The afternoon faded into shades of purple and gold when Axel slipped out of Voss Manor through the back door, avoiding the curious gazes of the servants. Elara had bid him farewell with a long, possessive kiss on the threshold of her room, her fingers clinging to the fabric of his shirt as if she feared he wouldn't return.
There was something new in her eyes since Nadia had entered the equation: not open jealousy, but a mix of pride and urgency to remind him that she had been the first.
"Come back before it gets completely dark," she had whispered in his ear. "I want to feel you again… just mine for a while."
Axel had smiled, kissing the curve of her neck where a faint scent of roses and warm milk still lingered.
"I always come back to you, Elara. But there are paths I must walk. Promises I must keep."
Now he walked along the path leading out of Rosethorne to the north, where the forest began to swallow the daylight. The Forest of the Silver Shadows was no ordinary place. The trees were ancient, with silvery trunks that glowed even under the waning moon, as if the bark were made of solidified mercury.
The leaves whispered without wind, and the animals avoided the main paths. Local woodcutters told stories of an eternal guardian: an elf who had witnessed the fall of empires and still patrolled the sacred boundaries of a forgotten sanctuary.
Sylvana Thorne.
Axel felt the pull inside him. It wasn't just curiosity; it was the system whispering in his mind, pointing to prey worthy of his gift. A mature elf meant centuries of restraint, of discipline, of a body that had learned to ignore the passage of time… until now.
The path narrowed until it became a thread among thick roots and luminous moss. The air grew cooler, laden with the scent of pine, damp earth, and something more subtle: wild jasmine mixed with a metallic touch, like ancient blood.
Suddenly, an arrow whistled past his ear and embedded itself in the trunk to his right, vibrating with lethal precision.
Axel froze.
A voice came from the shadows, cold as steel and soft as silk.
"One more step and the next one won't miss. Who are you and why do you profane the sanctuary of the Eternal Moon?"
Axel slowly raised his hands, turning carefully.
She emerged from among the trees as if the forest itself had given birth to her.
Sylvana Thorne was tall, taller than most humans, with pale silver skin that shimmered under the last rays of sun filtering through the leaves. Her hair was deep emerald green, braided with living vines that moved slightly as if breathing.
Pointed ears peeked through the strands, adorned with fine silver hoops. She wore light armor of dark green leather and lunar metal plates that fit her figure like a second skin: narrow waist, wide hips, and firm but generous breasts that pressed against the crossed chest straps, creating a deep and tempting valley.
Her eyes were a lighter green, almost luminous, and they regarded him with a mixture of ancestral distrust and contained curiosity.
Axel slowly lowered his hands.
"My name is Axel Horton. I come not to profane. I come to… offer something you may have forgotten you need."
Sylvana drew her bow again, the arrow aimed straight at his heart.
"Humans always offer something. And they always end up taking more. Speak plainly or die."
Axel took a step forward, ignoring the danger.
"I don't want to take. I want to give. Your forest is beautiful, but you… you have been alone for centuries. Guardian, mother of a lineage long gone, protector of secrets no one remembers. When was the last time someone touched you as a woman?"
Sylvana's eyes narrowed. The arrow tip trembled slightly.
"Insolent. Your kind does not understand eternity. Desire is a fleeting weakness."
Axel smiled calmly.
"Then let me prove to you that it isn't. One touch. Just one. If you feel nothing… shoot."
Sylvana hesitated. Something in Axel's voice—that mix of confidence and honest hunger—made her lower the bow a centimeter.
"One touch," she repeated, as if testing the word. "And if you lie, your blood will feed the roots."
Axel advanced slowly until he was a meter away from her. He extended his right hand and placed it gently on the center of her chest, right where the straps crossed. He didn't squeeze. He just touched. And in that contact he projected all his intention: Hot Lactation, Sensitive Touch, Addictive Flavor.
Sylvana gasped as if she had been struck.
