Milk for the Prince (Complete)

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. She was certain that the top edges of her areolas were visible when she breathed in deeply. 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 fuck 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.

In her time in the Benowith manor house Trixie had learned a lot about the affairs of the family and why Lady Benowith wasn’t the king’s wife. She should have been queen. She was nothing more than a lady. That Trixie had known before she had gone into the prince’s service. It was well known that the king was supposed to marry the first woman who bore him a son. The king was a notorious lady’s man and slept with all the ladies of good breeding—and low morals—looking for an heir before choosing a wife. He had five daughters born before Prince Wallace came along. Trixie had heard all the stories of the celebrations and proclamations. But then…something went wrong and no one outside the king’s palace knew exactly what. The king not proclaim Wallace as his heir. Rumors abounded through the kingdom that other sons had been born, but the king didn’t acknowledge them. More daughters were born and acknowledged. And the king never married. He had his two mistresses living in the palace with him, but neither ever provided him with a child.

It was amazing the Kingdom of Wychon managed to survive at all.

Trixie knew that Lady Benowith was hiding something. She was determined to find out what. She also knew that the prince didn’t like discussing his heritage. There were stories that his illness was a poisoning from the family of a rival son. If Wallace could be eliminated then the king might acknowledge another boy as his possible heir. That was where Trixie came in. Was it luck and chance that she was selected to nurse the prince back to health? It was impossible to say. Was it actually her breast milk that kept her prince alive until he was able to recover.

She hoped so.

Once she was inside Wallace’s chambers she quickly unlaced the bodice which allowed her tits to spill out. The room was mostly empty. The interest in seeing the prince actually die was long gone because it was obvious now to everyone he was going to live. Wallace stood next to the window, staring out at the gardens, clutching a cane in one hand to help balance himself. His recovery had been slow and steady four months now she had been nursing him. He regained a little more movement and ability with every day. At first she had been certain she was going to be dismissed once he could eat and swallow normally since her breast milk was no longer an essential ingredient to his daily living. But that didn’t turn out to be the case. Dr. Rivers was certain her breast milk was healing Wallace’s body, it was the antidote to the poison he had been given or the cure to the germ he had been exposed to.

Trixie didn’t care which was the truth, as long as she had ready access to the prince’s lips and cock, she didn’t care.

With a nod Herman withdrew from the room and locked the door behind his retreat. George the valet helped Wallace from the window and into the bed and then he went to his small room just off the prince’s private bedroom. Trixie stood in the middle of the room, her tits exposed, and let her lover look at her. He leered.

She loved it. Her breasts reacted like they always did. Her milk let down. She could feel the milk start to flow and drip from her nipples. He liked to watch that. She liked to let him watch.

“Aren’t you thirsty?” she finally asked him after it had been too long. The neck of her dress was starting to get wet.

“A little. Take off the rest of your clothes first.” He always knew what he wanted.

Happily Trixie stripped off her dress and tiny undergarments. She liked being naked. She liked serving him when she was naked. There wasn’t a need to ask any more questions. She went to the bed and crawled in next to him. They were well beyond discussing what was to be done. Offering him her breast, Trixie half-reclined on the pile of pillows and he nursed from her. It was such an intimate and tender act—it was supposed to be shared by a mother and child, but here she was sharing it with her lover…just as she had shared her milk with so many other men.

“Isn’t your mother going to get suspicious that a two-coin trollop is still nursing her precious baby boy after he’s now able to eat normally and start walking about.”

Wallace paused briefly from his liquid feast. “I get what I want. She doesn’t suspect a thing.”

“Probably because Dr. Rivers has convinced her that if you stop nursing for even a day you’ll die immediately.”

He sucked on her a little harder. The milk went squirting into his mouth. She wanted to reach for his cock, but a little more discussion was needed first. Wallace spoke again, taking a breath from the large swallow of milk. “I’m just glad she didn’t try to nurse me herself,” he said with a sour face.

That wasn’t an image that Trixie wanted in her head. “Be glad she’s past her breeding years,” Trixie commented.

“I wouldn’t put anything past my mother,” he answered as he shifted to her second breast. The first wasn’t drained yet, but he liked to taste her milk as the fucked so he had gotten into the habit of leaving her a little full.

With a bracing sigh Trixie asked, “What do we do if the worst happens?”

“Worst?” he asked between sucks.

She rubbed her hand over her smooth belly. “How would it look if the kingdom’s bastard were to father a bastard on a cheap whore?”

“You’re a cheap whore?” he asked. “I thought my mother was paying well for your services.”

