Fauna couldn’t help herself. She grabbed his face and kissed him in a deep, passionate manner, full of love and longing. He kissed her back, his hands sliding down her body, pulling at her clothes.

Her dress fell away and her body was revealed—short but voluptuous, curves in all the right places, skin soft and warm. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

He caressed her. Squeezed her ass. Fingered her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his hand.

Then he grabbed her nipples and squeezed.

Milk sprayed out in a thin, white arc, splashing across his chest.

Fauna gasped. "Mika—"

He did it again. Another spray. Another.

He lifted her onto his lap, her back against his chest, and whispered into her ear.

"Do you know what’s beyond that wall, Fauna?"

She shivered.

"Your sisters. Both of them. Waiting. Wondering what you’re doing."

His hands worked her breasts, squeezing rhythmically, sending milk spraying across the room.

"Do you want to send them a message? Do you want to share your milk with them?"

Fauna’s entire body was on fire. The thought of her sisters just outside, completely unaware of what she was doing, made her head spin.

"Yes!" She gasped. "Yes, Mika, do it—! Spray my milk—! Make it reach the wall. Let them wonder what’s happening in here—!"

He grinned against her ear. "Good girl."

He positioned her, aiming her breasts toward the wall where her sisters waited on the other side.

They could hear muffled voices—Nadia’s calm monotone, Yelena’s sharper tone.

They were talking about something, planning something, completely unaware of the debauchery happening just feet away.

"Now." Mika whispered. "let’s give them a show."

He squeezed.

Squirt!

Milk shot out in a long, impressive arc. But it fell short, landing on the floor a few feet away with a wet splatter.

Fauna giggled, giddy and drunk on pleasure. "Not far enough."

"Not far enough indeed." He agreed. "We need to go farther."

He adjusted his grip, squeezing harder, pressing her breasts together to force the milk through.

Squirt!

But once again, it wasn’t enough.

"Try again."

He squeezed and applied so much pressure that his fingers disappeared into her breats.

And this time the milk flew across the room, streaking through the air like a white comet, splattering against the wall with a loud, wet smack.

Milk dripped down the painted surface, pooling on the floorboards.

"We did it!" Fauna cheered, her voice high and breathless. "We did it, Mika!"

He laughed, kissing her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. "Good girl. Such a good girl."

As a reward, he slipped his fingers between her legs. She was so wet, so incredibly, obscenely wet.

Her pussy lips were swollen, slick with arousal, and when he pressed two fingers inside, she screamed.

Not because it hurt. Because it felt so good.

He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them, hitting that spot deep inside that made her see stars.

Her body convulsed, her back arching, her fingers clawing at his thighs. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, milk sloshing inside them, leaking from her nipples.

"Mika—I’m going to—"

"Do it." He commanded. "Squirt for me, Fauna. Cover yourself in it. Let your sisters hear you scream."

Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came—a powerful, gushing orgasm that shot across the room, joining the milk on the wall.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Her body shook, convulsing, and he held her through it, his fingers still buried inside her, his other hand still squeezing her breast.

Milk and arousal dripped down the wall, mingling on the floor.

They were both panting.

Fauna then turned her head and kissed him. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her mouth tasting of milk and him.

They rolled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat and desire, and Mika buried his face in her breasts again.

He suckled gently, making love to her with his mouth. Not rough, not demanding—just tender, devoted, as if she were something sacred.

Fauna held his head, her fingers threading through his hair, stroking his scalp.

"Suck it, Mika. Suck your mommy’s nipples. They’re all for you, you know. No one else’s. Just yours"

She squeezed her breasts, pushing more milk into his mouth and he drank greedily, swallowing, moaning against her skin.

"Drink it all." She whispered. "Every single drop. Because seeing you like this, knowing you want me this much, it makes me so happy, Mika. So happy I could cry!"

This boy that she had raised, that she had fed from these very breasts, was now her lover, her son, her everything.

"I love you." She whispered. "I love you so much, baby boy!"

He smiled against her skin. "I know."

He suckled and kissed and worshipped her breasts, and she held him close, and for a long, beautiful moment, nothing else existed.

Not the bombs. Not the cult. Not her sisters waiting outside.

Just them.

—

Outside the hospital room, Yelena was on cloud nine. She hummed a cheerful tune to herself, practically bouncing on her heels.

Nadia, on the other hand, was a storm of conflicting emotions.

Her mind raced like a caged animal, darting from one thought to another with desperate speed.

The first emotion, of course, was fear.

She knew it was only a matter of time before Mika called her inside. She could feel the inevitability of it like an approaching storm.

And when he did call her, they would be alone. Just the two of them in that room where he had already been intimate with two other women.

She didn’t doubt for a moment that he would do something to her.

But that wasn’t quite the source of her fear.

No, the true source of her anxiety was the memory of how he had looked at her while Cecilia was on her knees before him.

How his eyes had sought her out specifically, as if he was deliberately ensuring she witnessed every moment.

It wasn’t her imagination—Nadia was observant by nature, trained by centuries of conflict to read the smallest details in others’ behavior.

And she had absolutely, positively felt the weight of his attention focusing on her during that moment,

As if he were telling her: Watch. This is for you. This is what I can do. This is what I will do to you.

