I feel a nipple press against my lips and draw it into my mouth. I'm still not entirely awake, but I'm used to the nightly feeding schedule, so I start to draw the milk out. A familiar flavor washes over my tongue, but it's a taste that I haven't experienced since my last life. It's the tang of cheesecake and the toffee and nut flavor of a nice Irish Cream. These are not my usual nightly nipples.
I crack open my eyes to see a busty dark brunette biting her lip with fearful desperation twinkling in her eyes. Aunty Lucy had come for more than to give me a midnight snack. I know what she wants. I tell the angel-shoulder to shut up for now. It's a one-time thing. She won't be here too long, and she really seems like she needs this. It's not like it's sex. I'm just using my abilities to help her to find some relief. Damn, I'm good at talking myself into bad ideas.
What are we working with here?
[EROMETER: 62... 66... 70... HORNY AS HELL. PLEASE, GODDESS, I REALLY NEED A GOOD ONE.]
Holy shit, she's really desperate. Don't tell me her husband isn't into nookie either? Well, she wants a good one, so let's see what we can do.
I embrace my bloodline and turn on my aura full blast. Then I try to focus on her with Lust Intent. Her thick dark hair just begs to have a hand entwined within and yanked back on. A groan of pleasure explodes from Lucy's mouth as her head jerks back; body shaking, she pulls me tight to her breast. Did the Lust Intent actually force her head back? Her eyes start to glaze over. Hold on. Not yet, Aunty. That's far too quick for a 'good one.' We can do better than that.
In my mind, one hand stays wrapped in her hair while the other traces its way down from her mouth over her neck and scratches down her chest brushing her erect nipple. Turning from claw to palm, the hand slides over her narrow waist and works its way down to the delicate folds below. A finger slides along the small nub drawing a shuddering breath from her mouth. A light pinch and the shudder becomes a gasp. Fingers dive, splitting the folds. Seeking the drenched depths, they slither their way in delving deep to reach the treasure and drive forward in a thrumming rhythm, alternating to create constant and true pressure.
Lucy shudders. Hold, it's not time yet, but soon. As the rhythm of my intent continues, I split my focus and replicate the suction of my mouth on her candy-like nipple. I wait to let the tension build.
[EROMETER: 106... 118... 130... EXPLOSIVE ORGASM INCOMING. FUCK! GODDESS, LET ME COME, PLEASE!]
I focus my intent on applying heavy suction but not on her other nipple. Instead, I target her little nub that I've been brushing gently with intent and draw a rapid pulsing pull. Now! Cum for me!
[EROMETER: 154... 166... 1000... MASSIVE ORGASM. AHHHH!]
"AHHHH!" Lucy screams, her eyes roll back, and her body seizes, locked in the rictus of what the French call the little-death, and wave after wave splash across the chair and floor as she loses control.
The results are explosive, and I have to use telekinesis to keep us both from falling to the ground. She had been on a chair to feed me, but the orgasm was too intense, and she hit the floor. There is a couch nearby, and I drag her there to lay her flat on her back. I push myself up to see her face and see that she's completely passed out.
I think I'll just lay here. I'm sure someone will be along soon enough. She did scream pretty loud.
[HOST INDUCED AN EPIC ORGASM IN LUCY- 1000 EXPERIENCE GAINED. 1000 EXPERIENCE GAINED FROM BLOODLINE AFFINITY.]
Holy shit, an EPIC orgasm. Noice. Thanks, Aunty Lucy, for being a bit of a perv. I rub my face on the marshmallow-like breast and get comfortable. That was interesting. I could almost feel what I was imagining. I wonder if my Lust Intent has already gotten stronger or if I'm just scratching the surface of how to use it. I'll need more data before I can really run simulations. For now, I need my sleep.
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I wake up the next morning to a gentle bouncing and the soft pillows I've grown accustomed to. Looking up smiles wryly. "You left your aunty in quite the state, my sweet boy. Well, it serves her right for taking advantage of such an innocent child."
