You do, but the maid won't shut up.

Torches light the empty corridors as the maid leads you through a part of the castle you don't even knew excited. She keeps looking back at you, stealing glances every now and then. You can see how she keeps looking at your chest whenever she thinks you aren't looking.

Finally she just ask you in a rather low voice. "Is it true?" You just look at her. Wondering what she is talking about. "Is it true what they say about the royal bloodline?" A question you knew would come sooner or later, though you would have preferred to answer in a more private setting.

You summon your courage and answer the girl. "That depends on what they say about me." The girl grinned knowing now that there at least had been some truth to the rumors that she had heard. "Is it true that your giant udders can produce milk as you wish?" The maid looked at you with a knowing smile. "No, Well the royal bloodline is able to produce milk that is true, but we need to be milked by someone... we can't just do it as we please. It is meant as an emergency if we should be trapped somewhere without anything to drink... Though our breasts cannot be emptied we do derive a significant amount of pleasure from being milked." You confessed as the maid kept on leading you through the narrow halls.

"Well is is true then that your snatch is always dripping wet. Craving sex at every opportunity you get?" The maid asked. Her once shy tone gone with the wind as she was clearly getting riled up herself. You had **** but nod "Yes it is true. The royal bloodline was meant to represent and serve the kingdom and through this we have become hor- I mean we have assented to this task with grace." The maid looked at you with a hungry stare. She herself seemed to be rather excited about this fact as she finally lead you through a door.

Bright sunlight filled your eyes blinding you as you looked over your lands.