Axel shook the grass off his makeshift pants —a simple linen tunic that the system had provided upon his arrival— and looked around with sharpened senses. The air was fresh, filled with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth after the rain.
The midday sun warmed his skin, but not as much as the anticipation burning inside him. His body felt different: lighter, stronger, as if every muscle was ready to spring. And in his mind, floating like a constant reminder, was the divine pact.
[ Lactating Fetishist System ]
User: Axel Horton
Level: 1
Experience: 0/100
Main Skill: Hot Lactation (Level 1)
Effect: When touching a mature woman with lustful intent, induces abundant and sweet milk production. Each milliliter consumed grants proportional experience.
Initial Mission: Activate Hot Lactation for the first time. Reward: +50 EXP, +1 random stat point.
Axel smiled to himself. "First time… as if I were a virgin at this," he murmured, though in truth he had never truly touched a real woman in his previous life. It had all been screens and fantasies. Now, the real world —or this new world— was offering him the chance to turn them into reality.
His eyes fixed on the figure advancing along the packed dirt path. The woman walked with an elegant but weary step, like someone carrying the weight of invisible responsibilities.
Her deep burgundy dress clung to her figure in a way that made it impossible not to stare: the fabric was of fine quality, with subtle embroidery on the bodice that accentuated the curve of her waist and the impressive volume of her bust.
Her breasts moved with every step, heavy and full, pressing against the square neckline that revealed a generous expanse of creamy skin. Her wavy brown hair fell down her back like a cascade of melted chocolate, and when a light breeze lifted it, Axel could see strands clinging to her sweaty neck.
She was perfect. Exactly his type: mature, maternal, with that mix of dignity and vulnerability that only women who have lived long enough possess… knowing what they want… and what they lack.
Axel approached cautiously, pretending to pick something up from the ground. When he was a few meters away, she noticed him. She stopped, one hand instinctively rising to her neckline as if to adjust her dress.
"Excuse me, stranger," she said in a soft but firm voice, with a refined accent that betrayed nobility. "Are you lost? This path leads to the village of Rosethorne, but it's not safe to walk alone if you don't know the area."
Axel slowly raised his gaze, letting his eyes travel over her figure without disguise. She blushed slightly, but did not step back.
"I'm not lost," he replied, with a crooked smile that tried to be charming. "I was just… admiring the scenery. And I must say the best part of the landscape just appeared."
Elara Voss —though Axel didn't yet know her name— raised an eyebrow. Her green eyes were deep, with small wrinkles at the corners that spoke of past smiles and tears as well.
"Pretty words from a stranger. These days, compliments usually hide less… poetic intentions."
Axel took another step closer. Her scent reached him: dried lavender, a hint of rose soap, and something warmer, almost milky, that made his mouth water.
"My name is Axel. And I'm not lying when I say you're the most beautiful thing I've seen since I… arrived here."
She studied him for a moment. Her lips curved into a small, almost sad smile.
"Elara Voss, widow of Baron Edmund Voss. And if you're looking for company, I'm afraid I'm not the kind of woman who is easily impressed by handsome strangers."
Axel felt a tingle in the palm of his hand. The ability was there, latent, waiting. He just needed to touch her with intention. Not an accidental brush. A deliberate touch, charged with desire.
"Then let me prove to you that I'm not just any stranger," he said, extending his hand as if to help her step over a stone in the path. "Allow me to escort you to the village. A gentleman would never let a lady walk alone."
Elara hesitated. She looked at his extended hand, then at his eyes. Something in Axel's gaze —that raw but honest hunger— made her waver. Finally, she placed her gloved fingers on his palm.
The contact was electric.
In the instant their skins touched —even through the lace glove—, Axel projected his intention. Not words. Just pure desire: the mental image of those breasts swelling, of white drops beading on the fabric, of his mouth closing around a swollen nipple.
Elara gasped audibly. Her knees buckled for a second. Axel held her by the waist with his other hand, pulling her against his chest.
"What… what have you done to me?" she whispered, her voice breaking.
