[GILF, Age Difference, Pregnancy, Breeding, Noncon, Femdom]

The King had been captured. At least, that's what Custard Cookie III had called his current situation. What else could you call a valiant attempt to keep your subjects from getting harmed by the vile Dark Enchantress, when she had them all dead to rights when they arrived in the abandoned Vanilla Kingdom?

She offered to spare them in exchange for coming with her. And though the others tried to stop him, he didn't want them to be hurt. They were his subjects after all, and he had learned that it was up to a King to take care of his subjects. They weren't just around to serve him, he should make sure that they were kept safe so they would serve him with all of their heart.

...He just didn't realize why she wanted him. Why him in particular. Oh, she made sure that he learned once they were all alone. She made that boy a man the moment she had him in close quarters. Pinning him to the floor and making sure that he learned how to use what he had been gifted with. Forcing him to fill her with batter, committing an unholy act in the process. Breeding between cookies with the intent to reproduce was against every single taboo. Even at his age, he had learned that much.

Thus, his new life in captivity began. In exchange for Dark Enchantress Cookie letting his friends and his subjects go free until she was ready to carry out the next part of her plan, he was to remain trapped within her bedchambers. Oh, he could wander out all on his own if he wanted. But she would know. And she would make sure that he kept up his role in their little agreement.

Since then, a month had passed...

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"Oh, Custard. How's my little sweetheart doing?"

"Don't call me that, Enchantress! You're just trying to make me think you're nice! You're not nice at all!"

"You still try to push me away, even though you chose to take part in this. That's not very kingly, now is it?"

"I didn't know this was what you were going to do!"

No matter how much Custard Cookie III tried to yell at the evil woman that had trapped him in this relationship, she refused to take him seriously. In fact, she just kept reminding him that this was all his choice. If he wanted to blame her for anything, he had to take responsibility for his actions.

"Poor little thing." Dark Enchantress Cookie said, her voice echoing from behind the doors to her bedroom. "And here I thought to reward you. It's been a month since you sacrificed yourself for your friends, after all. Why not celebrate a moment like that?" Her voice was sweet. Sweeter than ever. "Just this once, I'll spoil you until you can't take it, Custard. I won't do anything you wouldn't want me to. Promise."

Custard Cookie III jittered around on the queen-sized bed, squirming back and forth. He really didn't like what she was implying. He had fallen for her tricks at least once before. And he didn't just mean how he had ended up getting trapped in a relationship where he was constantly being buttered up by one of the biggest villains in the entire world. And yet he was still a child. A little boy who played at being a king. "Promise? Promise with sprinkles on top?"

"Promise with all the sprinkles that you'd ever want, Custard." Dark Enchantress Cookie chimed sweetly from behind those doors. She wasn't going to make a move until he agreed. Because why would she try to bully him when it'd be much better if they just got along?

Custard Cookie III really had to think hard about this problem. Before he just threw up his hands in frustration. "Fine, okay, you can come in! But you better not break your promise! I don't want you to mess with me like you did back then!" He relented. Like the child that he was, he was too impatient to try and find an alternative.

"As you wish, dear Custard..." Dark Enchantress Cookie said, carefully pushing open the doors that led into their shared bedroom as she let out a sultry cackle, satisfied with how she had managed to convince him with her words once again...

Once those doors opened, Custard Cookie III was very quick to blush. Partly because of how he had been trained by Dark Enchantress Cookie to find her incredibly attractive, especially now that she was nice and gravid thanks to the generous donations of batter he had been pouring into her. But there was something that made her even hotter, and it took the place of her usual imposing cape and dress.

"Surprised?" Dark Enchantress said as she slowly ran her fingers along her dark form. Bringing emphasis to how little covered her body. The subtle traces of her long lived life adding some weight to her curvaceous body only adding to her natural eroticism, especially combined with the single garment that clung to her breasts and her rather wet looking nethers. A single long sling, wrapping over her nipples and around her back before coalescing and digging into those soaked lips. And since it didn't even try to run along her pregnant belly, it was allowed to hang free and stand out all on its own, especially when compared to the parts of her body that were weighed down by her age. Whether it was those breasts that were pushing hard against the sling, or her hips that were so wide that the back of the sling was being stretched out thanks to how tight the gap between her buttcheeks was. "Back when Pure Vanilla Cookie and I were fooling around, this kind of bikini was all the rage. Has that changed, all these years later?"

Custard Cookie III didn't exactly know what to say. Partly because while the two had been intimate thus far, it was usually with the elderly villain wearing most of her clothes, only pulling her dress aside to allow the young man's rod into her awaiting lips. Even as the dough began to rise within her and their child was getting closer to being born, she still wore nothing but that outfit. So seeing her change aesthetics out for something so casual, something so brazenly erotic... Well, he felt ever so slightly bad for his bellbottoms, considering how violently erect he had gotten.