“Okay, not so cheap, but a whore nevertheless. What happens?”

He shrugged. “I send you back to your whorehouse and disavow any knowledge of your child. Since you’re a whore you obviously were fucking some of the servants and guards in my house and one of them must be the father.” He bowed his head and sucked on her breast a bit more.

Trixie blinked at him. It was the answer he had to give, but the truth actually hurt her. “I don’t mean anything to you?”

Prince Wallace glanced up at her and reluctantly released her breast. “How do you mean?”

“If you got a child on me, you’d just get rid of me?”

“Yes.” He stared at her a minute. “Were you expecting another answer?”

She found control within herself. “You’ve fucked me how many times now? I might be carrying your child right now.”

He laughed at her. “You know a nursing mother can’t have children. That’s why fucking you is safe.”

“Don’t you need an heir if the king decides to accept you as his heir?” The question was pointed and showed she had a little too much knowledge of what was going on in the Kingdom of Wychon.

He pulled back from her and pinched her nipple. Not too hard, but just hard enough to temporarily staunch the flow of milk and let her know he was definitely in charge of her body. “First off, there’s plenty of time for me to have an heir with an appropriate woman. Second, what would a cheap whore know about kingdom politics?”

With a shrug she tried to dismiss his question. “The servants talk. I’m not stupid, you know. The men at Madame Roussouse’s talk and brag as well.”

That seemed to satisfy him. “Get on top,” he ordered. “I want to fuck you.”

It was actually less of him fucking and Trixie doing most of the work. She didn’t mind. Riding Prince Wallace’s cock was more pleasure than work. She slipped on top of his body, grasped his already erect manhood, angled it into her pussy, and slipped down the length of it. As always it filled her up with great satisfaction. Wallace grunted in approval and watched as she started humping up and down.

Their time together had made her thighs strong. She had to do most of the work when they had sex and consequently she was the one on top making him cum. Again, it was part of her job and she enjoyed it. But the part she liked the most was when she leaned forward.

Wallace had been leaving her tits partially full when feeding from her now. It wasn’t because he couldn’t handle the volume of milk she produced. It was that he liked consuming it when she was fucking him. Trixie only had to lean forward a little bit for her big breasts to reach his mouth. He eagerly opened his lips and sucked one nipple deep into his mouth. He caressed and teased the nipple with his tongue, swirling around the hard projection and sucking every drop of goodness from her body.

It had become an automatic reaction for her now. Trixie kept moving her hips up and down while her hands were braced on either side of Wallace’s shoulders. He nursed and she humped. The pleasure he caused in her body wasn’t because he wanted to see her cum or had a desire to please her. No, the pleasure she had was secondary. She loved to fuck while she was getting sucked. The orgasms were just a side effect of what he did to her.

She didn’t care. Before her first breast was fully drained she had cum twice. He switched to her other breast and she could feel his cock twitching in her body; it was hard and ready to cum. Oddly, throughout his ordeal with the illness he never had any trouble getting an erection or fucking. That was one thing that had never been denied him.

When he started to cum he hadn’t fully emptied the second tit. It didn’t matter. Once his first spurt erupted in her pussy, it was impossible to stop the next one and the next. Each shot of thick spunk bathed her pussy in sticky wonder. She had a little orgasm with each spurt, with each hot jet of cum that splashed on her inner walls she took divine pleasure from him.

Throughout the entire ordeal Wallace never released her breast from his mouth. When he was done cumming he kept sucking until she was completely empty. Trixie sat perched on his body, his slowly shrinking cock easing out of her pussy. When he was free of her cunt, she felt a little gush of his cum as it covered his cock and then continued to drain. Only when he was certain every drop of her milk was gone did he allow her off his body.

She was about to leave the bed and clean herself, but Wallace stopped her. “Where are you going?” Her response was to point at the washbasin near the bed stand. He shook his head. “No, you need to clean my cock first.” When she started to pull away, her tightened his grip on her wrist. “With your mouth.”

It was hardly the most humiliating thing that Trixie had ever done with a man by any means. She had swallowed her fair share of cum and had sucked it off more than one unfamiliar cock. This wasn’t bad at all. He was semi-flaccid and his cock fit easy into her mouth. His spunk was thick and tasted slightly salty with a strong slightly acidic flavor on the back of her tongue. She licked up as much as she could and swallowed it all, bathing his cock with her tongue and lips, making him clean once more.

“Did you like that?” he asked her.

“I did not mind it, my prince,” she answered when he let up to get the washbasin and rag. With those in hand she proceeded to wipe away the tiny remnants of his sticky cum and only then was she allowed to wipe at her pussy.

