To make her rival submit

Karla had been on the verge of tears for a whole hour, since she had said 'yes' at the altar. Dorian may have appear to be kind and lovely at a distance, but the young queen had already perceived clear hints of his true character emerging to the surface. He lusted for her, that was clear, but that was all of it. He did not care for her words of her emotions, he just wanted her to be a quiet beautiful thing at her side. He wasn't really a kind or loving man, he was just containing his monstrousness for the sake of this political affair. In less than two hours, she would be expected to share a bed with this man, and he would take her virginity and maybe her soul.

"My lady..." Marian started to say by her side. "I must warm you... that... that..."

"What, Marian?"

"I... I mean..." She struggled, as if the words were hard to say. "...this meat is delicious, my queen." Marian had been doing that the whole night, and Karla was starting to get annoyed by her attitude. Why start talking so gravely only to say something so inconsequential? Is she mocking me? It was starting to sound like that. Her best friend and confidant was failing her in this most dire hour. I wonder were Lunnara is. I do feel in need of her wisdom.

Just then, the king's sister sit at their table with her usual smug attitude. Isolde brought her devious smile with her, and the king answered with his own grim. That was the first time she saw him truly smile. "We haven't had the occasion to talk in this very important night." Said the princess.

"What took you so long?" Asked the king.

"Oh, I fancied myself a glass of milk" As she spoke, she left a cup full of the dense white liquid on the table.

"Milk?" Asked King Dorian, looking at her sister with an amused look. "Since when do you drink milk?"

"Oh, I don't know, I just happened to be in the mood for it."

Karla did not listened to the rest of the conversation. Her eyes were too focused on the cup and it's contents. A cold sweat started to emerge from her hands and forehead. She imagined that milk being pumped out of some woman's breast, some juicy and soft breast, so round and so full, and the woman moaned while being pumped and said kinky loving words to her. She unconsciously spread her legs ever so slightly as her folds became wet with that thought, her hands became shaky as they longed for the touch of flesh. She felt her own breathing becoming more erratic, and her eyes soon focused on Isolde's very bosom. The princess had loosened the first two buttons of her noble dress, exposing a generous midriff, and Karla found herself unable to think of anything other than those generous mountains.

The king finally realised something was off about his wife and her sudden silence. "Are you alright, my dear?" He said.

"Yes... I just need to go to the latrine, it's... it's a woman's thing..."

"Fair enough." He said, not really interested.

Isolde, on the other hand did seem quite invested in her sister in law's reaction. "Well, if it is a womanly thing I would not be unwelcomed. Allow me to show you the way, dear princess. This castle is quite big and you might get lost on your own."

Karla did not find an argument to oppose her. Marian tried to come too, but the princess did not allow it. The two woman quickly ventured in the dark and stony corridors, and Isolde brought the cup of milk with her.

"I honestly did not think you will be this easy, my dear queen."

"Excuse me?" Said Karla nervously, her eyes still fixed in the milk.

"I expected an upright bitch like you to have accomplished a certain degree of discretion about her deviancy, but you are so obvious it's almost comical."

"How dare you speak to me like...!" Karla didn't managed to say anything else. Isolde did not need to touch her to defeat her. The only thing she needed to do was to spill a little of that cup, directly to her face. When the milk touched her skin, Karla became speechless. Her legs started to shake as she experienced the first orgasm, and then another, and another... She fell to the floor, her body leaning against the wall of the corridor, her legs spread and trembling with the shockwaves of her uncontrollable cunt, her eyes unfocused and her tongue out and dangling. All reason and words escaping her as her rival looked down on her from the top.

"By the gods, you are such a whore!" Isolde started to laugh at the expense of her defeated rival. "Oh, you are going to be such a fun toy... my queen." She got really close then. Karla was at her feet, leaning against the wall, leaving her head just at the same high as her crotch. The princess lifted her long and dark skirt, very slowly, exposing her tanned and fit legs, and then her precious hole to the queen. "In a way, I find this really disappointing, but I get it is really what was meant to happen..."

Karla did not have the strength to oppose her, not physically or emotionally. Isolde lifted the cup so that she could see it. It was still almost full... full of milk. "Do you want the rest? this milk? I extracted it from your own cows, I understand it's your favourite, but those cows are now mine, which means YOU are mine. Say it, say that you want this milk."

"Yes..." Said Karla, tears clouding her eyes and falling to her bosom.

"Really? Do you really, really want it?"

"Yes, please."

The princess got really close then. "Then eat my cunt, bitch."