Chapter 2 CH 2: MILIA (1)*

Name:Son of the Hero King Author:
“Sigh~ I am beat!”

Jumping on his bed — after wiping off the remnants of water droplets left on his body and hair with a towel, Sol released a sigh of contentment as he felt the comfy softness of his bed, healing the soreness of his fatigued body, and gradually refreshing his equally exhausted mind.

Today had been a little rougher than usual, which was understandable with him being distracted after having that remarkably bizarre exchange with his aunt, Lilith, at the start of this day. The contents of the conversation and the ominous ending still persistently resonated within his mind making him feel restless of a tumultuous future ahead.

After the end of his training session with Ares, he had been, for the lack of a better word, forced to listen to numerous boring lessons in preparation for his future role as a king, and consequently, he was now drained — both mentally and physically, more so than any other day of his life in this world.

He was so exhausted that he had to take a private shower on his own to refresh himself and release some of the accumulated fatigue. Truthfully, he would’ve very much preferred just dozing off in his cozy bed as soon as he entered the room but the putrid smell he had piled up all day made him think better. Thankfully, now after making himself reinvigorated with a good bath, he could finally rest.

However, just as he was about to enter the realm of dreams and serenity, away from all the worldly troubles.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

....Someone knocked on the door of his room, interrupting the serene slumber he wished to achieve.

‘Huh? Who would come to my room at this time of the night?’

"The door’s open. Come in."

“Excuse me. Sorry for interrupting you and your sleep, your highness.”

A buxom maid elegantly walked into his room and bowed deeply with a refined curtsy.

“Oh, it’s you...”

He immediately recognized the identity of the intruding maid — it was Milia, the head maid of the palace, one of the few people in this palace that he truly cared for.

“So, what do you want, Milia? Any particular reason for coming to meet me at this ungodly hour?”

He nonchalantly inquired while he sat up in his bed, eyes still droopy, and slightly limpid, from the lack of sleep and the previous preparation of trying to enter a slumbering state.

“Her Majesty informed me about the discussion she had with you this morning.”

"Ah...I see. So that's the case. Well, aunt Lilith advised me to consult with you, specifically, about...courting women, I suppose. According to her words, there aren’t any restrictions aside from noblewomen.

"I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but I'm honestly lost as to what to do now. You are already aware of my rather...limited interaction with people. So...do you have any good ideas in mind? Where to even start? How to approach...this...whatever this is. Help me a little, will you?"

Seemingly waiting for those exact words to escape Sol’s lips, Milia walked slowly towards him — a seductive flair added to her formerly refined gait — with a large, almost creepy, smile etched on her beautiful mature face. The sudden change of her aura made him befuddled.

"I indeed have many ideas for you to get more experience with women. But, for your first time, her highness specifically asked that you would have intercourse with someone experienced."

A growing suspicion lingering and rising in the depths of his heart — since the very start of this chat — bloomed into reality when he was pushed back on the bed by one of her, slightly tanned, dainty hands. His vision shifted to the ceiling of the room as he was now laid on the bed again, but it didn’t stay there for long and again focused on Milia, now, with an astonished look donning his face.

"Or...is your highness not willing to lay down with an old woman like me?"

Sol gulped audibly in nervous anticipation, thinking of the ensuing events. He would be utterly lying if he said that he had never harbored any perverted thoughts or carnal fantasies about the buxom head maid.

Admittedly, Milia had been a mother figure to him in this new life of his, but for reasons unknown, that had been the primary cause for even more unspeakable, lecherous, scenarios to bloom in his mind every now and again, scenarios he was ashamed to even imagine conducting in reality. The allure of taboo pleasure was just that much captivating.

“You must be exhausted after such a long day, so I am here to give you a massage, your highness.”

“You don’t have to do that, Milia....”

Even though Milia was extremely beautiful, to almost criminal levels, and he indeed had some, questionable forms of, desires toward her, he would never destroy their current relationship by forcing her to do something she didn't wish to.

Milia, fully understanding what he meant by those words, smiled, almost chuckled, as she corrected his misunderstanding of her intentions.Geett the latest novels at novelhall.com

“Does it...? Then please enjoy it even more...”

