Epilogue

A year later

Winona

Morning light shines through the window. I shift against my gargoyle husband’s body, fully sated from a long night of lovemaking. I no longer have to wake up at the crack of dawn to cook.

While I still supervise the menu and prepare meals from time to time, the servants take care of most of it.

After the party, most of them ended up staying, impressed by the generous wages.

The image of Lord Avandair has improved considerably in town, too.

The birth of our child and our marriage quashed all rumors of his unkindness.

Now people long to work here at Slate Manor.

“I’m still not done,” Avandair murmurs, climbing on top of my body. “Last night didn’t satisfy my appetite.”

My breasts tingle as Lord Avandair brushes his cock over them. The feeling of his erection pressing over my swollen peaks incites a storm of fire in my core. This is so perfect.

I was afraid he’d start neglecting me after I gave birth but he’s only more lustful for my body now that it has been fattened up by motherhood.

He drives his cock between the mounds of my breasts. I press them in, squeezing his shaft between my pillow-soft udders that are now big beyond belief. He moves up and down, only the crown peeking through my cleavage.

Pleasure flutters inside my pussy. The rough friction of his monster cock against my soft flesh is driving me insane.

I feel so feminine and desired with my full figure.

Sometimes, I have to grab and massage my own breasts and hips and ass just to be sure it’s all real.

My body responds like flowing water, molding to his desires.

“Just like that, Little Butterfly. Make me feel good.” He growls when his knot begins to swell.

“You’re so big but my tits are smothering you now,” I say.

“That’s how splendidly they’ve filled up since the birth of our baby. I can’t wait to see what another pregnancy will do to you.”

“I can’t wait either.” I wink. We won’t be attempting that for a few weeks through. Avandair was very strict when he said he wouldn’t put that pressure on my body for a few more months until I’ve recovered from the birth of our daughter.

I want to tell him that I’m ready, that my womb is craving his seed again. But just this time, I’ll let him have his way.

“You’re a goddess.” He leans over and tweaks my nipples. “My fertile, milky goddess.”

And then his orgasm hits. White cum foams at the tip of his organ before spilling down on my tits, painting streaks of possession across my milk jugs.

I relish in the satisfaction of seeing my mate’s intense desire toward me.

I no longer worry about being plain because Avandair makes me feel like I’m the most alluring female alive.

“It’s time to feed the babies,” I tell him. “Do you want to watch?”

“I wouldn’t miss that sight for anything in the world,” he replies. “Shall I bring them to you?”

“Please.”

I sit upright. My milky jugs are hanging down my chest, soft and wet with milk to feed my two precious children. Lord Avandair leaps out and bounds down the corridor to the nursery.

A few moments later, he returns with Grandor and our half-gargoyle daughter, Ilena.

Ilena is much smaller than Grandor and has my genes in the form of her brown eyes.

Otherwise, she’s all gargoyle. Her wings are still stuck to her back, not yet separated from her skin.

But Avandair tells me it’ll happen soon.

I set Grandor on my left nipple and Ilena on my right.

Pure bliss flows into my blood as my two children begin to demand my milk.

They are ravenous, which could why I’m producing more and more cream every day.

Their tiny mouths tug for my maternal nourishment, and as my breasts leak into their mouths, I’m delighted.

I already love them so much. They’re the perfect happy ending I wanted.

“Thank you for giving me this beautiful family and being such a wonderful nurturer to my children.” Avandair caresses my hair. “I thank the stars every day for making you.”

Warmth cascades down my chest. “It was the best day of my life when I found you.”

I rest my head against his shoulder as our children continue to nurse at my udders.

I was made for this gargoyle and I’m going be his forever.

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