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"In the name of Lucilis, the Goddess of Light, protector of Northland Lucadia, guardian of a thousand years, the greatest archmage, Lady Jessica…"
The attendant almost choked as he recited the visitor's long title, and only after hearing it did Prince Inis finally breathe a sigh of relief; she had come after all. For so many years she had cared for the descendants of Sarando; if she hadn't appeared on such an occasion, it would inevitably lead to some strange associations. Perhaps, for example, an archmage who had been conceived. A cold smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
Beneath her high, glossy black hair was a face as noble and beautiful as a lily. Lady Jessica's elegant figure caused a stir among the guests as soon as she appeared at the entrance of the palace's main hall.
The guardian of the continent… The Archmage, and also the representative of the Goddess of Light, Lucilis, retained the unique allure of a mature thirty-year-old woman despite the passage of a thousand years. A thin red, form-fitting dress with gold stripes clung to her tall figure, making her appear even taller than the Prince. Her long, shapely thighs were completely encased in white stockings, with only a glimpse of her fair upper thighs peeking out from the high slit of the dress.
This attire alone was enough to arouse the sanctimonious gentlemen present. He secretly chuckled at the Duke of Calradia and Chancellor Barthel, who were barely maintaining their composure, as well as the group of barons eager to invite him to dance.
Taking advantage of a trip to the long table for food, the Prince's gaze swept past the talkative Countess Catherine. His broad shoulders surveyed the archmage on the other side of the dance floor. Her tall, elegant figure stood out like a white crane amidst the pretentious southern noblewomen.
He noticed her abdomen was still perfectly flat, showing no sign of pregnancy. It seemed the archmage, who had supposedly been forcibly conceived by a demon, had preserved her precious chastity before those tentacles, just like the goddess of light she prayed to, Lucilise. Or, if the information Khaki had given him was true, the boy excitedly imagined that during her six months back at the temple, this shamefully pregnant Lady Jessica had probably used some kind of magic to remove the unborn demon implanted in her womb. He continued to gaze regretfully at the archmage's alluring lower abdomen.
When Jessica... When she stood before him, he finally saw clearly the archmage, a close friend of his ancestor. Her beautiful face, blessed by the goddess, possessed a mature air that had endured a thousand years, making even simply inviting her to dance feel like a desecration. No wonder Baron Daka and his gang of lecherous men, accustomed to impregnating maids, stood frozen in place; to them, Jessica was already Lucylis herself. The goddess's unyielding aura alone was enough to make their erections shrink. Of all
those present at the banquet, perhaps only Prince Inis knew what had happened six months earlier at the altar in the underground palace of the Kingdom of Karlan. He couldn't help but imagine, beneath the lily-like beauty, the shame and humiliation on her face when she was violated.
"Your Highness, I am deeply saddened by the passing of your mother, Queen Inis." "To offer such condolences with a body that has endured a thousand years is merely a formality. Besides, everyone knows that Queen Inis died in bed with a man during a climax due to excessive indulgence, and besides, no one knows that this man is His Highness the Prince himself." The archmage, seemingly unaware of the latter's situation, couldn't help but reveal her tender maternal love in her eyes as she looked at the sixteen-year-old boy who had lost his mother.
"Ms. Jessica, it's clear that this world couldn't satisfy my mother, so she went to another world to seek pleasure." The boy responded rather harshly in a voice far deeper than his age. Jessica, who had long been associated with the Inis royal family, looked with pity at the overly young descendant of Inis before her. His handsome face didn't seem to carry the spirit of Sarando, but rather resembled that of the extravagant and licentious queen. And suddenly bearing the weight of a sixteen-year-old body, he seemed even thinner than when she had seen him six years ago, inevitably arousing a strange fondness in Jessica.
The boy, also looking at Jessica's captivating face so closely for the first time, almost held his breath. He was so close he could almost feel her dark hair brush against his skin, even smell her fragrance, which made him feel a certain awkwardness, a kind of intimate awkwardness. Today, this representative of the goddess wasn't wearing her usual white corset under her dress; instead, her beautiful, slender neck, rounded shoulders, and the upper part of her snow-white, full breasts were bare. The pair of round, firm breasts, already somewhat too full and alluring for a great archmage, now added a voluptuous maternal quality to her.
