Before the gold dragonborn could manage the flow of information, the news of their team's disastrous defeat by Montport—half rumor, half truth—had already spread throughout the city via every channel, and was now even traveling by ship, spreading around the world.
The gold dragonborn, though furious, were helpless, unable to do anything about Adelan: after all, many knew of his participation in the expedition, and countless people saw him return alone, gravely wounded. The gold dragonborn simply had no way to trace the source of the leak.
Thus, even as their company's reputation suffered ever more damage from the rumors, they could only accept the situation.
With the news came a wave of fear surging through Liberl Port.
Unlike true dragons—who can live three or four millennia in good health—the vast majority of those settled in Liberl Port were short-lived mortals. Their strength was weak, their vision short. Even some prominent rulers and great nobles, when they heard the gold dragonborn's group had been annihilated, were deeply shaken.
For a time, some sought to move to other cities. Others sought protection from powerful factions. Some were willing to pay any price to gain power for themselves. Still others tried to spend money and effort gathering up a new team to exterminate Montport.
Liberl Port became a city of hidden turmoil as prices for all kinds of magical items soared yet again. In this context, scores of opportunists naturally believed they'd entered paradise...
Amid all this, several more days passed.
One late night, deep in the Plateau at the corner of the Alliance of the Mountain Purifiers' new camp, inside a small private tent.
This was Adele's tent. In such unusual times all was made simple: in her room, only a soft bedding mat was laid on the ground.
Thankfully, for druids—never a class fond of material luxury—the surroundings were quite tolerable.
It was very late, and Adele had not yet gone to sleep. Not because she resented the rough conditions, but because she had a special meeting to attend that night.
She had quietly prepared her night clothes, but things weren't unfolding quite as she had imagined.
Just as she gauged the camp to be silent in the dead of night, and was about to set out, a figure unexpectedly lifted the flap of her private tent.
This was a secluded location, and her kin knew she preferred solitude—generally, no one would ever come to disturb her.
And especially not at such an hour.
Adele jumped in fright, her nerves so taut she nearly cast an attack spell on instinct. Instantly wary, she looked up and saw that the person entering was none other than her mother, Willo Green Vines, the current matriarch of the Green Vines tribe.
Gazing at her daughter, Willo wore a gentle, tender smile. "I knew you weren't asleep yet."
Adele felt flustered, doing her best to hide any signs of anxiety. "Mother, did you need something?"
"Of course I did." Willo walked over and took her daughter's arm, her voice soft. "It just occurred to me—you haven't nursed in a long time."
"I'm sorry, my dear. I've neglected you, being busy with affairs lately."
She spoke with real apology, then sat beside Adele on the bedding, drawing her close as she sat, and pulled aside her robe of withered leaves. "Come now, darling Adele. Tonight, you can spoil yourself in mother's arms and nurse all you want."
In the tiny tent, the light was nearly nonexistent; Willo had closed the flap when she entered. But tonight, in preparation for her meeting, Adele had already used magic to see perfectly in darkness.
At that moment, she saw everything clearly. As her mother's robe slipped open, Willo's pale, soft belly and round, sensual navel were revealed by Adele's darkvision.
Looking higher, she saw Willo's enormous, full breasts—heavy, swaying softly with every movement.
Right now, those breasts were filled to the brim with sweet milk, so swollen that Adele almost felt the skin looked translucent.
But that was not the real problem—the issue was, once she started to suckle, there would likely be no quick end...
"What's wrong, Adele?" Seeing her daughter daze out, Willo called again in a gentle whisper. "Come, into mother's arms."
With no other recourse, Adele nestled into Willo's embrace. After all, this was a Green Vines tribe tradition, something mother and daughter had shared every day for years. She really couldn't find an excuse to refuse.
So she pressed herself to Willo's chest, parted her small mouth, and took one rosy, tender nipple into her lips.
"Mmm…"
Willo's breath caught—a moment's calm now undone, her resolve not easily rebuilt, especially in these deeply corrupted mountains.
Desire had long gnawed at her will, and before, she could withstand it. Since Theresa's so-called "relief"—in truth only fueling the fire—she'd found herself unable to resist her own body's longing.
Since then, on many lonely nights, she had comforted herself, soothing her desires with her own hands, teasing breast and garden until her desires grew only more intense, and her body more sensitive...
Now, with her own daughter nursing, Willo responded immediately—even feeling a hint of dampness below.
That shouldn't happen.
She could not, must not, awaken desire before her daughter...
Willo struggled mentally, frowning in intense effort.
Cradled in her arms, Adele's thoughts wandered to her meeting ahead; she drifted, distracted, while her mouth sucked reflexively at her mother's breast, swallowing the warm, sweet milk...
"Ah…"
It wasn't until Willo let slip a faint moan that Adele suddenly snapped to herself, quickly letting go and looking at her mother with worry. "Mother, what's wrong? Are you feeling ill?"
Willo gave her head a tiny, embarrassed shake. "It's nothing... You're not full yet, are you? Come, have some from the other side too."
So saying, she gently caressed Adele's hair, guiding her toward her other breast.
Adele, resigned, wrapped her arms around Willo's soft waist, nestled into her full chest again, opening her mouth to take in the other nipple and began to suckle slowly.
But this time, she was alert, eyes carefully watching Willo's face and every little movement, trying to judge what was happening.
She saw her mother's slight frown, the rough breathing, the tightly clenched thighs—a picture of someone locked in a fierce struggle...
Gradually, Adele understood. To confirm her guess, she paused her nursing and stuck out her tongue, circling it playfully around the now-erect nipple, then gave it a light lick.
"Mmm—!"
Willo's body stiffened, a wave of pleasure surging through her mind, goosebumps rising all over her arms.
Noticing her daughter's mischief, Willo pinched Adele's arm. "Don't be naughty!"
Adele bared her tiny teeth in a mild bite, provoking another fit of shivers and a sheen of sweat on Willo's brow. "Adele, stop, don't...!"
Only then did the girl release Willo's nipple, now slick and shining with her saliva.
Expressionless, Adele looked up at her mother and said, "Mother, you really ought to find yourself a man."
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