“~ha~ha~” Sandra’s purple hair spread wildly across the table, her chest rising and falling with anticipation as she laid there, her misty eyes locked on the hungry beast standing over her.
Her lips quivered, breath trembling, her cheeks flushed pink from the heat rushing through her blood.
Aether’s hand slowly moved, fingers trembling as he slid the purple nightgown aside. Inch by inch, it slipped down her smooth skin, and the tight, lacy purple bra came into view—soft, teasing, and barely holding the weight of those two mounty breasts underneath.
His eyes widened at the sight of her full curves, the fabric pushed taut by her generous shape. Aether’s throat went dry as he caught a glimpse of her nipples—hard, erect, proud—straining against the lace like they were begging for his mouth.
Without even thinking, he leaned down and sealed his lips around one nipple through the bra, sucking deep and slow, letting his tongue swirl over the trapped nub.
“~ahh~” Sandra gasped sharply, her moan dripping with heat as her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips again, pulling him closer, trapping his growing cock behind the robe between her warm thighs.
He groaned into her chest, her scent filling his lungs. Even through the bra, he swore he could taste her—sweet, milky, addicting.
His cock twitched violently, aching from the scent of her boobs alone.
“G~ahh~Gentle~ please… nghhh~” Sandra whimpered between gasps, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him tighter against her chest. Her whole body trembled beneath him, as if her nerves were alight.
Slurrrppp
Aether sucked harder, his tongue pressing and swirling over the stiff nipple through the soaked bra.
The fabric was damp with his saliva.
It clung to her skin now, teasing him further.
He wanted to taste it without barriers. He wanted to wrap his lips around her bare skin, feel the softness of her boobs directly, drink in that addictive scent with nothing in between.
Could she really produce milk? After all… she was a mother, wasn’t she?
“I’m taking this off,” he muttered, his voice husky, breathless. He didn’t wait for an answer. His fingers slid behind her back, unclasping the bra in a single motion.
Snap.
Boing… Boing…
The bra fell away, and Aether’s breath caught completely in his throat.
There they were.
Two massive, luscious breasts.
Soft yet full, slightly heavy but still firm—like a dream sculpted just for his hands. Her nipples stood tall, pink and painfully stiff, the areolas a perfect round bloom with tiny, flower-like buds.
Sandra immediately covered her face with both hands. “D-Don’t stare… it’s too embarrassing…” she whispered, trembling.
But Aether couldn’t stop. Her flustered face only made his cock pulse harder. He smiled like a devil.
“Oh dear,” he murmured, “you don’t know how long I’ve been dying to see this…”
He leaned in, face buried in her cleavage, inhaling deeply. That milky, sweet scent hit him again—this time stronger—and it made his mind go hazy.
Sniffff…
“Arrhh…” Aether groaned low, trembling from just the scent. He felt drunk. Addicted. His mouth parted, and his tongue slowly dragged up the side of her left boob, slicking her skin with a hot, wet trail.
“~mmff~” Sandra jerked lightly, her chest rising as a long moan escaped her lips. Her nipples twitched under the attention.
Aether smirked and bit down on her right nipple—gentle but firm—then sucked it deep into his mouth, nibbling on it with just enough pressure to make her body squirm.
“~nnffmm~”
His free hand grabbed her other boob, kneading and fondling it like it belonged to him, fingers squeezing the soft flesh greedily.
“Amm~ Aether… ahhhn~” Sandra’s moan turned ragged as she tried to hold back. Her fingers dug into his back, her hips writhing helplessly beneath him. “I-I can’t… nghhh… stop…”
She was trying to hold her moans in, but the heat in her pussy betrayed her. Her core trembled, soaking wet, dripping into her panties. Her body was on fire. Every flick of his tongue on her nipple sent sparks through her belly.
Aether groaned against her skin. The taste… that scent… Her boobs were practically leaking that milky essence, and it made him crazed.
He kissed all over her chest, wet, open-mouthed kisses that left marks—claiming her, branding her with his lips.
Mine. All mine!
His tongue circled one nipple, then flicked it. Again. And again. His hand twisted the other, pulling and rolling it between his fingers. Her entire chest was glossy now—slick with his saliva.
‘She’s so sensitive…’ Aether thought, surprised by how reactive she was. That only made him want more.
He pulled her boobs together with both hands, pushing the nipples side by side. Then he dove in.
“aahh~ Nooo~ nghhh~ smmm~” Sandra’s voice cracked as he sucked both nipples at once, tongue darting between them, lips tugging them, flicking and biting.
Her body trembled violently, legs weak and twitching.
“ahhh~mm~aahh… A~Aether” she gasped, her breath shattering as pain and pleasure struck her in waves.
Her nipples tingled… twisted… then something inside her snapped.
“Ah~~”
Splash…
A clear stream sprayed from between her legs, her orgasm coating the table as her body went rigid with release.
Drip… drip…
Her juice dripped from the edge of the table, splattering softly to the floor.
But Aether’s eyes weren’t on her pussy.
His gaze locked on her chest.
As he pulled away from her nipples, his lips glistened—coated in something new.
A pale white fluid.
He stared for a second, then looked down.
There it was.
A small, creamy drop sliding from her nipple.
He blinked.
Then grinned.
