[Lactation, Milking]

"Queen Rhea. It's about time."

"Of course, my dear Court Witch. Let me excuse myself..."

The Pure Kingdom. A kingdom born from a single promise. To keep chaste until the day love blooms between individuals. Then and only then may they consummate and take part in the most holy ritual of all. That was why Rhea founded this Kingdom. Why she gave everything to make it flourish.

And it paid off. The public respected this purity. The land became rich from how diligently they worked while keeping their purity intact. It was truly beautiful, and something that she couldn't help but find utterly heartwarming. And most knew she was horrid at keeping her delight secret, considering how she softly vibrated throughout the day.

While she had not taken a Consort, it was clear that she did not need one. Her closest confidant, the Court Witch, was more than happy to accommodate and make sure that she was happy. And indeed, that would happen tonight as well. Just some private time in bed, where the two could enjoy their respective purities.

As Rhea slowly walked down the spiraling staircase that led into the depths of the castle, where nobody would be able to hear her or learn about any of the secrets of the kingdom, her breath grew heavier and heavier as a weight was lifted off her shoulders. All while her gait grew weaker and weaker, her gasps turning into moans...

"You're doing better than before, my Queen." The Court Witch remarked as she gazed at her Queen, a wicked smile on her face. "I trust that you still want to reap the benefits of our little agreement." She said, giggling as she pressed her hand against her cheek.

Rhea looked upon her reflection in the nearby mirror. It was something that she used to make sure that she could return to the surface without looking like something had happened. Right now, it displayed a blonde-haired and respectfully elegant queen. The only thing that could possibly stand out about her was the size of her bosom, but even that wasn't too large. In fact, her Court Witch was much bustier than her, all thanks to the latter deeming bras and other chest bindings utterly repulsive. Right now, she served to contrast the Witch's mildly crude appearance.

But as a sharp moan echoed out, her dress tore ever slightly. It was easy to repair this damage, but the damage didn't matter. What laid behind that damage did. Those breasts that had stood out revealed themselves to be about twice the size, quickly weighing down the Queen now that her dress couldn't press them against her body. And that was just one of the secrets that the Queen did everything in her power to conceal.

The dress continued to fall off her, revealing the rest of her curvaceous body. Because despite looking so presentable and elegant... The Queen was anything but. Her body was like that of a well-trained harlot's. Breasts that would seduce and drain any man, and a pair of hips that were made for breeding. She looked nothing like the Queen that had been standing there mere moments ago... And yet this was her true self. Underneath the dress was a woman that had seen her fair share of pleasure...

Her perverted true self didn't just end at the shape of her body. No, there was clearly more to enjoy about her. Whether it was the fact that her breasts were subtly vibrating thanks to the wriggly toys that were inserted straight into her nipples... Or the subtle sounds of something thrusting in and out of her lower holes, all marked with the same rose. The very same rose that was printed on the Court Witch's cheek...

"R-Rose..." Rhea muttered as she slowly reached for the ends of her toys, trembling as she tried to pull them out. But no dice. She didn't have permission to remove them. Not while they were busy turning her on. "T-The toys... P-Please..." She gasped, as her worried look twisted into a smile. "We need bigger ones..." She didn't want them out to stop the pleasure. Far from it. She wanted more. These were becoming awfully inadequate considering the sheer amount of thirst that rushed through her body...

The Court Witch laughed as she gently tipped her hat. "You really are a special specimen, my dear Rhea. You would seek out a Witch for the sake of eternal pleasure, and help construct this entire scheme just for the sake of attaining a brand new level of delight. You are one of a kind." She said, as she lifted her hat up slightly to reveal a pair of roses within her eyes. This passionate pleasure that her Queen produced was like the sweetest honey... It was why she had bothered going along with this. All to get a much better taste of it all.

"You're one to talk, Rose..." Rhea giggled, before letting out a pleasure-filled sigh. "You wouldn't go along with this if you weren't as perverted as I. You wouldn't have helped me create this entire kingdom, just for the sake of satisfying my needs. To sit so close to so many that consider me pure, with none of them realizing just how depraved I truly am..."

"Touche. But there's a much more important reason why I agreed to help you. And if I let you stand there and cum thanks to your own shame, you'll be wasting all of it. Come, my dear." Rose said as she walked into one of the many specialized rooms within the castle basement, beckoning her to follow. No matter how excruciating the process of walking into those rooms would be.

