No kink-shaming here, but I never had a fetish for breastmilk or breastfeeding. It just wasn't ever on my list of turn-ons. Not the breasts themselves; those are great, I could happily play with them all day, but the milk part never did anything for me. However, I have to admit that my feedings are surprisingly relaxing. Also of note, different breasts produce milk that tastes different from each other. How do I know this?
"Cindy, would you mind taking this shift for me? I can barely keep my eyes open," Amelia says.
"Of course, I'll take him. I am little Jeims' nurse, after all," a cheerful voice responds.
That's right; I have wet-nurse. It's a little odd at my age, but then again, my age is merely a few hours old. The point anyway is that while Amelia has a rich flavor, savory with a hint of sweetness, Cindy's milk is almost like melted vanilla ice cream or some kind of milkshake, and it brings this boy to the yard. Perhaps it is because of what species she is, or maybe it just comes down to their individual diets.
Cindy appears human for the most part, but she has a little extra, and no, I don't mean her bodacious balloons. Although, they really are amazing. It's a little hard to tell because of my perspective change, but they've got to be F cups, at least. They're bigger than my whole body at this point; I could comfortably lay on them like a day bed. Enough about them for now. The little extra I was referring to are the two small horns on the side of her head and the soft-furred ears laying flat, almost blending into her hair. I'm sure there is a name for them, I have no idea what it is yet, but she is a cowgirl. Full-on animal eared cutey of the highest caliber—one more point in for this being some anime world.
She takes me to an adjacent room, where she finds a comfortable seat and lays me at a good angle to reach her pale pink nipple. I swear I must be in an anime world because these things defy physics. I indulge myself in the pillowy goodness and check out some of the abilities in my status. I still have my Biokinesis and Telekinesis, which is great, and I can't wait to abuse- I mean, learn to use them. I did end up losing Telepathy and Empathy from my original list, but that's probably safest. I don't need to be mucking around in people's minds anyway. Instead, though, I picked up Quantum Intellect and Quantum Memory.
The quick and dirty version of these abilities is that my mind is no longer limited to the meat inside my head. I already have a lifetime of memories, and now I'll be adding new ones. It would get a little crowded up there soon if I didn't purge some old memories, and I didn't really want to do that. Quantum Memory has got that covered for me. I've already got a lot of mistakes under my belt, and I'd like to remember them so that I can learn from them.
Quantum Intellect is really helpful for comprehension and learning. Essentially, my thoughts operate outside of dimensional boundaries, including time, or at least adjacent to them. Every minute I spend contemplating is roughly the equivalent of a normal person spending one hundred minutes. I still have to reach the point of understanding, but I have a lot more effective time to do so. For me, these two abilities are a massive win.
Raven's Eye, the ability granted to me by the Raven Goddess, real name unknown at this point, works exactly as I pictured an inspection ability to work. It shows me an abbreviated character sheet of the person, animal, or object in question. For example, if I use the ability on a lamp, it might say:
[OBJECT: LAMP]
Unless there is something special about the lamp, that's about all I'm getting. Maybe in the future, I'll be able to upgrade it to get more optional information, like composition or craftsman. If instead, I look up at Cindy...
[NAME: CINDY
[HERITAGE: ZOIKOI
[BLOODLINE: BOVINI
[SORTIS: MAID RANK D
[CULTIVATION: LOCKED
[ATTRIBUTES: SELECT TO VIEW
[SKILLS: SELECT TO VIEW
[ABILITIES: SELECT TO VIEW
[FRIEND OR FOE: 67 IT'S A BABY, WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE?
[EROMETER: 42... 43... 44 APPROACHING MINOR CLIMAX
Wait. What? Is she... getting off on me suckling?
[EROMETER: 48... 49... 50... ORGASM IMMINENT.
I look at Cindy over the mountain that is her breast. Her eyes look slightly glazed over, and her face is pink, and a slight sheen of perspiration has broken out over her forehead. Her breathing is labored, and small sounds are escaping between her tightly closed lips.
It's strange, really; I swear I'm not doing anything deliberately. My tongue a little laps across the underside of the nipple, but that's like a reflex or maybe an Echo. I can't just suck on a nipple like it's a straw, after all. Still, this can't be enough to warrant such a strong reaction, can it?
