NOVEL NEXT Chapter 74: Weak...
Hearing her words, Ethan felt a cold weight settle in his heart.
'Weak…' he muttered in his mind. The words echoed.
He'd heard them before. Mia had told him something similar back then—words that had stung, words that had made him vow never to be weak again. Never to be in a position where people had to sacrifice themselves for him. And yet… here he was again. In the body of a newborn dragon. Helpless. Weak. Still having to listen to such painful words.
'Even in the body of a dragon… I'm still weak…' he thought bitterly. He clenched his inner fists, even as his dragon body continued suckling against his will. Not that it was his fault, he was actually trying his best but most things that happen ms are usually out of his control.
But then— His eyes widened in realization.
Even though this dragon was newborn, without even awakening properly… its raw strength already rivaled a Rank 3 Dire Beast. Rank 3… without awakening! That was insane! Unbelievable!
'Just how strong will this body be… once it awakens?' Ethan thought, his heart pounding.
The potential was terrifying. If a baby dragon like this could match beasts that terrorized entire regions… then once fully grown, what rank would it reach?' His mind spun with possibilities.
But there was no time to get lost in those thoughts — because Aephyra's soft, swollen nipple was still in his mouth, and the dragon's instincts refused to stop drinking. Warm, rich milk kept flowing into his throat, sweet and slightly thick, filling the dragon's newborn body with nourishing heat. Her soft, breathy moans continued in the background, faint but undeniably sensual, and the weight of destiny pressed heavier with every passing second.
Ethan could only watch helplessly, feeling the humiliating yet strangely mesmerizing sensation of suckling from a woman who wasn't even his real mother. The sheer warmth of her skin, the tender way her fingers stroked his scaly head, and the way her enormous breast seemed to completely cover his muzzle made the entire experience surreal.
His mind screamed at the absurdity, but his dragon body — or rather, the soul of the real Kaeryx — latched on harder, desperate to draw out every last drop.
Soon, the dragon's thirst was briefly quenched. The once heavy flow of milk began to slow until only faint drops trickled out. The breast, which had been so plump and tight just moments ago, now looked a little softer, lighter — slightly deflated from the feeding. The pink, swollen nipple, glistening with traces of saliva and milk, stood firm yet tender from the dragon's relentless suckling.
Kaeryx made a weird, pitiful whine as he pulled back slightly, his golden eyes flicking toward Aephyra's other breast — full, round, and untouched. The desire in his gaze was primal, needy. The infant dragon didn't have words, but his instincts were loud and clear. It wanted more!
Aephyra chuckled softly, her smile filled with warmth and a mother's infinite patience. She traced lazy circles on the dragon's broad snout with her delicate fingers, soothing him even as she adjusted her posture. With her other hand, she gently lifted her softened breast and slipped it back into the bra-like garment that struggled to contain her curves. The fabric stretched tightly as she tucked herself back in, her fingers working with practiced ease.
As she did, her voice flowed like a calming breeze. "You're quite fast. Almost as if you know how little time you have and want to make the most of it. It's barely been a minute and a half, and you're already done with the first half of your food..."
Ethan, trapped in the background of this shared body, could only gulp. His throat was dry, his thoughts scrambled. She was... stunning. There was no denying that. Her body — soft and yet powerful — was like a masterpiece of temptation and strength. But that wasn't supposed to be his focus right now. And yet, no matter how much he told himself that, his playboy instincts — long dormant under the weight of his ambitions of getting stronger— had kicked in full force.
'Shit...' he thought, trying to look away. But there was no closing his eyes, not in this state where he has no control over the body but could feel and see anything. And honestly, why should he? A sight this intimate, this forbidden, was rare, even for someone like him. His mind warred with itself, but his gaze stayed locked.
Aephyra, still smiling softly, shifted her weight and brought out her other breast. This one was even fuller, the heavy orb swaying slightly before she steadied it with her hand. The nipple was already swollen, as if ready for her son's hungry maw. Without hesitation, she guided it to the dragon's mouth.
Kaeryx lunged eagerly, his instincts overwhelming. He clamped down with a force that made Ethan internally wince, but Aephyra showed no pain — only joy, her eyes shining with maternal love. Warm milk surged again, flowing in great streams as the dragon greedily drank. The sound of gulping filled the quiet space, accompanied by her soft sighs of relief and affection.
Time blurred as the dragon fed, draining her second breast with the same fierce urgency. His massive head nudged her closer, desperate to milk every last drop. Her body responded, letting down the milk faster until, once again, the flow slowed. The once-gleaming breast softened visibly, the swollen nipple now puffy and sensitive, redder than before from the intense suckling.
Aephyra spent the last moments gently caressing his snout, her touch light but lingering, as if memorizing the shape of her child's face with her fingertips. Her eyes, bright with love, shimmered faintly with unshed tears. In mere seconds, the five-minute limit she had set for herself had come to an end.
With perfect efficiency, she adjusted her bra, containing her now slightly tender breasts, and stood up. A shift occurred — one that made Ethan's dragon senses tingle. Aephyra summoned her scales without a flicker of hesitation.