Rhea followed to the best of her ability. Despite her massive udders swaying from side to side as they begged her to cum. They wanted to release their contents. They had been pent up for so long at this point, all thanks to the toys that were stuffed into her nipples. So much precious liquid sloshing around inside of those tanks, waiting to be released...

She could remember the first time she had met Rose. She was still nothing more than a common harlot back then. Constantly needing more and more pleasure. And as it turned out, she could give her just that... But it was never enough. So instead they turned their heads towards this elaborate plan. To make the pleasure that she did get to indulge in all the more impactful...

Wandering into the room, she could see the familiar mechanical tentacles that she had come to expect and love. The only thing that could possibly deal with the pressure in her breasts. That milking machine that was meant for only the most milk laden cows in the whole kingdom.

"Closer, you cow." Rose mocked her partner as she beckoned her closer, squeezing the cup as she pointed it in the direction of her Queen. "Unless you want to walk around with udders that your court will easily be able to pick out, which I don't doubt that you fantasize about, then we're going to have to milk you. You don't want to make me wait for my piece of the meal either, do you?"

Rhea nodded as she stepped closer, gasping as a few tiny droplets of milk forced their way out from her nipples. All while she tried her best to avoid collapsing right then and there, as much as she just wanted to do so. Instead, she took a deep breath and squeezed her hands into her breasts, to try and counteract the pleasure with something she could control. All while grinning slightly, gasping and panting as she stepped forward again.

Their little agreement was simple. In exchange for helping Rhea gain all the pleasure she could possibly want, and maintain the kingdom in the process... The Queen had to feed the Witch with purity. And this was why she wasn't chained up all day, despite the fact that she'd no doubt love it. By portraying herself as a pure maiden in public, people believed in her. Their purity would then magically be pulled into Rhea, which would gradually fill her breasts until they'd burst. And right now, all of that purity that was just waiting to be let out was bubbling inside. It just needed to come out. It was practically begging for it.

Which was why Rhea didn't do a thing to stop those mechanical cups from being attached once she got close enough. They gripped tight, to make sure that they wouldn't be wasting a single droplet, while at the same time sticking a tube into her breasts. The toys that were there in the first place dissolved upon contact, since the tube that was being inserted was made of silver and the toys were weak to the substance, allowing easy passage into her widened nipples before they'd try and close due to the lack of anything spreading them out.

Once both were nestled nicely inside of her bosom, she could feel the suction start. She threw her head back as she could feel the two mechanical marvels suckling and tugging on her breasts, wildly trying to pull out all the pure milk from within. All while she moaned like mad, already enjoying every moment of the experience..!

Rose just watched with a bemused expression, carefully stroking her fingers against her pussy as she watched. It was a real spectacle in motion, and she wasn't going to miss a moment. Honestly, she was a little envious. She had sustained herself on her own juices in the past, so she was very familiar with the way that these machines worked. And yet it was also why she couldn't help but feel envious. Because these machines were so much stronger to compensate for the sheer amount of milk that was going to be produced. On some level, she wanted to be the one being milked until she'd pass out.

But for now she could just watch. Watch as Rhea kept on crying out more and more, delight filling the room as she moaned so intensely that one would imagine the people above could hear them. But all the safeguards were in place. Both the physical and the magical soundproofing would ensure that these actions and these secrets would be completely hidden away from the public eye. There's nobody that would get to know about this.

On some level, Rhea felt saddened about that. Because at the end of the day, she was a harlot. She was a whore that wanted nothing more than pleasure. And one of the best ways that she could feel pleasure was if people were watching her indulge. The fact that she couldn't have an audience while being milked made her ache ever slightly. But it was a necessity. Especially thanks to how depraved she looked when she was being drained this violently.

The machines kept on sucking harder and harder. And yet no matter how hard they sucked, they just weren't able to drain those tits completely. There was simply too much purity to drain from the Queen... But that motivated the program that ran these machines. It didn't want to lose to a pair of udders. It was made to milk udders, and that was what it was going to do. Even if it had to overheat while draining!

"Yessss! YeeeEEESSS!" Rhea cried out in pure delight as she felt the suction intensifying moment by moment. It was the perfect experience. It was everything that she could ever hope for! She loved every moment of this! And she wanted more! So, so much more! "HARDER, ROSE! HARDERRR!"

Rose laughed. The whore queen was hard to please once she got going. But a little spell, and the machine increased its tempo even more. At this point, the milk spraying out of her breasts and into its containment tank was more like a concentrated beam of milk rather than a steady flow. It was such an absurd sight, and yet it was what made her hand drift between her legs and slowly play with her since she couldn't enjoy the same kind of intense draining.