“That’s not what I asked.”

She considered her answer. “No. I didn’t like it. I don’t really like the taste of men’s cum.”

“What about women’s cum? Do you like the taste of another woman’s pussy?”

She didn’t answer right away and thought of the correct way to form her answer. “I’ve tasted a few other pussies in my time. They’re all different. The clean ones are nicer than the taste of a man’s cum.”

“Should I bring another whore in here to see which of you has the better pussy? Would you eat her out in front of me?”

That was an easy answer. “If you so desire, my lord. I’ve done it before. I don’t mind making love to another woman.”

“What about her milk?” he continued. “Would you drink the milk of another woman?”

“If you wanted me to, then yes.”

He looked at her, trying to determine if she was telling the truth.

“I’ll see you this evening for your milk,” he said dismissively.

She nodded and was escorted from the room by her guard.

Being brought back to the prince’s bed chamber was no big deal. It was the evening and the customary time when Trixie was expected to service Wallace. Her dress wasn’t fitting any better even after she had taken most of the day to adjust it, letting out several seams. Needlework wasn’t one of Trixie’s talents.

She was surprised to find Miss Anna waiting with the prince. There was nothing untoward about her being there, it was just unusual. “Take down your top,” Wallace immediately said to Trixie. That wasn’t surprising either. Trixie responded automatically by opening up her dress and exposing her breasts. It wasn’t anything that she hadn’t done before in front of a many different people including Anna, but this time the serving girl smirked at Trixie.

“You know what to do,” Wallace said to Anna.

“Kneel on the bed, hands and knees,” the serving girl specified. She wasn’t carrying the cup that she had used many times before to catch the milk that dribbled out of Trixie’s breast. She was carrying a bowl.

“Do you know what Anna used to do before she became a servant here in the manor house for the Benowith family?” Wallace asked her.

“No, my prince,” Trixie said as she got on the bed next to him. She remained on her hands and knees, her large breasts hanging freely underneath her.

“My family has a farm up north,” the girl said. “We had a couple of cows. Every morning it was my chore to milk them. Now it’s your turn.”

Trixie turned her head toward Wallace and he just gazed at her impassively. “I want to watch,” he told her.

There was little she could do in the way of protest. “Fine,” she whispered and Anna reached for her breast after placing the bowl underneath Trixie’s body.

It wasn’t so bad being milked like a cow, Trixie told herself. Miss Anna had a firm but gentle grip that forced the milk from her breast in a series of thin streams that slowly filled the bottom of the bowl. There was no physical pain, it was all emotional. Trixie didn’t mind being nursed but she quickly discovered she hated being milked like an animal. Once or twice she glanced up at Wallace to see what his reaction was. It varied from blank to intrigued. She hung her head.

“Switch to the other side,” Wallace said to Anna. The servant complied and started releasing milk from Trixie’s full tit. After a minute Trixie realized that the amount of milk in the bowl from her first breast was hardly the same amount that she knew Prince Wallace was getting from nursing. She could tell her breast was still mostly full. There was no reason to point that out however. Wallace continue to watch and Anna continued to massage and squeeze Trixie’s big breasts until the prince called a halt to the process.

“You know what to do with it,” he told Anna.

There was a flared spout on the edge of the bowl. Anna used the small spout to funnel the milk into a cup which she then presented to the prince. It was barely half full, not a meal by any sense of the word.

“Thank you, Anna,” he said. “Now leave us.”

There was disappointment on the girl’s face but she didn’t have the audacity to complain. A moment later he was alone with Trixie while he held the cup in his hand. “Did it hurt?” he asked.

“No, my prince. She had a good touch. She’s obviously skilled at such things.” The insult was veiled but present.

Wallace’s lips twitched into a small smirk. “I see.” He took a small sip from the cup and nodded in approval. “Good, as always, but I still prefer it fresh from the source.”

Trixie said nothing.

“Try some,” he said, offering her the cup.

Her eyes went wide at the suggestion and she leaned back on her heels, half-kneeling now on the bed. “I’ve never…done that before.”

“You’re never tried your own milk?” he asked in amazement.

She shook her head. “No, sir.”

“Have you ever tried another woman’s?”

“No,” she answered honestly. It wasn’t the same question he had asked her earlier. Before he had wanted to know if she would drink another woman’s milk.

“Drink some,” he said as he pushed the cup into her hand.