Axel didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked down. The bodice of her dress, once fitted but dignified, now seemed tighter. Elara's breasts had visibly swollen, pressing against the fabric until the embroidery looked ready to burst. Two dark stains appeared on the neckline, slowly spreading. Milk. Abundant. Warm.
Elara brought one hand to her chest, horrified and fascinated at the same time.
"This… this isn't possible. It's been years since… since my daughter no longer needed me…"
Axel swallowed hard. The smell was more intense now: sweet, creamy, irresistible.
"It is possible," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Because I wanted it. And you… you needed it."
She looked at him, eyes glassy. A mixture of shame, confusion, and something deeper: longing.
"I don't understand… but my body… it's burning."
Axel gently guided her off the path, toward a small clearing surrounded by tall bushes that offered some privacy. He sat her on a flat rock covered in soft moss. Elara offered no resistance. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling heavily.
"Let me help you," Axel said, kneeling in front of her.
His hands trembled slightly as they reached the laces of the bodice. Elara didn't stop him. On the contrary, she raised her arms to make it easier. When the fabric opened, her breasts were released with a heavy, sensual movement. They were even more impressive up close: large, round, with subtle veins beneath the pale skin, dark swollen nipples already dripping milk in thin streams that ran down the lower curve.
Axel felt the world stop. It was better than any video. Better than any fantasy.
He leaned in slowly. His warm breath brushed the sensitive skin. Elara moaned softly, a sound that was half plea, half surrender.
The first drop touched his tongue. Warm. Sweet. With an aftertaste of vanilla and something floral, like the roses she smelled of. Axel closed his lips around her left nipple and sucked carefully at first, then more eagerly.
Elara arched her back, one hand tangling in his hair.
"Oh… gods…" she gasped. "It's… too much…"
The milk flowed in generous spurts. Axel drank without stopping, swallowing every drop as if it were divine nectar. With each gulp, he felt a wave of heat coursing through his body. His muscles tensed, his vision sharpened. It was pure power.
[ System Notification ]
[You have consumed Maternal Milk from
Elara Voss (Human Noble Widow).
Experience gained: +80
Level up: Level 2
Current Experience: 30/200
Stat point obtained: +1 to Charisma (you may assign it manually or let the system distribute it).
Skill unlocked: Addictive Flavor (Level 1) – The milk you induce in women generates a slight pleasurable dependency toward you in them.]
Axel pulled back for a moment, milk dripping from his chin. He looked at Elara. She had half-closed eyes, flushed cheeks, lips parted in a continuous sigh.
"Don't stop… please," she whispered. "It's been so long since anyone… touched me like this."
He leaned in again, this time alternating between both breasts. His hands massaged them gently, squeezing out more milk that fell in perfect arcs before he caught it with his mouth. Elara moaned louder and louder, her hips moving involuntarily against the rock.
Minutes later —or perhaps hours, Axel had lost track of time—, the production began to slow. Elara's breasts were still swollen, but no longer overflowing. She trembled, exhausted and satisfied.
Axel wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at her.
"Are you okay?"
Elara nodded slowly. Then, with a shy and vulnerable smile, she reached out and caressed his cheek.
"I've never felt anything like that. Not even with my late husband. What are you, Axel?"
"Just a man with a very… specific gift," he replied, kissing the palm of her hand. "And now, you're part of it."
She blushed again, but this time there was warmth in her gaze.
"The village is close. I have a mansion there. If you have nowhere to stay…"
Axel smiled broadly.
"It would be an honor to accept your hospitality, Lady Voss."
As he helped her adjust her dress —now stained and wrinkled in very compromising ways—, Axel felt something had changed inside him. Not just because of the level up or the experience gained.
It was the beginning. The first MILF conquered. And he knew it wouldn't be the last.
They walked together toward Rosethorne, the sun slowly descending on the horizon. Elara leaned lightly on his arm, and every now and then, when she thought he wasn't looking, she brought a hand to her chest as if still feeling the echo of his mouth.
Axel looked up at the sky. Somewhere up there, Lysara was probably laughing.
And he… he had just gotten started.