Rhea kept on screaming in delight. Orgasm after orgasm piling on and on as it all grew to be far too much for anybody ordinary. But she wasn't ordinary. She was far from being ordinary. It was part of what made her such a perfect partner. No matter how many juices drooled out below, no matter how much she released from her pure breasts, she was still aroused and raring to go. "MOOOOOORE!" She screamed with a need that was almost impossible to match...

In fact, the machines started to spark in response to her need. It was overloading... But that just meant that it was unrestrained. Instead of malfunctioning and breaking down, two more cups popped out of the sides of the machine and attached themselves to the other private parts of the Queen, both holes getting shoved full of rods. And while one definitely wouldn't be able to suck out anything, the one in the front absolutely did.

Milk and juices were now rushing into the machine, and Rhea was getting exactly what she wanted. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as she just kept on crying out in pure delight. Everything felt wonderful. Every single little moment felt like an eternity. An eternity of pure pleasure, exactly what she wanted to experience. She loved everything about this. It made the dull life of a pure queen worth it! It made it all so worth it!

Rose watched with even greater envy, before she bit into her lip and had her own eyes roll into the back of her head ever slightly. She was nowhere near the same level of stamina as her partner, resulting in her slumping into her chair as she squirted onto the floor, gasping and panting as her self-inflicted orgasm poured over her. She was such a lightweight compared to her queen... But that was part of why she loved her. Because she let her see just how far she could go. Just how much a woman like her could take...

And with one final scream of pure unrelenting pleasure, the machine broke. The sparks from the milking cups tickled as they made impact with Rhea's skin, right before they detached and let her breathe easy as she had just managed to cum again just a few seconds prior. Even now, just breathing would be enough for her pussy to squirt out all the delightful juices that characterized a slut like her.

"Aaaaahhh..." Rhea muttered as she slowly stretched, trembling as her body squirted as it obviously would. But she didn't care. If anything, she was just happy that she could make herself cum from that inconsequential amount of cum. She was beyond sensitive... And yet, she loved every moment of such. Because it meant she could cum so much more...

Rose's afterglow vanished just as Rhea managed to get free from the machine, panting and gasping as she forced herself onto her feet. "You really are something else, Rhea..." She muttered, all while her body felt so weak thanks to the sheer amount of pleasure pouring through her. It was nothing compared to Rhea's doses, but it was still far too much for a Witch like her. "But I'm sure this meal will be perfect, if it's made from all your juices."

"I gotta say..." Rhea mused as she looked to the tank full of so much milk and pussy juice that it could probably be used to water crops if they were rather desperate, before chuckling as she looked at Rose. "If you need my juices, why don't you just drink straight from the source?" She asked, pressing her tits up against her dear partner's face. All while biting into her lip as she stifled another intense cry. God, it felt so good to be filled with so much pleasure. Why couldn't she feel this way every waking hour of every single day..?

Rose blushed a little as a rather obvious question finally drifted through the air. "I... I just didn't think about it." She muttered. The answer was a lie. A really, really lousy lie. In fact, the blush on her face made it clear. She didn't think that she could handle Rhea's output.

The Queen slut laughed softly before hugging her partner, squeezing her nice and tight. "Tomorrow night, I'll be putting you through your paces, Rose. As thanks for everything you've done. Besides, you want a taste straight from the source, don't you?" She chimed, teasing her as she made sure to squeeze her hands into her witch's exquisite thighs.

Rose let out a yelp as she felt those hands cupping a generous feel, before nodding a little with her blush growing even deeper. This was one more reason why she had bothered to help her Queen. Underneath the soft exterior, underneath the slut that wanted nothing but pleasure... Was a woman that knew what she wanted and how to get it. And she had fallen for her in every sense of the word, which was why she didn't hesitate to rub up against her in response to this particular kind of love.

Tomorrow morning, everything would be as it should be. Rhea would present herself as the purest Queen that the land had ever seen, and she would motivate her people to work with purity shining brightly within their hearts. All for the sake of making their kingdom flourish as much as it possibly could.

And the night after... Everything would start all over again. The bloated cow of a queen would get the pleasure and purity milked out of her, just as she had agreed to. All so she could repeat the routine over again. All so she could enjoy every single moment of what she loved most of all...

That was Queen Rhea's secret. The purest secret of all...