The morning at Voss Manor dawned with soft light filtering through the burgundy velvet curtains. Axel woke slowly, his body heavy with satisfaction and Elara's scent still clinging to his skin. She slept beside him, on her side, with the sheet barely covering her up to the waist.
One of her breasts rested exposed on the mattress, the nipple still slightly swollen and beaded with a last drop of milk that hadn't been consumed the night before. Axel watched her for a long while, fascinated by the tranquility now on her face. She was no longer the burdened noble widow; she was a sated, vulnerable woman, his.
He rose carefully so as not to wake her. He dressed in the clothes a servant had left prepared during the night: soft leather pants, a white linen shirt, and a short cloak with a silver brooch bearing the Voss house emblem, a rose entwined with a sword. It was a subtle gesture from Elara, a way of marking him as protected without words.
He descended the main staircase. The head butler, a man of about sixty named Harlan, waited in the foyer with a breakfast tray: fresh bread, creamy cheese, ripe fruit, and a pitcher of goat's milk that made Axel smile ironically.
"Good morning, Mr. Horton," Harlan said with a formal bow. "Lady Voss has instructed me to treat you as a member of the family. Is there anything in particular you would like prepared?"
Axel took an apple and bit into it.
"No, this is perfect. Tell me, Harlan… what's being said in the village these days? Rumors, news, interesting things."
The butler hesitated for an instant, but Axel's confident gaze made him speak.
"There's been movement in Rosethorne for weeks. Caravans coming from the north with exotic goods, but also with stories. They say that in the Silver Shadows Forest a solitary elven archer has appeared, an ancient guardian protecting an old sanctuary. Some call her Sylvana Thorne. The woodcutters swear she's beautiful… and dangerous. No one dares get too close."
Axel felt a familiar tingle. A mature elf. Centuries of life. A slender but curvaceous body in all the right places. His mind was already imagining pointed ears, silvery skin, and firm breasts that had never known the passage of time the way humans did.
"And in the village itself?" he asked, keeping his voice casual.
Harlan lowered his voice.
"The Red Raven Tavern is the best place to find out. Merchants, adventurers, and… experienced women who run their own businesses gather there. The owner, a woman named Mara, is a sturdy widow who tolerates no nonsense, but she has a good hand with beer and an even better ear for gossip."
Axel nodded.
"Thank you, Harlan. Tell Lady Voss I'll be back before dusk."
He left the manor with a full stomach and the system humming in his head like a constant reminder.
[ Lactating Fetishist System ]
User: Axel Horton
Level: 3
Experience: 0/300
Current Stats:
Strength: 10
Agility: 10
Charisma: 12 (+1 assigned)
Endurance: 10
Active Skills:
Hot Lactation (Level 1)
Addictive Flavor (Level 1)
Sensitive Touch (Level 1)
The village of Rosethorne bustled with morning activity. Women with baskets headed to the market, blacksmiths hammered anvils, children chased chickens. Axel walked with confident steps, noticing how some gazes lingered on him. The Charisma boost was working: young women smiled shyly, men looked at him with cautious respect.
The Red Raven Tavern stood in the central square, a two-story building with a wooden sign showing a black raven holding a tankard in its beak. The interior smelled of fermented beer, woodsmoke, and meat stew. At that hour there were already a dozen customers: merchants eating breakfast, a couple of off-duty guards, and three women seated at a secluded table.
One of them immediately caught his attention.
Mara, the owner, was exactly as Harlan had described: sturdy, about forty-five years old, with strong arms from a lifetime of handling barrels and a generous bust that strained against the bodice of her leather apron. Her dark red hair was gathered in a thick braid, and her brown eyes were sharp, appraising. When Axel entered, she looked up from behind the bar and measured him from head to toe.
"New stranger?" she asked in a husky but warm voice. "Sit wherever you like, but pay before you drink."
Axel approached the bar, leaning an elbow on it.
"A light beer to start. And maybe some information."
