Milk Maid

Milk Maid

Susanna had grown up in the city’s largest orphanage. She thought she was so special the day Lord Robert himself came down from his castle to chose new servants. She was finally free from that life and away from the other girls who always made fun of her, comparing her to a cow because of her large breasts. She was surprised one night when Lord Robert came to her bed, she knew it was wrong but she was unable to stop herself from spreading her thighs, afraid he would dismiss her if she didn’t do as she was told.

She liked his wife Lady Heather well enough, they had the same long golden hair. At time Lady Heather was cold to her and she wondered if she suspected that her husband was sleeping with her at night, other times she wondered if it was simply because she was the new girl.

She felt mysteriously sick one morning and one of the scullery maids found her vomiting behind the kitchens and put a hand to Susanna’s belly.

“You’re pregnant!” the girl gasped. “You got a man have you?”

“O-of a sort,” Susanna gasped and refused to talk about it.

She tried to keep it from Lord Robert for as long as she could, but her secret was out one night when he came to her bed again and when he squeezed her breasts a dribble of milk ran out and into his mouth. She thought he would be angry but she was surprised when he broke out into a smile. After reassuring him that there had been no one else but him, he left her room quickly.

For the duration of her pregnancy, it felt like she was floating on cloud nine. She would put her hand over her womb and feel the life growing inside her. Here she would have a whole new life to love and nurture. She had already picked out a name for him, Jon, after her deceased father.

At last it came time for the birth,  it was just her, a midwife, Lord Robert, and surprisingly, Lady Heather. She sweated and cried through the whole ordeal but it was all worth it when she saw her son’s precious face. She was surprised when the midwife handed the baby straight to Lady Heather.

“Jon!” she called out but Lord Robert shushed her.

“I think Henry would be a good name, don’t you?” Lady Heather asked her husband. At first Susanna was confused, but a spear of ice struck her heart when she realized the truth, there were rumors of Lady Heather’s infertility after their eighth year of marriage with no children. Lord Robert had planned all of this, choosing Susanna because she looked enough like his wife that no one would be suspicious.

“What is to become of me?” she asked, terrified she wold now be sent away, never to see her son again.

“Oh don’t worry my dear,” Lord Robert smirked. “We’ll want plenty more in time,”

The couple left with the midwife, leaving Susanna broken hearted.

 

Every time she saw Lady Heather hold her baby to her heart, Susanna felt her own heart break. Through all of this, she had found an unexpected source of strength. She met a young man her own age called Marcus, whispers around the castle told her that he was Lord Robert’s illegitimate son. It was rare for Lords to keep bastard children around and now she knew why, he needed him in case had been unable to have more children. Marcus had turned out to be kind and compassionate, the complete opposite of his father.

She was allowed to hold baby Henry for the brief moments when he needed feeding, she savored the feeling of his lips on her breast, his lips working her nipple and sucking down the milk.

She whispered his real name, John, to him under her breathe under the watchful eye of a servant, as if they were afraid she would jump out of a window with him and run off with him, though she wished with all her heart that she could. She loved the feeling of caring so much for someone, before her precious boy she didn’t realize she could love someone so much. She lived for those moments, wishing that they could never end. The moment he decided he had drunk enough and detached himself from her breast, the nameless servant wench would seize him from her and rush away back to Lady Heather, leaving her feeling like a freshly milked cow.

She walked back to her room feeling numb, like she was holding a block of ice to her heart to numb the pain. The moment she made it back to her room, she fell down on her bed, sobbing. It was here that Marcus found her, clutching her pillow to her and desperetly trying to pretend that it was her baby. It didn’t help that her breasts were still tender, despite her son’s earlier feeding, her breasts were still heavy with milk.

“Are you alright?” he asked. She meant to reassure him that she was alright, she wanted to lie and say that she was merely suffering from what the midwives of the city referred to as ‘baby blues,’ but instead the whole sordid story came spilling from her lips.

