Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1866: Mommy Knows Best~

“They say when babies drink their mama’s milk, all their worries just melt away… like booo~ Hehe!

Scared of Mommy’s milk? See? That’s how powerful Mommy’s milk is!”

Lia said with a soft giggling tone as she looked down at her beloved son lying across her lap, her nipple already stuffed firmly into his mouth.

Her free hand rested on his hair, fingers curled just enough to keep him close while her crimson eyes traced every line of his face with quiet, possessive hunger.

Young Aether had an expression of pure disbelief… What the fuck?

Even if it was true, that was for fucking babies. Not for a grown-ass man like him.

Just as he was about to push her away, she held him like an anchor, solid and immovable.

It felt as if he was staring at a mountain that could never be lifted no matter how hard he tried. Those glowing crimson eyes locked onto his, shining with an intensity that made his body tremble and forced his blood to settle against his will.

“You’re not leaving until every drop of Mommy’s love milk is inside you. Not one drop wasted!!”

Lia spoke with a deadly serious expression, the kind that promised she would beat his ass without hesitation if he tried to disobey.

“…” Young Aether stared at her blankly. Then, almost without thinking, his mouth gave a small, subconscious suck on her nipple.

In the next second—

!!!

Something warm and tender flooded across his tongue. The heat spread through his body in a slow, heavy wave that reached deeper than any ordinary warmth.

For a brief moment his dull eyes flared open, filled with something overwhelming and almost alive, before the light faded back into that same flat emptiness.

What the…?

Lia’s lips curved into a knowing smirk.

“Did it taste good?” she asked softly, already certain of the answer.

She ruffled his hair with gentle fingers and guided him closer.

“Then don’t stop. Suck Mommy’s tits properly… take what you need.”

Whether it was her words or… the quiet motherly smile on her face or… the vampire blood in his veins, or… simply his own body craving something it could no longer refuse, he parted his lips and drew her nipple deeper into his mouth.

“Hmm… just like that, dear. Drink everything. Don’t leave a single drop behind. Otherwise Mommy will be sad.”

Her voice stayed low and steady as she kept stroking his hair. Her free hand pressed lightly against the back of his head, encouraging every pull.

The hesitation that had lived on his tongue faded the moment more of that hot, thick milk spilled across it.

He rubbed the tip with his tongue without thinking, drawing more from her.

“Ahh~ Yes… drink it, darling… drink all of Mommy’s nectar. It’s only for you.”

Lia’s breath hitched as she felt the eager suction of her son’s mouth and the wet heat of his tongue working against her.

Her eyes never left him. Watching her beloved boy latch on and take from her like this felt like the purest miracle she had ever known.

She would gladly die right here if it meant freezing this moment forever.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she finally felt complete. His stomach was filling with her liquid. Her scent was already settling on his skin. She could feel the warm, steady rhythm of his breath against her chest.

Oh god.

Do you know how much she wanted time itself to stop so her son could drink her milk for eternity?

If there had been any way to make it happen, she would have done it without a second thought.

“What a wretched mommy I am… I can’t even feed you for eternity.”

Lia mumbled the words against his hair, the regret thick in her voice as if the thought of ever letting him go truly pained her. Her arms tightened around him, pulling him closer still, as though even the smallest gap between their bodies was an insult she could not bear.

Young Aether was already lost in the milk.

For whatever fucking reason, the body that had been locked tight with pain and heavy burden suddenly began to feel light. Every swallow pulled more of that warmth into him, and the weight he had carried for so long quietly thinned until it felt as light as a feather.

His mind followed. The constant noise inside his head softened, replaced by something that felt suspiciously like her love pouring straight into him through the milk… thick, endless, and unwilling to leave any empty space behind.

Slrrruupppp~

The more he drank, the more he felt.

It was not that he became normal again.

It was that the emptiness inside him was being filled… slowly, steadily! with her own emotions.

Through every pull of his mouth he could sense the warm care, the quiet ache in her eyes, the fierce, almost desperate love behind every action.

They were connected.

For these moments they were one.

Drip…

Drip…

Tears he thought he no longer possessed began to slip free without resistance.

