Her Royal Dessert

Arora a beautiful milkmaiden with round full bosoms was called for an century old ritual , in which milk maiden's body is decorated with sweet desserts in front of the king who complete rituals by sucking milkl from breast and sucking her lower lips , unaware of this ritual she lived and fell in love with someone however she was picked by an old sinister king who was obsessed with her for the ritual .

The sun dipped low, casting an eerie glow over the ancient palace. Arora, a milkmaiden with full, round breasts, had been summoned for a ritual she knew nothing about. Her soft, creamy skin glistened with sweat as she stood before the king, her heart pounding in her chest. The king, ancient and sinister, had long been obsessed with her. Today, his eyes gleamed with a sickening anticipation and lust. A hoard of maidservants was elbowing each other out of the way as they hurriedly smeared sweet, sticky desserts all over Arora's body. They painted her breasts, the creamy dessert swirling round the nipples which were hardening in the cool palace air. They smothered her stomach, her thighs, her slit. They rolled her onto her stomach and smeared her arse and the back of her thighs. They laid her out naked on a velvet divan, black with age, but still plump and inviting. The king stood at her head, his eyes locked onto her breasts, slick with dessert. Aron couldn't take her eyes off him, and she shivered at the feeling of the cool desserts clinging to her skin as her body heated. Supporting her head with one hand, she raised her other to stroke her breast and nipple, hearing it from another mouth than her own sucked at it. Her breath caught as her fingers buried in the dessert, watching the king's eyes go wild. He growled, dropping to his knees, and leaned in. Arora braced herself, but the king only moved his head, bury himself between her breasts, and let his tongue and lips lap, suck, and lick up the dessert. She arched her back, pushing her chest into his face as she moaned. The king moaned too, his eyes closing for a moment as he reveled in the taste of her skin and the dessert. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "I want the real thing." He growled.

The king moved slowly, his breath hot on Arora's skin. He trailed his tongue down her sternum, collecting the sweet residue. Her stomach quivered as he reached her navel, his tongue circling, teasing, but not penetrating. He moved lower, his mouth tracing the dessert on her inner thighs. Arora's breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider. He growled, feeling her pulse against his fingers. He dipped his head, his tongue tracing the line of dessert that led to her most intimate place. He paused, his tongue mere inches from her slit. It took all of his restraint to hold back, his breath teasing her skin. Arora whimpered, her hips bucking slightly, but the king held her firm, maintaining his torturous pace. He didn't tease her much longer. His tongue found the dessert that coated her lower lips. It swirled, tasting the sweetness mixed with her arousal. Arora gasped, her hands gripping the velvet divan beneath her. The king's tongue moved expertly, licking, sucking, and nibbling. He moved up, his body covering hers. His hands roamed, pressing into her skin, but he didn't penetrate her. The taste of her drove him wild, but he wanted more. His eyes met hers, seeing the desire and fear swirling within. His hand reached between them, his fingers finding her entrance. He rubbed softly, coating his fingers in her juices. She gasped, her body tensing as he rubbed her clit, his eyes never leaving hers. She moaned, her head falling back as he brought her to the brink, but didn't push her over. He moved back down, his tongue replacing his fingers. He feasted on her, his tongue lapping at her slit, his lips sucking on her clit. Her body writhed beneath him, her moans filling the air. He growled, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her. She gasped, her body trembling as he brought her to the edge again, but didn't let her fall.

He ordered her to sit on his lap and feed her milk , she grabbed her nipples between her fingers and rubbed it on kings lips causing milk drip , king latched on her breast grabbed her hips ,but her , drank her rich creamy milk ,causing pain shoot in her body

The king pulled away, his breath ragged. "Sit on my lap," he commanded, his voice hoarse with lust. He sat back on his heels, his cock straining against his robes. Arora moved slowly, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. She straddled him, her thighs gripping his hips as she lowered herself onto his lap. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy. "Feed me," he growled, his eyes locked onto her breasts. Arora hesitated for a moment before lifting her hands to her chest. She pinched her nipples, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she began to express her milk. She leaned forward, her breasts hovering over his mouth. She rubbed her nipples against his lips, feeling the sweet release of milk as it dripped onto his tongue. The king's eyes rolled back, a low groan escaping his throat. He opened his mouth wider, his tongue licking at the stream of milk. Arora moaned, the sensation of his tongue against her nipple sending waves of pleasure through her body. The king growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pulled her closer. He latched onto her breast, his mouth sucking hard, drawing out her milk. Pain shot through her body, a mix of pleasure and discomfort. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as he drank deeply. His tongue swirled around her nipple, his lips sucking hard, pulling at her breast. She cried out, her body arching into him as he feasted on her.

The king's mouth released her nipple with a pop, his eyes glittering with a mix of lust and cruel amusement. "You taste like sin, Arora," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Sweet and dirty all at once." He leaned in, his tongue tracing the outline of her other breast, not touching the nipple. "Tell me, does it hurt?" he asked, his breath hot against her skin. "Does it hurt when I drink from you?" Arora panted, her body aching with a mix of pleasure and pain. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. The king smirked, his fingers digging into her hips. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want you to feel it. I want you to feel every drop of milk I take from you." He latched onto her other breast, his mouth sucking hard. Arora cried out, her body arching into him. The king's hands roamed her body, his fingers digging into her skin as he feasted on her. He pulled away, his lips glistening with milk. "You're mine, Arora," he growled. "Every part of you belongs to me. Your body, your milk, your pleasure." His hand moved between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. "And I'm going to take it all," he said, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to take everything you have to give, and I'm going to leave you begging for more."

The king's fingers danced over her slick folds, spreading her wetness, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're dripping for me, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice a dark rumble. "Your cunt is as hungry as your tits." He pushed two fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit. Arora bucked against him, a moan escaping her lips. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his fingers moving faster. "You like it when I finger your little cunt." He leaned in, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "But I want more," he whispered. "I want to taste your nectar. I want to drink you dry." He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes rolling back slightly. "Delicious," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "But I need more." He pushed her back slightly, his hands gripping her thighs. He leaned in, his tongue tracing a hot path up her inner thigh. Arora shivered, anticipation coiling in her belly. The king looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with lust. "You're going to scream for me, Arora," he promised, his voice a low growl. "You're going to scream and beg and plead for more." He pushed her thighs wider, his tongue finally reaching her core. He licked her slowly, savoring her taste. Arora cried out, her body arching into him. The king growled against her, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. She gasped, her hands gripping his hair as he feasted on her. His hands roamed her body, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She panted, her body writhing under his touch. He sucked harder, his tongue moving faster, driving her wild with need. The king gripped her hips and pulled her closer to his mouth. "Your cunt is mine," he said, his voice muffled against her flesh. "And I'm going to devour every last drop of your sweet nectar."