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.

An hour remained until evening fell, and Vritra pondered heading outside when his mother entered the room, choosing to pause her own practice.

"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, placing his head upon 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 large and yielding.

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

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

"Hmmm." Vritra murmured in agreement, his mind burning with the urge to eliminate countless foes, particularly those who'd fought against him in the conflict.

Vanessa hesitated briefly, then queried in a teasing tone: "Sweetie, care to give it a go?"

Though she offered no clarification, Vritra grasped her intent immediately. Unable to resist, he responded: "Sure."

Silently, Vanessa elegantly removed her top garments, and in mere seconds, her breasts bounced loose, their silky fair skin now flush against his cheek.

Next, she cupped her left breast, guiding the nipple to Vritra's mouth, where his lips opened to envelop the delicate pink bud.

Releasing her hold, the full heft of the breast draped across his face, its form yielding gently under the pressure.

SLURP

At once, Vritra began nursing at her nipple. Naturally, no milk flowed initially, yet he persisted, teasing it with gentle bites and swirling licks from his tongue.

Vanessa found herself emitting soft moans, her breaths growing rapid as she sensed her son's eager mouth devouring her nipple.

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

Vritra retained the nipple between his lips, answering in a garbled voice: "It's okay like this; I'll allow them their beliefs, no need to cause them pain."

In truth, their child lived on in a sense, merged into Vritra's being.

Little tied him to this world anymore, not after the war's horrors, though time with the Yates had sparked a budding affection for them.

"That's wise, haa, but won't the truth dawn on them once your identity emerges?" Vanessa said, drawing a sharp breath as his suction intensified.

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

He suckled with greater speed and force, and shortly, streams of heated milk gushed into his mouth, its rich, fragrant essence overwhelming his senses with pure delight.

Unavoidably, he nipped ever so slightly with his teeth, drawing a sharp intake from his mother.

SLURP

GULP GULP

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

"I can handle that."

"Very well, sweetie, I approve of your choice." Moments later, she inquired: "And the Ford family? Planning to wipe them out entirely?"

Vritra concentrated deeper on her stiffening pink nipple, lids shut tight.

At first, he'd aimed to eliminate the family's powerhouses over Sir Giant's deeds.

Yet hesitation crept in now, thanks to Teresa. With her as his partner, her emotions demanded consideration.

Rich counted as a friend as well, leading him to spare the bulk of the clan, though Sir Giant still warranted harsher reckoning.

During the wedding, he'd ensure the elder tasted the very agony and powerlessness he'd endured—that sufficed for the present.

That is, barring any unprovoked aggression from their side.

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

Then he resumed, relishing the exquisite flavor of his mother's warm, sugary milk.

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

They kept chatting a bit more, with Vanessa carrying the conversation mostly.

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

At the sight, Vanessa let out a light laugh, pleasure coursing through her.

His tongue and teeth kept teasing her nipple relentlessly, igniting waves of heat within her.

With ongoing suction, more milk poured from her breast, overwhelming his mouth.

Vritra relished every bit, the cozy liquid sliding down his throat to pool in his stomach, igniting a fiery glow inside.

He nursed on until the nipple flushed red and tender, her breast drained dry, before switching sides to claim the other nipple.

Thus, mother and son persisted in their discussion. When Vritra concluded, arousal had thoroughly stirred them both.

He'd already shared multiple rounds with Yasmine that day, but prolonged nursing had him rigid once more.

They discarded their attire swiftly, drawing into a fierce embrace, lips locking in a fervent, misty kiss as tongues danced between mouths.

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

As fatigue began to weigh on Vanessa, they ceased and stayed wrapped in each other's hold, nestling close.

Their bodies clung skin to skin, his features nestled into her yielding breasts while Vanessa affectionately stroked her son's back.

In all honesty, Vanessa and Yasmine stood as the women who soothed Vritra most deeply, their poised maturity enveloping him.

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

'Diana's grown into that role too, maturing remarkably.' Vritra mused, the goddess's stunning visage surfacing in his thoughts.

Still, he cherished the mischievous, impish vibe from the demoness. Maeve remained unchanged, her charm irresistible to him.

His mind wandered next to Yennefer, yearning for her swift return—he ached to behold and embrace her fiercely.

Vritra and Vanessa stayed intertwined a touch longer.

Eventually, they rose and clothed themselves.

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

Vritra gazed through the window, finding night had descended; the clock showed past midnight.

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

Tomorrow brought the wedding, though one task beckoned him beforehand.

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