We began walking toward the village, the winding dirt road stretching five to ten kilometers ahead under the orange glow of the setting sun.
After a few quiet minutes, my voice came out small and shaky. "Mom… I'm scared."
Sofia didn't hesitate. She reached over and took my hand, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Her palm was warm and steady against my clammy skin.
I swallowed hard and kept talking, the fear pouring out faster now. "If a Level 0 rabbit was already that strong… this world must be way more dangerous than we thought. Just imagine if Level 1 or Level 2 people decide to bully us. We'd be completely helpless. And even worse… what if they try to do something horrible to you?"
The terrifying images flooded my mind. My stomach twisted violently. I stopped walking altogether, feet rooted to the dirt, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
Sofia slowed to a stop beside me and let out a soft sigh. She crossed her arms under her heavy chest and simply waited, watching me with calm but firm eyes.
"Mother… do we really have to go to the village?" I asked, voice trembling with fear. "Can't we just live in the forest? We can hunt animals and survive on our own…"
She didn't reply. She just stood there, arms crossed, waiting for me to hear how childish it sounded.
I stared at the ground for a long moment, then let out a defeated sigh. *Who am I kidding? It's impossible.*
Sofia stepped closer, grabbed my arm firmly but gently, and started walking again, pulling me along with her.
"We should join some kind of organization or guild as soon as possible," she said quietly. "It's the fastest way to get protection in this world."
I nodded silently, head bowed low, and simply followed her lead down the long dirt road.
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A few minutes of torturous walking later, every muscle in my body was screaming. My legs felt like they were about to give out beneath me. I stopped dead on the dirt road, panting hard.
"Mom… I can't take this anymore."
Sofia sighed, turning to face me with that calm, knowing look. "Liam, look — I'm perfectly fine. It's only a few more kilometres."
I shot her a glare, sweat dripping down my face. "You're fine because of that stupid warrior loophole. You don't burn any energy swinging that sword. Meanwhile I'm dying here."
A dangerous, wicked little smile curved her full lips. She stepped closer — so close her heavy breasts nearly brushed my chest through the thin fabric of her dress. Her deep blue eyes locked onto mine with pure heat.
"You asked me to marry you, didn't you?" she whispered, voice low and dripping with seduction. Her warm breath ghosted across my lips. "That means I'm never going to run out of stamina… especially not in bed."
She leaned in even closer, lips almost touching my ear.
"I'm going to drain you completely, little husband. Every last drop."
Then she slowly licked her lips — tongue gliding wet and deliberate over that plump lower lip, leaving it glistening.
A cold shiver raced straight down my spine. At the same time my cock twitched hard in my trousers, half from fear, half from raw, aching arousal. Heat flooded my face and groin.
God help me…
My mother is going to be the most dangerous person in this entire world.*
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After what felt like an eternity of grueling, leg-burning walking, the road finally curved gently over a shallow rise — and there it was.
A medium-sized roadside inn stood alone beside the path, its dark timber frame and pale plaster walls glowing warmly in the last light of dusk. Smoke curled lazily from a stone chimney, carrying the rich scent of roasted meat, woodsmoke, and fresh-baked bread that made my empty stomach clench. The steep shingled roof was weathered but solid, and a wooden sign creaked softly in the evening breeze — a faded carving of a tankard and a resting horse swinging above the door.
Warm orange light spilled from the small windows, cutting through the deepening twilight like a quiet promise of safety and rest. A small stable and water trough sat beside the building, with only one tired mule tied to the hitching post. It wasn't grand or bustling, but it felt sturdy. Real.
Sofia slowed her pace just a little, her sharp blue eyes scanning the place carefully.
*An inn meant information… and witnesses.*
We were still about five hundred meters away when the sight finally hit me. A huge sigh of relief rushed out of my lungs. I was panting like a dying ox, sweat soaking through my new tunic, legs trembling with every step.
"Mom… Mom…" I gasped, voice hoarse. "I'm thirsty. I need some water."
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My sweet boy was panting like he'd run a marathon, face flushed, chest heaving, legs barely holding him up as he begged for water. My heart twisted — not with pity, but with that deep, aching need to take care of him. To give him exactly what he needed, right here, right now.
I stepped in front of him slowly, blocking the road with my body. He lifted his head, exhausted eyes glassy. The moment he saw me, his hands reached out and grabbed my waist for support, fingers digging into the soft wool of my dress. Our waists pressed flush together. I felt it immediately — the thick, heavy twitch of his cock against my lower belly, already half-hard even though he was dead on his feet. Good boy.
I didn't say a word at first.
I simply gathered every drop of warm saliva I could, letting it pool thick and heavy on my tongue until my mouth was full — slick, slippery, and warm from how turned on I already was. My pussy throbbed at the filthy thought of what I was about to do.
"Baby," I whispered, voice low and sweet, "open your mouth."
He was too tired to question it. His lips parted obediently, pink tongue just visible, eyes hazy with exhaustion and trust.
I leaned in close, one hand gently cradling the back of his head, the other sliding down to grip his ass and pull him tighter against me. Our mouths met — not in a kiss, but something much dirtier. I tilted my head and let it all flow.
Thick, warm strands of my saliva poured straight from my tongue into his open mouth in heavy, wet ropes. I made sure every single drop went in — slow and deliberate, pushing more out with my tongue, letting it coat his lips and drip onto his waiting tongue. The wet, obscene sound of it sliding between us filled the quiet evening air.
"Swallow, baby," I murmured against his lips, voice husky. "All of it. Mommy's giving you everything."
He gulped greedily — once, twice, three times — throat working visibly as he drank every thick, warm mouthful of my spit like it was the most precious thing in the world. I could feel his cock twitch and throb hard against my body with each swallow, growing even stiffer. A tiny, helpless moan vibrated against my lips.
I kept feeding him until my mouth was empty, then licked the last glistening strand from his lower lip and pushed it inside with my tongue.
"There… all better now?" I purred, still holding him close, my heavy breasts pressed against his chest, my soaked pussy aching between my thighs. "Mommy will always take care of you. Always."
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