“Hehe~” he let out a deep, wicked chuckle and licked his lips. That taste… that drop… it wasn’t just imagined.
It was real.
She was milking. Just a little… but it was real.
And god, it tasted divine.
Fresh, thick, creamy—just a small drop, but enough to leave him craving more. He could still feel it on his tongue… the hint of her—motherly, forbidden, erotic.
His eyes flicked to Sandra, who still had her face buried in her hand. Her bare breasts heaved with her breath, nipples still glistening from his mouth. Aether moved slowly, his fingers reaching for her wrists.
“N~No…” Sandra whimpered, trembling. She didn’t want to show her face.
Not like this.
Not when she looked like she was drowning in lust.
Not when she knew he’d see everything—her shame, her pleasure, her need.
Aether’s smile turned even darker, even more wicked. Of course, he wanted to see her face now.
That was the whole point.
He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear, and whispered like the devil himself, “My love~ Come on~ I want to see you…”
His voice oozed seduction. Sandra’s whole body shuddered at the sound of it—like those words had power over her very nerves. Slowly, weakly, her resistance faded. He moved her hands gently aside, uncovering her flushed face.
And then—
Twitch… Twitch…
Aether’s cock twitched violently, a thick bead of pre-cum leaking from the swollen head. His length was painfully hard, just from seeing her face.
She was divine.
Those cheeks—deeply blushed. Her lips—swollen, parted, shining wet with leftover moans. Her purple hair a mess, strands stuck to her face, framing her like chaos. Her ears—bright red, twitching. And her eyes… those misty, teary, purple eyes glimmered with shame and pleasure, like she was drunk on lust.
Aether couldn’t stop himself.
He leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, wet kiss.
Sandra gasped, her eyes widening in surprise for a second—but then they softened. She closed them, kissed him back desperately, hungrily, her hands gripping his back, nails digging into his flesh.
“Mmm~ Aether… Aether…” she whispered between kisses, breathless, needy, drunk on his taste.
Meanwhile…
Just outside the heavy doors of the royal archive…
Aqualina stood frozen, face burning red as she watched the scene unfold in front of her eyes. She thought her mother was weird today…something was strange in her behavior… so she stayed, hidden, watching.
She thought it would be something political. Something secret.
But not this?
Never this!!
She had been stunned when Aether emerged from between her mother’s legs. And then… she watched in horror and fascination as he started devouring her boobs. Biting. Sucking. Worshipping them like they were some sacred thing.
Aqualina’s lips parted. Her throat dry.
She subconsciously gulped.
Her mother’s face… that expression… she had never seen her like this. Moaning, twisting, melting under a man’s mouth.
It was shocking.
Disgusting.
Wrong.
So why…?
Why couldn’t she look away?
Her eyes flicked back to Aether—he was kissing her mother now. Deeply. Passionately. As if he owned her mouth.
“H-How is he still hard…?” Aqualina muttered under her breath. She knew how much he had taken from her last night—how much he had poured inside her until her legs gave out… heck, even after her gave out… she pounded her pusssy so hard that she still feels the pleasure!
And yet here he was again, throbbing, twitching, overflowing with energy.
She clenched her fists, a mix of embarrassment and jealousy twisting in her chest. If they were so damn intimate… why the hell were they hiding it from her?
She narrowed her eyes, ready to knock—
“Princess.”
“HI—!!” Aqualina nearly screamed, but she slapped a hand over her mouth to silence it. Her body jumped. She turned in a panic, heart racing.
Celestia stood beside her, arms crossed, wearing a slightly amused expression.
“W-What are you doing here?” Aqualina hissed, her face red and her breath shaky.
“I could ask the same,” Celestia replied coolly. “Spying on your mother and her lover?”
Aqualina’s cheeks flared crimson. “I—I wasn’t spying! I just… Wait! He is my lover, too!” blushing, “Well…”
She didn’t know how to explain it. She had no excuse. No words. So instead, she simply pointed at the door.
Celestia raised an eyebrow, tilted her head, and peeked.
“…Nothing?”
“Huh?” Aqualina blinked, then glanced back—and froze.
They were gone.
“T-They were here just seconds ago… where did they go?” she mumbled, confused and flustered.
Meanwhile,
In the heart of the palace… within the Empress’s private chamber—where elegance dripped from every curtain and marble gleamed under sunless light—the grand bed stood in the centre like a throne of desire.
Thud!
A soft thump echoed across the velvet silence.
Sandra landed on the bed, her body sinking into the silken sheets. She lay sprawled, breathless, her nearly naked body trembling with anticipation. Only her thin purple panties clung to her hips—barely enough to hide the heat between her legs. Her smooth skin shimmered faintly with sweat, and her misty eyes rose slowly… drawn to the figure that towered at the foot of the bed.
Aether.
He stood tall, calm, and terrifyingly seductive as his robe slipped off his shoulders and fell away. His bare chest, sculpted and flushed with hunger, came into view. His abs tensed with every breath, and lower still—his cock hung thick and heavy, already dripping with anticipation.
It twitched the moment their eyes met.
Sandra audibly gulped.
Her heart raced. Her breath caught. Her thighs instinctively pressed together.
It was dangerous. Sinful. Shameful.
Yet so beautiful.
So perfect.
So hard.
“A-Aether…” she whispered, her voice quivering like a girl lost in a storm.