Chapter 329 - 335

"Ahh... ahnn... how could I ever love something so despicable?! I only love my husband’s... tiny thing," she gasped breathlessly, her fingers betraying her words entirely as her hand reached down of its own accord to start stroking his thick, rigid shaft once more.

"See? Simple as that, Madam. I apologize for cumming inside your pussy earlier... I genuinely couldn’t control myself," Quinn whispered with a wicked grin, slowly shifting closer until his face hovered right above hers.

"Don’t... you’re getting way too close!" she stammered, weakly trying to shove his face away with one hand while her other hand continued its frantic, rhythmic motion below.

"Am I really that repulsive to your refined tastes, Madam? You mentioned wanting to use me as your personal sex toy earlier—how about we truly taste each other now? No strings attached," Quinn murmured, trailing his lips down toward the sensitive skin of his neck. She was slowly crumbling away, her resistance reduced to pathetic token gestures.

"Ngn... ahnn... I only meant to use you for the space..."

"You can use me however you like, Madam."

"No... that’s not what I meant. It’s all for the sake of my husband... and protecting our domain..." She covered her burning face with her hands, yet her body silently surrendered, arching upward and willingly offering her chest for him to devour.

Slurp... slurp... "You’re allowed to enjoy moments like this for yourself, too, Madam. Just think of it as a necessary therapy session to relieve all that pent-up stress," Quinn licked a slow, hot stripe up her nape, noting with satisfaction that she wasn’t pushing him away at all anymore.

"Ah... ahn... I’m a married woman. Married women don’t behave like this..."

"What on earth are you talking about, Madam? Hehe, don’t worry yourself over trivial things... most powerful figures and high-ranking nobles do this all the time. Don’t you think you’re taking life a bit too seriously?" Quinn suddenly shifted his weight upward, gently lifting her arm to press open kisses along the sensitive skin of her armpit.

"Ahn... ahn... that area is dirty... please don’t do that..." she whimpered, her body melting as Quinn expertly pinpointed and stimulated her most hidden, sensitive pressure points.

Even her legal spouse, despite all their years living together, had never discovered these intimate vulnerabilities.

Slurp... "This spot is remarkably sweet, Madam. I could easily sit here and lick your armpits forever if you’d let me," Quinn teased, continuing his meticulous ministrations while keeping his other hand locked in a steady, teasing rhythm between her thighs.

"Ahn... ahn... you’re so weird..."

"Perhaps I am... but your body is undoubtedly the finest I’ve ever laid hands on, Madam. So, what do you say about my proposal?" Quinn shifted his attention to her right arm.

"Ahn... n-no, nothing like this is ever happening again after today. This was just a one-time mistake..." she murmured, stealing a quick, lingering glance down at his massive erection. It looked so enticing, so impossibly thick, that a deep part of her already wanted much more.

"You really think you’ll never do it again, Madam? Please, reconsider... your body is clearly starving for the kind of deep, fulfilling intimacy it’s been denied for so long."

"Don’t say such embarrassing things out loud... I’ve been perfectly fine living on my own terms."

"So you’ve just been using your own hand to pleasure yourself all this time, Madam?" Quinn found her flustered state utterly adorable; apparently, even high-tier transcendental powerhouses had their secret, lonely habits.

"..."

"Don’t try to lie to me, Madam."

"H-Hmm... why are you even asking me such a thing? You already know the answer..." She abruptly turned her head away, puffing out her cheeks in an embarrassed pout.

"Haha, my apologies. I just find your reactions entirely too cute, Madam," Quinn chuckled softly, his gaze dropping back down to her chest where her pink, hardened nipples stood proudly atop her heavy mounds, stiff and erect.

"Stupid... stop staring right at my nipples like that," she scolded, crossing her arms over her chest in a weak attempt to shield them.

"I can’t help it, they are simply too mesmerizing, Madam. Please, let me touch them again," Quinn murmured, effortlessly swatting her hands away as she put up nothing more than a playful front.

’Hehe, what a poor, helpless fool. I’m going to thoroughly savor every inch of this high-ranking wife’s body for myself,’ Quinn thought with a dark, triumphant grin as he reached back out.

"Ngh... stop pinching them so hard... they aren’t ripe fruit..." Silvia moaned, her voice softening as Quinn’s technique completely overwhelmed her. The way he rolled and stimulated her sensitive peaks was entirely different from anything she had ever experienced.

’Why is Quinn so obscenely good at this... ahn, it feels almost as if he was engineered specifically for this exact purpose...’ Silvia silently resigned herself to her fate, accepting that she had already committed the ultimate transgression today.

She had already taken his raw creampie deep inside her womb, after all... there was no turning back now.

"Are you perhaps lactating, Madam? Why is there... white fluid leaking out?" Quinn suddenly paused, his eyes widening in genuine shock.

It was actual, fresh milk flowing straight from a high-status MILF!

’Am I hallucinating? What the actual hell... this is the very first time I’ve ever witnessed a woman lactating in this entire world,’ Quinn thought in disbelief. Throughout all his exploits, not a single drop of milk had ever crossed his path.

His previous encounters had been somewhat dry in that department—though to be fair, most of the MILFs in his orbit had quickly found themselves heavily pregnant soon after.

"Ngn... stop pinching them. I know this is entirely wrong..." she groaned, trying to hide her face in the sheets.

"Tell me the truth, Madam... I’m practically begging you."

"Ahn... why do you need to know? It feels as though the entire world is spinning out of control..."

"I happen to be the most curious man alive, Madam, and—slurp—ah, forgive me, I honestly couldn’t stop my mouth," Quinn apologized insincerely as he instinctively leaned forward and latched his lips directly over her fresh, leaking nipple.

’Ahh... milk. I genuinely love milk,’ Quinn thought happily, immediately shifting back to kneeling between her thighs while greedily pumping her heavy breasts to extract every last drop of the sweet fluid.

"Ahn... ahn... stop sucking on my nipples like that, you’re acting just like a baby..." Silvia stammered, covering her blushing face with both hands. To make matters even more surreal, the thick head of his resting erection was lightly brushing against her warm stomach while he nursed hungrily at her chest.

Slurp... slurp... "Tell me the secret, Madam. I’ve decided I want to play the role of your obedient little baby right now."

"Ahn... you’re truly hopeless. I-I don’t even know why this is happening... my body started producing milk after all these lonely years without my husband..." she confessed, her voice thick with unbearable shame, though she knew protesting was completely pointless now.

"Wow... now that is a fascinating story, Madam. How on earth did something like that even happen? Sup... sup... I have to admit, it tastes remarkably delicious," Quinn murmured with a satisfied hum, closing his eyes to fully appreciate the rich, creamy flavor of his very first taste of maternal milk.