The sun sank on the horizon like a coin of molten gold, tinting the sky in shades of orange and pink that reflected off the thatched roofs of the village of Rosethorne.
The cobblestone streets bustled with life at dusk: merchants packing up their stalls, children darting between the legs of adults, the aroma of freshly baked bread mingling with the smoke from chimneys. Axel walked beside Elara Voss, his arm linked with hers in a gesture that seemed natural, though both knew nothing about that bond was casual.
Elara had tried to compose herself during the walk. She had adjusted her dress as best she could, but the dark stains on the bodice remained, damp and revealing, like marks of a shared secret.
Every few steps, her free hand instinctively rose to her chest, as if to check that the swelling had subsided. Not completely. She still felt a persistent tingling, a latent heat that made her nipples brush against the fabric with every movement, sending small jolts of guilty pleasure up her spine.
Axel noticed everything. The slight tremor in her step, the way her breathing quickened when their eyes met, the blush that never left her cheeks. It was addictive. Better than any digital fantasy from his previous life.
They reached the outskirts of the village, where the path widened and rose slightly toward a hill. There stood Voss Manor: a gray stone building with pointed turrets, tall leaded stained-glass windows, and a front garden full of rose bushes that, even at this time of year, still held some late blooms. It wasn't an imposing castle, but it exuded the discreet elegance of a nobility that had seen better days.
Elara stopped in front of the wrought-iron gate. Two guards in burgundy livery greeted her with a bow.
"My lady," one of them said, casting a curious glance at Axel. "Is this gentleman…?"
"A guest," she replied in a firm voice, though Axel detected a slight break. "Axel Horton. Treat him with the respect due to a guest of the house."
The guards nodded without asking more. The gate opened with a soft creak, and they entered the cobblestone courtyard. A young servant, a boy no older than sixteen, ran to receive them.
"Welcome, my lady. Dinner is almost ready. Shall I prepare a room for the gentleman…?"
Elara glanced sideways at Axel.
"Prepare the east wing guest suite. And make sure there is hot water for a bath. He has had a… long journey."
The boy blushed without fully understanding, but obeyed.
As they climbed the main staircase, Axel couldn't help but admire the interior. High ceilings with dark wooden beams, tapestries depicting ancient battles, iron chandeliers already being lit with candles. Everything smelled of melted wax, lavender, and a faint trace of dust accumulated in forgotten corners. It was a living house, but lonely.
Elara led him down a long hallway to a double oak-carved door. She opened it herself.
"This will be your room for now," she said, entering first. "You can stay as long as you need. Rosethorne is not a safe place for outsiders without connections."
Axel entered behind her. The suite was generous: a canopy bed, an enormous wardrobe, a desk with quill and parchment, and a window overlooking the back garden. But what caught his attention most was the copper bathtub next to the fireplace, already filled with steaming water. Someone had added rose petals and oils that perfumed the air.
Elara turned to him. Her green eyes shone under the candlelight.
"You need to freshen up. I… must change. These clothes are… unusable."
Axel took a step toward her.
"Not so fast, Lady Voss."
She instinctively backed up until her back touched the closed door.
"What do you intend now?" she asked, though her voice lacked conviction.
Axel approached slowly, like a predator who knows the prey is already surrendered.
"I want to make sure you're all right. After what happened in the clearing… your body is still reacting."
Elara lowered her gaze. Her hands clenched against the bodice.
"It's… embarrassing. I've never felt anything like that. My milk… flowing again. As if my body had awakened after years of sleep."
Axel extended a hand and brushed the edge of the neckline with his fingers. Elara did not pull away.
"Because you needed it," he whispered. "And so did I."
Gently, he untied the remaining laces. The dress opened like a wilted flower. Underneath, Elara wore only a fine linen chemise, now translucent from the damp stains. Her breasts, still slightly swollen, looked heavy and full, with fresh drops forming on the nipples.
She moaned softly when Axel fully freed them. The cool air of the room made them harden even more.
"Let me take care of you," he said, guiding her toward the bathtub.
Elara let herself be seated on the edge. Axel knelt in front of her, as in the clearing, but this time with more calm, more intention. His hands gently massaged her breasts, squeezing carefully. Thin streams of milk fell into the water, tinting it a milky white that slowly dissolved.
Elara closed her eyes, head thrown back.
"It's… so pleasurable…" she murmured. "Don't stop."
Axel leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked slowly, savoring every drop. The flavor was richer now, with a hint of roses from the garden and the warmth of her body. Each swallow sent waves of energy through his veins.
[ System Notification ]
You have consumed Maternal Milk from Elara Voss (Second session).
Experience gained: +120
Current Experience: 150/200
Progress toward Level 3: 75%
Additional effect activated: Addictive Flavor (Level 1) – Elara experiences increased pleasure and a slight emotional dependency toward you. Duration: 24 hours (renewable).
Axel felt the change in her. Her moans grew deeper, her hips moved in small circles against the edge of the tub. One hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
"More… please…" she pleaded.
He alternated between both breasts, massaging with his hands while drinking. The milk flowed in more abundant spurts, splashing his chin and dripping down his bare chest. The sound was hypnotic: soft sucklings, drops falling into the water, broken moans.
When the production began to wane, Elara trembled from head to toe. Axel carefully lifted her and placed her in the bathtub. The hot water enveloped her, and she sighed in relief.
"Come with me," she said, extending a hand.
Axel undressed without ceremony. His body, enhanced by the system, was more defined, stronger. He entered the water in front of her. The space was narrow, their legs intertwined beneath the surface.
Elara moved closer, resting her head on his chest.
"I never thought I would feel desired like this again," she confessed in a low voice. "After Edmund's death… I became the noble widow. The administrator. The mother. No one saw me as a woman."
Axel stroked her wet hair.
"Now I see you. And not just as a woman. As the first of many who deserve this."
She looked up, surprised.
"Many?"
He smiled.
"It's my mission. But you… you are special. The first. The one who showed me this is real."
Elara blushed, but this time there was pride in her gaze.
"So… will you teach me more? About this… gift of yours?"
Axel kissed her for the first time. A slow, deep kiss, tasting of milk and roses. She responded with hunger contained for years.
They stayed in the bathtub until the water cooled. Then, wrapped in soft towels, they lay on the large bed. Elara curled up against him, her body still sensitive.
"Don't leave me alone tonight," she asked.
"I won't," Axel promised.
As she fell asleep with her head on his chest, Axel stared at the carved ceiling. The system screen floated in his mind.
[ System Notification ]
Secondary mission completed: Establish initial bond with Elara Voss.
Reward: +50 EXP
Current Experience: 200/200
Level up: Level 3
Experience: 0/300
Stat point obtained: +1 (assignable).
New skill unlocked: Sensitive Touch (Level 1) – Increases the sensitivity of erogenous zones in touched women, prolonging pleasure and milk production.
Axel assigned the point to Charisma. He felt a subtle flow of confidence, as if his presence had become more magnetic.
He looked at the sleeping Elara. Her chest rose and fell with calm breathing, a small drop of milk still beaded on her left nipple.
He smiled in the darkness.
Rosethorne was just the beginning. Tomorrow he would explore the village, seek rumors of other mature women: tavern keepers, merchants, perhaps some wandering elf in the nearby forests.
But for now, he had Elara. And that was enough to dream of greater conquests.
The fire in the fireplace crackled softly. Outside, night fell over Eldoria.
And Axel Horton, the Milk Hunter, had just claimed his first territory.