Lia looked down at her child and smiled, the expression soft and absolute.

“You’re feeling it… Yes, baby… yes. Mommy is here and always will be. Nothing shall hurt you on my watch. Not the world. Not the past. Not even yourself.” She pressed a slow kiss to his forehead and ruffled his hair, fingers lingering as if memorising the feel of him.

“Drink more… more, darling. Take everything from Mommy. I will gladly give you everything. My milk. My blood. My life if you ask for it. Just don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Drip… Drip… Dripp…

The tears rolled faster now, a dam finally breaking.

“Ah~”

Lia flinched when he suddenly sucked harder and locked both arms around her waist, holding on as if he meant to drown himself in her milk. Her crimson eyes turned wild at the sight of her beloved son clinging to her with such raw need.

“Yes, yes… drink everything… that’s it. That’s my good boy. Take it all. Fill yourself with me until there’s nothing left of the pain that hurt you.”

This was the first time she had ever felt herself slip this far into madness.

Look at him… holding her like a lifeline, mouth working greedily against her breast as though her body was the only safe place left in the world.

Her lips parted as she panted, body trembling with the force of it. She already knew her panties were soaked from how hard he was pulling on her nipple.

She would not even mind if he tore it!

“Yeah… Drink~ Moree~ Mommy’s Love~ ahh~ Coming~ Don’t stop, baby… don’t you dare stop. Mommy’s right here. Mommy will never let go.~!!”

She moaned as he sucked harder and harder while crying harder and harder.

His eyes grew heavy.

Slowly they closed, as if he were drifting into a milk-soaked heaven.

His body finally seemed to understand it could rest. Her embrace and her milk had filled the empty vessel, and now it simply needed time to settle…

Slurrpppp~

Even in the deepest sleep, his mouth kept working without pause, sucking with the same hungry, insistent rhythm of a child who had finally found the one thing his body refused to release.

Lia ruffled his hair with careful fingers,

“Look at you, my pitiful child… still sucking Mommy’s tits even in your sleep. How lovely you are like this. I wish I had brought a camera so I could keep this forever…” Her nose sniffed as tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, the expression of a mother already mourning the moment she knew could never last long enough.

Then she noticed the slow, steady drip of milk from her other breast, pale drops sliding down the soft curve as if it too were begging for his mouth.

A gentle, almost reverent smile curved her lips. “How about sucking Mommy’s other tit, my baby? It has been waiting for you just as patiently.”

“Hmm… Hmm…” The soft, wordless sounds left his throat without waking. His body still answered her even in deep sleep, as if it recognised her voice above everything else.

“!!??”

With infinite care, she eased the reddened, saliva-slick nipple free of his mouth. His lips immediately closed around empty air, frowning in quiet protest, searching for what had been taken away.

“Haha… so cute~ You don’t even want to let go for a second, do you?”

The happiest expression she had ever worn settled across her face.

She snapped her fingers. In an instant, the bed and her body flipped to the opposite side, changing their positions without moving him even an inch.

She would never wake her child. Even if she had to turn the entire world over, she would do it without disturbing his rest.

Anything less would go against the love that ruled every part of her.

She guided his mouth to the waiting nipple and gently pressed it past his lips.

“Hmmm!”

His body trembled as a fresh flood of milk… thick with every emotion she poured into it, spilled across his tongue. Still asleep, he latched harder, pulling with desperate, needy strength as if afraid the warmth might vanish again.

Lia smiled down at him, warm and slightly wistful. “If only you were this obedient when you were awake… tsk, tsk. You fight me so much when your eyes are open.

Why can’t you always be this sweet for Mommy?” She clicked her tongue in a soft, pitiful sound, as if already dreading the day he would open his eyes and try to pull away from her again.

Her fingertips brushed the corners of his eyes where a few tears still clung. The sight made her heart twist and crack open.

Veins rose faintly along her forehead. Whoever had hurt her son would learn what real hell looked like… She would make certain of it with her own hands.

Slurrpp… Slurrppp~

She continued stroking his hair in slow, steady motions, her voice dropping to a tender whisper.

