“What the actual f-?! Behave yourself, damned woman! I’m not into that!” Luminara yelped, jolting upright as much as Quinlan’s grip on her nipples allowed, her eyes snapping to Mearie.
“It’s not that, you silly grass eater! In our overindulgence, we forgot something very important!” Mearie cried with wide-open eyes.
Luminara blinked in shock, still wincing slightly from the hard slap her generous backside had just received. “What do you mean?”
But the words caught in her throat.
As her gaze darted between Mearie’s alarmed face and the blissfully greedy son of theirs currently latched onto her sensitive nipple, her own eyes flew wide. Her mouth formed a perfect little o as she gasped in realization.
Her head bobbed comically between Mearie and Quinlan once… twice… three times… then she blurted:
“The story!! We forgot his storytime!!”
Mearie nodded rapidly, curls bouncing. “Right, right!! We got so caught up in getting milked, we didn’t let him finish telling us about his trial!”
As one, both mothers whipped their gazes down at Quinlan, who remained utterly unbothered, eyes closed, expression serene. His powerful arms still cradled them close, his large palms gently massaging their soft, round butts, wordlessly urging them to stay put.
And as if in response to the topic of their conversation, with deliberate mischief, he amplified the volume of his sucking.
*Schluuuurp… schluuuurp… schluuuuuurp!!*
The wet, obscene sounds filled the room stronger than ever.
Mearie’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she squirmed helplessly under his firm grip. “Q-Quinnie!! We need to hear the rest of your story! Just what happened to you for such a profound change to have undergone?!”
“Y-Yes!” Luminara chimed in, voice breathy and flustered. “You… you can’t just leave your poor mothers hanging like this! You can finish getting your fill afterward!”
Their adorable pleas were met with one half-lidded, unimpressed glance from their son, equal parts smug and indulgent.
And then *sluuuuuurp!!!* he doubled down once more.
Wordlessly declaring: Hell no.
Mearie whimpered softly. “He… he’s ignoring us on purpose…”
“What a greedy boy… Just how much can he drink before he gets full…? It’s as if his stomach is a bottomless pit when it comes to storing our milk!” Luminara whimpered, squirming again as the intense suckling sent shivers down her spine.
Another round of synchronized sighs escaped the pair, their maternal hearts fluttering with love and helpless affection. Despite their words, neither of the pair could’ve been one bit happier about the situation, evidenced by their giant, motherly smiles and tender eyes.
“Well… what do we do now?” Mearie asked breathlessly, biting her lip, trying her best not to orgasm for the umpteenth time.
“We… we let him drink as much as he wants, of course…” Luminara murmured, stroking his hair gently once more. “We should gather our information using ‘that…'”
“Right! Then Quinnie can continue his meal, and we don’t have to die from curiosity due to ‘someone’ refusing to tell us just what happened!!” Miri slapped her forehead as she realized she’d forgotten the obvious solution to their problem.
Without another word, both mothers leaned forward in perfect synchrony, lovingly planting their smooth, warm foreheads against Quinlan’s.
Their skin met his, and with a soft hum of familial magic, the subtle link between them formed instantly.
Quinlan, eyes still closed, smiled softly around his mouthful and gently guided the connection, welcoming them into the stream of his memories.
The obscene suckling sounds continued unabated, but now… beneath the surface of that simple act, a far more profound exchange began to take place.
Through his mind’s eye, with his mothers nestled so intimately close, Quinlan began to share:
How he had been deemed too reliant on his magic and placed into a world where no magic nor classes worked. Forced to learn martial arts with nothing but raw strength and skill.
Both mothers nodded faintly, finding it reasonable. Their foreheads remained pressed against his, breaths shallow as they absorbed each image.
Next came how the moment he landed, he heard a girl screaming for help, and how she had been pursued by a would-be rapist. How he’d killed the man and saved the girl, who turned out to be a cheeky, smug little creature.
Mearie and Luminara giggled faintly through the link, thighs brushing tighter against his hips, their motherly pride flaring warmly through the bond. Their soft lips kissed at his temples in agreement and approval of their awesome son’s actions.
Then how he and Feng together entered the outer city and encountered Rykar. How Rykar began training them under his brutal tutelage, driving them to embrace building proper foundations instead of rushing their cultivation journey.
It’s safe to say that the old man’s wisdom saved Quinlan’s life in the end; his sturdy foundation was what allowed him to push through the breakthrough when he was forced to.
Next, he showed his mothers Rykar’s betrayal that struck them both with shock, and how they’d found themselves imprisoned by Serika afterward.
At this, both mothers stiffened in his arms, the faintest growl of protective instinct rolling free from their chests.
Then, how, against all odds, they escaped Serika’s prison, using Quinlan’s budding grasp of the elements and Feng’s cunning ploys. How they infiltrated Feng’s own clan’s treasury and stole precious elemental essences so that he could become the Avatar in full.
How Serika herself found them afterward, guilt-stricken and sincere, and truly apologized.
Here, Mearie blinked several times, a surprised little sound escaping her throat. Luminara’s elegant brows rose high, her body unconsciously trembling faintly in Quinlan’s grasp.
Both mothers seemed impressed by Serika’s sincerity; they especially seemed to like how the tanned woman not only apologized to Quinlan but to Feng as well, even though the teenage girl was quite unimportant in the grand scheme of things, unlike their son, who at this point was recognized as the prophesied Avatar. A more scheming woman would’ve only apologized to him.
Next came the training spree by the Sovereigns themselves. How he came to understand true elemental alignment and emotional embodiment.
How the invader arrived, none other than a literal corrupted god, working together with Nalai to stage a coup against the world itself.
How he battled the god, drew upon every ounce of his newfound power… and defeated the divine being in a climactic battle.
How this victory resulted in him gaining an overwhelming new class and two terrifyingly potent Concept Seeds: one of the Elements… and one of Corruption.
And finally… how his soul, initially incapable of housing such vast and contradictory forces, was forcefully expanded. How, even now… he was housing people within his soul realm itself.
As this last truth echoed through their linked minds, both mothers visibly paled.
The warm flush in their cheeks drained rapidly.
Their thighs, which had been languidly resting atop his legs, now pressed down tight in a subconscious reflex, grounding themselves against what they were learning.
Their breath caught.
Their eyes, previously soft and glazed with bliss, now widened in barely-contained alarm.
“Q-Q-Quinnie…!” Mearie whispered faintly against his temple, voice trembling. “You… y-you’re housing the trial people inside yourself…? You brought them home with you?!”
Luminara’s voice was equally shaken, her fingers unconsciously tightening in his hair. “A god… concept seeds… housing mortals within your soul…?!”
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