'I'm the Villain, But the System Made Me OP'-Chapter 55: Celebration

Tournament was over. Finally.

Draven had spent hours dealing with nobles. Congratulations. Questions about techniques. Fake smiles. Political bullshit.

Whole time. One person watching.

Elise. Across the ballroom. Emerald dress. Low neckline. Breasts fuller than usual. That knowing smile on her lips.

Every time their eyes met. Heat. Promise. Need.

Now. Finally alone.

Her chambers. Master bedroom. Burgundy curtains. Moonlight through windows. Candles everywhere. *Flicker flicker.* Silk sheets already turned down.

She stood by the window. Still in that dress. It hugged every curve. Emphasized her tits. Fuck they looked amazing tonight.

Dark hair loose. Shoulders bare. When she turned. Smiled.

"My son, the tournament champion."

Walked toward him. Slow. Deliberate. Hips swaying. *Rustle rustle.* Dress shifting.

"You were magnificent today."

Hands on his chest. Warm through fabric. "I saw what everyone saw. S-Rank powerhouse. Could’ve destroyed any of them."

She Looked up at him with her Eyes dark and filled Hungry.

"You’re everything I dreamed you’d become." Voice dropping. Whisper. "And completely, utterly mine."

Possessive. Fuck he loved when she got like this.

"I am Always yours," he agreed. Pulled her close. "My mother you are My lover and My primary wife."

She shivered looked at him Pressed against him. "Say that again."

"My primary wife."

"God yes." Hands on his jacket. *Rustle.* Unbuttoning. "I’ve been thinking about this all evening and Watching other women look at you with their eyes Wanting you." Pushed jacket off. *Thump.* it Hit the floor. "All I could think about was getting you alone."

"Jealous?"

"Always." Working his shirt now. Buttons. One. Two. Three. "You have six other women. I know you need them. But I’m still your mother. Still your first." Shirt open. Hands on bare chest. "That makes me possessive."

Shirt joined jacket. *Rustle rustle.*

He caught her wrists. Gentle. Brought them to his lips. Kissed each palm. Wrists. Inner arms.

"What did you have in mind?"

Smiled. Wicked. "Let me show you."

Reached for her dress laces. She stopped him.

"Slowly." Guided his hands. "We have all night. Savor it."

He worked laces. Careful. Deliberate. Each one revealing more. Corset underneath. Cream silk. Pushing her tits up. Threatening to spill over.

Dress finally pooled at her feet. *Rustle.*

Standing there. Corset. Stockings. Garters. Nothing else.

Fuck.

She was forty-three. Mature. Curves fuller than younger women. Softer. But confident. Comfortable. Radiating sensuality.

"The corset next." Turned her back.

Stepped close. Chest against her back. Started on hooks. One. *Click.* Two. *Click.* Three. *Click.*

She leaned into him. Breathing harder. Each hook. *Click click click.*

Final one released. *Click.* Corset loosened. Drew it away slowly.

Her tits spilled free.

Fuller. Definitely fuller than a few days ago. Heavier. Skin slightly taut. Nipples darker. More prominent.

And already leaking. Tiny droplets. Beading at peaks.

Fuck.

[System]: *Look at those*

*Swollen with milk*

*Been aching all night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

*Time to help mother ♥*

Elise turned. Faced him. No covering up. Instead. Cupped her own breasts. Lifted them.

"They’re so sensitive now." Soft. Vulnerable. "So full. I’ve been uncomfortable all evening. I am Needing relief i am Needing you."

Closed distance. Hands replacing hers. Warm. Heavy. Fuller than usual. Silky smooth.

She gasped. Eyes fluttering.

"They’re beautiful."

"They’re yours." Breathless. "My whole body is yours. Touch me. Please."

Thumbs across nipples. More milk beaded. Threatening to spill.

Draven Lowered his head held Took one nipple into his mouth.

Her reaction were Immediate.

She Gasped sharply her Hands roamed in his hair Holding him there.

