Prince Gyllen Ch. 08

"Is something the matter...?" The minotaur asked with a pout as the prince had not yet begun to start suckling on her.

"Ah! No, no! It's just...well...it's so big! I'm not quite sure on how to go about handing it..." Gyllen responded, leading to a chuckle from Pasi.

"Just let Mama handle everything~" Pasiphaë reached around the back of Gyllen's head with one hand and pushed his countenance into her pillowy chest with a surprising amount of finesse and accuracy for one so drunk, as the blonde's mouth was able to connect directly onto her hardened, dripping nub without any needed adjustment. The noble boy's tongue tasted but one lingering droplet of the bovine female's milk to find the taste to be fittingly similar to that of fresh cow's milk, though perhaps a smidge sweeter. In fact, it tasted so pleasant that Gyllen found himself starting to suck on the teat, tugging at it with his lips and rolling his tongue around its to sample more of the delicious flavour of the fluid it was producing. Pasiphaë let out a moan in reaction to the prince's enthusiastic nursing on her nipple. "Someone's a hungry tyke!" She said just as Gyllen would reach up with one arm and squeeze his paw onto the same fat orb he had his face against to allow even more milk to flood his maw and quench the thirst he never knew he had!

The prince's lower half remained bare during this time save for the birches hanging loosely around his ankles, exposing his member to the chilly, Snjórlandic night air though staying fully upright and twitching from the arousal that was being derived from drinking from Pasiphaë's bosom. The bronze-skinned woman took notice and sympathy on the poor, unattended penis being and wrapped her palm firmly around the phallus. As proven in the past, the minotaur's strength was second only to Captain Jern in their squadron, so needless to say that she possessed quite the powerful, vice-like hold. She squeezed and tugged on on his cock roughly, unaware of the amount of muscle she was using in her jerking motions thanks to her impaired, intoxicated judgement, making Gyllen wince in partial pain but primarily pleasure as he whimpered and groaned into Pasi's bust simultaneously with her stroking of his prick.

Gyllen's thighs and knees tensed together, squirming as his brow furrowed and his eyes shut extra tightly, yet still heartily breastfeeding on the minotaur all the while through the constant flow of bliss coursing through his nerves, the lactated fluid dribbling down the corners of his maw and running down his round cheek whenever he opened slightly to take a quick inhale while his dick throbbed against Pasiphaë's palm before a lewd shout - smothered by the bovine woman's tit flesh - was unleashed as he thrust his hips upwards into the air just as her powerful hand was brought down onto his crotch, completely retracting the wrapping from the tip of the teen's dick in time for him to shoot his wads of spunk up into the outside air without impediment before they fell back down, splattering around Pasi's hand and the prince's crotch, while the rest was squeezed from his urethra in before long.

After this orgasm, Gyllen popped his mouth off from the minotaur's nipple at long last, leaving it to seep liquid still and himself utterly shattered from this drunken, late-night handjob/boob-suckling combination he had just underwent in a corner the very same castle where he resided. The blond rested himself on Pasiphaë's knee while he caught his breath and his penis softened once more within the cow-woman's digits.

"Aaah~ Well, that was fun, Princeling!" Pasiphaë said, lazily wiping the cum on her thick outer thigh while Gyllen picked himself back up onto his feet with a stumble. "Off to bed now, are you?" She asked, sliding her armour back over her chest as she stood up herself with a wobble.

"I think that would be best for both of us, Ms. Pasiphaë..." Gyllen said with a chuckle towards the bovine woman's unsteady stance before only just remembering to reach down and pull up his trousers back over his pubis and re-cover his shame. "I had an absolutely delightful evening. Thank you~!" He beamed to the bovine before starting to move, stopped momentarily by the heavy warrior draping an arm over his shoulders which almost caused the poor boy to collapse then and there.

"Oh, don't mention it, sweetie~!" She slurred. "I think I'm gonna stay up a just a little bit longer...but if you're ever in the mood again, just come and find your Auntie Pasiphaë, okay~?" She patted Gyllen on the chest before leaving him in the opposite direction, belching and hiccuping as she disappeared into the night.

After wiping his lips of the excess milk on the back of his hand, Gyllen's journey to his bedroom went unremembered come the morning aside from the head-first flop into his pillows without so much as bothering to change into his nightwear or even removing his shoes as he drifted into untroubled sleep. Thankfully, he did not forget the resolve he had made earlier at dinnertime come the next morning...after dealing with his very first experience of a hangover in his young life, naturally.