When lumberjack Logan Blackwood inherits the crumbling Blackthorn Estate deep in the Oregon wilderness, he expects solitude and sawdust. Instead, the old kitchen tap begins to drip a thick, pearlescent cream—rich, honey-sweet, and impossibly addictive. One taste ignites a hunger he can’t explain, and soon Logan is draining the pipes daily, his body growing stronger, his c**k harder, his dreams filled with soft curves and beautiful breasts. Following the pipes into the moonlit forest, he discovers the source: three beautiful fairies in the peak of their breeding season. Seraphina, the graceful angel with glowing wings and overflowing holy breasts; Liliana, the petite flower fairy whose fragrant nectar drives men wild; and Brianna, the voluptuous redhead whose monstrous, constantly leaking udders ache for rough hands. What begins as raw, filthy relief—squeezing, sucking, and breeding them until they scream—quickly becomes something deeper. The fairies move into his home, offering their bodies freely whenever he wants: in the kitchen, on the porch, beneath the trees. Their milk now flows eternally through the pipes, but Logan craves the real thing—warm, straight from the source. In this steamy paranormal harem, Logan claims his three curvy fairies completely, filling their wombs and their hearts. Once you’ve tasted the cream from the source, the tap will never be enough. A filthy, romantic milking fairytale for adults. HEA guaranteed.
