Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 587 Tender [R-18]

Vritra shared a few intense hours with Yasmine, leaving the dragoness utterly satisfied and much more relaxed.

They lingered in each other's arms on the bed a while longer before she returned to her training session.

An hour remained until evening fell, and Vritra pondered heading outside when his mother emerged from her room, opting for a short rest.

"Mom, you haven't run into any issues, have you?" Vritra inquired as soon as he spotted her, having just finished getting dressed.

"None whatsoever, sweetie. Heading out somewhere?" Vanessa replied, settling onto the bed and patting her lap invitingly, a warm smile directed at him.

In short order, Vritra reclined with his head nestled on her plush thighs, while she tenderly stroked his hair with her fingertips.

Yet her generous chest fully obscured the view of her lovely features, those impressive curves so full and yielding.

Vanessa wove her fingers through his, gripping his hand firmly, before bending forward to brush her crimson lips against his own.

"Tomorrow, your true self gets unveiled to the world, doesn't it?" she murmured, her substantial breasts settling atop his face, allowing him to sense their tender warmth even through the fabric separating them.

"Hmmm." Vritra murmured in agreement, his mind burning with the urge to eliminate numerous foes, particularly those involved in the conflict waged against him.

Vanessa held back briefly before teasing in a lighthearted tone: "Sweetie, care to give it a go?"

Though she offered no clarification on her words, Vritra grasped the implication right away. Unable to resist, he responded: "Sure."

Silently, Vanessa elegantly removed her top garments, and in mere seconds, her breasts bounced into view, their creamy pale flesh now flush against his cheek.

Next, she cupped her left breast, guiding the nipple toward Vritra's mouth, where his lips eagerly parted to capture the delicate pink bud.

Once released, the full heft of her breast draped across his face, molding gently to its contours.

SLURP

Vritra immediately began nursing at her nipple with fervor. Naturally, no milk flowed at the outset, yet he persisted, teasing it with gentle bites and swirling licks from his tongue.

Soft whimpers escaped Vanessa despite herself, her breaths growing rapid as she sensed her son's eager mouth devouring her nipple.

At last, Vanessa voiced some of her lingering concerns: "What do you intend to do about the Yates?"

Vritra maintained the nipple between his lips, answering in a garbled voice: "Things are fine as they stand, I'll simply allow them to keep believing it, I don't wish to cause them pain."

In truth, their child lived on in a sense, merged as an aspect within Vritra himself.

Attachment to this world meant little to him, particularly following that brutal war, though time spent among the Yates family had begun to foster a touch of affection for them.

"That's reassuring, haa, but won't the truth dawn on them once your identity comes out?" Vanessa said, drawing a sharp inhale as he nursed with greater intensity.

Before long, Vritra's tongue flicked and prodded the nipple's peak, bringing a hint of sweetness as initial droplets of her warm milk began to seep forth.

He ramped up the suction, drawing more forcefully, until streams of heated milk gushed into his mouth, its rich, fragrant essence overwhelming his senses with pure delight.

Unable to resist, he nipped ever so slightly with his teeth, eliciting a sharp intake from his mother.

SLURP

GULP GULP

As he swallowed, his words grew even more indistinct, only emerging after he'd savored a few gulps of her delectable milk.

"I can handle that."

"Okay sweetie, I'm pleased with how you're thinking." After a pause, she inquired: "And the Ford family? Are you set on wiping them all out?"

Vritra concentrated intently on the stiffening pink nipple, his eyes shut tight.

He had initially aimed to eliminate at least the powerful figures in the family due to Sir Giant's deeds.

However, Teresa now gave him pause. With her as his partner, her emotions demanded consideration as well.

Rich counted as a close ally too, leading him to spare the bulk of the family, though Sir Giant surely warranted harsher reckoning.

During the wedding, he'd ensure the elder endured the very agony and powerlessness he'd once suffered—that sufficed for the moment.

That is, barring any unprovoked aggression from their side.

"I won't kill them." He halted briefly, shifting the nipple aside to his lip's edge before speaking.

Then he resumed, relishing the exquisite flavor of his mother's scalding sweet milk.

"Hmm…" Vanessa acknowledged with a nod, agreeing he'd chosen wisely.

They kept chatting a tad longer, with Vanessa carrying the bulk of the conversation.

Vritra largely responded with hums or head shakes, causing her breast to quiver lightly.

This sight drew a delighted chuckle from Vanessa, even as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

His tongue and teeth kept teasing her nipple relentlessly, igniting a fiery heat within her.

With ongoing suction, more milk surged from her breast, overwhelming his mouth in a torrent.

Vritra relished every bit, delighting in the cozy flow tracing down his throat to pool in his stomach, radiating warmth throughout his core.

He nursed on until the nipple flushed crimson and ached, depleting her breast entirely, before switching sides to claim the other nipple.

Thus, the pair kept conversing. When Vritra concluded, both burned with evident desire.

Though he'd indulged multiple rounds with Yasmine not long before, this prolonged attention to her chest had him rigidly aroused once more.

They discarded their attire swiftly and pulled close, sealing their mouths in a fervent, misty kiss, with tongues dancing between them.

Wasting no moment, Vritra thrust into her, and they lost themselves in passion for hours on end.

As fatigue began to claim Vanessa, they ceased and nestled together, holding tight in tender embrace.

Their bodies clung intimately, his features immersed in her yielding breasts while Vanessa affectionately traced her fingers along her son's spine.

In all honesty, Vanessa and Yasmine stood as the women who soothed Vritra most profoundly, enveloped in that seasoned, comforting presence.

Conversations with them always eased his burdens, their empathy boundless.

'Diana's grown into that role as well, maturing considerably.' Vritra mused inwardly, envisioning the stunning visage of the goddess.

Yet he cherished the mischievous, teasing vibe from the demoness too. Maeve remained unchanged, her charm utterly captivating to him.

His mind wandered next to Yennefer, yearning for her swift return—he ached to gaze upon her, to enfold her in his arms.

Vritra and Vanessa stayed intertwined a while more.

Eventually, they rose and slipped back into their clothes.

"Sweetie, I'm heading back to train now." She planted a kiss on his lips, beaming brightly as she exited the room.

Vritra glanced through the window to find night had descended, the clock showing well after midnight.

He'd earlier fretted over passing the solitary hours, yet time had slipped away unnoticed.

The wedding loomed for the morrow, though one task demanded his attention beforehand.

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