After a moment’s hesitation she brought the cup to her lips and took a small sip. It was sweet, very sweet. She already knew that would be the case but to actually taste it for the first time was revealing. She tried another small sip. It was thick on the tongue but not unpleasant. It was easy to see why she got so many repeat customers at Madame Roussouse’s and why so many more complained she was too expensive. Her services didn’t come cheap and there were plenty of men who were glad to pay whatever was charged.

“What do you think?” he asked her.

“It’s very good,” she replied with as neutral an answer as possible without making it seem like she didn’t care. Though she was a little disgusted at first, there was nothing inherently wrong with tasting her own essence. She had tasted her own pussy before—sometimes on men’s cocks, sometimes on her fingers—and this wasn’t anything different from that.

“Should I bring in another woman for you to nurse from?” he asked her, eager to hear her answer. He took the cup away from her and sipped at the contents.

It was a strange question. Trixie had been forced into serving the prince because she was one of the few—perhaps the only—prostitute in all of the city that offered breast milk to paying clients. Certainly there were wet nurses who provided milk to those in need, but those in need were normally infants. Was he asking her if she would have sex with another woman and him at the same time? If so, the answer was yes. She had done it many times before and often found it enjoyable. Was he trying to humiliate her? To make her do something no normal adult woman would do unless forced to?

“Why would you want that?” she asked him. “Don’t I supply you with enough milk? You wouldn’t want to waste another woman’s milk on me, would you? If you want to see me fuck another woman, I’ll do it happily. I’ll fuck whomever you want whether you want to watch or participate.” She said all of this as if she were dealing with a first time client. Some men were nervous about revealing their perverted desires and it had often been her job to draw out those desires.

After finished the last drops of milk from the ceramic cup Prince Wallace frowned. “No. None of that. You just need to remember that I am in charge here. You are my subject. You will do as I ask when I ask.”

Since she was kneeling it was difficult to make a true curtsy, but Trixie attempted a clumsy one anyway. Wallace was unimpressed with her display. “What would you have me do today, my lord?”

No words issued from his mouth. Wallace simply grabbed her, forced her onto her back, and latched onto her naked breast, eagerly sucking up her nipple into his mouth. She sighed and relaxed. Her milk immediately let down. Occasionally when he was waiting for her in his bed her milk started letting down immediately, but that wasn’t the case today when Miss Anna was in the room. When Anna had been milking her, Trixie’s body hadn’t wanted to give up her precious milk. Every drop the servant extracted from Trixie’s heavy tits was a struggle. Not so now. Now that her prince’s lips were on her body, she was able to relax and allow her breasts to give up that essence that Wallace needed.

He was much stronger now. His legs still weren’t fully functional, but there was much strength in his upper body. It was easy for him to hold her down, not that she was struggling against him. Normally she was the one on top, offering her breasts to him, but it was nice to have him on top now. It was delightful.

Her hands wandered, caressing his body, encouraging him to take as much from her as he wanted. When she circled her hand around his hip to grasp his rear end, even after months of relative inactivity his buttocks were firm. They weren’t nearly as firm as his cock that was rampant, ready to be released from his trousers.

As he feasted upon her she opened his laces and pushed at his clothing. It was an easy task and he was eager to get naked with her. While his mouth was busy at her breasts, Wallace’s hand strayed down her body, pulled up the hem of her dress, and explored her legs and thighs.

He wasn’t truly interested in her thighs though she could tell by his wandering fingertips that he was intrigued by the smoothness of the stockings she was compelled to wear in the manor house. Once he was at the top of the stockings he ran his fingers on the border between silk and flesh. With that bit of play done, he moved higher to explore her pussy.

She opened up her legs for him and allowed his fingers to slip inside her wetness. Trixie, by her very nature, was eager to please those she went to bed with. Her emotional connection to the prince just made it easier for her pussy to moisten. While she hadn’t fully tested his lovemaking abilities yet, she knew he was intrigued with her body; probably with all women’s bodies. It was doubtful he had been with as many women as she had been with men. That was fine. Sometimes a man new to lovemaking more than made up for with eagerness in what he lacked in skill and experience.

It didn’t take him long to drain her tits. When he knew she was dry he clambered on top of her body. Since he was still recovering it was hard for him to move his legs, but Trixie didn’t mind that at all. She helped him get into the right position and happily pulled his cock into her pussy, letting his weight settle on top of her. It was right and good that his manhood so perfectly filled her cunt.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked tenderly. Always before she had been on top. She made love to him because his body was still weak. It was her job and she was happy to perform it.