“The only thing that comforts me, when I see m’lady holding him I know she’ll be a good mother to him, she’s a good woman,” she broke down crying and she was surprised when Marcus finished her sentence for her.

“But that doesn’t change how you feel,”

“It’s not just about J-Henry,” she caught herself in time. “Even when I was in the orphanage I was the one who always took care of the younger ones, I always had the urge to love, to care for and nurture those who needed it,”

“I wish…” Marcus paused like he wanted to change his mind about what he was saying, but kept going. “I wish my mother loved me that much,”

Susanna had heard the whispers about Lord Robert’s illegitimate son, but wasn’t sure if she should bring up the rumors.

“The rumors are true,” he told her sadly, reading the look on her face. “My mother didn’t want me, she just wanted to go back to her family and forget that she ever had a bastard child,”

She put her arm around him and held him close to her. Any pain she felt eased the moment she held him to her breast. As long as she had someone to love and nurture, it was okay, for the first time since her baby had been taken from her, she felt like everything might be okay. He sighed happily and relaxed against her. She kissed him on the head as she stroked his hair and she felt him shift his head to kiss the top of one of her breasts. She sighed in contentment, her breasts were so sensitive these days, all it took was the slightest touch. He looked up into her eyes and she wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing she knew he was kissing her in a sweet loving way. No one had ever kissed her like that before. She sighed and leaned into his touch as he kissed the hollow of her throat, his hand fumbled at the lacings that held her dress shut and the fabric fell around her waist, exposing her soft, round breasts.

He squeezed one of them softly, sending a dribble of milk running down her chest. He leaned forward and licked the warm liquid off her skin. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her so she was straddling his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he kissed one of her nipples before taking it into his mouth. She stroked his hair lovingly before moaning as he sucked at her nipple harder, while squeezing her breasts to encourage more milk to flow. The ache in her breasts eased as the milk flowed into his eager, hungry mouth.

She felt  warmth growing inside her as she realized that this was exactly what they needed, she needed someone to love and nurture and he needed someone to give him the love he had never known. She felt a kind of warmth settle over them both, like a blanket of the unconditional love they both craved.

She felt something big and hard pressing against her pussy, she rubbed against him and she felt so wet and swollen all she could do was moan helplessly with pleasure. She reached down and pulled at the ties of his trousers, freeing his warm, hard cock. He moaned against  her breast when he stroked the hard length of his shaft. She felt her pussy throbbing and growing wet and she knew what it was they both wanted. She lowered herself onto him, feeling the head of his cock part the lips of her pussy and push its way inside her. She moaned as he thrust inside her at a slow and gentle pace and they found their rythm.

His lips never left her breasts, his lips and hands squeezing her breasts at the same pace as their love making. She felt like she was floating on cloud nine, an enormous feeling of love and warmth growing inside her. His thrusts grew faster and stronger with every stroke, his lips and groping hands squeezing her breasts at the same frantic pace. She realized that he was probably about to finish. She felt like she should get off him and let him cum anywhere but inside her, but instead she found herself gripping him with her thighs, squeezing his cock gently with her internal walls, she couldn’t find the will power to get off him and she knew that despite the risks she wanted nothing more than to feel him cum inside her. She felt him shudder beneath her and she cried out in pleasure as she felt his cum shoot up deep inside her body. He gave her breasts one last kiss as she climbed off him and they lay there on her bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, both feeling a kind of love and security neither of them had ever felt before. She put a hand on her womb and thought of his seed swimming up inside her, could she possibly get pregnant? She realized that she didn’t hate the idea, another little soul to bring into the world. She thought of the love she had been able to give Marcus and she realized that she was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, loving and nurturing him and any children they might have.

“What are you thinking?” he asked her and she shyly confessed her desire. To her surprise, he smiled down at her.

