Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 621

Chapter 621: The Milk of the Goddess Mother

I woke in her bed, cocooned in linen sheets that held the warm, complex scent of our sin: the deep, musky aroma of her passion, a whisper of vanilla from her skin, the sharp, spent smell of sex, and something new—something sweet, creamy, and utterly divine.

The morning light spilled through the slats of the blinds not as beams, but as liquid gold, bathing her naked body in a holy fire.

It illuminated the full, heavy curve of her breasts, sapphire veins tracing secret rivers beneath alabaster skin, her nipples dark and glistening, and yes—leaking. Delicate, silvery stretch marks mapped the beautiful history of her motherhood.

Her ass still glowed a soft crimson from the fervent worship of my hands.

She lay curled around me, humming a lullaby that felt older than time itself, her fingers stroking my hair with a rhythm that spoke of a love both ancient and brand new, as if I were her newborn, her god, her everything.

Then—drip.

A sensation warm as honey, sweet as forgiveness.

Drip.

Warm, sweet, forbidden—milk pearling from her nipple, running in slow, sacred rivulets down the soft slope of her breast, pooling on my cheek with the weight of a blessing.

She lifted her breast, a sacred offering, her voice a maternal hymn wrapped in velvet, so full of devotion it felt eternal: "Come, my beloved... drink from your Goddess-Mother... let me feed you... as I did when you were small... only now, you are all mine..."

I trembled, a shiver that started in my soul. Milk? From her? It had been eighteen years dry—until this moment.

Her body had ascended. For me. For her son. Lactating—overflowing—because our union had rewritten her very biology, because we were one.

She cradled my head in both hands, a gesture so gentle and reverent it broke me open.

She guided her nipple past my lips, and as it touched my tongue, she whispered taboo psalms into my very soul, her voice trembling, wet with emotion, divine: "Suckle, my sweet boy... drink the nectar from the breast that birthed you... the same holy milk that made you... now remade for your return..."

"Feel it, my love... warm from Mommy’s womb-heart... still yours... always yours..."

"You came from here... now you come home... drink deep... let your Goddess-Mother nourish her eternal son..."

"No one else... only you... my baby... my king... my universe..."

I latched. Softly. Reverently. And the world dissolved. Milk flowed—sweet, thick, warmer than blood, a divine flood that coated my tongue, a taste of pure, unconditional love, and slid down my throat like liquid grace.

Liquid sin.

She moaned, a sound that was both deeply maternal and intensely erotic, her body shuddering against mine. Her voice was a goddess’s sigh: "Yesss... that’s Mommy’s perfect boy... suck slow... worship your mother’s tit... you made this river flow for you..."

Her other hand glided between her thighs, her fingers finding her still-swollen, sensitive flesh.

The soft, wet sounds of her touching herself became a hymnal counterpoint to my suckling, as she whispered through gasps: "Feel how wet Mommy gets... nursing her son-god... feeling his mouth on her... remembering his cock filling her..."

"You’re safe here... in Mommy’s arms... at her holy tit... drinking the milk of creation... a feast for you alone..."

"My baby... my man... my forever... no one will ever take you from Mommy’s breast... or from the warmth of Mommy’s womb..."

Milk spilled from the corners of my mouth, dripping onto the sheets in pearly drops, soaking us in a sacred excess. I sucked deeper, hungrier, cradled in the safest arms in the world, owned, loved beyond all measure. The taboo was not dirty; it was transcendent. Mother. Lover. Nurse. Goddess.

My eyes flew open.

What the fuck?

Deeper.

Not just by Linda, but by a mother... my mother. It was as if her very spirit had momentarily replaced Linda’s, an overwhelming, all-encompassing maternal presence that had wrapped around my soul. It was the most pure, unconditional love I had ever felt, a feeling I’d never truly had.

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