Prince Gyllen Ch. 08

Gyllen tensed up his thighs and knees together, squirming as his eyebrows furrowed and his closed eyes shut extra tightly yet still heartily breastfeeding on the minotaur through the constant assault of bliss coursing through his nerves, the lactation dribbling down the corners of his maw whenever he opened slightly to breath in or out quickly and running down his round cheek while his dick began to throb against Pasiphaë's palm before he unleashed a lewd shout muffled by the bovine woman's tit flesh as he thrust his hips upwards into the air just as she had brought down her powerful hand onto his crotch, completely retracting the wrapping from the teen's tip just in time for his to shoot his wads of spunk up into the outside air before they fell back down around Pasi's hand and Gyllen's crotch, while the rest was squeezed out from his urethra.

After this, Gyllen finally popped his mouth off from the minotaur's nipple, leaving it still seeping its liquid and himself absolutely shattered from the late night drunk handjob, boobsuckling combination he had just experienced in the corner of the castle courtyard, resting himself on Pasiphaë's knee while he caught his breath while his penis softened and shrunk once more.

"Aaah~ Well, that was fun, Princeling!" Pasiphaë said, wiping the cum lazily 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 at the bovine woman's unsteady stance before remembering to reach down and pull up his trousers and to re-cover his shame. "I had an absolutely delightful evening though. Thank you~!" He beamed to her before starting to move, stopped momentarily by the heavy warrior draping an arm over his shoulders, almost causing the poor blonde to collapse.

"Don't mention it, sweetie~!" She slurred. "I think I'm gonna stay up a just a little 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 and leaving the prince.

After wiping his lips of the excess milk, Gyllen's travels back to his bedroom went unremembered come the morning aside from him flopping himself head-first into his pillows without so much as changing into his nightwear, even still leaving his shoes on as he drifted to sleep. Thankfully, he did managed to remember his resolve he made earlier at dinner the next day. Of course, that was after he having to deal with his first hangover.

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