[HOST, HER REACTION MAY BE BEING BOOSTED BY YOUR BLOODLINE. YOUR VERY PROXIMITY MAY INDUCE AROUSAL THROUGH PHEROMONES AND SPIRITUAL STIMULATION FROM YOUR AURA]
'So, I have a sex aura? Cool. I guess that makes sense. I mean, I have the bloodline of a demi-god of sex and war, and arousal during breastfeeding isn't unheard of. Even if this seems a little intense for how little time has passed. What do I know, though? Everyone has different things that do it for them. I suppose I should try to suppress this before-
"Ahhh!" Cindy gasps, and waves of pleasure flow through her body. Too late, I guess. I hope she's okay. Some people can get pretty embarrassed when something like that happens, and she seems like that sweet girl-next-door type that would blush and get shy in front of her crush. I feel kind of bad that-
[HOST BROUGHT CINDY TO A MINOR CLIMAX- 25 EXPERIENCE GAINED. 25 BONUS EXPERIENCE GAINED FROM BLOODLINE AFFINITY.]
I'm sorry, how much experience?... So, yeah, arousal during breastfeeding is totally normal. Nothing unusual about achieving a body-wracking orgasm in what, two minutes. She should be fine, no problem, right? But holy shit, that was just a minor orgasm? If she had been standing, she would have fallen to her knees. If that was minor, I wonder what a major orgasm would look like... and how much experience it would get me?
[EROMETER: 68... 67... 66... COMING DOWN.
I check Cindy's status again. She has her eyes closed and is taking slow deep breaths calming her raging hormones and sensitive body. Opening her eyes, she looks at me, still toying with the nipple between my lips. She looks like she's struggling between embarrassment and contentment, which is completely understandable.
"Let's just keep this between the two of us, little one," she says, her voice and breathing still a little rough. "Hoo! I haven't felt one of those in a while. That was a good one."
Oh, Cindy, I really am sorry about that. It was entirely by accident. That said... I doubt this will be the last time. I'm not only going to be milking you for food but also experience points. Damn, that sounds creepy.
"Hoo boy! Wow, I needed that," she says, smiling, planted a kiss on my forehead, and I suddenly feel less like I'm taking advantage of her.
Maybe she's a bit more of a pervert than I thought. It's not like I'm going to be actively doing anything; I'm just not going suppress my bloodline or aura and let nature take its course. Speaking of which, I should figure that out soon before things get really awkward.
"Cindy," Amelia calls out from the other room. "I can't seem to fall asleep. I might as well take over the feeding."
Speaking of awkward. I thought she said she couldn't keep her eyes open? I look at Cindy to see her almost panicked expression. She looks at me, and I turn my head away. I glance back just in time to see her nervously lick her lips. I didn't notice before, but she has really nice lips too. I'm starting to regret coming to this world as an infant. As much as I'd like to do more, my body limits how much I can lewd the nanny.
"That's alright, Mrs. Archer, we just finished up. Let me get you some herbal tea to help you settle in."
That's using the old noggin'. Smart lady, a certified A5 beauty, great ta-tas, a sweet disposition, and a naughty streak? I may have to marry her in the future. For now, I'll have to put that on the back burner and contemplate how to suppress my bloodline to avoid uncomfortable situations in the future, or at least reduce the impact.
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It was actually not too difficult to suppress my All's Fair aura and super pheromones. About two hours later, when my next scheduled feeding was, I'd already pretty much mastered the technique. It's nice being able to run simulations in your mind at one hundred times the speed of thought if that makes any sense.
Amelia was finally able to sleep, so Cindy came to me once again. This time I would suppress my bloodline and kept an eye on things. As much as all that experience is tempting, I still feel slimy taking advantage of a woman like that.
Or at least until I check her status, I did.
[FRIEND OR FOE: 72 HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART.
[EROMETER: 42... 42... A LITTLE HORNY AND A LOT FRUSTRATED.
"Oh, come on. Just one more," she says, eyes closed in concentration, looking for that same feeling she experienced before. She must be pleasure starved or something.
Well, if she insists, who am I to complain. I stopped suppressing my bloodline and even leaned into the aura a bit. Using my minimal dexterity, I did my best to caress her breast with my clumsy hands. It ended up more like rough petting instead of caressing, but my motor skills aren't really up to par yet. I ran my tongue with intent across the nipple in my mouth. Thinking about it, I seriously want to master my oral skills to the point that I can manifest tongue intent, and if you don't get that, you need to read more cultivation novels.
"Mmm-ah. Oh, yeah, there it is," she moaned, a smile and heat spreading on her gentle face. Damn! She went from sweet girl-next-door to lewd girl-next-door in half a second. I've created a monster.
[EROMETER 69... 72... 75... BOILING OVER.
