Milked In Front Of The Whole Roman Legion: A Dark Ancient Military Lactation Romance

William's presence in the records room demands more than I bargained for when I sought his protection. His stern commands strip away my defiance until all that remains is this trembling need to be claimed where discovery could shatter everything.

In the confined alcove he takes his time with my tunic laces, like a man who knows he holds every advantage. Any soldier passing the door could hear the sounds he draws out of me, and he has never once lowered his voice.

The risk of exposure burns hotter than the milk he coaxes free. How long before the legion sees what I allow him to take?