“Take a good rest, my baby. Mommy will protect you from everything. No one will ever touch you while I am here.”

A sudden sting drew her gaze to the nipple he had just left. His saliva still glistened across the sensitive nipple, mixed with the last traces of her milk. She swallowed, then carefully gathered that wet sheen onto her fingertip. For a long moment she stared at it before bringing it to her tongue.

!!

The taste made her body shudder hard. Her eyes glowed with a dangerous new idea.

What if she sucked her own milk and fed it directly into his mouth?

Would that not prove how completely, how desperately she loved him?

The thought died the moment her gaze returned to his peaceful face. She would not risk disturbing this rare calm.

Not even for that!

And so the minutes slipped quietly by while he continued to drink from her without waking, his mouth never once releasing the comfort she so willingly gave.

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Wee…Woo…Wee…Woo…

“St…”

Wee…Woo…Wee…Woo…

“Stop!!”

“Arhh!” Young Aether groaned as his eyes fluttered open… as the irritating sound kept echoing.

“Fuck…”

His voice came out hoarse.

He slowly sat up from the bed, the quilt sliding down from his body. His mind was still muddy and blurred, as though someone had stuffed his thoughts inside a fog.

His entire body ached like… every muscle, bone, and nerve in his body had been thoroughly beaten and then forced to keep functioning.

He rubbed his face, trying to clear his vision… After a long time, he slept peacefully, but now…

Wee… Woo….

“Can’t I have one fucking peaceful day of sleep?”

He slowly pushed himself out of the bed and staggered toward the door.

Wee…Woo…Wee…Woo…

The sirens continued screaming outside.

He reached the door and grabbed the handle.

“Who the fuck—”

His words halted when he opened the door.

His eyes widened.

For a moment, his sleepiness disappeared completely.

He simply stood there.

Staring.

His brain refused to process what his eyes were seeing.

Destruction.

Absolute destruction!!

The city that had once stood around his little wooden house was barely recognizable.

Tall buildings had been torn apart, some reduced to enormous piles of concrete and twisted metal. Others stood at impossible angles, their upper floors collapsed into the streets below.

Glass covered the roads like glittering fragments of ice, reflecting the flashing lights of emergency vehicles.

The streets themselves had been carved apart.

Enormous grooves stretched across the asphalt, some several meters wide, cutting through roads and sidewalks as though something monstrously heavy had been dragged across them.

Red stains covered portions of the pavement, some fresh, some already darkening beneath the dust.

Medics rushed from one location to another, carrying injured civilians on stretchers while emergency personnel shouted instructions over the constant wailing of sirens.

“We need another stretcher here!”

“Get him inside!”

“She’s still breathing!”

“Clear the road!”

People wandered through the destruction in shock.

Some were crying.

Some were calling for their families.

Some simply stood there, staring at what remained of their homes as if they were waiting for someone to tell them this was all a nightmare.

The entire area looked as though a war had erupted in the middle of the city.

Yet somehow…

His house remained untouched.

Young Aether slowly looked around.

The wooden house behind him looked almost absurdly peaceful compared to everything outside.

He swallowed.

“Did someone go berserk here…?”

A terrible thought suddenly surfaced.

“Or… did I?”

He muttered in utter confusion…

Did he go berserk again? But he didn’t seem to be aware of it.

The last thing he remembered was…

Getting drunk.

And after… after…

He squeezed his temples.

“After… after…”

“What happened?” He tilted his head… he couldn’t even remember what the fuck happened afterwards.

A sweet, innocent voice echoed behind him.

“Oh? You woke up before Mommy, dear? What a sweetie~”

!!

A chill ran down his spine.

Aether froze.

Slowly…

Very slowly…

He turned around and saw… Lia coming out from beneath the quilt, completely naked.

He stood there blankly.

For several seconds, he simply stared at her.

Why was she here?

How was she here?

And…

Why was she naked?

His eyes slowly moved downward.

Then he looked at himself.

His entire body was naked as well.

THUD!

He immediately slammed the door shut.

“Oh… Dear…”

That was all he could mumble.