Aiden hovered above Edda, his blue eyes, dark and intense, fixed on her face.

Around them, the other wives lay scattered, a tapestry of sleeping forms.

Aiden had already teleported Seraphina and Nivira. Serpahina, was obviously, reluctant to go.

Aiden had informed the queen in the process about the new house and kidnapped the huge bed from his bedroom for him and his wife to sleep.

Aiden leaned closer to Edda, his breath warm on her cheek. "Everyone's asleep, my love. Just us now."

Edda's cheeks, already flushed from the day's events, deepened to a fiery crimson.

Her mossy violet eyes, usually so calm, darted nervously around the vast expanse of the bed, then settled on Aiden. "Y-Young Heart… they're still all here…"

"They're also pretending," Aiden whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.

"They know you're shy. They're giving us privacy." He reached out, his long fingers tracing the delicate curve of her jaw, then drifting to her lips, soft and full. "They're probably all ears, the nosy bunch."

A soft, embarrassed giggle escaped her, a sound like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. "Y-You're terrible."

"Only for you." His thumb brushed her lower lip, pulling it gently. "You're beautiful, Edda. So beautiful. Why do you hide it?"

Her breath hitched. "I… I'm not hiding anything. I'm just… old. And… and a mother. My body isn't… what it used to be." Her voice was barely a whisper, laced with a vulnerability that tugged at his heart.

Aiden's gaze, intense and unwavering, swept over her, lingering on the generous curves beneath her nightgown. "Old? My love, you're a masterpiece. Every curve, every line, tells a story. A story of strength, of love, of life. And believe me, it's a story I want to read, intimately."

His fingers, warm and calloused, slipped under the silk of her nightgown, tracing the swell of her hip, then moving slowly upward, over her stomach.

A sharp intake of breath escaped her, her body arching slightly into his touch. "Y-Young Heart… please…"

"Please what?" He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Please stop? Or please continue? Be honest, my beautiful Edda."

Her hands, trembling slightly, rose to his chest, pushing gently, then clinging to the fabric of his shirt. "I… I don't know… I haven't… in so long…" Her voice was thick with unspoken desire, a raw plea.

"Then let me remind you," Aiden murmured, his lips finding the sensitive skin behind her ear, trailing kisses down her neck, tasting the sweet, salty tang of her skin.

His fingers, meanwhile, had found the hem of her nightgown, slowly, deliberately, lifting the silk, exposing the smooth, warm skin of her thigh.

"Mmmph…" A soft moan escaped her lips, her head falling back against the pillow, exposing the elegant line of her throat.

Her eyes, half-lidded, were dark pools of desire.

His lips continued their descent, tracing a path along her collarbone, then lower, toward the generous swell of her breasts, still partially hidden by the silk.

He felt the rapid flutter of her heart beneath his lips, the warmth radiating from her. "You're exquisite, Edda. Every inch of you."

With a slow, deliberate movement, Aiden pushed the silk of her nightgown up, removing it, revealing the delicate lace of her bra and panties.

Her breasts, full and heavy, spilled over the lace, hinting at the treasures beneath.

Her hips, wide and inviting, were framed by the sheer fabric of her panties, a tantalizing peek at the soft down of her pubic mound.

Her eyes widened, a blush spreading like wildfire across her chest. "Y-Young Heart… my… my underthings…"

Aiden's gaze lingered on the delicate lace, a soft smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? I didn't think you, my demure Edda, would be hiding such… delights beneath your robes." His fingers brushed the lace of her bra, then traced the curve of her breast. "Such a pleasant surprise."

She stammered, her voice barely audible. "I… I like to feel… pretty… sometimes…"

"And you are, my love. So incredibly pretty." He leaned down, his lips brushing the lace-covered skin of her cleavage, sending a jolt through her. "But I think you'd be even prettier without them."

Her breath hitched. "Y-Young Heart…"

He didn't wait for an answer. His fingers, deft and practiced, found the clasp of her bra, releasing it with a soft click.

The lace fell away, revealing her full, heavy breasts, freed from their silken prison.

Her right nipple, hard and pink, stood proud, its areola a delicate rose hue.

But his eyes were drawn to the left, where two soft folds of skin, like tiny eyelids, covered the opening of her nipple, creating a delicate, half-lidded appearance.

Edda's hands flew up, trying to cover herself, her cheeks burning with shame. "Oh… please don't… don't hate me. My body is… weird. I know." Her voice was thick with unshed tears, her eyes wide and vulnerable.