I smirk and lay my head back down. If only she knew. I made out like a bandit last night. Between the massive amount of experience and the practice with both telekinesis and Lust Intent, I have no room to complain. Also, she had a rather nice taste. My only question is, is it normal for a woman to still produce milk years after they've stopped breastfeeding? From what I recall, my cousins are all between five and eight years old. So it is unlikely that Lucy is still breastfeeding, not impossible, but unlikely.
The rest of the 'Fog of Sleep' clears from my mind and eyes, and I notice maids quickly passing by us as Cindy walks down the hall. Everyone seems to be in a rush this morning. I wonder if this is the day that I meet my father. We come out onto a veranda where Estelle, Amelia, and Amanda are having a light breakfast and talking.
"No, really, how was it?" Amanda asks.
"Giving birth? Amelia asks back. Amanda nods, which is confusing to me. Maybe they adopted, but that doesn't seem likely in a noble family with bloodline succession in the mix. "Well, after nine months of your body deforming and rebelling against you, suddenly it decides to really mess you up and starts forcing muscle spasms and contractions that seem to be tearing you apart in an effort to squeeze something the size of a melon through something the size of your fist. It's excruciating. It's exhausting."
Amelia reached out and took me in her arms from Cindy. "And in the end, you end up with the most precious thing in your life."
Amanda had a pensive look on her cute face. "Do you think I made a mistake using a Birthing Pod?"
An interesting question. Based on the name, I can guess how he has two children but never even held hands with her husband. If she decides to stay close, I won't feel one iota of guilt for what happens.
"No. Given your circumstances, I think it was for the best." Estelle chimed in, and the other two women nodded in agreement.
"What's for the best?" a sleepy-eyed Lucy asks with a lazy cat in a sunbeam smile on her face.
"Well, look what the orc dragged in. Good morning Lucy," Estelle says, and everyone waves. "We were just discussing using a Birthing Pod and whether it was better to go with natural child-birth."
"Oh! Let me tell you then," Lucy says. "I've done both, and let me tell you; the Birthing Pod is goddess-sent. After Alexander was born, I thought my poor lady bits were broken beyond repair."
"Alexander was a rather large baby, but then again, his father is a rather large man," Amelia says, nodding.
"In more ways than one," Lucy says with a smirk. "Anyway, I can't tell you how happy I was to use a Birthing Pod with the twins. I couldn't even imagine squeezing two out."
"What about breastfeeding? Reegan insisted on wet nurses exclusively. He didn't think it was appropriate for a noble lady," Amanda says with pink coloring her cheeks. Everyone else at the table, myself included, collectively rolled our eyes.
A devilish look crosses Lucy's face. "My husband loves my breast milk. I swear I have no idea what is wrong with my idiot brother. He certainly didn't learn this from our mother," Lucy says. I knew Lucy's husband had a fetish for breastfeeding. It was the only thing that made sense. There's probably some magic that helps it happen: a lactation pill or something.
"No, this is your father's nonsense," Estelle says. "He got worse after Carmen passed away and apparently passed that on to Junior."
"A lot of things got worse after mom passed," Lucy says, her playful grin gone, and a heavy mood presses down on the group leaving an awkward silence.
"You know, all of you children were born the old-fashioned way, but before she got sick, Carmen, your father, and I had been planning to use a Birthing Pod to have one more child. A combination of the three of us," Estelle says. "Our own little triple baby. When she passed, Reegan... Senior took it very hard. We all did, but Carmen was his first love and the light of his life. I know he loves me, but losing Carmen was like losing a part of himself. Her energy was so infectious, and when she wasn't there anymore to fill him up, he just started to deflate. It wasn't just him; she'd light up any room she entered with the joy and energy she brought. Seeing you all grown up, Lucy, you remind me so much of her. She was my best friend and truly someone special."
Well, the awkward silence is gone, but it's been replaced by red eyes and damp cheeks. I think I might need to get fussy just to break this mood. Fortunately, before that happens, Cindy walks back in with Molly in her arms and a near gaggle of children behind her.
"Hey, mom, can Alex and I use the practice yard?" a hyper dark-haired boy of about six or seven shouts as he runs in.
"Yeah, mom, can we?" Alex, a large boy of eight or nine with bushy auburn hair, asks. He has the build that says he's going to be a bear of a man when he grows up. Considering that Lucy is barely a short stack at around one hundred fifty-five centimeters, that's about five foot one for the imperialists, the dad must be huge.
