The midday sun beat down relentlessly on the central square of Rosethorne, turning the air into a hot, sticky mass that made the shadows beneath the awnings seem like oases of relief.
Axel walked among the market stalls with slow, deliberate steps, absorbing every detail: the clink of coins, the lively haggling of housewives, the sickly-sweet aroma of imported spices mingling with the sweat of porters and the earthy smell of ripe fruit piled in wicker baskets.
His body still vibrated with the memory of the morning in the tavern. Mara's milk had been thick, nourishing, with that aftertaste of malt that now seemed embedded on his tongue. Each swallow had made him feel stronger, more present. The system confirmed it silently, like an invisible companion that only spoke when necessary.
[ Lactating Fetishist System ]
User: Axel Horton
Level: 3
Experience: 140/300
Current Stats:
Strength: 10
Agility: 10
Charisma: 12
Endurance: 10
Active Skills:
Hot Lactation (Level 1)
Addictive Flavor (Level 1)
Sensitive Touch (Level 1)
But Axel wasn't there just to stroll. The rumors he had heard in the tavern guided him toward one end of the square, where the largest caravans usually set up. And there it was: a circle of wagons painted blue and gold, with silk canopies waving gently in the breeze. In the center, a woman stood on a wooden crate directing her workers with a cheerful and authoritative voice.
Nadia the Merchant.
It was impossible not to notice her. Tall for a human, with generous curves that seemed to defy gravity and common sense.
Her dress was a nomadic work of art: layers of multicolored fabrics that cinched at her narrow waist and flared into wide skirts, but the bodice was tight, almost indecent, lifting and displaying breasts that looked like two ripe melons about to burst the crimson silk.
Her jet-black hair fell in thick waves down to the middle of her back, adorned with small gold coins that jingled with every movement. Her eyes were a warm brown, almost honey-colored, and her smile was wide, contagious, the smile of someone who knows the world is hers to sell.
Axel approached slowly, pretending interest in a piece of fabric embroidered with silver threads hanging from a nearby rack.
Nadia noticed him immediately. Her eyes settled on him, traveled up and down, and lingered on his face with genuine curiosity.
"Looking for something special, traveler?" she asked, hopping down from the crate with a light jump that made her breasts bounce hypnotically. "We have silks from the Southern Lands, elven lace that doesn't itch the skin, and jewels that shine even in the dark. Or… are you looking for something more personal?"
Axel smiled, stepping closer until only the fabric rack separated them.
"I'm looking for quality. And beauty. It seems both things travel with you."
Nadia laughed, a rich and deep sound that made several of her workers turn their heads.
"Good eye and even better tongue. My name is Nadia of the Emerald Caravan. And you… are new in Rosethorne. No one with that look has passed through here without me hearing about it."
"Axel Horton. Guest of Lady Voss."
Nadia's eyes lit up with recognition.
"Ah, the noble widow. Rumors say she's taken a… new advisor. Interesting. And what brings you to my humble caravan, advisor?"
Axel lowered his voice, leaning slightly over the rack.
"Curiosity. And perhaps… the opportunity to help you with something that weighs on you."
Nadia raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Help me? I've been traveling dangerous roads for fifteen years, selling to nobles and beggars alike. What could I possibly need from a young, handsome man like you?"
Axel extended his hand and brushed his fingers along the edge of a blue silk hanging between them. The contact was casual, but his intention was not.
"Rest. Pleasure. Someone who knows how to appreciate what you carry inside… and not just what you sell."
Nadia stared at him for a long second. Then, with a nod of her head, she signaled one of her assistants to take over the stall.
"Come with me. Let's talk in private. I have a personal tent in the main wagon."
Axel followed her between the wagons to the largest one, a structure almost like a small mobile home with wooden steps and heavy curtains at the entrance. Inside it smelled of incense, vanilla, and new fabrics. There were piled cushions, a low table with fruit and wine, and a large bed covered in soft furs.
Nadia closed the curtain behind them and turned.
"I'm not one for beating around the bush, Axel. If you want something, say it. I've seen many looks in my life. Yours is… different. Hungry. But not cruel."
