"I'm exhausted!"
Sol tossed himself onto his bed after drying himself off, feeling the mattress gently ease away his aches and slowly clear his weary mind. The day had taken a heavier toll than usual, likely because his unsettling conversation with Aunt Lilith had lingered, leaving him anxious about whatever the future might hold. After finishing his training with Ares, he was subjected to tedious lectures to prepare for kingship, draining him both physically and mentally more than ever before in this life.
So spent, he'd chosen a solitary shower to restore himself—though the temptation to collapse immediately into sleep was strong, he knew he couldn't ignore his own accumulated odor. The bath revived him enough to finally consider rest.
Just as he drifted toward sleep, a knock broke his peace.
'Who could be visiting at such a late hour?'
"The door's open. Please, come in."
A voluptuous maid entered, moving with quiet poise, and bowed deeply. Sol's tired gaze recognized Milia, the palace's head maid, a person he trusted.
"So what brings you here so late, Milia?"
He propped himself up, lids heavy from fatigue.
"Her Majesty mentioned your morning conversation," Milia replied.
Sol nodded, recalling Aunt Lilith's advice to seek Milia's guidance on matters of romance—specifically, on interacting with women beyond the nobility. Embarrassed yet sincere, he asked for advice, admitting his inexperience.
Milia, her demeanor shifting from reserved to suggestive, approached with an almost predatory grace.
"I have plenty of experience to guide you, and Her Majesty requested that your first encounter be with someone seasoned."
As she advanced, Sol's suspicion blossomed into reality when Milia pressed him gently onto the bed. Her question—was he unwilling to be with an older woman—left him nervous, overtaken by anticipation.
He admitted his attraction, but would never force her. Milia reassured him, emphasizing her genuine desire to be with him, and her duty to offer comfort. Her words were accompanied by an unmistakable sensual intent as she reached the bed, knelt, and began to pleasure him through his trousers, her touch igniting desire and embarrassment. She skillfully undressed him, her reaction to his size a mix of surprise and intrigue.
Maintaining her professional composure, Milia used her hands to arouse him and reassured him of her sincerity even as doubts crept in about her desirability. Sol quickly corrected her, expressing his appreciation and readiness.
A bright smile washed away her earlier sadness, and she revealed her ample breasts, inviting his gaze and pleasure. She pressed Sol's aroused member between her breasts, stimulating him with practiced movements. As the passion increased, Milia's breasts began to lactate, providing lubrication and heightening the sensation for both.
Sol's thoughts briefly wandered to childhood memories, deepening the forbidden pleasure. Unable to resist, he surrendered to the experience, culminating in a powerful release as Milia accepted and enjoyed the moment.
Despite the climax, Sol's body remained primed, and Milia was eager to continue—suggesting that the night's true excitement was only just beginning.