"I'll take your silence and the blush on your adorable face as a 'no'." Dark Enchantress Cookie said, one hand gently holding up her belly as she walked closer and closer. Letting her breasts sway side to side with the rhythm of her gait, all while her excessive ass bounced in turn, barely peeking out from behind the width of that gravidity. "But as I told you. I intend for this to be a reward. A reward for the King who was so kind as to help me raise a soldier with Pure Vanilla Cookie's blood powering it..." She cackled ever so slightly. She was being entirely honest, which was the worst part of all of this. She knew that she could get away with not hiding any little bit of it, since there was no way that he was getting away from her.

Custard Cookie III watched as the elderly woman took a seat right by him, letting a deep and satisfied sigh leave her lips. All while a couple of thoughts were running through his head. Most of them were focused on how hot she was, how the subtle sag of her breasts was complimented by the sling bikini pushing them up, how the tightness of the sling down below only served to add more emphasis to her cheeks, and how he could smell just how turned on she was.

But the main thing running through his mind was a question that had been in there ever since the second time she forced him to inseminate her. Why was somebody as old as her, who had fought against Pure Vanilla Cookie and even been friends with him before everything went horribly wrong, so hot? Why was he getting turned on by her body and the subtle way it rose and fell as she breathed..?

"You're staring, Custard." Dark Enchantress Cookie said. Honestly, she didn't need to point it out. She could feel his stares pouring onto her body. She could feel the arousal wafting off his. In fact, she could smell how he had already started to leak a bit of precum into his bellbottoms, making it harder and harder for him to focus on what he was doing. How adorable. He was almost like Pure Vanilla Cookie in that regard. Whenever they got frisky, he was always so quick to blow. It made him easy to manipulate... Even in the first few days of her time as Dark Enchantress Cookie.

"I-I'm just... Y-You said this was a reward, can't I stare?!" Custard Cookie III cried out as she tried to tease him, huffing and pouting as he tried to back away from her. She wouldn't get the better of him. Not this time. "Y-You should just sit there and let me look at you, if you want me to enjoy my reward!" He tried his best to play by her rules. Even if he could hear the faint sound of his poor bellbottoms slowly giving into the sheer pressure his kingly 'scepter' put on them.

Dark Enchantress chuckled ever so slightly. "Oh, you can stare. But I'd like to give you a better angle. So you can enjoy it that much more." For the briefest moment, the older woman sounded like her usual self. That dominant tinge to her voice leaked through, right as she started shoving herself against her blonde companion, licking her lips ever slightly as she pressed him against the bed.

Custard Cookie III could barely do a thing against this, as he was being pinned by his captor's large and gravid belly. He could feel the life within still growing, and the idle movement within. He didn't know what she would give birth to, just that he didn't like being part of its conception. Even if... E-Even if...

His eyes were darting all over the place. Her milky tits pressing against her sling bikini. That gravidity that was pushing him into the soft mattress. Her devilish smile and the aging edges that added a certain allure that he had grown fond of. Her dumptruck of an ass that was threatening to swallow his bulge thanks to their current position... And the dangerously wet lips that were more than happy to take in his cock another time, to add yet more batter to the child growing inside.

"It's okay." Dark Enchantress Cookie said, as she reached down and slowly ran a hand through the young would-be king. Ever so slightly lifting herself off him, so he didn't have to feel pressured by her weight. And to lower his guard yet again, as she had that grandmotherly air about her when she was being nice. "I told you. This is a reward." She chimed, only for her crimson eyes to suddenly flash. "And as a reward for being such a good boy, who would never go against what I tell him... I think it's alright if I give you exactly what you deserve."

He had been played for a fool yet again, something that he only had the chance to dwell on as he found his head pushed towards her milky mounds. Despite the sling getting in the way, she forced the young king to latch onto one of her nipples. And almost immediately, succulent milk that was perfect for young boys like him started to pour down his throat, the warm liquid bringing a wonderful warmth to his stomach.

With one hand keeping him pinned against her breast, and his body positioned in such a way that it was easy for her to guide his cock into the wettest hole in the abandoned Vanilla Kingdom, Dark Enchantress Cookie forced him to penetrate. Pushing aside the sling bikini with his cock, he quickly sunk in just like he had done so many times before.

Custard Cookie III's eyes widened wildly as he felt the wet and dominant folds that had trained his cock so much already. He quickly started thrusting, ripping apart his bellbottoms in the process and tearing away anything that would get in the way of his intimate breeding. He would've normally tried to stop this. But the combination of the usual warmth of her wet pussy, and that milk pouring down his throat...

It was like he was possessed as his hips thrusted forward. Suckling more and more milk from the grandmotherly villain's nipple, he drank and drank while thrusting more and more. Unaware that it was making his 'scepter' thicken out bit by bit as he continued. He was practically driven by instinct, forced to keep thrusting as long as he was being fed and being topped.

