“Dinner’s ready… Both of you, come.” Elaine’s voice rang from the kitchen, sweet but commanding.
“Coming,” Leon replied, pushing himself off the matress. He stepped into the room, eyes flicking to Selene as she trailed behind him.
“What’s for the dinner, mom ?” Selene asked, her voice soft, almost bored.
“Baked beans and bread,” Elaine chimed with a smile.
A sudden gust of icy wind slithered through the room, making them all shiver.
“The sun’s already down?” Selene glanced outside, frowning. The sky was a dim, creeping gray.
“Winter’s coming,” Elaine sighed, her voice losing its warmth. “We need to cut down to one meal a day. If we don’t ration now, we won’t make it through.”
She tore a piece of bread, slathered it in beans, and leaned in close to Leon, holding it to his mouth.
“Here, Leo. Open up,” she spoke in a sweet tone.
Leon’s lips curled into a slow smile as he opened wide, taking the bite — and letting his tongue brush against her fingertips.
“Hey, now don’t eat my fingers. I know you are hungry.” Elaine spoke with a smile.
“Sorry, Sorry… I am just too hungry.” Leon replied with a smile.
—
After dinner, Leon slipped outside, the cold biting against his skin. His breath curled in the air as he looked at the moons.
“Hah… I could kill for a cigarette in this weather.” he muttered, though his mind wasn’t on nicotine.
‘Winter’s coming, alright. A warm bed, a thick blanket… and two desperate, dripping MILF sluts pressed against me — naked, writhing, fighting over who gets my cock first. Yeah, that’s the kind of winter I want.
I need to do something. Come on, think about it. You are from a different and very advanced world, what can be the one thing that I can do… that will make me lots of money. So that I don’t have to wake up from my bed during the whole winter season.’ Leon thought as thousands of ideas flooded his mind and he went into deep thoughts.
“Oi, Mom is calling you. Don’t stay out too long. We don’t need you getting sick.”
Selene’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah… I’m coming.” His smirk didn’t fade.
—
Leon wandered back inside and headed for the bedroom. What he walked into made his cock stir immediately.
Selene was sitting on the mattress, breastfeeding her daughter. Her heavy, swollen breasts were fully exposed — one nipple disappearing into the baby’s mouth while the other hung free, glistening with milk. A single, thick drop formed at the tip before lazily rolling down the curve of her soft flesh.
Leon stared, his throat dry.
‘Fuck… those tits. Perfect, full, and begging to be sucked. Every night, I see them… I just want to masturbate on them but I have to control myself only for a few more minutes.’ Leon thought as he lay down on his mattress, head propped on one arm as his eyes devoured her.
“What?” Selene glanced at him, her cheeks already a little pink.
“She’s growing fast, huh?” he murmured, not even pretending to look at the kid.
Selene gave a weak chuckle. “Yeah… kids grow up so fast these days.”
Another drop of milk slid down, teasing him, daring him to lick it off.
“Your milk’s leaking,” Leon said bluntly, his voice low and rough.
Selene blinked, startled. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red as she grabbed her breast, thumbing her nipple. When she pulled her hand back, her fingertip glistened with warm, sweet milk.
“Oh… no,” she mumbled, embarrassed.
Leon sat up slowly. “I’ll grab a bowl.”
“W-Wait…” Selene’s voice trembled.
Leon paused, his eyes narrowing.
She looked down, cheeks burning, her hand still cupping her breast. Her fingers squeezed involuntarily, making her nipple bead with more milk.
“W-Why don’t you… drink it instead?” she whispered, barely audible.
Leon’s smirk turned wicked.
‘Oh, this bitch is hooked on my fondling and sucking for sure.’
“You sure? What about the kid?”
“S-She only drinks from one side. The other one… goes to waste. I heard breast milk… heals wounds. And you’re still injured, so…”
Leon was on her before she finished. He grabbed her breast roughly, making her gasp. Her skin was like silk, soft and warm, practically molding into his hand.
“Goddamn…” Leon muttered in a low voice.
He gave her nipple a sharp tug, and milk squirted onto his fingers.
“Ahh… d-don’t waste it,” Selene whimpered, her voice cracking.
“Yeah? Then let me clean you up.”
Leon leaned in and latched onto her nipple, his tongue swirling around the tip before he sucked hard. The first spurt of milk hit his tongue — warm, sweet, and sinful. He groaned against her breast, his free hand sliding up her bare thigh.
“A-Ahn~” Selene’s moan broke free, raw and breathy.
Her thighs clenched together, hips shifting involuntarily. She felt it — that needy, aching heat pooling low in her stomach. Her pussy throbbed, wet and pulsing with every flick of his tongue.
“Did that hurt? Remis…” Leon asked, voice muffled as he kissed her nipple again, his teeth grazing it this time and activating the ‘Touch of Lust.’ skill.
“N-No… keep going,” she breathed, her head tilting back.
Her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened further under his tongue, her pussy clenching around nothing. Images of Leon’s thick morning wood flashed in her mind, unbidden. She remembered how it strained against his pants, how badly she wanted to see it… to feel it.
‘Why am I thinking about his cock? Why do I want it so fucking bad ?’
Leon bit down on her areola, not hard enough to hurt — but enough to make her jolt.
“Ahh~ C-Cum—”
*Click*
The sound of the door opening froze them both.
Leon pulled away instantly, his mouth wet, a thin trail of milk on his lips. He wiped it off with the back of his hand and fell back onto his mattress like nothing happened. Selene jerked upright, hastily adjusting her baby and pretending to focus on feeding.
Elaine walked in, sighing. “Phew… today was brutal.”
She glanced at Selene, tilting her head. “Why’s your face all red?”
Selene stammered, her voice high and shaky. “N-No reason… It’s just hot in here.”
Elaine focused her eyes on her breast and noticed bite mark around her areola but decided to ignore it.
Leon, though, just smirked to himself.
‘Daughter in Starters and Mother in Dinner. Tonight is going to be rememberable.’ Leon thought.