Milk flowed. Sweet. Warm. Filled his mouth. He swallowed.

"Oh god." Trembling. Whole body. "That feels... I’ve been needing this all day. The pressure. The ache. Only you can help me."

Suckled gently. Steadily. One hand kneading breast. Other caressing twin. Milk leaked from neglected nipple. Running down. Warm rivulets.

She was producing generously. Could feel tension easing. Her breast softening slightly.

"Yes." Moaning. Head back. "Just like that. Drink from mother. Take what’s yours."

Switched breasts. She cried out. Nails scratching scalp.

This one fuller. Milk flowed freely when he started nursing.

Wrapped arm around waist. Supporting her. Kept drinking.

Soft sounds. Whimpers. Gasps. Told him how deeply this affected her.

"I’m so sensitive." Panting. "Every pull. Every touch. Goes straight through me. Can feel it everywhere."

Hummed against breast. Then scraped teeth across nipple.

She jerked. Sharp cry.

"Bed." Managed. "I Need to lie down my Legs are giving out."

Lifted her. Easy. Carried to bed. Laid her down. Silk sheets. *Rustle.*

Absolutely stunning in candlelight. Dark hair spread. Pillows. Mature body on display. Milk still leaking. Nipples glistening. Eyes dark. Needy.

Removed rest of clothes. *Rustle rustle.* Her gaze tracked. Hungry. Lingering on obvious arousal.

Joined her. She immediately pulled him close. Guided mouth back to breast.

"I love this." Nursing again. "I love feeding you. Makes me feel... connected. In a way nothing else does. Giving you something only I can provide."

Released nipple. "You are. This is ours alone. Uniquely us."

"Exactly." Hand on back of head. "My son. Drinking from my breasts while I ache for him inside me i loved this Ultimate taboo and Love every forbidden second."

Took time with breasts. Alternating. Drinking until initial fullness eased. Softer in hands.

But didn’t stop. Continued. Kissing. Licking. Sucking without necessarily drawing milk. Mapping every inch.

She writhed. Gasping.

Hand slid down. Found her already wet. Ready. Fingers brushed clit.

Bucked hips. Desperate sound.

"Please." Whimpered. "I need you. Been ready since you walked in. Please."

"Not yet." Kissed across valley. Between breasts. Up to neck. "Want you desperate. Want you so needy you can’t think of anything but having me inside you."

"I’m already there." Trying to pull him up. "I have Beyond desperate i am Dying for you."

Continued slow torture. Hands. Mouth. Worshipping breasts. Until trembling. Incoherent with need.

Milk continued leaking. He’d periodically lap it up. Drinking in small sips. Kept her on edge.

Inner thighs slick. Whole body flushed.

Finally. Mercy.

"How do you want this?"

"On top." Immediately. Gasped. "Want to ride you while you drink from me. Want to watch your face while I take you deep and feed you."

[System]: *Perfect*

*Cowgirl + breastfeeding*

*She’s gonna RIDE you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

*This is gonna be GOOD ♥*

Lay back. Pillows. *Thump.*

She straddled. Eager. Positioned above him. Sank down. One smooth motion.

Both groaned.

Incredibly tight. Slick. Inner muscles gripping. Silken fist.

Sat there. Moment. Head back. Adjusting to fullness.

"So deep." Breathed. "Fill me so perfectly. Like we were made to fit together."

"We were." Hands on hips. "Move, mother. Show me how much you missed this."

Began riding. Rolling. Grinding motion. Both gasping.

Position. Perfect view. Breasts bouncing. Each movement. Milk droplets flying. Nipples. Face flushed. Pleasure. Point where joined. Visible. Each time rose up.

"Drink from me." Breathless. Command. Leaned forward. Breasts within reach. "Drink from mother while you breed her. Take everything I have to give."

Latched onto nipple.

Combination. Overwhelming. Her riding. Him nursing.

Milk flowed freely. Triggered by arousal. Stimulation. Drank deeply. Hands gripped hips. Helping guide movements.