"If you'd like, I can arrange for Alvin to accompany you to the Northlands for a while. He would be honored to have you with him," Jessica said gently, melting the boy's cold tone. Her voice, full of tenderness, even dispelled the filthy thoughts in his mind, leaving only a strange sense of emotion.
"I would be thrilled to accept the invitation, but Lord Bartel would be even more excited about my decision, Ms. Jessica." The boy's tone softened slightly at the end, and he raised his gaze.
Being stared at by this mature-beyond-his-years-old prince, Jessica's lily-like fair face flushed slightly, making her already elegant appearance even more captivating.
"In this regard… Your Highness… I will personally assure you."
Even after Jessica thanked him and withdrew, the boy's gaze remained fixed on her full breasts; the fact that her nipples were erect beneath her clothing without any lining seemed unlike Jessica's usual dignified demeanor.
Midway through the banquet, the beautiful archmage gracefully departed her seat under the prince's watchful gaze. "Where has Lady Jessica gone?" The prince, following the flowing crowd, quietly approached a side door and asked the waitress who had just pushed in a food cart.
"She went to the left-hand lounge, my prince." "The waitress bowed and answered in a charming, ingratiating voice. The handsome young man didn't even glance at her before walking away; his mind was already fixed on Jessica's full breasts.
Through the keyhole, the scene in the lounge was completely visible to the young man, who almost suppressed his excited panting as he peeked. The dignified and beautiful Jessica had actually removed her robes, revealing her pair of round, snow-white breasts. She gently squeezed and kneaded the copper pot on the table in front of her with her hands. As streams of milk spurted from her nipples and shot into the pot, Jessica couldn't help but let out a charming moan. Her exposed breasts, swollen with milk, were even slightly sagging, making her chest appear even fuller and more mature.
The archmage who had sworn to remain chaste for life had entered lactation. The young man swallowed excitedly." He drooled, watching Jessica squeeze out milk, while simultaneously pulling out his penis from his pants and stroking it.
Her round breasts were squeezed between his long, slender, white fingers, and Jessica's other hand couldn't resist gently touching her sensitive nipples. Her body convulsed, "Ahhh..." The archmage's milk and the boy's semen outside the door spurted out simultaneously.
Jessica lay prone on the chair for a long time, exhausted from lactation. Panting, she wiped her breasts clean with a handkerchief, slowly pulling up her robes. Her face flushed with shame, Jessica seemed to have been lactating for quite some time; the constant flow of milk caused her pain every now and then.
Just as she was adjusting her clothes, the boy pushed open the door and locked it behind him.
"Your...Your Highness..." Realizing she was being spied on, Jessica's cheeks burned under the boy's gaze, rendering her speechless. The boy's exposed penis was even more frighteningly thick; he was nothing like a sixteen-year-old boy slowly approaching the lactating archmage before him.
"What...what do you want to do..." Jessica managed to cobble together an awkward question from her chaotic mind.
"I want you to take my mother's place," the boy said, looking at her breasts. "My bed has been empty since my mother passed away. If you could keep me company, Ms. Jessica, I would be extremely honored..."
His words sent a wave of weakness through Jessica. "This, how can this be!" Still reeling from the shock, her mind reeling, she hadn't expected the boy's demands to be like this. When did the descendants of Innis become so depraved? Was she protecting the descendants of light, or a filthy, incestuous bloodline? Violated by the boy's gaze, she covered her throbbing breasts with her hands, backing away.
The prince's face was full of frivolity and greed. "Anyway, you've protected my family for nearly a thousand years. What's wrong with being my mother for a while?" He glanced at the bronze jar on the table. "It must be very uncomfortable for you to squeeze out milk like this, Ms. Jessica. I can help..."
"Don't you think it's too unreasonable to make such a request? Inis's child!" With some anger, Jessica's usually gentle voice was now high-pitched and trembling. She couldn't tolerate the boy continuing his nonsense. "Give me your..."
"Where is the fetus in your womb?" The boy interrupted the archmage's angry words, slowly shifting his gaze to her smooth and alluring lower abdomen. "Have you taken it out?"
Jessica stopped.

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