I’m tagging along with Milky and Bell to some kind of orc gathering. Even the idiot goblin’s along for the ride… or gold-gold, in his case. But unlike my two busty, milky friends, I don’t have a big orc mate to ease the uncomfortable pressure in my creamy chest. But an unexpected, large and green encounter in the woods, has me not only dribbling my milky burden, but filled and claimed in the most primitive way possible.
When I wake the next morning, I’m a lonely mess. I never wanted an orc lover… but now? Where and who is my mysterious midnight snack?
Milkies for the Orc Prince is a delicious dose of filthy smut. Minimal plot, milky, fertile fun time with a HEA.