“Susanna, I know we haven’t known each other very long, but that doesn’t change the fact that you have loved in a way that no one else ever has, I’d love nothing more than to tell the world that you are mine, but…” he paused. “I know my father, this isn’t the first time he’s tried for a babe with the hired help, you’re the only woman besides my mother that has managed to give him a child, his problems conceiving is why he kept me around, just in case he never had any more children. He won’t want to let you go, he’ll want to keep you and…” he stopped, unable to  continue, but Susanna knew what he meant. Lord Robert would keep her, to continue fucking her every night and breeding her, baby after baby like some kind of prize sow. The thought brought a tear to her eye.

“Let’s just run away,” she whispered, stroking his face. “Let’s just take off and leave, I know you have a life here, but I think we could be happy together,”

“You know what Susanna?” he replied after a moment of heavy, thoughtful silence. “I think you might be right, I feel like you really love me, not just because I’m a nobleman’s son,”

She smiled back at him, she understood what he meant. What poor girl wouldn’t try to seduce him to try and improve their station in life? Even if he was an illegitimate son, he had stood to inherit his father’s fortune, before the birth of Henry, that was.

“What about you?” he asked. “What about your son? What about Jon?”

“You heard,” she smiled at him, no one else had ever called the baby that.

“I-I’ve been watching you for a while,” he admitted bashfully, glancing down at her luscious breasts. She blushed, the idea of Henry watching her through the crack in the door as she bared her full breasts and sensitive nipples, getting ready for another feed… she felt her pussy grow wet and swollen with arousal and if they both weren’t so tired she would have attempted to mount him again.

“Henry…” she realized that she could finally call him by the name Lady Heather had picked for him. “Your father, he’s not cruel, is he?”

Marcus shook his head.

“No, he won’t hurt him, but he won’t love him either, he’s so cold,”

“I know Lady Heather resents me, that I was able to give her husband a baby when she couldn’t,” not to mention the fact that her own husband was openly fucking another woman. “But when I see her with Henry,” she swallowed back tears, calling him by the name his father had given him would make it easier to give him up. “I can see she loves him, I don’t doubt that despite how she feels about me, she will raise Henry like he is her own and love him the way he needed to be loved.”

She knew she had no chance in hell of actually getting him back, and starting a new life with Marcus might mean walking away from the life she brought into the world. To stay for the sake of her baby would mean submitting to a life as Lord Robert’s love toy, and that would be more miserable than she could bear. If she took the baby with her, he would have them both executed for kidnapping.

“How quickly can we leave?” she asked Marcus.

“We can leave tonight,” his answer took her completely by surprise.

“Are you serious?”

“It won’t take long to pack, I have a horse and supplies ready, before you even suggested it I wanted to run away and start over, but now it’s turning out better than I could have imagined,” he glanced back down at her naked body. She smacked him playfully before kissing him.

“You better get dressed or I’m never going to want to leave this room,” he teased. She pulled her nightdress back up as he left the room. For a moment she panicked, what if he had changed his mind? She packed her back regardless, as quickly and quietly as she could, if Lord Robert caught them…

But Marcus came back a few minutes later, a leather pack strung over one shoulder and a sword at his hip.

“Are you ready?” he asked and she nodded.

“Let’s go,”

They left as quickly and quietly as they could. They didn’t stop riding for days, at last they hit a small village that backed onto a large forest, somehow she knew they could hide here for a lifetime. Marcus had grown a beard to avoid being recognized and she hoped it would be enough.

They married in a quiet ceremony and it wasn’t long before she showed the familiar signs of pregnancy. She gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl who had Marcus’s green eyes and her golden curls. She always produces more milk than any of her children can drink, even when she had a baby at each nipple. At night when the babies were asleep, Marcus came to her with a warm gleam in his eye. When she bared her round, lucious breasts he drank from her as greedily as either of their children and they made love as often as either of them could stand, giving each other the love and care that makes them both feel complete, wanted and cared for.

She sometimes thought of the son she had been forced to leave behind, but in her heart she knew he was happy and safe. She hoped she could see him again one day, even if it was from afar as Lord Robert’s heir.

But for now, she was as happy as she could ever be.

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