I emptied myself deep into Delilah's womb, feeling her body shudder with one final, violent climax before she went limp against the mattress, her breaths ragged and spent. A deep fatigue tugged at me, but my maximum libido kept my desire from ever truly fading.

My attention drifted to Gwenneth, still bound in her intricate, humiliating shibari. The vibrator wedged inside her continued its relentless hum, and the choker around her neck—[The Edge of Bliss]—held her perpetually on the precipise, denying her any relief. Her face was a perfect canvas of suffering, desperate lust, and profound despair. A beautiful sight.

"Mom," I called, my voice raspy. Delilah's eyes fluttered open, her face glistening with a mixture of sweat and tears. "Collect our juices. And feed your naughty daughter."

With obedience, Delilah crawled to the plate already smeared with our mixed essences. Her weak hands parted her labia, her fingers dipping inside to gather the warm pool of my seed, mingled with her own arousal.

Plate now full, she shuffled toward her eldest.

Gwenneth shook her head, eyes wide with horror, but her bonds held her fast. Delilah gently removed the ball gag.

The plea that erupted was raw and desperate. "Adam! Please! I'm begging you! I'm... I'm sorry! For everything! The insults, the hits, making you lick my boots! I'll kneel! I'll suck your cock! Anything! Just... please, touch me! Take this choker off! I can't—I'm going insane!"

She sounded utterly broken. Sincere tears tracked through the grime on her face, her body trembling with a need so profound it was a physical ache. But I activated [Eye of Desire]. My Dominance over her still read 97%.

My control was immense, but 97% wasn't 100%. That stubborn 3% of resistance still festered within her. She was playing a part, hoping a feigned surrender would grant her an opening for revenge or escape.

I let out a disappointed sigh. "Nice words, Gwen."

I stepped closer, my gaze locking with her golden, tear-filled eyes. "You think you can fool me? That after all this, I'd believe you so easily?"

"No! I'm serious, I—"

"Enough." My voice was ice. I activated [Mind Control] on her. Her eyes instantly glazed over, the fight draining from her body, leaving only vacant obedience.

"Mom," I commanded Delilah without looking away from Gwenneth's blank stare. "Continue. Feed her."

Delilah nodded, scooping a spoonful of the thick fluid. She began to feed her now-pliant daughter. Gwenneth swallowed with a grimace, a war visible in her eyes—the magic's forced submission battling her innate disgust and hatred.

"Gwen, sweetheart... drink this, listen to your mother," she said, spoon-feeding a compliant yet tearful Gwenneth. "Adam... our Master... he knows what's best for us. We have sinned against him, and this is how we atone."

As I watched this depraved scene, my mind wandered. Angeline wasn't here. She was at the Academy.

I could force her to drop out, of course. Chain her to this house as my personal, 24/7 plaything. But that felt… small. I didn't want stagnant sex dolls. I wanted my women to grow, to become powerful, to be useful.

A grander vision began to crystallize: a guild. A guild forged from the powerful women I had conquered, with me as its absolute heart and master.

Delilah, the Star Witch, was already wholly mine. Gwenneth, the proud Knight of Light, would soon join her mother in total submission. And Angeline, my sweet, talented stepsister—I would mold her into a legendary Hunter.

They would be the foundation of my harem and my strength. They would plunder dungeons, amass wealth and power, all while knowing their true purpose was in my bed, serving my every desire. They would become extraordinary, and they would belong to me.

My fantasy was interrupted as Delilah finished, the plate now empty. Gwenneth's stomach was slightly distended, her gaze hollow. Once the ball gag was securely back in place, I remembered a long-held curiosity.

I walked to the desk and picked up a small bottle containing a clear, cerulean liquid—a special potion from Yumi, designed to induce lactation, even in women who had never borne children.

"Mom," I said, drawing her attention. "Drink this."

She took the bottle obediently, eyeing its contents with suspicion. "What is this, Adam?"

"A supplement," I answered smoothly. "To make you healthier... and more useful to me."

Hesitation flickered across her face, but her programming of obedience won. She downed the liquid in one gulp. For a moment, nothing happened. She stood there, confused.

Then, the change began.

"Ah...?" A weak moan escaped her lips as her hands flew to her ample breasts. "A-Adam... what's... what's happening?"