Sol, entranced by the sight could not avert his gaze away from the beautiful maid and this attention was something Milia relished immensely. Happily, her eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, but her dignified features remained unchanged and her expression was locked in a calm alluring state of a mature enchantress. However, her cheeks looked a bit flushed and she seemed to be breathing a little heavily, her breathing getting more erratic with the passage of time.

And as she expertly moved her boobs up and down, and gyrated them in different ways to stimulate Sol further, small trickles of milk seeped out from her fully erect cherry-colored nipples.

“Ah, Milia, your milk...”

“Nh~... It comes out when I massage them hard enough...but the addition of milk should serve as a good lubricant...”

He recalled hearing that all cow women began to produce milk in their teenage years. It was a genetic trait of theirs inherent in every female of their race, which made them an excellent choice as wet nurses and nannies.

It was reliable enough that a girl’s first lactation was considered as much of a coming-of-age milestone as her first period was, so it was not at all strange for milk to seep out from the breasts of a beautiful adult woman like Milia.

‘To think that I was fed milk from those same boobs when I was a child.’

The thought brought along with it a nefarious taboo pleasure that further stimulated his throbbing member, making him groan louder. A sweet aroma rose from her milk-wet breasts and the speed of the titty friction rose as the milk acted as a proper lubricant. The breasts bounced nicely atop his crotch, rubbing the rod between them all the while.

The sensation of the wet boobs was too much for Sol's virgin penis, so his hips began to tremble with immense pleasure, his balls aching for release, but he held it in just to feel this insane pleasure for even a moment longer.

Each time Milia shook her breasts with force, warm milk endlessly flowed from them, wetting his pulsating shaft and furthering his pleasure and maybe... even hers.

The sight of the cool and composed woman giving him a heated look while working hard at a titjob was immensely enticing to him. It greatly stimulated his male instincts, the powerful pleasure ruled all five of his senses, and he could only think about the rubbing friction of the maid’s tits on his long manhood, giving him the taste of the greatest pleasure of his life.

The pleasure provided by someone else was very different from masturbating, so he already felt the urge to ejaculate rising within his pelvis even though not much time had passed since the start of the enchanting maid’s ‘massage’.

Milia held her mouth shut to restrain her sweet voice from leaking out, but she could not stop the occasional shuddering hot breaths from escaping her quivering lips. This sight of hers only aroused him further.

He wanted to experience this pleasure even longer, but he also felt an urge to expel all of his desire right away.

All the while, Milia continued to attack his manhood mercilessly with her milky breasts.

“If you keep rubbing like that, I really will cum!”

“Ahh, go ahead, Sol. Please cum... Cum all over my milk-soaked tits!”

He grabbed the sheets tightly, wrinkling them between his balled fists, and tried to hold back the ejaculation, but his limit was approaching at breakneck speed. The stimulation was simply too great.

“I-I’m cumming!!”

He was unable to restrain the desire to ejaculate as it forcefully rose from deep within his crotch and he reflexively thrust his hips out.

The swollen head poked out from between the crevice of her massive breasts and then exploded in a stream of white-hot cum scattering all over Milia’s form.

“Ahh, i-it’s so hot.”

Milia accepted the ejaculation with an enraptured expression as it scattered all around, and covered her face and breasts.

“Are you satisfied?...”

The buxom maid scooped the semen from her body and licked it from her fingers before inching closer to his shuddering manhood and having her tongue crawl along his penis to lick up the rest of the smelly and sticky, cloudy white liquid, kissing and stimulating his girthy shaft, squeezing more semen out of the bulbous tip.

“Yes, very much...”

“I am glad to hear that. However, you are still nice and hard down here...”

Despite having just ejaculated, his penis had not gone flaccid for even a moment. It retained its full hardness and proudly stood up toward the ceiling.

She grinned as she looked at him with an almost hungry look as though ready to devour him whole. It was the look of a predator finally meeting its prey.

“Perhaps it’s time to pass to the main event.”

Looking at her enamoring heated smile of passion, Sol couldn’t help but have a feeling of immense anticipation. He knew that this night would be really memorable.