Page 93 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

“I knew him way before I met you.”

“Semantics.”

Smiling into my glass of lavaberry juice, I glanced over my shoulder at the imposing Bone Throne. Sure, I still sat there when hearing out grievances, but I was more of an elbow-rubber type of queen. Literally, Jadan’s elbow bumped mine as they teased Lux about something that happened while playing torchball earlier.

The Bone Throne wasn’t the only inheritance that still weighed on my mind. Geysis had found a temporary fix to the child-eating, portal-opening book, but I would rest much easier once it was destroyed.

I winced, a sting in my heavy breasts forcing me from my dreadful thoughts.

“Love bug,” Ash’ren murmured against my temple. “You look tired. And,” his gaze dropped to my chest, flush and plump from the pressure building there. He licked his lips. “Full. Should we retire early?”

The flush rushed up my neck until even my ears were hot. While pregnant with Lux, my milk came in early. We encouraged it and saved every drop we could, especially after learning how important those first jars were. After his birth, it was so painful, that I walked around heavy and aching, leaking through my dresses until I revealed the truth to Ash’ren. The heated gleam in his eyes when he discovered I’d kept it from him, the way it burned hotter when I agreed to accept his help. A kink was unlocked that day.

Now a year and a half old, Lux still takes one meal a day from the breast, and my body is preparing to feed a brand-new baby. I have too much milk, and Ash’ren is all too eager to drain me.

I accepted his help to my feet, silently letting Fara know to watch over Lux. Elodie glanced up from her riveting conversation about sex swings versus chaises, tossing me a knowing wink.

We hardly made it a dozen paces out the door before I was swept from my feet, bundled against Ash’ren’s broad chest, hisbrocade tunic far too thick, and yet I could innately feel the muscles it hid beneath.

“Ash!” I squeaked as a broad hand groped my swollen breast right in the middle of the hallway.

“Your tits are so full, love bug. Once you’ve been drained, you’ll feel better.” His thumb brushed over my sensitive bud, already tingling with the need to let down. After a few swipes back and forth, he groaned, leaning over me to suck his thumb where I’d leaked. “You’re a wonder, my love, I can’t believe I get to worship the body of such a life-giving goddess. Let’s collect your milk, so you can feed our babies. I’ll make you come, so you won’t feel anything but pleasure. Then I’m going to sample your sweet honey while you’re stuck on my knot. How does that sound?”

“Y-yes, please.”

“Good girl.”

When we reached our chambers, Ash’ren carried me past the bed, into the lounge, planting me carefully on the velvet loveseat with a side table for our supplies. I swallowed as his tunic went over his head, his trousers falling to the floor next. Kneeling before me, he eased my lace and linen gown up my hips, gently peeling it from my breasts. Once it lay beside his clothes, he palmed my bloated globes, feeling their weight. Even that slight movement sent a bead of milk trickling from each nipple, making me whimper.

“I’ve got you, my queen.” Arranging the lactation cart in front of us, he took a seat on the velvet, then easily lifted me onto his lap. “Let me take care of you. Soon I’ll clean you all up with my mouth, but these jars are important for our baby. Let me please you for now.”

My head tilted back on his shoulder, and I gripped two thick, strong thighs that caged me in. His cock nestled between my folds, already slick with anticipation. One of his ridges teased myclit, causing me to squirm, squeezing his cock between slippery thighs. Flames, I wanted his cock, but I made the mistake of telling him of the mild pain the last time we had sex, so now he holds out on me, making me slide up and down his length without fucking me.

“That’s it, Firefly,” he cooed, thrusting between my drenched legs. “I’m going to milk you now.”

Kneading my right breast, he squeezed from the base to the ring of my areola, aimed into a glass carafe. When the first gush of milk squirted out, a great pressure released, easing a tension that had become a background feeling over the past few hours.

“So beautiful, woman. I can’t wait to drink your milk while your sweet pussy milks my cock.”

I keened at his words, wiggling with more gusto. I felt his knot blooming, thinking my thighs were my pussy. As I watched, a glob of precum joined our growing mess.

Another sweet wave of relief hit when he moved on to my left breast. He sealed the container and set it aside. By the time he began licking away stray drips on my underboob, I’d coated his length with my release.

With a primal groan, he kissed away the newly beaded milk on my left breast, not sucking but still warm and wet. He engulfed the other with his hot mouth next, licking his lips. I whimpered, a drop of milk trailing down the expanse of my boob.

“So fucking perfect, Firefly. I’m going to come all over your pretty, rounded belly. You’re so beautiful, bred like this. My fucking seed did that. You are mine.”

“Yours! Always!”

With one hand fisting my hair, he tugged me back and feasted. I came again as he painted me in white.

Epilogue

Ash’ren

Another 6 Months Later

"Lux, you know better. If you can’t be wary of the thorns, you shouldn’t be climbing the vines.”

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