Chapter 10
Avandair
With every passing day, the party draws closer.
I’m nervous, though. The party is simply an excuse for gargoyles to display their power and influence.
Every ounce of my authority must be on display otherwise the other nobles will treat me as if I’m a laughingstock.
If I can’t prove that I’m intimidating enough to force a few humans to serve under me, it undermines the position of the nobility.
However, I want to avoid treating humans the way my fellow gargoyles do. Especially now that my mate is a human. I want to show her that I’m different.
Winona gets up from her chair and winds her way to me, beaming at me proudly. There’s a faint outline of wet nipples against her white gown. She has been nursing Grandor for days now and she says his hunger has only increased her production.
“I’ll have to make sure I do my best to prepare the best feast.” She plants her juicy ass on my lap, dangling the siren song of her lactating breasts in front of my nostrils.
They flare in hunger. My cock rages, starting to go erect.
But I need to get the pesky details of the event out of the way first.
“The feast is not something you can do alone.” I shake my head. “We need servants to serve the food, clean the mansion, greet the guests. I’d say at least thirty people will be required.”
“Thirty!” Winona’s mouth gapes in shock.
I sigh. “I’d like to start looking for staff to use on the day. It’d be troublesome if I leave it until the date.”
Winona’s warm eyes latch onto mine. Immediately, all the worry and anxiety I’d been feeling about the party bleed out of me.
Nothing else matters compared to Winona’s existence.
I’m with her. I’ve finally found my mate and claimed her.
I’ve been inside her, flooded her fertile cunt with my cum.
And I’ll do it again a million times until we’ve both had more climaxes than we can remember. Until she’s unquestionably mine.
“Will you recruit some people for me?” I walk up to her, pulling her into an embrace.
Constantly feeling her warm skin against mine has become more important than breathing.
I can’t wait to be huddled against her naked body.
“You’re the only one I can rely on, Little Butterfly.
I’m willing to pay any sum as long as they’re reliable. ”
“I’ll accompany the harpy to the village tomorrow,” she states, her soft cheek brushing over my shoulder. “You can leave this to me. I’ll ensure that the party is a success.”
“Thank you.” I kiss the top of her head, dragging my lips back and forth over her fine silken strands. “I’m so happy I have someone I can trust.”
Winona smooshes her breasts against me, wincing. “Drink from me, please. My teats are swollen and leaking. I want to feel your mouth Avandair.”
She peels her top, exposing huge, pink areolas crested with beads of white. Blood rushes to my cock, heating my body until I can no longer think straight.
The innocence of her request coupled with the arousing sight of her fleshy tits wet with cream undoes me. She’s asking me to guzzle her milk again? She’s as hungry to feed me as I am to suck those milk jugs of hers.
With feather-light touches, I draw circles around her dusky areolas. “Your pretty udders are so full of fresh cream.”
She shivers as I pinch her nipple. It releases a thin stream of breastmilk.
“Avandair.” She says my name like it’s a prayer. Lifting her skirts, she adjusts her wet entrance, positioning it right over my rigid cock.
She sinks onto it in one go, taking my whole length into her maddening heat. Warming my cock in her fertile cunt.
“Damn it, Winona. You’ve become so good at taking my cock.”
Lust rises in a high wave. My inner monster comes out roaring. I bury my fingers into her lush tits, pulling one straight into my mouth. I bite down on the nipple and she screams. Her bud immediately responds to my suckling: producing more and dumping it in my mouth.
The sweet taste coupled with the heat of her breasts makes me wonder if anything could be better than drinking this delicious treat straight from the source.
I flick my tongue against her nipples as I guzzle her fresh milk. She has her arms wrapped around my shoulders. Lifting her plump ass up and down, she rides my cock while I drain her creamy udders.
“I come so quickly when your hungry mouth is gulping my milk,” she says. “It’s so beautiful and dirty at the same time.”
Her pussy walls are torturing my cock. Every time I suck her tits, she grows more aroused and her walls choke my cock with increased force. My knot has swollen so big but she easily plunges it into her tight, dripping pussy.
“Careful, Little Butterfly. Tempt me too much and I’ll demand you feed me at your tits every day,” I say, suctioning harder at her tits until I’ve claimed every drop of milk in those fleshy globes.
“It’d be my pleasure,” she replies.
Her breaths shake with the exhale as my mouth closes around her other dripping udder.
I bracket her big, delicious breast with both palms and squeeze hard so thick ropes of cream shoot into my mouth all at once.
When the first taste of milk hits me, I’m shocked.
She tastes so much richer and creamier than she did the first time I milked her.
It seems like the longer she produces, the tastier her liquid becomes.
She releases a loud exhale, bouncing up and down my lap with increased vigor. It seems like her pussy is as close to exploding as my dick is.
When I draw the last of the liquid from her breasts and then bite the empty nipple, she shoots off like a star, screaming my name multiple times as she comes on my cock. Her intimate juices drench me and it’s enough to set off my own climax.
I spray my seed into her fertile body, marking her as mine for the third time in three days. Given how much cum I’ve been filling her up with, it’d be a miracle if she wasn’t already knocked up. We won’t know until it’s time for her menstrual cycle, though.
I caress her belly with my fingers. “Soon, Little Butterfly, you’ll be growing my child inside this ripe womb.”
Her walls shiver around me, my knot locking our bodies together. She watches me with a heavy-lidded gaze.
“I never imagined I could have you like this,” she says.
“You surprise me every time,” I admit, rocking her on my lap. No woman has ever been so bold as to straddle me and push herself onto my erection. It was both erotic and novel. “I’ll never get tired of discovering new facets of you.”
“I hope you never do.” Winona kisses my nose, her freshly milked breasts sagging against my chest.