Dark Enchantress Cookie enjoyed every moment of having him trying to push his cock deeper and deeper into her. "This is all something that you've wanted, Custard. It's all because you wanted to protect your friends. Take responsibilities for your actions, and you might turn out to be a good father for our child as well!" She cried out in between the few moans that managed to slip out from her lips. She wanted to rub it all in. Keep corrupting him with this treatment, train him to be both an adorable boy and little more than a source of baby batter so she could breed a whole army of Pure Vanilla Cookie descendants. Every single one of them able to keep themselves topped up so she could keep tearing up the order of this world!

Even as he kept thrusting wildly thanks to the milk and that powerful hole, Custard Cookie III understood that he was being taunted. And though he was still but a child who was playing at being a King, he... He wanted to be the King he claimed to be. And if that meant that he had to give in and accept responsibility, accept that this was something that he chose to do...

He sank his teeth into that milky nipple, bringing a brief end to the flow of milk as he managed to pry himself off the aged udder. All while panting and wrapping his arms around the older woman's gravidity for support, his hips still acting on their own accord. "I..! I accept..! I accept that I did a bad thing and had to impregnate you! I take... I take responsibility!" Custard Cookie III cried out, biting into his lip as his hips thrust even harder than before.

Dark Enchantress Cookie let out a powerful laugh as she heard those determined words leave his lip. He was just like his ancestor. When push came to shove, he would stand and protect those that he held dear. And it clearly seemed like he thought this would help them out. How utterly naive. And yet how utterly adorable as well...

"Good! You're one step closer to becoming a real king, Custard!" The aged woman laughed, all while suddenly pressing herself down on him, causing her near-exposed nipple to squirt out a bit of milk right down onto his face while her belly kept him pinned. "And for that, I'll finish your reward. Give me that batter you've been saving, and experience the greatest climax a boy like you could ever imagine!"

She wasn't kidding when she implied he'd have the best climax imaginable. He could feel her pussy wringing around his 'scepter'. It wasn't just that he was thrusting into her. It was also that she was forcibly milking it at the same time. Pumping up and down and trying to force everything out of it in one big shot. How could he resist? Especially since it was all true, he had been trying to avoid her for a few days, which meant that his balls were heavy with more than enough batter to fill her up countless times...

Custard Cookie III had held out very valiantly. He had done what could be expected of a boy like him. Who had done his best before giving into his impulses. But at this point he couldn't hold anything back any longer. He was forced to let out one incredibly loud and orgasmic scream as the thick batter poured out of his heavy balls and into the dangerous hole that was still pumping away at his 'scepter'.

As the boy grew weaker and weaker as her pussy milked him dry, Dark Enchantress Cookie couldn't help but cackle. She could feel the life pouring into her womb. So much of it that her gravid belly started to push out a few more inches. At this point she'd probably need a stool for her gravidity, should she wish to sit down. That was how much it was pushing out from her body...

Once all of that wonderful batter was done being drained from her partner, her lower lips finally ceased moving. And like nothing had happened, she climbed off the boy and descended from the bed, looking back at his tired form as he kept looking at her, not passing out like he had done so many times before. In fact... His cock seemed to be drooling ever so slightly. Had he started to awaken part of his power, allowing him to be ready for breeding again this quickly..?

"Master." A near-emotionless voice echoed from the double doors leading out into the rest of the abandoned Vanilla Kingdom, as a devoted red-haired girl stood there, quietly smiling as she peered towards the older one that she served. "You called upon me, is there something that I need to do?"

"You're just in time, Pomegranate." Dark Enchantress Cookie said as she let a wicked smile stretch from ear to ear. "He's ready for you. I know this will be your first time, but I have high hopes for you." The grandmotherly villain said. She wouldn't waste an opportunity like this.

But before she let her at him, she turned towards the little king... And planted a kiss on his forehead, just like a grandmother would. "Play nice with your new wife, Custard." She said, giving this impending relationship her preemptive blessing, all while slowly taking her leave. Letting the boy watch as her belly swayed from side to side, and her cheeks continued to bounce so mesmerizingly.

The moment she passed by Pomegranate Cookie, the red-haired girl with little emotion on her face quietly let her ceremonial robes fall to the floor. Revealing a sling bikini not unlike the one her Master wore. "I will not disappoint you, Master." She said, approaching the bed and the tired boy she had to make love to.

Dark Enchantress Cookie laughed, with one hand firmly resting on her pregnant belly. Her laughter was drowned out by the doors closing behind her, just like Custard Cookie III's moans were muted to her.

It wouldn't be long before the first soldier would be born. Until then, she would make him fall further... And Pomegranate would help her, as she got used to the role of a Mother as well.

How would he look, once he realized that his children would hunt down his friends? Oh, she couldn't wait for that day.