"A severe headache jolted me awake. My vision was blurry, and moments later, to my shock, I found myself behind bars!
'What the fuck,' I blurted, but only a baby's cute cry, 'Yaya!' came out.
I blinked, realizing it was a crib. I was a baby! A terrifying realization soon followed: I couldn't remember anything. I tried to think hard, but it was no use.
Then, the most disturbing question slammed into me: 'Who am I?' An uncomfortable feeling, a mix of rage, hatred, pain, and many other unknown emotions, burned inside me – emotions my baby self couldn't possibly decipher.
My messy thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a delicate pair of slightly tanned, warm, snowy-white hands. The next moment, our eyes met."
Perhaps it was her motherly instinct, or maybe she simply felt the movement in the crib; I didn't know which, but a stunningly alluring woman in her early 30s captivated my attention with her enticing presence.
Her lustrous blonde hair framed an oval face that exuded both maturity and experience. Deep red irises added a touch of allure to her eyes, drawing me into her gaze. With a well-defined figure, plump breasts, and gracefully rounded hips, she embodied a captivating blend of elegance and allure.
A surge of warmth and closeness flowed through my heart. All those uncomfortable, painful, and distracting emotional turbulence vanished in an instant.
'This lady... she feels so familiar, yet I can't pinpoint her relationship with me,' I thought, trying hard to remember. It didn't take long for a single thought to cross my mind: 'Mother...'
"Oh my! Why is my baby looking so confused?" She giggled, placing her velvet-red lips on my right cheek. A warm, honey-like sensation ran through my little body from my cheeks. I giggled, "Hehe..."
"Ho ho, my naughty little child is enjoying his mommy," she said, her smile as bright as the sun, revealing a portion of her long robe. I hadn't noticed before, but she wore the shabby robe of a medieval maid.
A huge, snow-white bosom with a lovely pink nipple came into view. From it, a single drop of milk overflowed, released from the "jail" of her clothes by the pressure of those divine melons. It was a sharp contrast to her slightly tanned face and arms, implying her hard work under the sun.
But my attention was fixed on that pink nipple. I felt a strange urge to pounce on it and devour everything inside. She pressed her nipple with her index finger and thumb, then guided it into my mouth.
'It tastes good, umm,' I thought. 'A little salty, but very sweet, thick, and creamy, like honey.' I continued to suckle, alternating between her right and left breast for almost half an hour.
Meanwhile, she began narrating stories of kings and queens, as a parent does for their child like lullaby.
Strangely enough, I could understand every single word, even though she was speaking a completely different language. As a baby, I couldn't pinpoint my feelings, but it was... very strange. My thoughts grew hazy, and I felt overwhelmingly sleepy.
Helena's Lament
Seeing the baby asleep, a deep sigh escaped Helena's mouth. "What have you done to my son, Paul? You took him away from me, but never revealed anything... and now you can't even say anything, even if you want to. Can't you see how much pain I'm going through?" she complained to the sky, venting her frustrations and sadness. A single tear rolled down her beautiful, tanned face.
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Since then, my daily life was monotonous, broken only by feeding times. During these times, Mother told me countless stories about demons, dwarves, elves, magic, the undead, and various other races. She also frequently spoke of hunters, guilds, magic academies, and empires.
While interesting, I dismissed them all as mere 'stories,' never giving them much thought. I didn't realize how wrong I was until I turned four. The rest of the time, I simply ate, drank, pooped, and slept.
Two years passed just like that.
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I saw a man with a rough, handsome build and black hair, standing with his back to me. He had a sword in his hand and seemed very injured; his clothes were dyed red, and... he was protecting me?
In the far right corner, I saw a lady tied in chains, bleeding. Her clothes were tattered and torn, as if someone had assaulted her. Whip marks marred her fair skin, and pieces of bloodied cloth clung to her. That scene horrified me to my core.
But then I focused on her face, and... my heart skipped a beat. Rage, pain, hatred, and many other emotions gripped me. I felt dark hands from a deep abyss pulling me away from that woman, and I couldn't help her....
"Mommy" I cried out.
I woke up, finding myself hugged by my mother, my face buried deep between her soft melons. I looked into her eyes but couldn't see her face because of the darkness.
"Conjure flames," I heard a melodious yet resolute feminine voice that soothed my turmoil in an instant. Mom lit up the room, hugging me tighter. She asked in the softest voice possible, as if any loud sound would harm the precious gem she held so affectionately:
"Zeun, did you see that nightmare again?" she whispered into my ears. Her warm breath and lovely voice grazed my ears, and my trembling heart calmed down.
I nodded in silence.
Without anymore words she put the 4 years old me on her lap, loosened her night robe as she revealed one of her huge bosom and gently put it between my lips. I happily sucked her nipples as warm milk started gushing out of it and began filling my mouth and calming my nerves down. My other hand was holding another of her bosom and playing with it.
I fondle pinched her nipples squeezed her breast rubbed them between my fingers and played with them until I fell asleep.
"Hnnngg...."
A slight, muffled moan escaped Helena's mouth. Her lustrous blonde hair fell onto my face as she kissed me before laying me down on the bed.
Seeing her son in pain for months, her heart ached. The memory seal was breaking at a much faster pace than she'd calculated; his innate darkness element was simply too strong for it.
The darkness element, known and feared for its power of curse and corruption.
As a mother, Helena should be happy that her son had awakened one of the rarest innate elements, but she couldn't help but wish he had some other element. She didn't want him to fall into darkness and despair due to his extreme past experiences.
'Though a baby, my child possessed a mature brain—a maturity that didn't match his age. This happened when my late husband, Paul, took my one-month-old baby to the most dangerous forest on this continent: The Everlost Forest, also known as the Forest of Spirits, due to the large number of Nature spirits found there. Since then, Zeun's maturity had advanced to that of a teenager's brain.
If one thinks about it, it's quite weird for a mother to deal with a baby whose maturity is at least ten years beyond his age. But after I sealed his memories, he became my sweet little baby again.
Our family was a happy one until one day, our own relatives turned their back on us and tried to kill us. They succeeded in their goal of killing the strongest Level 7 Aura Lord in the Kingdom: my late husband, Paul von Rosewood, Crown Prince of Rosewood Kingdom. The person responsible for all this was Paul's own brother, Gabriel von Rosewood.
Things escalated when he poisoned my food and tried to sexually assault me on my son's one-year birthday celebration.'
My husband was injured and bedridden. Paul sacrificed his life to save his only wife, Helena—the most beautiful and talented 7th-tier Mage Lord in the Kingdom—and his newborn son, Zeun von Rosewood.
After being chased for six months, we finally escaped their pursuit and took shelter in a village near the borders of the neighboring Kingdom of Voldemort.
Unable to rid herself of the poison while being chased, my Mana Veins corroded, thus dropping my rank from 7th to 5th circle. This was also because I tried to seal my son's memories. I didn't want him to spend his childhood days remembering how his aunt, a Succubus Demon, sucked his father's life force while his mother was poisoned, harassed, and assaulted. I wanted my son to at least spend his childhood making happy memories. I also wanted a daughter to accompany him in his childhood, helping us make happy memories.
The magic nectar bottle Paul gave me... oh, how embarrassing! This again brought back memories. I was very angry and embarrassed because he gave me that bottle with his essence during our academy days. That bastard scum got his ass beaten for that and wasn't able to sit for three days. Paul, the strongest knight in his academy, became the joke after getting beaten by the prodigy of the mage academy.
As she was reminiscing about her happy days, a nostalgic smile appeared on Helena's beautiful face.
End of Chapter 1
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