Mara poured a frothy tankard and slid it toward him.
"Information costs more than the beer, handsome. What are you looking for?"
Axel took a long swig. The beer was bitter and refreshing.
"I've heard there's movement in the forest. An elven archer. And also… women who might need help. Mature women, with businesses, with burdens."
Mara laughed under her breath, a deep and genuine sound.
"Wow. Straight to the point. You're not the typical adventurer hunting monsters. You're looking for… company."
Axel smiled without shame.
"I'm looking for women who deserve attention. Who have given a lot and received little."
The tavern keeper looked at him with new interest. She leaned over the bar, deepening her neckline.
"Here in Rosethorne there are several. I myself have been a widow for eight years. My husband died in a goblin raid. Since then, I've run this tavern alone. And yes… sometimes I miss someone looking at me like a woman, not like an owner."
Axel felt his pulse quicken. Mara was different from Elara: more earthy, stronger, with curves that spoke of hard work and simple pleasures. Her breasts were large, heavy, and the way they moved when she wiped the bar suggested they hadn't known expert hands in a long time.
"What if I offer you that attention?" he asked in a low voice.
Mara studied him for a moment. Then she pointed to a door at the back.
"Finish your beer. Then go up to the upstairs storeroom. I need to check inventory. And… maybe I could use an extra hand."
Axel drained the tankard and climbed the creaking wooden stairs. The storeroom was a spacious area full of barrels, sacks of grain, and shelves lined with bottles. Light came in through a high, dusty window.
Mara closed the door behind her and latched it.
"I'm not one for beating around the bush," she said, removing her apron. "If you want to try, do it right. I don't tolerate mediocrity."
Axel approached. He placed his hands directly on her breasts, over her blouse. Mara gasped, but did not pull away.
In that instant he activated Hot Lactation combined with Sensitive Touch.
Mara's breasts swelled almost immediately, pressing against the fabric until the buttons threatened to pop. Two dark stains appeared quickly, spreading.
"Gods… what the hell…?" she murmured, touching herself in disbelief.
Axel unbuttoned her blouse with deft fingers. Her breasts were freed: large, round, with wide dark areolas, nipples already erect and dripping.
He knelt in front of her. Mara leaned her back against a barrel to keep from falling.
The first suck was deep. Mara's milk was thick, with a strong flavor of malt and caramel, as if her own business had seeped into her essence. Axel drank eagerly, alternating between both breasts while his hands massaged and squeezed.
Mara moaned without restraint, her hips moving against the air.
"It's… too good… never… ah…"
[ System Notification ]
You have consumed Maternal Milk from Mara the Tavern Keeper (Human Merchant Widow).
Experience gained: +140
Current Experience: 140/300
Additional effect: Addictive Flavor activated. Mara will experience renewed pleasure and recurring desire toward you for the next 48 hours.
Sensitive Touch has enhanced production: +30% milk volume in this session.
Axel continued drinking until the streams slowed. Mara trembled, legs weak. He held her, guiding her to sit on a low barrel.
"Never… no one has ever made me feel like this," she confessed, panting. "My husband was good, but… this is something else."
Axel wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I can come back whenever you want. Just call me."
Mara smiled, exhausted but satisfied.
"Come back tonight. After closing. I'll prepare something special for you… and maybe more than beer."
Axel kissed her briefly, a kiss tasting of her own milk.
They went down together. Mara returned to the bar with flushed cheeks and new energy in her step.
Axel left the tavern with a stomach full of milk and the system vibrating with progress.
But the day was just beginning. In the market, he heard another rumor: a newly arrived caravan merchant, a curvaceous human named Nadia, selling exotic fabrics and jewels. They said she was rich, cheerful, and… very alone on her travels.
Axel smiled to himself.
Elara waited for him at home. Mara waited for him tonight. And the forest called with the promise of Sylvana.
The Milk Hunter was expanding his territory, one drop at a time.