The thought made her face flush with embarrassment so intense she had to look away from Yelena.

Her cheeks burned. Her ears burned. Even her neck felt hot.

And with that alone, she believed that Mika was going to do something naughty to her next and she couldn’t help but think about what was she going to do?

Should she refuse?

Should she go along with it?

Should she ask one of her sisters to come with her, so Mika wouldn’t dare try anything?

Her mind churned through possibilities, discarding each one as quickly as it appeared.

But there was another emotion fighting for dominance, one that horrified her even more than her fear.

Excitement.

She was excited. Giddy, even. A part of her, a dark shameful part was genuinely curious about what Mika would do to her.

How he would touch her. Where he would touch her.

Would his hands find their way under her dress?

Would he—

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force the thoughts away.

But she couldn’t stop. The images played in her mind like a film she couldn’t turn off.

She kept thinking about the kiss. That kiss, high in the sky, when he had held her face and pressed his lips to hers with such intensity, such passion.

There was no playfulness there. No excuse.

That was not a son kissing his mother. That was a man kissing a woman.

And then the fingering. The groping. The way he had made her squirt in front of everyone without anyone knowing.

Each time, he had pushed a little further, taken a little more, leaving her breathless and confused and desperately wanting more.

It sent shivers down her spine.

She hated herself for these thoughts. She absolutely despised the direction her mind kept wandering.

The very foundation of moral decency screamed that these feelings were wrong, abhorrent, utterly unacceptable.

And yet the thoughts refused to leave her mind.

Because every rational argument she tried to construct came back to the same inescapable truth:

Mika wasn’t thinking of her as a mother anymore.

The evidence was overwhelming. Everything he did was filled with a romantic intent that couldn’t be explained away or rationalized into innocence.

The only logical conclusion was that Mika saw her differently now. As a woman. As a potential lover rather than a parental figure.

And instead of being horrified by this realization, Nadia found herself fascinated by it.

What would he do if there were no relationship between them? If they were simply two unrelated adults meeting for the first time? How would he treat her then? What boundaries would he push?

The dirty thoughts cascaded through her mind one after another, each one more transgressive than the last.

She knew it was wrong. She knew she should be disgusted with herself.

And yet a part of her, a part that was growing larger and more insistent with each passing moment desperately wanted to know the answer.

How would he take her? Would he be gentle? Rough?

Would he whisper things in her ear, the way he had whispered to Cecilia? Would he make her beg?

She imagined his massive cock, that terrifying, beautiful thing sliding inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.

Would she scream? Would she cry?

Would her emotions explode, leveling the building, the city, the entire continent?

Or would she simply...surrender? Let go? Become his in every sense of the word?

The thought made her shiver.

She was still lost in these fantasies when the door finally opened.

Fauna emerged.

Nadia’s head snapped up, and she immediately noticed something odd.

Fauna looked...radiant.

Her face was flushed, her eyes bright, her lips slightly swollen. Her hair was a mess—tangled, disheveled, like she had been rolling around in bed.

Yelena noticed too. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"Why do you look such a mess, Fauna?" She asked, her voice dripping with false innocence. "I mean, you’re already quite a mess normally, and there’s nothing you can do about that."

She smirked. "But still...why do you look completely disoriented right now?"

Fauna didn’t panic. Instead, a smug smile spread across her face.

"I was just wrestling with Mika." She said.

Yelena raised her eyebrows. "Wrestling?"

Fauna nodded proudly.

"I was so angry with him that I wanted to put him in a chokehold and make him submit to his mother."

She tossed her hair. "So we wrestled on the bed. It was a really intense battle, very dramatic. But in the end, I won."

She wasn’t technically wrong. They had wrestled.

Just...naked.

And instead of chokeholds, Mika had buried his face between her legs, his tongue plunging deep into her while she squirted uncontrollably.

She had taken his cock into her throat, swallowing every drop, while he groaned and called her name.

They had exchanged fluids. They had kissed. They had made pure, sweet, forbidden love.

Several times, she had almost asked him to put it inside her, to push that massive thing into her pussy and claim her completely.

But each time, she had held back. That was a line she couldn’t cross. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

But the memory of what they had done, the taste of him, the feel of his tongue, the knowledge that both of her sisters were waiting just outside, still made her thighs clench.

Yelena rolled her eyes. "Wrestling. Sure."

Fauna just smiled. She didn’t need to explain herself.

She had her secrets. And right now, she was feeling very, very satisfied.

Nadia, however, was not interested in Fauna’s excuses.

"My turn." She said.

She strode toward the door before Fauna could stop her and closed the door.

—

The first thing that hit her was the smell.

Nadia’s nose scrunched up in confusion and disorientation.

The air was suffused with a scent that was simultaneously familiar and strange.

Something that triggered deep memories but felt out of place in this setting.

She looked down at her own chest, and suddenly she realized.

Breast milk!

The room smelled overwhelmingly of breast milk.

She had fed her own daughter every day when she was a baby; she knew that scent better than almost any other.

It was rich, sweet, slightly musky.

But why would a hospital room smell like breast milk? And why so intensely, as if someone had drenched the entire space in it?