Melissa Alderman

Logan stopped in front of Melissa Alderman, Ducessa of The Coastal Plains. The pretty blonde averted her gaze from her prince, knowing it would be disrespectful to look him in the eye without his permission.

"Impressive," he said in a lustful tone as he squeezed her large breasts. "Not as big as mom's, but still nice," he added as he watched her nipples quickly harden.

"Thank you, Your Highness," she replied as she pulled her shoulders back and stuck out her chest for him to play with.

"The Coastal Plains are well known for their dairy production. Have you ever thought of being a cow?"

"No, Your Highness, I have not."

"Then perhaps it's time you did," Logan said as he wrapped a leash around Melissa's neck and clipped it to itself making a makeshift collar. "Come on, we're off to the milking room."

"Yes, Your Highness," Melissa said as she moved to follow him. As she did Logan reached around her and gave her a hard swat on her ass. "No bitch! Crawl on all fours, like the animal you are."

"Yes, Your Highness," Melissa said as she sank to her hands and knees. A short time later, the pair arrived at the castle's milking room. After taking a quick look around, Logan made his decision.

"Kneel," Logan said as he pointed to the floor in front of two wooden posts a little over two feet tall with a metal bar running between them. On top of the bar, directly in the center was a leather-lined metal collar that could be looked around someone's neck. On top of the posts themselves, were two leather-lined cuffs.

Logan quickly locked Melissa in place and brought over a vibrator on an adjustable stand. He placed the vibrator between Melissa's legs and adjusted it until it rested against her pussy. He then turned on the milking machine near the posts. Its motor whirled loudly as he placed the two suction cups attached to the clear plastic tubes that led from the machine on Melissa's breasts so her nipples were under them.

Melissa moaned as the pleasure of the gentle suction spread through her body. He moaned and grew louder when Logan activated the vibrator. "Keep that whore mouth of yours open," he ordered as he took out his hard cock. He inserted his cock into her mouth. Since she could not move her head, he thrust his hips gently.

"Hmmmmmrrruuhh!!" Melissa's muffled scream as she came hard from the vibrator on her pussy, and the suction on her nipples.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this, you little whore," Logan said through a moan of pleasure. "If I choose you, you will be my personal cow. On our wedding night, I'll breed you, unlike my dad, I can only impregnate you with girls. We'll send her here as a tribute to Dad. After that, you'll be milked several times a day, and spend your nights serving me in bed. Would you like that?" He pulled his cock out so she could answer.

"Yes, Sir. I would love that."

"Good, maybe if you're extra good I'll milk you by hand, or maybe I'll take it right from the source."

"Yes, please Sir."

For the next several minutes Melissa continued to suck Logan's cock while the vibrator and milking machine pushed her to orgasm after orgasm. Finally, his orgasm hit. Just before it did, however, he pulled it out of her mouth and gave her a facial.

"That doesn't come off of your face until I decide which Ducessa will be my bridal ****."

"Yes, Sir."

While Logan was having fun with Melissa, Erin and Heather entered the throne room and knelt before their king. "Guard Commander, Wraith Commander, this is a welcome surprise," he said with a smile. "Please rise, and tell me to what I ow your visit."

"Your Majesty, one of my teams working undercover has just ended a Cultist cell in The Highlands," Heather said as the two stood.

"Casualties?"

"Only, the cultists, except for the leader of the cell. She was captured and will be brought here for questioning by morning."

"Your Wraiths have my thanks, Heather."

"Your Majesty, in preparation and an abundance of caution, The Royal Guard is doing a full sweep of the palace," Heather said explaining her part in what was going on.

"Very well, I don't want The Ducessas or, my girls in any danger."

When Logan led Melissa back into the throne room by her makeshift leash it was still empty, save for Marcia who knelt in the corner of the throne room waiting to be dismissed, along with Alana and Lucia who waited for their prince to use them. Lastly was the member of The Royal Guard, who guarded his father's throne while his mother lounged next to it on her nest of pillows.

"Guardswoman, where is my father?" Logan asked after taking a look around the throne room.

"In a meeting with Guard Commander Erin and Wraith Commander Heather, Your Highness. He left orders for me to tell you to continue having your fun with The Ducessas."

"Very well," Logan said before taking Melissa to a corner of the throne room and commanding her to kneel. He took off her makeshift leash and went back to the two remaining Ducessas.

Who will Logan sample next? Answer in comments

A) Alana Zerhan of The Highlands

B) Lucia Unai of The AluskValley