Chapter 904 - 904: The continuation - r18

Julian made a low sound against her and eased the pressure, though he did not release her. His tongue worked in slower circles now, coaxing rather than demanding, and Olivia found herself adjusting the angle of her body to make it easier for him. The maternal instinct in the gesture was so automatic it horrified her a second after she noticed it.

She was positioning herself to feed him.

Not a child.

Him.

"Kraven…" His name left her in a shaky exhale. "This is the most improper thing I have ever done."

He pulled back only enough to let milk wet his lower lip as he spoke. "Improper would be stopping halfway and pretending we are still capable of feeling shame."

"I am still capable of shame."

"I can see that." His gaze flicked to her flushed face, then to the breast she continued to hold for him. "It looks good on you."

Olivia's fingers squeezed around his cock in helpless reaction to the remark. "Do not compliment me for this."

"Why not? You are doing it well."

"That is worse."

Julian's smile returned, softer and far more dangerous for its patience. He kissed the underside of her breast once, then took her nipple into his mouth again. Olivia's head tipped back. Her hand kept working him, stroke after stroke, while milk left her under the warm demand of his mouth. The room filled with quiet, wet sounds and the uneven rhythm of her breathing.

For a while neither of them tried to speak.

There was too much happening in the body to leave room for clean language. Olivia could feel every draw of his mouth as a line of heat from her breast downward into her stomach. She could feel his cock heavy and hot against her palm, twitching whenever her thumb lingered just under the head. She was aware of her own wetness too, though neither of them had touched her there yet. The fact that feeding him and stroking him was enough to arouse her that far only deepened the embarrassment.

Eventually she looked down again.

The sight nearly undid her.

"You really meant it," she whispered. "About treating you as a child."

Julian's answer vibrated against her wet skin.

"Of course, I never lie." His eyes lifted to hers.

Olivia's throat worked.

She shifted her hand on him, and brought her breast back to his mouth herself.

"Then take it properly. If we are doing this, I will not sit here half-committed and trembling like I do not know whose son you are."

The words surprised even her.

Julian's eyes darkened with open hunger and something close to admiration. He obeyed, sealing his mouth around her again, and this time Olivia supported him through it with less visible resistance.

Her free hand cradled the back of his head. Her other kept stroking his cock in a rhythm that matched the pulls of his mouth. Whenever milk came more readily, her breath broke. Whenever his hips shifted into her fist, her fingers answered.

At first Olivia tried to keep quiet.

Silence felt safer.

If she did not speak, she could still pretend that some part of her remained above the act.

But the longer it continued, the harder that pretense became. Her own body began pushing words upward the way it pushed milk into his mouth.

"That's it," she whispered before she could stop herself. "Take it. Mama's right here."

The sentence shocked her as soon as it left her tongue.

Julian's eyes lifted without releasing her nipple. The effect on him was immediate. His cock twitched hard in her fist, and a thicker bead of precum spilled over her fingers.

Olivia felt it and bit down on her lower lip, but the damage was done.

Something in her had slipped past the last clean barrier.

She swallowed and kept stroking him.

"You always were greedy," she murmured, her voice unsteady and low. "Even when you were little. You latched on and refused to let go until you had enough." Her thumb slid over the head of his cock, spreading the wetness there. "Only now you are not little. And what you want from me is not innocent anymore."

Julian groaned against her breast.

Encouraged or perhaps simply too far gone to retreat, Olivia shifted closer on the chair and cupped her breast more firmly into his mouth. Milk left her in a stronger pulse under the pressure. She watched his throat move as he drank and felt a shameful thrill climb up her spine.

"Drink," she said softly. "If you asked for this, then finish it properly. Use your mouth. Empty me."

Her hand worked him faster.

The dual rhythm made her dizzy: feeding him with one hand and pumping his cock with the other, maternal care twisted into pure filth.

Julian finally pulled off her nipple with a wet sound.

A thin string of milk clung between his lower lip and the swollen peak before breaking. Instead of wiping it away, he used two fingers to gather what had spilled across the curve of her breast. Olivia watched, confused for half a second, until he moved those fingers to her other breast and smeared the milk over the neglected nipple, painting it slowly.

"Kraven…"

"Stay still."

He collected more from the first breast, where fresh milk still beaded under her skin, and poured it across the second in a thin white trail. The contrast against her flushed skin looked obscene. Olivia's mouth opened, but no protest came out cleanly. Her free hand had stalled on his cock without quite letting go.

Julian leaned up.

"Kiss me."

Olivia hesitated only a fraction of a second. Then she bent down and met his mouth.

The taste of her own milk hit her at once.

Warm. Faintly sweet. Mixed with his breath and the heat of the act itself.

Julian kissed her deeply, without rush and without mercy, feeding the taste back into her while his wet fingers continued smearing milk over her breast. Olivia made a broken sound into his mouth. Her hand resumed stroking him almost desperately, as if motion could keep her from drowning in the meaning of what she was doing.