Aiden's heart ached at her insecurity. He gently took her hands, pulling them away, his gaze filled with nothing but adoration. "Hate you? My love, you're perfect. Absolutely perfect. And this…"

His fingers, warm and gentle, brushed against the inverted nipple, "this is fascinating. Unique. Beautiful."

He lowered his head, his lips closing over her right nipple, drawing it into his mouth with a soft suckling sound.

A gasp escaped her, her fingers tangling in his white hair, pulling him closer.

The taste of her, sweet and earthy, filled his mouth. As he suckled, a warm, creamy liquid filled his mouth. Milk. She was still lactating.

He pulled back for a moment, his eyes, wide with surprise, meeting hers. "Milk?"

A soft, embarrassed flush spread across her face. "Y-Yes… it's… sometimes it just… comes. I don't know why. It's been years since I stopped feeding Liri, but… it never fully went away."

Her voice was a shy whisper. "D-Does it taste… good?"

Aiden nodded, a primal growl rumbling in his chest. "Delicious."

He took her right nipple back into his mouth, suckling harder, drawing out the warm, sweet milk.

A soft moan escaped her, her body arching into his.

Her fingers, still tangled in his hair, began to pet him, stroking his head with a maternal tenderness that both thrilled and softened him.

"Mmmph… Young Heart… you… you're so… good…"

His hand, meanwhile, reached for her left breast, his fingers gently circling the inverted nipple.

He smiled mischievously, his eyes meeting hers. "You know, my love, I promise to show you something new. Something you've never experienced before."

Her breath hitched, her eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. "W-What… what is it?"

"This," He murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr.

He gently, slowly, inserted the tip of his finger into the soft folds of her inverted nipple.

A sharp gasp tore from her throat, her body stiffening, then melting against the bed. "Ahnnn… Y-Young Heart… what… what are you doing…?"

He felt the moist, sticky sensation around his finger, a fluid similar to her pussy juice, but subtly different, richer, creamier. "What is this, my love?"

Her voice was broken, trembling. "I… I don't know… my husband… he never… no one ever… touched me like this…"

Aiden's heart swelled with a fierce tenderness. "Then there's a first time for everything, my beautiful Edda. And I promise, it will be unforgettable."

He pushed his finger deeper, slowly, deliberately, feeling the soft tissue yield, the fluid coating his finger as it slid further inside.

It was surprisingly deep, almost the length of her whole breast.

He could feel the soft, fleshy walls, the unique texture of her breast's inner workings. "You're incredible, Edda. Your body is a wonderland."

Her moans grew louder, more insistent, her hips beginning to twitch beneath him.

Her right nipple, still in his mouth, was being suckled mercilessly, and he felt her milk spray into his mouth.

From her left nipple, where his finger explored, a thin stream of fluid, clear and glistening, began to leak, soaking the sheets beneath her.

Her panties, already damp, were now thoroughly soaked, her pussy juice a warm, inviting slickness against the .

He pulled his finger out, a soft squelching sound accompanying its release. "I think you're ready for more, my love."

He kneeled up, his magnificent cock, thick and hard, throbbing with anticipation. "Sit up for me, Edda."

Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, met his.

She slowly, shakily, sat up, her full, heavy breasts swaying with the movement, her inverted nipple still leaking fluid. "W-What… what do you want me to do?"

He grinned, a wicked glint in his blue eyes. "I want you to show me how much you desire me, my love. Take me in your mouth."

Her eyes widened, then slowly, a shy, tentative smile touched her lips.

She nodded, her gaze dropping to his magnificent erection.

Her hands, still trembling, reached out, encircling his shaft, her fingers exploring the smooth, warm skin, the throbbing head.

She leaned forward, her lips, soft and full, closing over the tip, a soft, wet suckling sound filling the air.

She was a natural. Her tongue, warm and agile, danced around his head, tracing the sensitive ridge, then plunging into his mouth, exploring the length with a passionate intensity that surprised him.

Her lips worked tirelessly, drawing him deeper, her throat accommodating his thick shaft with an ease that spoke of experience.

He groaned, his fingers tangling in her autumn red hair, pulling her closer, deeper.

"Mmmph… you're experienced, my love," He growled, his voice thick with pleasure.

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END OF CHAPTER : 161 : EDDA'S INVERTED NIPPLE!

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