The White Queen and Her Enchanted Milk Part Two

After giving his body and soul over to Queen Ilyana, George settles in to his new life as a slave to the white queen, he is entirely dependent upon her milk to survive. He finds it much more enjoyable than his life serving the king. What he slowly discovers, however, is that his queen has sent into motion a plot that sends fear into his bones

This is a 9,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part two of three.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, group sex, lesbian sex, strong language, adult nursing relationships, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, enforced male chastity, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:
"Care to join us?" Ilyana said, inviting him into her bed. The servant girl and Ilyana were on their sides facing each other. Ilyana had propped up her head on her hand, elbow bent. The girl was lying directly on the bed, her arms wrapped around Ilyana's body, savoring her milk.

"Of course," George said, striding across the room eagerly.

Ilyana stopped him with a word. "Wait. Take off your clothes first."

George paused long enough to shed his tunic, boots, and breeches. Naked he then joined the two warm bodies in Ilyana's bed. He pushed the girl aside and took his place at his queen's side.
George paused long enough to ask, "What's her name?"

"Does it matter?" Ilyana responded. George shrugged. "Fine. Then you can call her Honoria." Ilyana reached out and stroked the silent girl's cheek with her fingertips. "She's not really beautiful, but she's easy enough on the eyes."

"Why were you giving her my milk?" George asked as he switched from one breast to the other.