NOVEL NEXT 
Chapter 56: Treason!
(Syrilblia’s POV)
Smack!
Amona: “Ah~” She yelped out a moan.
As I continue to wail at Amona’s plump, and fun to smack ass, I realized a terrible, terrible thing… Isn’t this treason!? Not only did I cuck the king, but here I was, making his wife moan like a prostitute via butt smacks…
Syrilblia: “Hey, Amona? Does this count as treason?” I say, stopping myself from doing another smack.
Amona: “A king having his wife stolen by another woman… A rare case, indeed. If it is treason… well, I don’t really care.” She replied.
Syrilblia: “You should care! My life is on the line here…” I say with a pout.
Amona: “Treason or not, I will just kill that man if he ever finds out. Now, will you please continue? I was sooo close…” She pleaded, wiggling her cute butt, wanting more of my administrations.
Syrilblia: “…”
Smack!
Amona: “Yes!” She happily exclaimed.
Oh, well… Amona had completely soaked the bed where her kitten was positioned. Like with the others, this woman wasn’t going to be able to live without me. Even going as far as to refer to her own husband as “That man”. So cruel…
More Smacks Later!
Amona: “More!” She pleaded in between her moans.
Hard Smack!
Amona: “Ah~” She yelped.
I could tell that she was at her peak, so I gave her a decently hard smack on her cute, but red butt. As Amona relaxed from her orgasm, I used healing magic on her rear end.
Amona: “That was so good… Can I indulge in something else?” She asked with an expecting tone and expression.
Syrilblia: “I did not say empty words to you, Amona. If you want me to do something to you, I will do it.” I answer with a smile.
Amona: “Alright… No, no… this is too weird… You’ll think that I am a sick woman, and you will not want to have relations with me anymore…” She said, struggling to admit to her yet unmentioned desire.
Syrilblia: “One of the girls in my harem has a major smell fetish. Beatrice can orgasm from just smelling my sex alone… Another girl, Priscilla, is an extreme masochist. She just loves it when I choke her.” I say, unprompted.
Amona: “…”
Syrilblia: “?”
Amona: “Ah, so my desire is actually tame in comparison, huh?” She said with a laugh.
This is great! I am slowly corrupting this woman… I am helping her release her desires, and unlike those college girls, the remorse is lessened. After all, this is a mature, well experienced woman. Not a naive girl who fawns over just the very idea of my touch…
Amona: “Originally, I just used this on myself to help with my self pleasure. In truth, I realize now that I was actually a lesbian all along…” She said, reaching over to her nightstand, and taking out a potion out from inside of it.
Syrilblia: “Amona, you can like both sexes, you know? Anyway, what’s that bottle?” I ask with a curious tone.
Amona: “For a few hours after a woman drinks this potion, they will produce breast milk, even if they aren’t pregnant.” She explained.
Syrilblia: “…”
What… this woman had like, over fifty of those bottles in her nightstand. Does she really have that big of a breast milk fetish? Oh, oh… oh! I get it now. This woman… she wants a mother. Luckily, she isn’t into infantilism. She just slightly wants a mother to please her.
Amona: “Sometimes… I would have dreams where my mother would feed me her breast milk, all while touching me… down there.” She admitted with a red face.
Syrilblia: “I see… so that’s what you want… huh? Just how long have you repressed your desires?” I reply.
Amona: “Considering how I am now confiding in a woman that is significantly younger than I am… probably for a long time.” She answered with a giggle.
Man… am I really okay with this? What she wants from me… might be a little too kinky for my tastes. Or… I guess that I can just try it once, and then I will know for sure if I am okay with it. Not that I will ever be pissing on a girl, no thank you. I do NOT need to test that out to know that I am against it on a fundamental level.
The Potion Needed Time to Work Later.
Slick!
Syrilblia: “…”
Suck!
This was weeeird…ly hot! Amona was sucking on one of my nipples. All the while, I was fingering her kitten. She lapped up my milk like it was the tastiest thing that she has ever had the pleasure of consuming.
And this was something that Amona clearly really, really desired. Multiple times now, the woman has squirted. Which wasn’t happening before. She was so damn aroused by this act… that her body couldn’t hold back its liquids any longer.
Amona: “Pwah…” That was the noise she made after she stopped breastfeeding.
Syrilblia: “…Done?” I ask.
Amona: “…I am a disgrace of a queen, Syrilblia…” She said with an embarrassed tone.
Syrilblia: “Some of my girls beg me to piss on them, even though I have denied it every time. Stop belittling yourself and stop with the self-hatred as well.” I say with a stern tone.
Amona: “Hehe… you sound like my mother.” She said with a laugh.
Syrilblia: “…”
Amona: “Syrilblia, today you have stained me in your color. From now on, living without you is an impossibility. If I am to fall into depravity… why don’t I fall all the way?” She proposed.
Syrilblia: “What other desires do you have?” I ask in reply.
Amona: “So many come to mind now. Honestly, it will take months, if not years, to satisfy them all. But… shall we end it on another desire of mine?” She pleaded.
Syrilblia: “What is your desire this time?” I repeat.
Amona: “This entire session… I have not once brought you to orgasm. The next time, it won’t be as one-sided.” She swore with an oddly serious tone and expression.
Syrilblia: “Amona… I understand your remorse, but I am seducing you right now. My pleasure comes only after I do that. And, you know, that potion will wear off soon.” I inform.
Amona: “Very well… I want you to squirt your milk all over me while I touch myself.” She said, struggling to get the words out due to her immense shame.
Oh… how lewd! Directing the woman to sit down on her butt, and spread her legs, the finale for today had begun. As odd as it was, I squeezed my breasts and directed the squirted out milk all over her body.
Slick!
The more milk that I got on her, the more aroused she became. Not to mention, but the faster her hands would move as well. The bed got even more soaked. And the room now had a mix of the smell of sex and breast milk enveloping it.
Amona: “Oooh… I am there!” She exclaimed, thrusting her waist up, and squirting her last squirt of the night.
Without any windows, I couldn’t really tell the time. But I can still count, and it should be night now. While orgasming, Amona had passed out. With a giggle, I used cleaning magic on us, and on the room. Then I cuddled up with her in bed. I wonder how the king would react if he caught me sleeping with his wife?…