Royal Cream

With enemies at the gates, the frightened King Tylko has taken to hiding in his chambers, leaving the queen to protect her people.

With supplies dwindling, Queen Zaras enlists the help of her fairest, creamiest maidens to feed her people.

When the dark oppressor sends an envoy with an invitation and the promise of a truce, the royal couple agree to meet with their attacker, the giant Czarny.

The king is befriended, the queen aroused by the charming, worldly man they had called a brute. Cream flows as the people celebrate a new peace.

But something dark and bulging grows beneath the surface of the new friendship as the women of the kingdom become happier and the men are cast out of their beds.

Will it be too late to save the kingdom when the real intent behind Czarny's friendship is revealed?

This lactation milking human cow hucow erotica is about 25 000+ words and contains elemnts of cuckold, bdsm, femdom and much much more! Erotically inclined adult readers only.

EXCERPT

The sounds of pleasure floated up from the milking dungeon as the afternoon milking began. Queen Zaras descended the narrow winding staircase and closed her eyes as the faint smell of fresh dairy wafted up her nostrils. The maidens would all be full and willing to relieve themselves of their precious bounty and the queen knew exactly which area of the city beyond the castle walls would get the spoils this time.

Torchlight flickered across the stone walls and the queen took a moment to adjust to the dim light. When her eyes became accustomed to it, she stared down the long corridor. A smile crept across her lips. There were few sights as pleasing to her in these difficult times as seeing the row of a dozen of her most trusted handmaidens strapped firmly onto the giant milking rack.

Even clothed they were the most beautiful women in the kingdom. Nude with their bottoms pushed up high on the milking bar and their creamy tits wrapped in leather straps, they made even the queen's opening grow moist with desire.

In the distance a figure emerged. The queen smiled slightly as she recognized the hulking frame of the milk-master, paddle in hand just in case any of the cows needed any coaxing. As soon as he noticed her, his pace quickened and he walked across the room. When he got to where she was standing he got down on one knee and bowed his head deeply towards the queen.

"Good day, my queen," he spoke, his deep voice booming throughout the thick walls of the dungeon. The queen smiled at her servants faithfulness. She couldn't help but let her eyes wander across his broad, muscled shoulders and creep down his chest. Even though she would never contemplate betraying her coward of a husband, it never hurt to dream that one day a man worthy of her affections would be lucky enough to have his way with her.

"Oh stand up Smachek, you're making the girls giggle!" the queen said with a friendly smile. When Smachek looked up, he was smiling back. "Is everything ready?" the queen asked surveying the row of willing captives. Smachek stood up and looked down the line.

"Yes, m'lady. We will have fresh cream for the townsfolk before the evening falls."

"Very well," the queen replied as she began removing her own clothes. "Strap me onto the last one then."

Smachek gasped.

"But my lady...has not the king..." Smachek said trailing off, unwilling to speak the words.

"Yes," the queen replied tersely, "the king has drained me as best he could. However I may still have some to give, with some coaxing."