King Vladislav, the Demon King, lounged on his opulent bed, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he contemplated his new wet nurse, Nasteya. He had been watching her for weeks, observing the changes in her body as she prepared to nurse their future offspring. Her figure was already showing signs of the transformation, and Vladislav couldn't help but admire her form.
The door to the bedchamber creaked open, and Nasteya entered the room. She caught Vladislav's eye and playfully chided him for his ogling. "My lord, you must control yourself. I am here to nurse your child, not to be your plaything."
But there was a twinkle in her eye that betrayed her own excitement. Vladislav knew that Nasteya was no ordinary servant. She was strong and controlling, with a sharp wit that matched his own. He couldn't help but continue to admire her figure, commenting on how her breasts would soon be full of milk, enough to stain the bedsheets as he made love to her.
Nasteya rolled her eyes at Vladislav's lewd comment, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at the thought of their future encounters. She knew that she was more than just a servant to the Demon King, and she was eager to prove herself to him.
Vladislav, unable to contain his excitement, reached out to grope Nasteya's breasts, imagining them heavy with milk. Nasteya swatted his hand away, reminding him that she was still on duty. "My lord, you must wait. The milk will come in time."
Vladislav pouted, but he knew better than to push Nasteya too far. Instead, he contentedly watched as she went about her tasks, imagining the day when he could claim her body as his own.
Nasteya, aware of Vladislav's gaze, couldn't help but feel a thrill of her own. She knew that soon, she'd be more than just a servant to the Demon King. She'd be his partner, his equal, and his lover.
Vladislav, still watching Nasteya, let out a low growl as he imagined the day when he could nurse at her breast, savoring the taste of her milk. Nasteya heard his growl and turned to him with a playful glint in her eye. "Like what you see, my lord?" she asked, a smirk on her lips.
Vladislav, unable to resist, pulled Nasteya onto the bed, his hands roaming her body as he imagined the future. "You have no idea," he growled, his eyes dark with desire.
Nasteya, ever the strong one, pushed Vladislav back, a playful insult on her lips. "You'll have to wait, my lord. I'm still on duty."
Vladislav, momentarily chastised, sat back and watched as Nasteya finishes her tasks. But he couldn't help but let out a low growl as he imagined the day when she'd be more than just a servant to him.
Nasteya, hearing Vladislav's growl, couldn't help but feel a thrill of her own. She knew that soon, she'd be more than just a servant to the Demon King. She'd be his partner, his equal, and his lover.
The chapter ended with Nasteya leaving the room, Vladislav's gaze following her every movement. The tension between them was palpable, a promise of things to come.
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