The Breastfeeding Heiress

The Escape

Charlotte's mother gripped her arm tightly, dragging her toward the meeting room.

"I don't understand why you're making such a fuss," Queen Isabella said, her voice cold as she struggled to keep Charlotte in place. "It is what's best for you."

"I don't want to marry him. He's horrible."

"Lord Balvin is an honorable gentleman."

Charlotte yanked her arm free, but her mother's stern look kept her moving forward. The heavy wooden doors of the meeting room loomed a few feet away. Her heart pounded in her chest as they approached.

As they stepped inside, the grand room felt suffocating despite the ample space and its high ceilings.

Lord Balvin, dressed in his finest attire, greeted her mother with a gracious bow. His drop-dead, gorgeous smile was one to make any maiden in the kingdom faint. But Charlotte knew better than to fall for his charm.

"Queen Isabella, always a pleasure," he said smoothly.

Charlotte stood frozen, her fists clenched at her sides.

Her mother giggled when he kissed her hand in greeting and then neatly patted her skirt as she excused herself out.

Once the door closed behind them, Balvin's demeanor shifted.

His polite facade melted away, replaced by a predatory grin. He walked toward her, his eyes raking over her form, and unashamedly lingering on her large breasts that pressed together with her dress.

"Charlotte," he purred, stopping inches from her. "I can't wait for our wedding... night. It will be unforgettable."

She recoiled, a wave of nausea washing over her.

"Stay away from me," she hissed, stepping back, but he only moved closer.

With one hand, he gripped her by the shoulder and harshly pulled the top of her dress down. Her impossibly large, heavy breasts bounced free, and she hissed when he harshly gripped one of them with his large hand.

She tried to pull away, but it was no use.

"Shh, don't scream," he taunted, smirking. "If you call the guards, they'll see this."

He purposefully squeezed her breast tight until milk started pouring out of her nipple.

"You'll feed me every day," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "I know your secret, and you will fulfill your duty as my wife."

She struggled against him as he brought his lips down to suck her soft nipples.

"Mmm," he moaned as the liquid flowed down his throat.

Charlotte gritted her teeth as Lord Balvin feasted on her heavy breasts, tugging and pulling at her sensitive buds.

She felt the warmth of his breath on her skin and shuddered at the thought of this man being her husband.

Her eyes darted around the room, looking for any escape, but there was none.

She felt him pull her closer, her back pressed against the hard stone wall of the tower, while his other hand roamed up near her thigh.

"Ahh!" She winced as he tugged her nipple hard.

"So delicious," he mumbled against her skin.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, lapping up every drop of milk that seeped from between her aching nipples.

His wet, warm lips left her swollen buds, making them twitch as she felt the loss of his wet heat.

She tried to catch her breath, but his grip on her breast did not loosen.