He didn’t ask, of course. He simply came to her in the middle of the night. She wasn’t that surprised at his strategy. What did surprise her was that he actually attempted to visit her.
The door unlocked and he was admitted. A valet was pushing the wheeled chair and Prince Wallace sat straight in the contraption.
“My prince,” she said as she woke up. For half a moment she gathered the bedclothes around her, but then remembered her place and let them fall to the mattress. She wasn’t naked. She wasn’t the sort of trollop that slept in the nude. Her chemise was sheer and everything on her body was clearly visible in the moonlight from the window and the lantern light from the sconces in the hallway. That was acceptable. She wasn’t nude. She was refined and elegant. “You should have called for me. I would be happy to feed you in the middle of the night.”
He tossed aside her concern with a wave of his hand. “Too many eyes,” he complained. “I’m on a night tour of the gardens,” he explained. “I couldn’t sleep.”
She understood immediately. “Of course, my lord.” She knelt up in the bed, letting him examine her body more closely. She knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted the same thing every man who visited in the middle of the night wanted. Her breasts were heavy, but not yet fully engorged. Trixie wanted to feel the weight of her tits, but that would be inappropriate in front of her prince.
Wallace nodded to his valet. “George can be trusted. Can’t you, George?”
The middle-aged man said only, “Yes, my lord.”
“He’s been with the family almost his entire life. Longer than I’ve been part of the family.”
“What is it you want, my lord?” Trixie asked. She knew how to play the game.
His grin was lopsided. “You know what I want.” He turned his head toward George. “Help me to the bed, George?”
The valet was experienced and strong. He pushed the wheeled chair next to the mattress and assisted the prince in struggling out of the only way he could make his way through the manor. Even though the prince was wearing elegant and expensive silk pajamas—his now normal outfit since he had been on the mend—the valet didn’t slip at all as he assisted Prince Wallace into Trixie’s bed. Once he was supine next to her, the valet withdrew and closed the door behind him. It was strange not to hear it lock when it closed.
“Would you like to feed first, my lord, or should we get right to business?” Trixie was experienced. She knew what the men who came to her wanted, but they still liked to be asked.
Prince Wallace knew exactly what he wanted. “Take off your slip. I want to feel your skin on mine. Then help me get my pajamas off.”
The first step was easy. Trixie liked being naked. She especially liked being naked in front of other people; even more so if they were men. The second step had a few practical difficulties, but she had worked with all sorts of men in the past. Getting a fit man with only some of his body under his control naked was hardly a challenge.
After she removed his trousers she moved slowly up his legs, letting one breast drag along the length of the muscular limb. She paused at his crotch and fastened her mouth around his swelling cock. It wasn’t fully erect, not yet, but it hardened in her warm, moist mouth.
“No,” he protested, pulling her hair to force her away from his manhood. “I want to suck on you,” he insisted.
That was easy enough. She moved up on the bed a bit more. Her heavy breasts brushed his cock, his stomach, his chest, until she reached his head allowed her tits to engulf his face. Prince Wallace turned his head and latched on to her right nipple. She sighed and shivered with the first delight, the first spring of lust that always accompanied the moment of feeding. Her milk let down and started to flow. It was heaven for them both.
Neither of them bothered with trying to stop the few drips of milk that escaped her left nipple. It dripped down Wallace’s cheek and onto the sheets. They didn’t notice the waste. They didn’t care.
As their relationship, such as it was, had developed, Trixie had been forced to remain quiet and unemotional as Prince Wallace had feasted upon her milk. That wasn’t necessary now. She let herself go. Sometimes she had to act and put on a show for the men she found distasteful. Not with Wallace. Every gasp and moan that escaped her lips was honest. She wanted to reach between her legs and masturbate for him, but she knew he didn’t want that. His pleasure was taken from her breasts. She wanted to reach between his legs and stroke him, but that was not what he wanted either.
Her milk flowed steadily into his mouth where it was swallowed with gusto. He nearly gulped it down. Once her breast was empty, she didn’t pull it from his mouth nor did he stop sucking on her big nipple. She wanted him to stop at first. She wanted him to start on her other breast…but then it started to feel good as he sucked and got nothing from it. Her pussy was nearly as wet as his tongue. She wanted him to grab her cunt and frig her like a simple whore. She needed to cum.
She came. She came hard with a cry and a gasp of surprise. Never before had she cum just because a man was sucking on her nipple. Or a woman for that matter. The orgasm was weird and satisfying at the same time. Her pussy was dripping as fast as her still-full tit. “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed.
“Suck language in front of the prince,” Wallace complained with a laugh.
“You didn’t need to make me cum,” she gasped.
“I liked watching you cum earlier today. It was even better the second time around.”
“It was all for you, my prince.”
His face darkened for a moment, but then his good humor returned. “No, it wasn’t. But I still want to fuck you. Get on my cock.”
“Of course, my prince,” she said primly. Before she assumed her customary position astride his body, she moved down his form once again, as if to suck him a bit, to make him good and hard. It was unnecessary, of course, because his was already as hard as a blast forged spearhead. She didn’t bother to kiss his manhood, but she did squeeze a few drops of her milk onto his cockhead, letting the blue-white drops fall onto his rigid staff and slip down the smooth skin. Only then did she throw her leg over his hip, grasp his cock, fit it into her pussy, and let it fill her up.
“Oh.” The word was strange coming from the prince, but it was hardly the worst reaction she had ever had. When she saw his face, she knew it wasn’t a bad reaction. He just didn’t know how to react when he felt her perfection of her pussy.
“You like that?” she asked.
He only nodded.
“I knew you would.”
She leaned forward and offered him her full breast. He took it in his mouth, pulled hard at it, drawing the milk from her heaviness. She shivered and starting bouncing up and down on his cock. This was truly heaven, a cock in her pussy and a man’s lips sucking on her tit. Trixie didn’t resist at all. He had come here for her pleasure as much as his. When the orgasm rushed over her body she cried out in ecstasy and let everyone in earshot—for certainly there was more than one guard and servant listening at the door—know exactly how good a lover Prince Wallace was.
He didn’t last long. That was fine. His cock jerked once, then twice, and her pussy was abruptly flooded with his hot semen. She came again with a little shudder.
Prince Wallace came hard. Each time he shot another load of cum in her, he grunted like he was fighting for his life.
There was no awkwardness when they were done. He called for George the valet. Trixie had already redressed him. George put him into the wheeled chair and rolled him back to his own bed chamber.
Trixie reveled in her post-coital bliss and kept one hand one her pussy, feeling his semen slowly seeping out of her body.
