With my thumb, I teased her sensitive anus. “Fucking come for me. Right now.”
“Yes, my….” She stammered. “Oh, God, Randal, you’re going to make me…”
I felt her walls start to tighten, but she wasn’t there, not yet. Without a roar, without a growl, I shot my load into her just as she began to come, and one spurt after another pulsed from me in unison with the waves of her orgasm.
I pulled my dick out of her before she was even finished. With my cock still dripping, I turned her around. “Get your tits out,” I said, nudging her cheek with my nose. “I need your milk.”
She did just as I asked. Her milk was sweet and thick, and tasted so fucking good that I couldn’t help but close my eyes as I sucked it from her nipples. She ran her fingers gently through my hair as I drank, same as I’d seen her do with our children. Fuck almighty. Yes. She was everything to me. Everything I had never had and everything I had always fucking needed. She was the goddess that gave me purpose; she was the lover that gave me focus; she was the mother I never had. All fucking wrapped in one.
Little Randal’s scream outside interrupted me from drinking my fill. Iris looked at me and together we listened, assessing if it was a frustrated scream. Or one of danger and fear.
Iris turned over her shoulder and I saw her smile as I slipped her nipple from my mouth, licking it clean. “She’s your daughter alright,” Iris said, tucking her breasts back into her corset.
I straightened up, keeping my cock hidden behind Iris as I looked outside. On the ground, in the mud and muck, lay Randal on his back with Maggie on top of him, whaling on him with tiny fists.
“Good thing we taught him never to hit a girl,” I said. Yanking my britches up, I reached down to shift my balls to the right. Fuckers were actually throbbing, like they always did when I got to drink Iris’ milk.
Iris straightened her hair. “You can tell he wants to, though. And who could blame him?”
True enough. A swift pop from her brother might be just the thing she needed to set her straight. But rather than let them fight it out like animals, I yanked open the window and barked, “Maggie. Don’t think I won’t throw you in the pig trough.”
She froze with fists in the air and turned, all sweetness and light, giving me a wave.
Iris chortled. “Absolutely your daughter.”
“Don’t know about that,” I said, reaching up her skirt again to feel my cum trickling out of her. “You’re pretty fucking wild yourself, too.”
She shifted her lips to one side, nibbling on the lower one, working up a reply for me. But before we could get to the finer points of which of us was a bigger handful, we heard Bonny call out. “A baby boy!”
The kids took off running, and Iris and I weren’t far behind. We were just in time, all of us, to see the calf totter awkwardly to his feet, tripping over himself to get to his mother’s udders to drink. I ran my hand over my jaw to stifle my groan, and Iris gave me a knowing glance. Randal and Maggie were thrilled by the new calf, and sat cross-legged near Bonny, asking a thousand questions a minute.
My mind, though, was still in the barn. Whenever I wasn’t inside Iris, I was thinking about how get back inside her. So once the excitement died down and the calf fell asleep, I said, “Alright, you two. Get your stuff. Your mother and I need to get back to the castle.”
Iris turned to me, furrowing her brow to say, We do?
I nodded at her. Every pregnancy made her even more beautiful somehow. And the more beautiful she became, the more I wanted to punish her for it. “The two of us have a few things we need to do together.”
We were alone together in our dungeon. No interruptions, no bullshit. Just us. Iris wore green—a dress I’d had made for her pregnancies, for when we were alone. It was the same color she’d worn the first time I’d ever seen her, but this was a fuckload less modest. Low cut to show off her milky, swollen tits, with a long slit up the front that went past her pussy, so that I could always see it. And always get to it.
I’d fucked her hard all afternoon and evening. She’d come until she was too exhausted to come again. After that, I’d watched her dress for me and made sure she ate well. We’d both eaten, taking what we wanted from the banquet table that I made sure was always ready for us when we finished one of our dungeon sessions.