The Breastfeeding Heiress

Sanctuary

Charlotte's flight through the forest had been anything but easy.

Branches had clawed at her clothes, and her once-pristine dress was now tattered and stained.

She hissed when her arm was scratched by the bark of a tree.

Exhausted and desperate, she stumbled upon a secluded, weathered farm. Though it looked awfully haunted from afar, the barn, looming large, offered shelter she couldn't afford to overlook.

There must be water there, she thought. Desperate and thirsty.

Charlotte crept inside, her breaths shallow and ragged. The familiar scent of hay and animals filled her senses. She found a quiet corner behind a stack of hay bales and sank to the ground, her body trembling with fatigue and fear.

She had been running for what felt like hours, and her legs trembled with exhaustion.

Moments later, the barn door creaked open. She quickly dove behind a stack of hay bales, her heart pounding as she listened for any sounds approaching.

A tall figure stepped inside, silhouetted against the moonlight. Jack, the owner of the farm, entered with a lantern in his left hand, its flickering light casting eerie shadows on the walls that sent shivers down Charlotte's spine.

On his right, he held a shotgun, ready to defend his property and animals from intruders.

He moved with quiet confidence, his eyes scanning the barn with suspicion.

"Who's there?" Jack called out, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Come out now, or I'll shoot."

Charlotte held her breath, trying to make herself as small as possible behind the hay bales. She knew she couldn't stay hidden for long. The sound of footsteps grew louder, and she knew the terrifying owner was approaching her hiding spot.

With a resigned sigh, Charlotte stepped out from behind the hay, raising her hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Please," she said, her voice trembling. "I mean no harm."

Jack's eyes narrowed as he took in her disheveled appearance and aimed at her with his rifle. Her clothes were torn, and dirt smeared her face.

"Who are you?" he demanded, suspicion clear in his tone. "Are you a thief?"

"No! Never," she said, shaking her head frantically.

His gaze traveled over her torn dress, lingering on her large breasts, rising and falling with every breath she took, and then a scowl formed on his face.

He scoffed, lowering his shotgun. "Well, if this is your way of selling your services, it's best you be on your way. I'm not interested, pretty as you may be."

"No!" Charlotte's voice was firm, despite her terror. "I'm not a thief or a prostitute. I'm just trying to escape from..." She paused, realizing how dangerous it would be to reveal her identity. "From an awful situation, Please, you have to believe me."

Before Jack could respond, the sound of horses and shouts echoed from outside.

The royal guards had arrived. Charlotte's eyes widened with panic.

"Please, you have to help me," she whispered urgently.

Jack, confused and alert, glanced towards the barn door, then back at her.

Ignoring her pleas, he moved to confront the approaching guards.

The guards stopped their horses when they saw a man come into view.

"We're searching for a young woman," the lead guard announced. "Have you seen anyone suspicious around here?"

Jack crossed his arms, his face showing no expression.

"No, haven't seen anyone but my own animals. What's this about?"

"She's a runaway," the guard replied, irritation creeping into his voice. "The princess."

Jack's heart skipped a beat, but he maintained his stoic facade.

"A princess, you say?"

"The royals are offering one thousand dollars in exchange for her capture."

Charlotte's heart raced when silence echoed back at her.

This was the end of her new beginning.

One thousand dollars was enough to set anyone up for life.

"Like I said, I have not seen anyone around."

The guards exchanged doubtful looks, but Jack's imposing presence seemed to convince them.

"Alright then," the lead guard said reluctantly. "If you see or hear anything, you're to report it immediately."

"Of course," Jack replied, his eyes following the guards as they rode off into the distance.

Once the guards were out of sight, Jack turned back to Charlotte, a mix of curiosity and skepticism in his eyes.

"Princess, huh?" He said, his tone a mixture of intrigue and disbelief.

Charlotte stepped out from behind the hay bales, her posture as regal as she could manage despite her disheveled state.

"I am Princess Charlotte, yes. I ran away to escape an arranged marriage and a life of imprisonment. I had no choice."

Jack studied her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

"Alright, I believe you. But you can't stay here. I don't need the trouble."

Charlotte's heart sank.

"No, please! I can pay you. Double the reward the guards are offering for my capture. Just let me stay hidden here on your farm for a month before I return home. I'll do whatever work you need, and I'll pay you well, as I said."

Jack raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued by both her offer and her beauty.

"Double the reward, huh? That's a lot of money. And you're willing to work?"

"Yes," Charlotte said earnestly, her eyes pleading. "I'll do anything. I just need a place to stay hidden for a while."

Jack considered her offer, his gaze lingering on her.

After a moment, he extended his hand. "Alright, Princess. You've got yourself a deal. But you'll be working hard, and you'd better not cause any trouble."

Charlotte shook his hand, relief flooding through her.

"Thank you," she said softly. "You won't regret it."

"We'll see about that," Jack replied, rubbing his jaw as he tried not to look down at the princess's large tits.

This whole ordeal was going to be torture for him if she was going to be bouncing up and down with those.

He sighed, leading her deeper out of the barn and into a small room. "For now, get some rest. You look like you've been through hell."

He pulled some matches out of his pocket and lit a candle hanging on the wall.

"It's not much, but..."

"It's perfect! Thank you so much."

The man nodded, looking down at her visibly soft skin poking out her cleavage and leaving out the door before she could see his erection.

Charlotte happily sighed as she looked around the cozy, small room. Her troubles were far from over, but for the first time, she felt a glimmer of safety and, perhaps, a chance at a new beginning.