Her breasts swelled visibly beneath the light armor. The straps creaked. Two damp stains appeared on the green leather, spreading quickly. White drops began to seep through the seams, beading on the silver skin that showed at the neckline.
"What… witchcraft is this?" she whispered, her voice breaking for the first time.
Axel untied the straps with firm but gentle fingers. When the armor opened, Sylvana's breasts were freed: firm, high, of a size that defied her slender build, with silver areolas and erect nipples dripping milk in fine, constant threads. The liquid was luminous, almost pearlescent, as if it captured the moonlight even in daylight.
Axel knelt before her, reverent.
Sylvana did not move. Her hands trembled at her sides.
The first suck was slow, careful. Sylvana's milk was fresh, pure, with a flavor of wild mint and moon honey, refreshing and revitalizing. Each swallow made Axel feel his body fill with ethereal energy, as if he were drinking the very essence of the forest.
Sylvana moaned, a deep and ancient sound that echoed among the trees. Her knees buckled. Axel held her by the waist, pulling her toward him as he continued drinking, alternating between both breasts. His hands massaged the soft flesh, squeezing out spurts that ran down his chin and splashed onto the mossy ground.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, not to push him away, but to keep him close.
"Never… in centuries… no one…" she gasped. "My body… forgotten… awakened…"
[ System Notification ]
You have consumed Maternal Milk from Sylvana Thorne (Ancient Elven Guardian).
Experience gained: +220
Current Experience: 220/400
Special effect activated: Lunar Milk – Each swallow grants +5 temporary to Agility and Perception for 12 hours.
Addictive Flavor applied: Sylvana will experience recurring longing and increased pleasure in future sessions. Duration: 7 days (renewable).
Sensitive Touch has enhanced sensitivity: Milk production +50% in this first session.
Axel continued drinking until the streams became more spaced out. Sylvana trembled, leaning against a silver tree, eyes closed and cheeks tinged with a silvery blush that seemed to glow.
When he finally pulled away, she opened her eyes. There were tears in them, not of sadness, but of release.
"What are you?" she asked in a low voice. "A god? A demon?"
Axel stood and kissed her softly on the lips. She responded shyly at first, then with hunger contained for centuries.
"Just a man with a gift. And you… are the most beautiful I have tasted so far."
Sylvana rested her forehead against his.
"The sanctuary is near. Come with me. I want… to show you. And I want more."
She took his hand and led him deeper into the forest. The path opened into a circular clearing surrounded by luminous trees. In the center, a white stone altar with softly glowing runes. On the altar, a statue of an elven goddess with prominent breasts and open arms.
Sylvana knelt before the altar, still bare-chested.
"Here is where I come to renew my oath. But today… today I want to break it. Just a little."
Axel knelt behind her, embracing her by the waist. His hands returned to her breasts, massaging slowly. The milk flowed again, more abundant, dripping onto the stone altar like an offering.
Sylvana moaned, leaning back against his chest.
"Take me… all you want. I have waited too long."
Axel kissed her neck, her pointed ear, while continuing to squeeze and drink. The clearing filled with soft sounds: sucklings, drops falling, ancient moans that echoed like chants.
They spent hours like that. When the moon rose high, Sylvana lay on the soft moss, exhausted but radiant, with Axel beside her.
"Don't go," she whispered. "Stay tonight. The forest will protect you."
Axel stroked her green hair.
"I'll return to Rosethorne. I have promises to keep. But I'll come back. Soon."
Sylvana smiled for the first time, a genuine and vulnerable smile.
"Then I will wait for you. And when you return… I will give you everything the forest has denied me."
Axel kissed her one last time and stood. The system floated in his mind.
[ System Notification ]
Bond established with Sylvana Thorne.
Reward for successful conquest: +100 EXP
Current Experience: 320/400
Skill unlocked: Elven Affinity (Level 1) – Increases attraction and milk production in elven or long-lived women.
He walked back under the moon, the taste of mint and moon still on his tongue.
Four women already. Elara, Mara, Nadia, Sylvana.
And the world of Eldoria was only beginning to open.