King Vladislav, the demon king, lounged on his opulent bed, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he watched Nastya, his maid, move around the room. Her figure was showcasing the perfect curves that would soon be heavy with milk. Vladislav couldn't help but stare, his breath hitching as he imagined her body, now so full and ripe, bouncing and jiggling as he took her.
Nastya, unaware of Vladislav's devious thoughts, continued her work, her hips swaying gently as she moved. She was a strong and controlling woman, always giving as good as she got. Vladislav could not help but appreciate her spirit, even as he entertained thoughts of taking advantage of her ripening body.
Vladislav, never one to shy away from his desires, called out to Nastya, his voice thick with lust. "Nastya, my dear, your figure is becoming quite the sight. I can only imagine how it will look when it's full of milk."
Nastya, always one to give as good as she gets, shot Vladislav a playful glare. "Oh, so now I'm just a cow to you, am I? Wait until my teats are sore and swollen from all the milk you'll be squeezing out of me."
Vladislav chuckled, his eyes alight with amusement. "My, my, Nastya. Always so feisty. But I assure you, I'll take good care of you. And your milk. I can't wait to see it spill and stain the sheets as I thrust into you."
Nastya rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the blush that crept up her cheeks. "You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don't you?"
Vladislav grinned, his eyes never leaving Nastya's body. "Oh, I'll show you just how sweet I can be. But first, let me watch you a little longer. Your body is a work of art, Nastya. And I am its biggest fan."
Nastya, unable to resist Vladislav's charm, gave in and continued her work, her body moving with a newfound confidence as she felt Vladislav's gaze on her. She was a strong and independent woman, but she couldn't deny the thrill she felt at being desired by the powerful king.
As the chapter came to a close, Vladislav couldn't help but think about the future. His mind was filled with images of Nastya's full, milk-laden breasts bouncing as he took her, her moans of pleasure mixing with the sound of milk spilling and splattering on the sheets.
The last line of the chapter was Vladislav's whispered words, "Soon, my dear Nastya. Soon."
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