“Of course,” he grunted as he started thrusting his hips into her. His rhythm was irregular and he lacked a certain amount of accomplished skill, but it was more than adequate. Normally when fucking her clients Trixie didn’t let herself go; instead she put on a show for the man fucking her. That wasn’t necessary with Prince Wallace. He was a good lover and under other circumstances their relationship might have been something entirely different. With him, she allowed her body to respond as it wished. The small orgasm he gave her before he came was fine, not great, but it was more than she ever had with most men.

Wallace rolled off her with a groan of relief. “Fuck that took a lot out of me,” he exclaimed.

There was a huge amount of spunk between her legs so Trixie had to agree. “That was the first time you fucked me from on top,” she commented.

“I’m getting stronger. Soon I won’t be a fucking invalid any longer and I’ll set things right in this city, this kingdom.” He glared at the ceiling. At times he could be oddly intense and it scared her more than she liked to admit.

“I need to clean up,” Trixie said getting out of bed.

As she walked to the washbasin Wallace said, “I think your ass is getting bigger.”

She glared at him over her shoulder. She was wearing just the stockings demanded by the head housekeeper. That tended to make every woman’s ass look bigger if she wasn’t wearing anything else and she was about to snap off a reply to him when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall. It was a huge mirror that befit a young man of his wealth. It definitely showed her hips were larger than she remembered. Her tits were bigger too, but that she attributed to Wallace’s near constant feeding over the past few months. She turned and looked at her ass over her shoulder. It was bigger. Wallace watched from his position on the bed. He stared at the fuzzy dark down between her legs, not wet with her desire and his cum. Somewhat to her shame she noted that her stomach was bulging more than she remembered.

“Too much good food,” she told him. “Your cooks are making me fat.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a woman with sumptuous curves,” he said. “Too skinny and you’ll look like a peasant. Have you seen Anna’s body? No tits and arms like sticks. I like yours better.”

“The kind of body you look for in a wife?” she teased him as she squatted down with the rag from the washbasin and cleaned her pussy.

He shook his head.

“The kind of body you look for in a whore?” she asked.

He shook his head again but this time added, “The kind of body for a woman who can breed.”

She frowned, rinsed out the rag, approached him with it, and started tenderly cleaning his cock. “You don’t want to breed with me,” she said flatly. “Prince fucks a whore and she gets a bastard he won’t claim.”

“You’ve got your milk,” he reminded her. “You aren’t getting a bellyful from me.”

Trixie nodded and continued cleaning him, trying not to lick her lips as she admired his manhood. “Right,” she agreed. Was it wrong that she wanted to fuck him again so soon after he was done? “Who are you going to give a bellyful?”

He looked up at the ceiling. Talking to her about other women bothered him. “There’s a few daughters of noblemen my mother would be happy to marry me to. Right now it’s all about the right politics. Who will put me on the throne once my father is dead…assuming he doesn’t declare me his heir before he dies. Who is the most powerful? Who is the richest? Who has a daughter who will produce sons?”

With another nod Trixie finished and walked back with the rag, dumping it in the basin. “I should go,” she said as she pulled on her dress. “Call for me if you want to feed before sleeping tonight.”

The dress felt incredibly tight as she was escorted back to her room, her cell.

Trixie had turned in to bed and was trying to settle her mind so she could slumber when the door opened. As always, a guard was the first one through. It was Joseph who usually worked his shift at night. She was expecting either another guard or perhaps one of the servants to come through next. Instead it was Prince Wallace.

“My prince,” she said as she sat up and climbed out of the bed. She was in a sheer nightdress. The guard and the prince could see everything. She didn’t mind. “You should have called for me. There is no need for you to walk to my chamber.”

The prince dismissed Joseph with a wave of his hand. He stood steadily at the foot of her bed. The cane in his hand helped him balance but it wasn’t entirely necessary. “I need to exercise more,” he said. “I’ve spent too much time lying about. I need to regain my strength.” He looked her up and down. “Take off your clothes.”

She did so immediately. Her tits were heavy. He hadn’t called for her to feed at the normal time. It must have been because he was ready to make the trip himself under his own power.

“You have a beautiful body,” he said. It must have slipped out unwittingly. He had never paid her such a compliment before. “I want to fuck you,” he said almost immediately afterward in an attempt to cover up his honesty.

“Wouldn’t you like a drink first?” she asked as she raised up her breasts in her hands. They were heavy and full of milk. She wanted him to feed.

“I can do both.” In a minute he was on the bed with her. She helped him out of his clothes and in no time at all his cock was pushing into her pussy. As he did so he dipped his head and sucked at her tit. Her milk all but gushed out at him. It was good to be fucked and sucked at the same time.