King Vladislav, the Demon King, lounged on his opulent bed, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he contemplated the future. His handmaiden, Nasteya, was due to give birth any day now, and the thought of it made his heart race with anticipation.
The door to the bedchamber creaked open, and Nasteya entered, her figure already beginning to show the signs of an impending motherhood. Vladislav couldn't help but ogle her body, commenting on how perfect she was for bearing his children.
"Oh, stop it, you pervert," Nasteya said, rolling her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. She knew she had power over him, and she loved to tease him.
Vladislav couldn't help but imagine what Nasteya's body would look like when she was full of milk, her breasts heavy and full. He told her as much, causing her to laugh and call him a pervert. But there was a spark in her eye that told Vladislav she was enjoying this as much as he was.
"I can't wait to suckle at your breasts, leaving the bedsheets stained with milk," Vladislav said, causing Nasteya to blush.
"You're such a slobbering beast," she said, playfully insulting him. But she couldn't hide the fact that she was getting turned on by his dirty talk.
Vladislav reached out and squeezed Nasteya's breast, imagining how it would feel to have her milk in his mouth. Nasteya swatted his hand away, but she didn't move away from him. Instead, she leaned in closer, her own desire growing.
"You may be the king, but I'm the one who's going to be making the milk," Nasteya said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And that gives me a power that you can't match."
Vladislav and Nasteya engaged in a heated debate about who had the most power in their relationship. Nasteya insisted that she was the one in control, while Vladislav argued that he was the king and therefore had ultimate authority.
"I may be the king, but you're the one carrying my child," Vladislav conceded. "You have a certain power over me that I can't deny."
Nasteya laughed and told Vladislav that he may be the king, but she was the one who was going to be making the milk. And that gave her a power that he couldn't match.
Vladislav couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and respect for Nasteya. She was strong, controlling, and direct - just the way he liked his women. He couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.
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