I never bend.
Not to sieges. Not to rival lords clawing at these fog-choked walls. My blade carves strategy from blood and stone, an heir the only crack in my armor I dare not mend. Isolation is my vow, duty my breath. Until they deliver her to me. My bride. Curves heavy with forbidden plenty, veins tracing swells that pulse like secrets begging release.
One glance, and hunger gnaws through my steel. She's fire in noble silk, wary eyes hiding rivers of want. I tell myself it's alliance. Breed the lands secure, claim her body for legacy alone. But in the alcove's candle glow, her skin gleams slick under my callused hands. First taste of her abundance floods my mouth, sweet ruin mocking my growl of denial. We crash together, sweat binding us, my seed demanding her depths while her milk weeps defiance against my chest.
Equinox lanterns flicker over us, heaving swells marked by my teeth, dawn fields thick with harvested scent and our ragged breaths. She's duty's chaos, nurturing what shreds me. Warriors don't melt. Knights don't yield to gushing intimacy that turns battlements to cradles. Yet her tentative fire pulls confessions from my throat, obsessions I armored against for years.
My lands hang on this. Honor forged in endless watch. The heart I buried under chainmail. One milky transgression, and it all dissolves. She's salvation wrapped in doom, the lush temptation whispering my name in the dark. How do I seed her future without losing my soul?
A full-length medieval breeding milking lactation erotic romance featuring a gruff duty-bound knight and his lush fertile bride.
