Chapter 392: Her Maid’s Juices (18++)

Chapter 392: Her Maid’s Juices (18++)

With his cocks free from his fucked unconscious maid’s, Selirius pulled out his cock fingers of Miranda’s pussy, returning them to “normal” while Miranda cried out and collapsed from the sheer shock. Selirius kept his eye contact with Jasmine while he turned the rest of his body around to face Jasmine. They both fell on the floor, the king on his back, his second-oldest maid on top of him, breathing heavily and sweating, with her gigantic, heavy cow tits right in the king’s face.

“Give your King what he wants!” the king demanded and squeezed each tit with his long, discolored fingers. Milk poured out of Jasmine’s nipples which the king greedily caught in his mouth. Some of it sprayed all over his face and beard, but that’s what he had two long tongues for as he excitedly licked every drop.

“A-ahn, h-how!?” Jasmine moaned and threw her head back. She did not understand how she could suddenly lactate or why she felt like cumming each time her milk passed through her mammary ducts.

“Me too!” Miranda cried out and took a place at her King’s side, vying for a chance to suck on Jasmine’s tit.

“You prefer your friends’s breast milk to your King’s cock milk?” Selirius asked, laughing as he let Miranda quench her thirst with Jasmine’s milk.

“A-ah!? That’s...” Miranda’s brain short circuit. She loved the divine taste of Jasmine’s milk, yet she could not understand how she knew she would love it, nor make sense of why she forwent the opportunity to take her King’s cock instead. Her mouth remained half-open, and Jasmine’s milk dripped down her chin.

“I want your royal cock milk of course, Your Majesty!” Miranda declared, though it seemed like she tried to convince herself.

“And yet you take such delicious drink without even appreciating it and let it spill all over the floor?”

“Ah, I—”

“Oh? Why so modest now?” the Queen smiled, gracefully kneeled next to her maid and slowly parted Myla’s legs. “Hmmm, you are as naughty as your friends.”

“N-not true-AHN!” Myla cried out when she suddenly felt the Queen’s experienced fingers explore her pussy.

“You say that, but who was it that inspected all your pussies before allowing you near my dear husband?” the queen asked as she pulled her fingers out of Myla and revealed the glistening love juices that the maid secreted in her horniness. Merillia then licked her fingers, getting a taste of her newest maid.

“Ah, almost ready,” Merillia purred with contained excitement as she admired Myla’s juices on her fingers. “Soon you will be able to join your friends.”

“B-b-but, why not now?” Myla asked. “All of them get to have so much fun! They grow closer and closer together while His Majesty barely even acknowledges my existence!”

“Patience, my sweetie,” Merillia whispered lovingly in the maid’s ear and reinserted her two fingers into her pussy. “At your next birthday we’ll hold a special ceremony just for you! You’ll have His Majesty’s undivided attention all to yourself while your so-called friends will burn with jealousy.”

“But that’s two whole weeks away!” Myla complained with tears in the corners of her eyes even as the Queen guided her to another orgasm while they both watched the King fuck Miranda and Jasmine silly not only in their pussies, but also in their asses, sporting four glorious cocks that appeared and disappeared in the maids’ tight twitching holes.

“You have my word that it will be worth every second of the wait,” Merillia said softly with her eyes fixed on her two senior maids’ milk-smeared ahegao faces. “Oh, have you talked to Mary recently?”

“N-not since the kitchen incident-AaAAAH!” Myla moaned as she writhed in the Queen’s arms.

“No matter,” the queen said distantly and looked past the dark servant orgy, retreating deep in her thoughts while passively bringing Myla to another orgasm.