by Ariel Lenov
This book is a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those that are clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, companies, organizations, products or events is purely coincidental.
All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.
Copyright 2015 Ariel Lenov
The queen bowed her head slightly to her husband as the massive door to the chamber closed behind her. When she looked up she saw the crooked grin on his face as he rubbed his hands together gleefully. A shudder travelled down her spine. Her back stiffened but she walked proudly towards the bed.
"You're late today," the kings voice droned towards her across the room.
"I had to see that the maids were properly strapped in, my lord," she said bowing her head again. Hopefully this would be over with quickly. Approaching the bed, Queen Zaras knelt down and began to unbutton the king's royal pants.
"No, no, no..." he whispered pulling her up by the elbow. When she looked up, the king's expression told her exactly what he wanted. Dutifully, she stood up and undid the clasp one of her maidens had sown onto the front of her dress. She pulled the fabric away slowly, exposing both of her giant breasts. Tiny beads of milk began forming at the tips of her full, stiff nipples. The king licked his tongue quickly. "Yes," he whispered pushing himself to the edge of the massive bed, "the queen's milk."