Three other children follow them in, a girl of seven with large golden ringlets and shy green eyes; she looks so delicate, like a porcelain doll, I'm certain she's Amanda's daughter. The other two are twins, a girl, and a boy, and if the older girl looked like a porcelain doll, these two look like teddy bears.
Younger than the rest, they still haven't gotten fully out of the baby fat stage. They obviously take after their mother's coloring. I'm not sure what possessed Lucy to give them matching pageboy haircuts, but with the dark hair, eyes, and clothes, they really remind me of teddy bears... or maybe with their somewhat shy demeanor, emo kids.
"Hmm... I don't know. Your fathers should be arriving by mid-day, and he would be disappointed if you met him messy," Amanda says.
"Perhaps, I can take them for a quick lesson and then send them for a bath before their fathers arrive," Estelle says with a wide smile.
"Really, mom says you're one of the best swordsmen in the entire kingdom. Can we, mom? Please," Alex says. The other boy, whose name I haven't heard yet, bobs his head up and down in agreement.
"Well, if you're with Lady Estelle, I suppose it is fine. Be sure to remember to thank her, Reegan," Amanda says. "It's not every day that you can get a lesson from someone as renowned as she is."
"Yes! Thanks, Mom. Thank you, Lady Estelle." Reegan says.
Oh my god. I can't tell you how much I hate hereditary names. Let children have their own name and own identity. It's like saying that the child's accomplishments are for some larger legacy and not really their own. Perhaps it's my own desire for individualistic freedom, but the hereditary name game always felt like someone else trying to lay claim to the child's future achievements. It's also confusing as fuck.
'Hello, is John there?'
'This is John.'
'I'm sorry. I meant the other John.'
'Oh. Okay, which one?'
'Um... He's got brown hair and eyes?'
'Yeah, we're all related, so I'm gonna need something more.'
It's just annoying. Let kids have their own name. At least, if you really have to name them after someone else, make sure their names won't entirely match, at least—none of the juniors, thirds, fourths, Henry the Eighths, etc. Fine, you want to name him after his great grandfather Ishkabibel, cool, but at least leave him room for a cool nickname or have a different middle name or something.
"You want to come, Kodo?" Reegan asks the male twin.
Kodo shakes his head. "No, thank you. Podo and I want to see the babies."
Wait a minute. The twins are named Kodo and Podo? New rule. No naming children after weasels from old fantasy movies. Especially when one of those weasels- Spoiler Alert- dies at the end of the movie. Yes, I know they were ferrets, but ferrets are a type of weasel. And anyway, they were a mated pair, and now I'm going to think of that every time I see the twins. This is not about a family that pays its debts, damn it.
The two boys scamper out with Estelle right behind them. Good luck, boys, you're going to need it.
When the boys and Estelle left, Amelia waves the remaining children over, and I fascinate them for the next several minutes. They're cute kids and well-behaved, at least in front of their moms. Eventually, they get bored and wander off to play, but I see the older girl, Hester looking back with a curious expression when Amelie moves to feed me.
After a few minutes of drinking, I can feel two sets of eyes on me, and apparently, so can Amelia.
"Lucy, sweetie. You're drooling," Amelia says. "Maybe you should think about your husband, you know, Archie, who should arrive any time now, instead of looking at my infant, like he's a juicy steak."
Both Lucy and Amanda went cherry red in embarrassment. Lucy recovered first. "I know. You're right, but I don't know how you can do it. My muscles hurt this morning from how hard I came. All of them. It was like a full-body orgasm. "
"We noticed. Cindy nearly fell, slipping on the juices you spilled all over the floor last night. She found you laid out on the couch still dripping unconscious with little Jeims asleep on your chest."
Lucy sighs and slumped in her chair. "I'm sorry. I was just curious after what happened in the onsen with Amanda. I didn't think it would be THAT intense. The things my body felt... I just don't have the words."
"What do you mean by 'body'?" Amelia asks, frowning. "Wasn't just your breasts? That's what it's always been before."
Amanda pipes up. "No. That's not all. It's true, it started in the breasts, but then it started to spread out over my entire body, like being gently caressed and teased until I couldn't hold it in anymore."