My body shook with the vibration from her climax. The muscles in her neck strained, and her face turned tomato red. As the orgasm subsided, she wracked by short aftershocks that left her spasming for minutes after as she slumped lower in the chair. I suppressed my bloodline again and continued feeding. I went short on my last feeding, so I needed more juice this time. Fortunately, she was too distracted to notice much.
The relaxed look on Cindy's face as she came down from her orgasm was priceless. All the stress in the world melts away, and a feeling of peace spreads from within; it is a thing of beauty. The notification I got from Cara was pretty sweet as well.
[HOST BROUGHT CINDY TO A STRONG CLIMAX- 125 EXPERIENCE GAINED. 125 BONUS EXPERIENCE GAINED FROM BLOODLINE AFFINITY.]
Nice.
"Jeims, my sweet boy," Cindy crooned, stroking my cheek. "You are truly blessed by the goddess."
Yes, three of them, in fact.
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Six months have passed since my birth, and the revelations about my new world just kept piling up in that time, much like my experience points. I'm approaching five thousand in fact; I may be over nine thousand by my first birthday.
Speaking of experience points, according to Friend or Foe, Cindy has grown quite attached to me. No, not in a romantic way. That would be creepy; I'm an infant, after all. No, this somehow maintains a motherly affection with a score nearly equal to Amelia's. Regardless it hasn't stopped our late-night feedings from getting intense. As I said, I'm approaching five thousand points.
[FRIEND OR FOE: 97 AS MY OWN CHILD
And speaking of children, Cindy has a daughter, Molly, who is only a few weeks older than me. In fact, Cindy was hired as a wet nurse and nanny because she was pregnant at the time, and the Bovini are known to produce more than enough breastmilk to support multiple infants simultaneously. The other maids in the manor are seriously gossipy. Most of my information and entertainment comes from listening to their stories. Not much else to do, honestly. Being an infant is tedious as fuck.
Molly is just about as cute as could be. I don't know if it's a Bovini thing, but she has the biggest, most soul-achingly deep brown eyes I have ever seen. Long dark lashes frame the weight of a curious intelligence. And no, her horns haven't grown in yet. When I started crawling, she got so frustrated that she pushed herself to catch up. I was rather impressed.
Being that we're together so often, she's usually there when I'm covertly practicing my abilities. Usually, it's telekinesis as that always makes Molly laugh to see blocks floating around us. Of course, this is only when Cindy turns away to do something. No point freaking out my favorite nanny. I'm taking my time with biokinesis and only playing with it at night. I have nothing but time right now, so there is no rush.
Looking back at my first weeks, I was quite the spectacle. Everyone in the manor came to see the new bouncing baby boy born of the youngest daughter of the Barony. Yep, there is some nobility in this blood of mine to go with the divinity of my bloodline. Every maid, butler, and man at arms found an excuse to take a peek at me.
I'm not sure how I feel about the whole nobility thing, really. I never really liked dealing with politics very much. Probably because I had a shred of empathy, and watching as normally pleasant people became shit spewing sycophants depressed me.
My grandparents, Baron Reegan Buckner and Lady Estelle, came to visit almost immediately. Of the two, Lady Estelle made the biggest impression. She was annoyed because some other noble had taken their sweet time and made them late back to the manor, so she missed my birth by a few hours.
She'd apparently dragged the Baron immediately upon arrival to my mother's bedroom, not even stopping to change clothes from the road. My grandfather was dressed in what looked like the bastard child of a modern blue business suit and renaissance fair costume. Grandma Estelle, however, was dressed in leather armor embossed with some sort of stylized crane and completed the look with a silver hilted sword at her hip. She looked like a badass.
"Oh, feel that grip. I can't wait to start his training," she said. A little concerning, considering I was less than six hours old when she said this.
"Mother, please. Jeims isn't even a day old yet; for all we know, he'll grow up to be a Pyromancer like daddy," Amelia said.
"I don't care if he can set an entire city ablaze with the wave of his hand. No grandchild of mine is going to grow up not knowing how to wield a blade. There are too many variables in magic. A sword, well-loved, will never let you down."
Amelia rolled her eyes. "Of course, mother, but if you don't mind, I would still like for him to be able to stand before you put a sword in his hand."
I like my grandmother's enthusiasm; it's intense and contagious. Grandfather was far more subdued and had the look of someone who never bothered with the business of babies beyond conception, and he probably would have delegated that if he could have. His business was business. If it could fill the coffers, it was important. If it drained the coffers, it was critical—the type of man that would bluster through his overgrown mustache.
Of the people, I did not meet, however, the most notable one was my father. It was to the point that I was starting to think he'd run off as Molly's father had.
"My Lady? A letter has arrived."