Countess Cecilia (4)
My mind flashed white, reason melting away. I knew damn well I shouldn't be doing this, but my body had long since slipped from my control. Cecilia's thick milk scent, her overwhelming magic power, and that mystery milk I'd just gulped down coursed through my veins, scrambling my brains. Like a powerful hypnosis, my vision blurred, filled only with her massive, voluptuous breasts looming before me—the entire world.
"Nehehe... Ma, Mama..." Without thinking, drool spilled from my lips with a stupid, drawn-out whine. My legs gave out completely, and I dropped to my knees like some gutter-crawling male prostitute, ass up in the air in a vulgar pose.
This was wrong. I needed to snap out of it and get the hell out... But that flimsy logic got crushed under the massive instinct to suckle the sweet, nutty milk dripping from her nipple like mad. My throbbing cock begged for her soft touch, and I felt like she was remaking me into her perfect son down to the bone.
"Ufufut, yes. My cute little son. You've missed Mama's embrace that much?" Cecilia gazed down at my pathetic, panting form on the floor with a saintly, benevolent smile. She slowly spread her arms, inviting me into that deep, plush cleavage.
"Come here, now. Good boys don't hold back. Mama will feed you until your belly's full, so hurry into Mama's arms and throw all the tantrums you want. Mama will make that needy spot of yours feel so good, too."
At her tender permission, I crawled like a beast between her legs. I buried my face in her enormous breasts, latching onto the wide areola slick with white milk and her red nipple, sucking furiously.
"Slurrrp♡ Sluuuurp, chuuuuurp...♡ Heuuung... Mama, it's sweet, so delicious... More, give me more..." The hot milk sliding down my throat was so sweet and nutty it blanked my mind. The more I suckled, the fiercer the heat in my gut burned, incinerating my reason in white-hot flames.
"Oh my, my son's got such strong suction. That hungry? Mama's nipple might wear out. Slow down, sweetie."
Cecilia stroked my hair lovingly while her other hand slipped into my pants, gently gripping my grotesquely erect cock. Her smooth, callus-free fingers wrapped around the shaft, stroking up and down with expert density, and a bestial moan burst from me.
"Haaang♡ Heut, Mama...! There, that feels so good... Uuugh...!" Every time her warm palm rubbed my sensitive glans or stroked the shaft, electric pleasure exploded up my spine in chains.
"That's right. You're Mama's eternal son now, staying nice and quiet here at Star's Night. Forget the scary outside world and bitches like Lilith. Just nurse on warm milk and live happily forever. Got it?"
Her sticky-sweet whisper, her skilled hand teasing my cock, and the endless milk filling my mouth vaporized what dignity I had left as a human. I abandoned even the pride of a rutting male, blindly submitting to the pleasure she gave.
. . . . . .
Even in this world where genders were perfectly reversed and female demons' lust was insane, men's desire wasn't zero. Relatively lower, sure, but absolutely? Way higher than average guys from my old world.
Plus, men here were imprinted deep in their genes with horrific "common sense" from birth: [Men must devote their whole bodies to serving women] [Spread your legs and get hard anytime, anywhere for a woman]. When I first possessed this body, I felt those twisted instincts bone-deep. No one taught me—my body reacted like a bitch in heat first.
The first time I stepped into this world's streets, when big female demons approached aggressively, groping and manhandling me, I didn't resist. I spread my legs wide and panted without thinking. "Heuuung... Sis... Ah, touching there...♡" Whoring out coquettish moans, feeling pleasure from their hands—those shameful memories were still vivid.
It wasn't some weird kink of mine. This fucked-up world was designed so any man with a dick would react that way.
But after the forced sex and play ended, returning to my sane mind... the crushing regret and self-loathing were unbearable sober.
"Haa... What the hell did I just do? I'm not even a real male prostitute."
I muttered self-reproach every night in my rundown room. I didn't hate sex, but I couldn't live like those pathetic male prostitutes spreading for any woman on the street, forcing erections with drugs even when they wouldn't come.
So when I got my first paycheck from cleaning at Illusion's Banquet, I even went into debt for the first thing I bought: a magic bracelet to resist. It diluted and blocked the female demons' signature "yin energy" that fueled magic power. Thanks to it, I'd endured most temptations and sticky magic, holding onto a semi-normal life.
"Slurrrp! Chuuuuurp... Haaah, gulp, guuulp...♡ Mama, more milk, more... It's so sweet...♡"
But right now, that resolve and expensive trinket were for nothing. I'd lost all reason, buried face-first in Countess Cecilia's arms, devouring her milk like a beast. Sweet, musky liquid dripped down my chin unnoticed as I bucked my hips to her soft strokes on my cock, moaning like a whore.
"Ufufut, my pretty boy. That delicious? Yes, such a good boy~ Breathe while you drink slowly. Mama has plenty of milk—I'll feed you till your tummy bursts. And down there, so stiff... How proud Mama is.♡"
Her sticky-sweet voice tickled my ear, melting my last shreds of mind into a swamp of pleasure—
Flash—!
"Uu... Huh?"
Suddenly, the magic bracelet on my right wrist blazed with intense red light. A sharp sting followed, cold energy like ice water flooding my veins. Cecilia's thick yin and hypnotic magic diluted instantly, ebbing like the tide.
My blurred vision cleared in a snap, ragged breaths steadied, and cold reason returned like a lie. My mind sharpened, past memories flashing through the hazy pleasure.
This had happened once before. Dragged to Lilith's bedroom by force. Overwhelmed by magic beyond the bracelet's limit, I'd panted like a beast—but this red glow had yanked my sanity back by the scruff.
I quietly looked up at the massive breast against my lips. The bracelet restored reason, but not the boiling lust. My cock still throbbed rock-hard, her milk sliding down my throat still spine-chillingly sweet and nutty.
But I wasn't drooling like a sub-animal anymore. The pleasure was fully under my control now.
"Ufufut, my good boy... Mama's milk that tasty?"
Cecilia hadn't noticed I'd snapped out of it. One hand stroked my hair maternally, the other densely fondling my rigid cock.
Whew... Honestly, I'd trusted this bracelet completely to come to this tiger's den. Lucky it saved my life and sanity again.
Hmm... Now what? Stroking my hair, I pondered briefly. Resisting sloppily meant no clean escape from a countess's room. Best play along like I was still hypnotized, then slip out at an opening.
But no more one-sided victim act. I'd dominate this my way. Resolved, I bit down hard on her red, sensitive nipple with my sharp canines.
"Ahh...!"
Cecilia's gentle stroking hand froze. Her massive breasts jiggled with sharp pain and pleasure.
"Haaaut... S-son...?"