King Vladislav, the demon king, lounged on his opulent bed, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watched Nastaya, his maid, bustling about the room. Her ample figure was on full display, and Vladislav couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her curves.
"Nastaya, my dear," Vladislav called out, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "You seem to have become even more voluptuous lately. It's quite becoming on you."
Nastaya rolled her eyes at the king's flattery, but she couldn't help the blush that rose to her cheeks. She knew better than to fall for Vladislav's charms, but there was something about the way he looked at her that made her heart race.
"Save your compliments, Your Majesty," Nastaya said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm not here to be ogled."
Vladislav chuckled, undeterred. "Ah, but Nastaya, your figure is simply too enticing to ignore. And I can't help but think of how full your breasts will be of milk soon. I can't wait to see them spill over as I thrust into you."
Nastaya scoffed at the king's crude words. "If you think I'm going to let you have your way with me just because I'm lactating, you've got another thing coming. I'm not about to let you make a mess of my sheets."
Vladislav's eyes gleamed with desire. "But Nastaya, I can't wait to taste your milk, straight from the source. I'm sure it will be sweet and satisfying."
Nastaya crossed her arms over her chest, a look of annoyance on her face. "You'd better be prepared to pay up, then. I'm not about to give you my milk for free."
Vladislav, now fully aroused, couldn't take his eyes off of Nastaya's breasts. He imagined them full of milk and spilling over as he took her. Nastaya, noticing the king's gaze, rolled her eyes.
"I told you, Your Majesty, you'd better not get any ideas. I'm not about to let you have your way with me just because I'm lactating."
Vladislav, now desperate to have Nastaya, was determined to prove himself worthy. He did everything he could to win her over, showering her with compliments and gifts. Nastaya, ever the strong and controlling character, kept him on his toes, never letting him get too comfortable.
Finally, as the chapter came to a close, Vladislav and Nastaya were in bed together, their bodies entwined. Nastaya, now satisfied that the king had proven himself worthy, allowed him to have his way with her, as long as he was willing to clean up the mess.
Vladislav, exhausted and satisfied, lay next to Nastaya, his head resting on her ample breast as she fed him her milk. Nastaya, ever the strong and controlling character, looked down at the king with a satisfied smile, knowing that she had once again proven her dominance.
The end.
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