| Author: | Elliot Silvestri | ISBN: | 9781310233616 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri | Publication: | March 28, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Elliot Silvestri |
| ISBN: | 9781310233616 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri |
| Publication: | March 28, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Milk for the Prince (Part Two)
After Prince Wallace’s life has been saved by Trixie’s milk there is little reason to keep her around the family manor…other than Wallace’s desire to have a beautiful and willing woman to bed at his whim. Their lives become more complex when Wallace’s mother discovers Trixie’s plan and her past.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, consensual prostitution, strong language, adult nursing relationships, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
Pulling her dress over her head in the morning before going to the prince’s bed chambers Trixie was slowed because the laundry must have shrunk the dress. It was tight around the chest—it was always tight around the chest because she had such large breasts—but it was also getting too tight in the hips and stomach. She wasted far too much time trying to get the fabric to accommodate her body and finally gave up, pulled a bodice on over the dress and laced up it tightly. This forced her breasts to nearly spill out of the dress’s low neckline. This didn’t bother her, but it might make her job more difficult if some of the more prudish members of the house staff were to see her on display.
Rapping twice on the door it was unlocked for her. Herman, the usual morning guard, was waiting for her and escorted Trixie through the corridors to the prince’s chambers. It was a silly ritual, but she let them go through with it because it kept Lady Benowith happy. Trixie had no designs on escaping her captivity; she was happy where she was. She had other plans as well. She enjoyed feeding Prince Wallace her milk—especially because he was so happy to drain her so often during the day. It didn’t hurt that he was more than happy to have sex with her as well.
Certainly their affair was an open secret among some of the staff. That wasn’t a problem for Trixie. The fact that Prince Wallace had chosen her as a lover said volumes about her service, beauty, and his desires. Other prostitutes—or even women of good breeding—could have been brought in on the prince’s whim to satisfy his physical desires, but he didn’t want that and it would cause problems with his mother who kept a firm hand on almost everything going on in her house.
Almost everything.
Milk for the Prince (Part Two)
After Prince Wallace’s life has been saved by Trixie’s milk there is little reason to keep her around the family manor…other than Wallace’s desire to have a beautiful and willing woman to bed at his whim. Their lives become more complex when Wallace’s mother discovers Trixie’s plan and her past.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, consensual prostitution, strong language, adult nursing relationships, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
Pulling her dress over her head in the morning before going to the prince’s bed chambers Trixie was slowed because the laundry must have shrunk the dress. It was tight around the chest—it was always tight around the chest because she had such large breasts—but it was also getting too tight in the hips and stomach. She wasted far too much time trying to get the fabric to accommodate her body and finally gave up, pulled a bodice on over the dress and laced up it tightly. This forced her breasts to nearly spill out of the dress’s low neckline. This didn’t bother her, but it might make her job more difficult if some of the more prudish members of the house staff were to see her on display.
Rapping twice on the door it was unlocked for her. Herman, the usual morning guard, was waiting for her and escorted Trixie through the corridors to the prince’s chambers. It was a silly ritual, but she let them go through with it because it kept Lady Benowith happy. Trixie had no designs on escaping her captivity; she was happy where she was. She had other plans as well. She enjoyed feeding Prince Wallace her milk—especially because he was so happy to drain her so often during the day. It didn’t hurt that he was more than happy to have sex with her as well.
Certainly their affair was an open secret among some of the staff. That wasn’t a problem for Trixie. The fact that Prince Wallace had chosen her as a lover said volumes about her service, beauty, and his desires. Other prostitutes—or even women of good breeding—could have been brought in on the prince’s whim to satisfy his physical desires, but he didn’t want that and it would cause problems with his mother who kept a firm hand on almost everything going on in her house.
Almost everything.
