NTR MILF: I Was Summoned by Thirsty MILFs to Breed Them-Chapter 34: Adventures with MILFs

The ride back to the palace felt endless, the winding avenues designed to prolong the parade, letting the city savor the sight of the royal breeder and his entourage.

Sunlight slanted through the curtains in golden beams, casting warm patterns across the velvet seats.

The crowd’s cheers echoed distantly, a constant rumble like thunder on the horizon, but inside the carriage, the world shrank to the five of them—bodies pressed close, breaths heavy, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal.

Alex sat in the center, Alicia still perched on his lap, her small body clinging to him like she never wanted to let go.

Lilia lounged on one side, silver hair spilling over her shoulders, her white silk dress unbuttoned just enough to tease the swell of her massive tits.

Serena and Nyx sat opposite, golden and midnight-blue, their eyes dark with the same lingering hunger.

As the carriage swayed gently over the cobblestones, Alex’s hands wandered out of habit. It had become routine in their private moments—a casual touch that always led to more.

He slid one hand under Alicia’s dress, cupping her boobs through the thin fabric, thumb circling the nipple until it hardened under his touch. She moaned softly, shifting on his lap, her ass grinding against his half-hard cock. Milk beaded at her nipple almost immediately, soaking through the green silk in a dark spot.

"Missed this," he murmured against her ear, squeezing gently, watching a thin stream of milk trickle down her chest.

Alicia whimpered, arching into his hand. "Me too... don’t stop..."

On his other side, Lilia leaned in closer, her dress slipping lower to expose more of her creamy cleavage.

Alex’s free hand found her, cupping one massive, heavy breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He squeezed, and milk leaked freely, warm and sweet, running over his fingers in thin streams.

Lilia’s breath hitched, her silver eyes fluttering half-closed as she pressed into his palm.

Serena and Nyx watched with lazy smiles.

The carriage filled with soft moans and the wet sounds of milk leaking, the women’s bodies responding instantly to his touch. It was routine now—the way their nipples hardened at the slightest graze, the way milk flowed as if their bodies were always ready, always leaking for him.

But as he squeezed Lilia’s breast again, watching the milk trickle down her belly, a thought hit him like a cold wave.

Every woman he had fucked in this world leaked milk from their nipples—every milf, every girl, even the innocent ones like Lena. How was that possible?

The curse had prevented pregnancies for twenty years, so no births, no lactation. Yet here they were, all of them dripping milk at the slightest touch, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

He stopped suddenly, hands pausing on their breasts, his brow furrowing.

Lilia noticed first, her silver eyes opening fully. "What’s wrong, hero? You look troubled."

The others turned to him, moans fading into concern. Alicia shifted on his lap, her small hand covering his on her breast. "Alex? What is it?"

He looked around at them, then down at Lilia’s leaking nipple, milk still beading there.

"Why do all of you leak milk?" he asked, voice quiet but insistent. "Every woman I’ve fucked here... milfs, girls, innocent ones like Lena... it happens every time. But the curse stopped pregnancies for twenty years. No babies means no milk. How is that possible?"

The four women exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and realization crossing their faces. Serena’s golden brow furrowed, Nyx’s pointed ears twitched, Lilia’s silver eyes widened slightly, and Alicia bit her lip.

Lilia spoke first, her voice soft, as if remembering something long forgotten. "It’s not even a new thing for us," she said, placing her hand over his on her breast. "We’ve lived with it so long, we forgot it wasn’t always this way. The curse did more than just rob the men of their manhood."

Serena nodded, her strong hand squeezing his thigh. "Demon Lilith... when she cursed the men so they couldn’t get hard, couldn’t breed... she cursed the women too. Made us leak milk from our breasts forever, without pregnancy, without children. It was her cruel joke—reminding us every day of what we could never have, the warmth of a child at our breast, while we dripped uselessly, mocked by our own bodies."

Nyx’s midnight-blue skin darkened with old anger, her tail lashing once. "Every woman, married or not, girl or women—we all leak at the slightest touch, the slightest arousal. It’s been twenty years of constant reminder, every drop a taunt from that demon bitch. We couldn’t stop it, no spell or potion worked. Just another way she fucked with us for refusing to worship her."

Alicia leaned closer, her small breast still leaking a thin stream of milk onto his hand. "I was just a girl when it started," she whispered. "Woke up one morning with my nightdress soaked. Thought it was a nightmare at first. But it’s part of us now. We forgot it might seem strange to you."

Alex’s mind reeled, the pieces clicking into place. Wow, that demon Lilith really thought to fuck with these people, twisting not just the men but the women too, turning their bodies into constant reminders of loss.

The cruelty of it—the endless leaking, the mockery of motherhood without the joy—made his stomach turn, but also deepened his admiration for how they had endured.

And now, with the curse slowly breaking, that milk was no longer a taunt but a symbol of renewal, flowing freely as he bred them again and again.

He looked at them, his women, their bodies perfect and unchanged, milk still beading at their nipples from his touch. The sight stirred something primal in him—he wanted to explore more, see the world that Lilith had tried to destroy, understand every corner of it.

"I want to learn more about this world," he said, voice steady. "I’ve seen the palace, the villages, but there’s so much more—monsters, magic, places Lilith’s curse touched. Let’s go on an adventure. See it all for what it is."

The women exchanged glances, smiles spreading slow and excited.