"Yes." Moaned. Hand in hair. "Just like that. Mother’s milk for her son. All for you. Every drop."

Hips ground down. Harder. Taking him deep as possible.

"God you feel so good inside me. So deep. Stretching me. Filling me completely."

The Dirty talk they have been Poured out No filter no shame Every taboo word Phrase Made their relationship deliciously forbidden.

Her man Son Lover Pure Elise.

Her First orgasm building Quickly.

She Could feel it her Inner muscles Fluttering Clenching with each other See it Desperation in movements.

He Released her nipple and Found clit with his thumb Circling them with Timing and rhythm.

"Oh fuck." She Gasped. "Right there. Don’t stop. So close. Make mother cum on your cock. Make me cum while I feed you."

He Redoubled efforts Drinking Steady pulls of nipple Thumb working clit with Practiced precision.

There Movements were Erratic and Whole body tensing.

"I’m cumming." Cried out. "Oh god cumming on my son’s cock while he drinks from my breasts! Such a wicked woman. Bad mother. Don’t care!"

Orgasm crashed. Visible force.

Her Back arched Inner muscles clamping. Rhythmic. Mouth open. Silent scream. Then sound. His name. Over and over like a Prayer.

His Gentled touches Didn’t stop on her make her Prolonging climax Until shaking and Gasping.

Slumped forward again Against chest his Trembling withAftershocks.

He Released nipple her and Kissed her again Deep.

"One." Murmured against lips. "Four more to go."

She Laughed Breathless. "You’re going to kill me."

"No I am Going to worship you properly."

H3 Rolled them Her beneath Still connected with him.

But in New position Him in control.

He moved forward Slow with Deep thrusts and Had her wrapping legs around his Waist her hand Clutching his shoulders.

His Mouth found breasts again he started Alternating Drinking and the Milk were Continued flowing through her boob’s.

"I love your breasts." Between sucks. "Love how full they are they Fill my hands. How sweet your milk tastes. Love that they’re mine i can Touch whenever I want."

"They are yours." Her Voice hitching with his Each thrust. "Every part of me is Yours and My body exists for your pleasure."

He Increased his pace Driving her with More force.

She Responded beautifully her Hips meeting his thrusts her Nails digging inside his Back Hard enough to leave Marks.

The Milk were leaking steadily Both nipples now Coating her chests and Making her skin slide Slick.

Second orgasm. Built slower. Hit just as hard.

Peaked. Actually screamed. Name. Body convulsing. Waves. Pleasure. Rolling.

Felt her flood. Arousal. Soaking sheets.

"Don’t stop."She Begged her voice Fading. "Please don’t stop More i Need more."

He Gave her what she Asked for Shifted angles Hit spot inside and Made her see stars.

Mouth. Busy. Breasts. Kissing. Sucking. Drinking. Worshipping.

He Shifted positions Without fully separating.

Her side. One leg over hip. New angle. Still allowing breast access.

Nursed while thrusting. Deep. Slow. Building toward another climax. Patient determination.

"You’re insatiable." Panted. No complaint. "Five orgasms... don’t know if I can..."

"You can." Deep thrust. Made her gasp. "And you will. Because you’re mine. Not done celebrating yet."

Third orgasm. Quieter. No less intense.

Went rigid. Pleasure. Overwhelming senses.

Tears. Corners of eyes. Not pain. Intensity.

"Beautiful." Kissed away tears. "So beautiful when you let go."

Pulled out. Protests. Repositioned. Hands and knees.

Change. Made her moan.

Entered from behind. Both groaned. How deep.

"This angle." Gasped. Arms giving out. Face. Pillows. Hips raised. "So deep. Feel every inch."

Gripped hips. Punishing pace. Watching. Disappear into her. Over and over.

Missed breasts though. This position. Missed taste. Milk. Feel. Soft flesh.

Reached around. Cupped them. Kneading. Squeezing. Milk coating palms.

"Mother’s perfect breasts." Growled. "So full. So soft. Made for me to touch."