"For me, the sensation didn't spread out like that. It was focused like someone had taken control of my body, forced my head back by the hair, and then drove fingers deep inside my most intimate of areas. I can still feel it if I close my eyes. It wouldn't let me cum, though, until the very end where it did... I don't know what, but it was like nothing I'd ever felt, and I peaked... so... hard."
"Maybe the blessing is getting stronger as Jeims gets stronger," Cindy says.
"That's a frightening thought," Lucy says, caught between fear and lust.
"Should we bring him to the temple to see what they say?" Amanda says.
"No. There's no telling what the temple would do. For now, let's keep the idea of his blessing to ourselves. My mother is already in agreement so, we just have to refrain from letting other people find out," Amelia says, and Cindy and the rest nod in agreement.
My only questions are, what would the temple do and what temple? I really can't wait until I can wander around without freaking people out. I know there is a library in the manor, I've seen it. I need more information about this world.
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Sometime around mid-day, after a nap and a bath, which for some reason triggered a blushing episode for Aunt Amanda, I was ready to meet my wayward father. Horns had sounded ten minutes ago, and the entire household was now waiting in front of the manor for the arrival of Lord Reegan Buckner, the second of his name. There's another issue with hereditary names. Too damn long once titles get involved.
Eventually, they arrive, and I'm already tired of the nonsense. Everyone is tense. Greeting family shouldn't be this anxiety-causing. Then I remember holidays in my previous life. Nevermind. The group consists of twenty-four men and women, most of whom carried swords, shields, and bows. Good to know that both men and women can serve in the armed forces here. Considering my grandmother, I was sure they could, but confirmation is always nice.
I got sick of waiting for their slow-ass trot up to the manor and decided to scan the first four. I'll abbreviate somewhat to leave out what doesn't matter. My first target, I was pretty sure, was Lucy's husband Archie based on the limited description of being a large man. The guy I saw was over six six, like two full meters, and some change, maybe even. He looked like a mountain with a bushy red beard.
[NAME: LORD ARCHIBALD DEMARIS
[HERITAGE: HUMAN
[BLOODLINE: ONI RANK C MINOR
[SORTIS: DRAGOON RANK C MID
[EROMETER: 42... 42... 44... BURSTING WITH ANTICIPATION. WHERE'S MY SWEET LITTLE MAMA?
Okay, first, there is like a foot and a half of difference between Archie and Lucy, and that's just height. If I had to guess, there is like enough mass for three Lucys, maybe more, in one Archie. Second, 'sweet little mama'? No, kink-shaming, but I just have a bad feeling about this. Of interest, though, is the improvement in my Raven's Eyes to get more accurate information on the various ranks. His Oni bloodline is interesting. I'm guessing the bloodline itself is rank C, but its prevalence in his system is minor. His Sortis is Dragoon, and it is at mid-rank B. That giant halberd strapped to him is pretty impressive.
Two of the other three turned out to be irrelevant to my purpose as they were only attendants for the two lords. The other was Uncle Reegan.
[NAME: LORD REEGAN BUCKNER II
[HERITAGE: HUMAN
[BLOODLINE: SALAMANDER RANK B LOW
[SORTIS: PYROMANCER RANK B HIGH
[EROMETER: 0... 0... 2... BORED. I WONDER IF FATHER WILL LET ME SET UP A TRADE DEAL WITH THE STORMFORGE CLAN.
Wow, so, he's like all business all the time type, I guess. He might not be ace; he might be Econosexual. Like that? I define it as someone who is sexually excited by the methods and processes of the making and the movements of money. He's the kind of guy that would spank it to a stock report.
Finally, I found my father. He was, and he wasn't what I'd expected. I think it was the spring green hair that threw me off.
[NAME: SIR ROWAN ARCHER
[HERITAGE: HUMAN
[BLOODLINE: DRYAD RANK B MID
[SORTIS: RANGER RANK B HIGH
[EROMETER: 32... 32... 34... ANTICIPATION BUILDING. I HOPE THEY DON'T MIND IF I KEEP YOU TO MYSELF FOR THE NIGHT, MY LOVE.