She rubbed them, her confusion mounting. Before my eyes, her already generous breasts began to swell. They grew fuller, heavier, their smooth skin stretching taut. They surpassed their previous voluptuousness, becoming truly massive and irresistible.

"No... this isn't right..." she whispered, her voice trembling. She looked at me, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Adam, they're so hot... so full... What did you give me?"

I approached, a satisfied smile curling my lips. The sight alone made my cock twitch back to life. I hadn't expected the potion to have such an extraordinary side effect.

"Relax, Mom. It's a special potion. Look," I said, gesturing to her burgeoning chest.

"They're more beautiful than ever. Incredible."

Delilah looked down, her eyes widening. Her breasts had swelled, ripe and heavy. Her nipples were darker, larger. A tentative touch made her gasp from the sensitivity.

"But... this isn't normal..." she whimpered, her voice small. "They feel so heavy... and there's this... pressure inside..."

"Don't be afraid," I cooed, stroking her back. "This is all for me, isn't it? You want to be useful? To be the perfect mother and whore?"

She gave a weak nod, tears welling. "Yes... but..."

"Trust me," I said, holding her gaze. "Your breasts are perfect now. They were made for my pleasure. I want to drink from you, Mom. I want you to nurse me like your own son."

My words brought a wave of shame, but beneath it, a spark of excitement flickered. Her total obedience craved my approval; my praise was her sustenance.

"You... you're right, Adam," she whispered, her hands beginning to caress her new weight with a dawning acceptance. "This... is for you. Everything is for you."

"Squeeze them for me," I ordered, my voice thick with lust. "Let's see if they're ready."

Trembling, Delilah cupped her left breast and squeezed. At first, nothing. But when she gently twisted the nipple, a single, pearly drop of thick fluid beaded at the tip.

She gasped. "This is..."

"Your milk," I murmured in triumph. "Now you're truly my mother."

I couldn't wait any longer. I guided her down to the mattress beside her bound daughter and laid my head in her lap, my mouth open and eager.

"Feed me, Mom."

Blushing furiously but moving with unwavering obedience, Delilah guided her enlarged, tender nipple to my lips. As I closed my mouth over her areola, she let out a sharp, breathy moan. I began to suck.

At first, just warmth and salt. Then, as her hand massaged the underside of her breast, a warm, sweet liquid flowed into my mouth.

Her milk. It tasted… divine. Richer than any milk, with a soft sweetness and a warm, energizing undercurrent. I suckled greedily, swallowing every drop.

[Delilah's Sexual Arousal increased to 78 (+1)]

[...]

"Ahh~ Adam..." Delilah cried out, her head falling back. The sensation of nursing was intensely erotic for her. Her free hand kneaded her other breast, sending streams of milk cascading over her stomach and my chest.

The sight was too much. I grabbed my cock and in one smooth motion, plunged back into her soaked pussy. Delilah screamed, her back arching off the bed.

I began to thrust, establishing a rhythm, my mouth never leaving her breast. It was heaven—the tight, wet heat of her cunt milking my cock, while my mouth was filled with her sweet, nourishing milk.

She writhed and whimpered beneath me, her hands working her breasts, spraying milk across my body. The room filled with a symphony of our joining: ragged pants, wanton moans, and the wet, slapping rhythm of our flesh. Beside us, Gwenneth could only watch, her eyes a maelstrom of horror and… a flicker of hidden, shameful desire.

I drove into Delilah faster, my climax coiling tight as I suckled harder. The sensation was overwhelming.

"I'm... I'm coming, Mom!" I grunted, erupting inside her for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

At the same moment, I gave her nipple a final, gentle bite, swallowing the last of the delicious milk. Delilah screamed through her own climax, her body convulsing, a spray of milk from her right breast painting my chin and neck.

I collapsed beside her, spent. Delilah lay gasping, her massive, milk-laden breasts rising and falling with each labored breath. I looked at her with deep satisfaction.

[Quest: Revenge - Successfully Completed]

[You have received 1000 EXP.]

[Received Item: <The Fleshcraver's Loop>]

[You Have Leveled Up to Level 48]

[You Have Received 5 Stat Points]

[You Have Leveled Up to Level 49]

[You Have Received 5 Stat Points]

A slow, victorious smile spread across my face. It was then that Delilah's phone buzzed on the nightstand. I glanced at the screen.

Charlotte.

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