"Yes!" Muffled. Pillow. "Made for you. Everything about mother. Made for son’s pleasure. Use me. Breed me. Make me yours. Over and over."

Fourth orgasm. Hit unexpectedly.

Went rigid. Trembling violently. Pleasure. Tore through.

Felt her clench. Almost painful. Milking. Trying. Pull deeper.

Went limp. Completely spent.

Carefully pulled out. Rolled her. Back.

Utterly wrecked. Hair tangled. Lips swollen. Body. Sweat. Milk. Eyes glazed.

"One more." Gently. Positioned between thighs. "Can you give me one more?"

"I don’t... can’t possibly..." But. Body responded. Touch. Hips lifting.

Entered slowly. Gently. Long deep strokes. Building pleasure. Gradually. Not overwhelming.

Mouth found breasts. Nursed tenderly. Lovingly. Drawing last milk. Built up.

"I love you." Murmured. Against skin. "My mother. My woman. My everything."

"Love you too." Whispered. Tears again. Happy. "So much. More than I ever thought possible."

Final orgasm. Soft. Sweet.

Built slowly. Breaking. Gentle wave.

Trembled through it. Whispering name. Hands clutching. Afraid. Might disappear.

That’s when. Let himself go.

Buried deep. Filling her. Pulse after pulse.

Seemed. Go on forever.

When stopped. Lay tangled. Both trembling. Gasping.

Milk still leaking. Slowly. Nipples. Their releases. Mess. Sheets. Didn’t care.

"Five." Elise. Eventually. Voice hoarse. "Actually managed five."

"Promised proper celebration."

"That was..." Couldn’t find words. "Don’t think I can move."

"Don’t have to. Just rest."

Lay silence. Several minutes. Breathing. Gradually normal.

Slight tremors. Still ran through. Body. Aftershocks.

[System]: *INCREDIBLE*

Eventually. Stirred.

"Need to clean up. Made quite a mess."

"Want help?"

"Always."

Made way. Bathing room. Large copper tub.

Filled. Hot water. Cleaned. Worst mess. Skin. Sank in. Together. *Splash.* Matching sighs.

She settled. Back against chest. Arms wrapped. Head. Under chin.

Breasts. Still slightly swollen. Much relieved. Earlier fullness. Rested against arms.

Couldn’t help. Gently cup them. Thumbs. Brushing nipples. Affectionate. Not sexual.

"The lactation." Quietly. "It’s permanent. Isn’t it?"

"Probably."

"Good." Genuinely pleased. "I love it. Intimacy. Feeding you while we make love. Something uniquely ours. None of others. Can share."

"I love it too. Adds another layer."

Soaked. Comfortable silence. Warm water. Easing muscles. Washing evidence.

Eventually. Spoke again. Soft. Vulnerable.

"Do you think. Could actually get pregnant? We’ve been trying. But my age..."

"If it happens. Happens. We’ll face together." Kissed. Top of head. "Even if doesn’t. Still my primary wife. Doesn’t change."

"I know. Just... I’d like. Give you child. Not just mother. Who raised you. But mother. Your children too."

"Then we’ll keep trying. System involved. Maybe odds. Better than normal."

Relaxed. Satisfied.

Stayed. Bath. Until water cooled. *Splash splash.* Dried off. Returned bedroom.

Sheets. Desperately needed changing. Neither. Energy. Moved. Untouched side. Curled up. Light blanket. *Rustle.*

"I love you." Murmured. Sleep claiming. "My son. My lover. My champion."

"Love you too, Mother. Always."

Drifted off. Minutes. Utterly exhausted.

Draven. Stayed awake. Bit longer. Watching. Sleep peacefully. Arms. Face relaxed. Political maneuvering. Steps. Path. Complete dominance.

But tonight. Just for them. Celebrating victory. Reaffirming bond. Made her. Primary wife. Above all others.

Lactation. Now permanent. Make every future encounter. More intense. Connected.

Smiled. Pulled closer. Let sleep. Take him.

Everything else. Could wait.

Morning.

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