Axel Horton's room was a sanctuary of solitary pleasure. The curtains always closed, the bluish light from the computer screen illuminating his sweaty face, and the air thick with the sickly-sweet smell of a forgotten soda can and the faint scent of cheap detergent from the sheets.
He was twenty-seven years old, with a mediocre job in an accounting office that barely covered the rent, and a life that, deep down, revolved around one thing: MILFs.
Not just any MILFs. Axel had very specific tastes. He was fascinated by mature women, thirty-something or older, with bodies that time had shaped into generous, soft curves. Large, heavy breasts that defied gravity with a mix of firmness and maternal softness.
But what truly drove him wild was the idea of lactation. Watching a white, creamy drop slide slowly down a swollen nipple, beading on the skin like forbidden dew, or imagining the sweet, warm taste filling his mouth… That was his personal nirvana.
That night was no different from the others. Axel sat in his swivel chair, pants down to his ankles, right hand moving with expert rhythm while his left clicked on the next video.
The title: "Single lactating mother overflows in the shower."
The woman on screen was perfect: brown hair tied in a messy bun, tired but warm green eyes, and breasts so full they seemed about to burst through her soaked blouse. Water ran down her skin, and when she gently squeezed one, a white jet shot out, drawing perfect arcs before falling to the tiled floor.
Axel moaned softly. His breathing quickened. He felt heat rising through his chest, his pulse pounding in his temples. "God… yes… just like that…", he murmured, imagining it was him receiving that warm milk, that it was his tongue licking up every lost drop. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost painful. His hand moved faster, more desperately.
And then, everything stopped.
A sharp stab pierced his chest as if someone had driven a hot knife through it. His hand froze. His vision blurred. He tried to breathe, but the air wouldn't come. His heart gave an erratic beat, then another, and after that… nothing.
He fell forward, hitting the desk with his forehead. The screen kept playing the video on loop, the sound muffled by his lifeless body. Axel's last conscious thought was a mix of frustration and resignation: "Damn it… right when I was about to…"
Darkness swallowed him completely.
But it didn't last long.
When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in his room. He was floating in an infinite void, surrounded by pink and golden mist that smelled of jasmine and something else… something sweet, like warm milk with honey. The ground beneath his feet was soft, almost like clouds. And in front of him, seated on a translucent crystal throne, was the most beautiful and sinful creature he had ever seen.
She had to be a goddess.
Hair black as midnight cascading down to her waist, bright red eyes with heart-shaped pupils, full lips painted dark crimson.
Her body was an erotic work of art: pale and perfect skin, impossible curves, breasts so large and high they seemed to defy all physical logic, barely contained by a black silk dress that clung to her figure like a second skin. The neckline was so deep that Axel could see the valley between them, and right in the center, a drop of white liquid beaded on her skin, as if her own milk was about to overflow.
Lysara, Goddess of Passion and Hidden Desires, smiled with a mixture of amusement and lust.
"Well, well… Axel Horton. The pervert who died from excessive enthusiasm. What a poetic way to go."
Axel looked at his hands. He was naked, but felt no shame. Everything seemed… unreal.
"Am I dead?" he asked, voice trembling.
"Oh, yes. Very dead. Heart attack from overstimulation. Classic among your kind." Lysara leaned forward, and her breasts moved with hypnotic slowness. "But don't worry. I didn't come to punish you. I came to offer you a deal."
Axel swallowed hard. His eyes couldn't tear themselves away from that drop now sliding slowly down the curve of her left breast.
"A deal?"
Lysara rose from the throne with feline grace. She walked toward him, each step making her hips sway and her breasts bounce softly. When she was just a meter away, she extended a hand and touched Axel's chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.
"This mortal world is boring. Repressed desires, buried fantasies… I'm tired of watching men like you waste their lives on screens. So I'll give you a second chance. In a fantasy world, full of magic, monsters and, above all… mature, voluptuous, experienced women. MILFs, as you call them."
Axel felt his heart—or whatever was left of it—beating again.
"MILFs? Seriously?"
"Oh, yes. Mature elves with centuries of experience, widowed noble human women, demon queens who have raised legions… All with bodies that would make your favorite videos blush. And here's the best part: I'll grant you a unique power. A divine system designed especially for you."
Lysara snapped her fingers. A translucent screen appeared in front of Axel, like a floating video game menu.
[System of the Lactating Fetishist – activated.]
[User: Axel Horton]
[Level: 1]
[Experience Points: 0/100]
[Unique Skill: Hot Lactation (Level 1)]
Description: When intentionally touching a mature woman (30+ years apparent) with lustful intent, her breasts will swell and produce abundant, sweet milk. Each drop consumed grants experience, improves stats and unlocks new skills.
The milk can have special effects depending on the woman (healing, strength, resistance, aphrodisiac, etc.).
Divine Mission: Conquer and drink from the MILFs of the kingdom. Level up until you become the Supreme Milk Hunter.
[Final Reward: Eternal union with me… and with all those you conquer.]
Axel read and re-read the screen. His hands shook.
"And… how do I start?"
Lysara came even closer. Her breasts brushed against Axel's bare chest. The drop of milk that had been hanging finally fell, landing on the goddess's index finger. She lifted it to Axel's lips.
"First, an advance. Taste the milk of a goddess. Just a sip… to seal the pact."
Axel opened his mouth without thinking. The drop fell on his tongue: warm, creamy, with a flavor of vanilla and forbidden honey. An explosive heat raced through his body. He felt every cell awaken, his desire multiplied a thousandfold.
Lysara laughed softly.
"Good boy. Now… go and conquer."
With a wave of her hand, the void dissolved. Axel felt himself falling, falling, falling…
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on his back in a green meadow. The sun was warm, the sky endless blue. In the distance, he could see the towers of a medieval castle and a smoking village. But the first thing he noticed was the smell: fresh grass, wildflowers… and something else. Something sweet.
He sat up. His body felt different. Stronger, more alive. And in his mind, the system screen kept floating.
[Welcome to the Kingdom of Eldoria.]
[Initial Mission: Find your first MILF and activate Hot Lactation.]
Axel smiled like a child on Christmas morning.
In the distance, on the road leading to the village, he saw a woman walking alone. She wore an elegant burgundy dress, with a neckline that left little to the imagination. Her wavy brown hair fell down her back, and her hips swayed with every step. Even from afar, Axel could see that her breasts were large, heavy, moving with hypnotic softness.
Elara Voss, though he didn't know it yet.
His first conquest.
Axel stood up, heart pounding.
"This… this is going to be legendary."