Axel took a step toward her.
"I want to touch you. I want to make your body remember it's more than a vehicle for merchandise. I want to taste what you keep hidden."
Nadia swallowed hard. Her breasts rose and fell with quickened breathing.
"No one has spoken to me like that since… a long time ago. My previous husbands only saw the wealth. Passing lovers, only the body. No one wanted to… take care of me."
Axel extended both hands and placed them directly on her breasts, over the crimson silk. Nadia gasped, but did not pull away. In that instant he activated Hot Lactation, Sensitive Touch, and let Addictive Flavor seep into the contact.
Nadia's breasts swelled immediately, as if they had been waiting for that permission all their lives. The silk strained to its limit, and two dark stains appeared in the center, spreading quickly. Thick drops began to seep through the fabric, beading on the surface like dew.
"Gods… what…?" she whispered, touching herself with trembling hands.
Axel untied the bodice laces with expert fingers. When the fabric opened, her breasts were freed with a heavy, sensual movement. They were enormous, round, with light brown skin dotted with small freckles, wide dark areolas, thick nipples already erect and dripping milk in constant threads.
Axel knelt in front of her. Nadia leaned against the low table to keep from falling.
The first suck was slow, reverent. Nadia's milk was sweet like thick honey, with an exotic touch of cinnamon and clove that recalled the spices she traded. Each swallow was an explosion of flavor and energy. Axel drank eagerly, alternating between both breasts while his hands massaged the soft flesh, squeezing out more and more.
Nadia moaned without restraint, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white.
"It's… incredible… never… so much… ah…"
[ System Notification ]
You have consumed Maternal Milk from Nadia the Merchant (Human Caravaner Single).
Experience gained: +160
Current Experience: 300/300
Level up: Level 4
Experience: 0/400
Stat point obtained: +1 (assignable).
Skill improved: Hot Lactation → Level 2
New effect: Milk production increases by 20% in subsequent sessions with the same woman.
Addictive Flavor enhanced: Duration extended to 72 hours.
Axel felt the flow of power course through his body. His muscles tensed, his perception sharpened. He continued drinking until the streams became intermittent. Nadia trembled from head to toe, legs weak.
He lifted her easily—the system-enhanced strength helped—and carried her to the fur-covered bed. He laid her down gently. Nadia looked at him with glassy eyes, full of gratitude and desire.
"Don't stop… please. It's been years since I've traveled alone. No one has made me feel… a complete woman."
Axel lay beside her, kissing her neck, her shoulders, moving down to her still-dripping breasts. He sucked again, this time slower, savoring every drop. Nadia arched her back, her hips moving in slow circles.
They spent long minutes like that, in a slow and deep rhythm. When the production finally ceased, Nadia was exhausted, but her smile was radiant.
"Stay tonight," she asked. "The caravan leaves at dawn tomorrow heading north. But tonight… I want you to be mine."
Axel caressed her cheek.
"I'll come back. I have commitments at the manor. But this… doesn't end here."
Nadia laughed softly.
"Merchants know how to wait. And we know how to negotiate. When I return in two moons… I'll be waiting for more."
They kissed for a long time, a kiss tasting of honey and spices. Axel finally stood, adjusting his clothes.
Before leaving, he assigned the new point to Endurance. He felt his body become more durable, capable of enduring more sessions, more conquests.
He left the wagon with the sun already setting. The market was emptying. He walked back to Voss Manor with the taste of three different women on his tongue: Elara's floral, Mara's malty, Nadia's spiced.
Elara waited for him in the main hall, seated by the fireplace with a glass of wine. When she saw him enter, she stood and approached.
"Where have you been all day?" she asked, her tone mixing concern and subtle jealousy.
Axel took her by the waist and kissed her deeply. She moaned against his mouth, recognizing her own flavor mixed with others.
"Expanding my… influence," he replied, smiling. "But I always come home."
Elara blushed, but her eyes shone.
"Then… will you show me what you've learned today?"
Axel lifted her in his arms and carried her upstairs.
The night promised to be long.