Son of the Dragon Queen

In the realm of Sol'seraphis, the carriage was pulled by two formidable nightmare horses. These spirit beasts, born in areas where nightmares were most concentrated, were also bred artificially by inducing nightmares in a select population over an extended period.

The power of these horses was directly tied to the intensity of the nightmares experienced, and the ones pulling the carriage were as powerful as a rank 9 mage. To breed such powerful creatures, an entire kingdom would need to endure nightmares for at least three months.

Inside the carriage, there was a small bar counter, a wine cellar, and a tea counter for refreshments. Despite the seemingly unnecessary amenities, Melicas Nova, a baby, couldn't care less. He pulled out both of his mother's breasts simultaneously, sucking on the tasty pink nipples while twisting the other. Milim, his sister, stole glances from the side, captivated by the sight of her brother being breastfed.

Their mother, Mayvelin, noticed Milim's glances and chuckled, "What is it, dear? Do you want to suck on them like before too? You can if you want. I am your mother after all, and no matter how much you grow up, you'll still look to me the same as how Melicas looks to you. Fufufu."

Milim blushed deeply, stammering, "N-no, m-mom..." Before she could finish, Mayvelin pulled her close and guided her mouth to the nipple Melicas had been fondling.

Overwhelmed by the sudden action, Milim couldn't resist as milk gushed into her mouth, forcing her to gulp it down. Despite her initial reluctance, she soon found herself sucking hungrily, mirroring her brother's actions.

Mayvelin watched her children with a proud expression, her motherly instincts taking over. She had a deep fetish for motherhood and relished any chance to pamper her children.

Seeing an opportunity to bring Milim closer, she removed her hand from Milim's head and placed it on her waist, pulling her closer. Milim, absorbed in the sweet taste of her mother's milk, didn't pull away, savoring the moment of intimacy.

Mayvelin now embodied the role of a nurturing source of comfort. With Milim on her left, holding her left breast and waist, and Melicas on her right, holding her right breast for support, Mayvelin caressed Milim's hair tenderly.

Melicas, too small to reach his mother's waist, held onto her breast with both hands, his tiny grip a testament to his dependence and affection.

Mayvelin felt a profound sense of completeness. Though Milim had always been more independent, preferring to explore and hone her combat and magic skills, Mayvelin yearned for a deeper connection.

Seeing Milim suckle hungrily, she realized her daughter craved the same intimacy she shared with Melicas. Determined to foster a closer bond, Mayvelin decided to be more affectionate and present in Milim's life moving forward.

Melicas, meanwhile, was in a state of bliss. Shocked by his sister's unexpected display of affection, he quickly rationalized that Milim, too, loved their mother deeply and sought opportunities for intimacy.

He surmised that Milim's independence and focus on her skills had kept her from expressing her need for motherly love, a realization that made him feel both proud and a bit smug.

After some time, Milim, satisfied and content, pulled away from her mother's embrace. Gazing at her mother's breasts, she suddenly realized the depth of their interaction and jumped back, startled.

Mayvelin, amused by her daughter's reaction, pulled her close once more, soothing her with gentle words and a reassuring touch. "It's okay, baby, relax and rest," she whispered, her voice a balm to Milim's frayed nerves.

Those words worked their magic, calming Milim as she hugged her mother tightly, resting her head on her shoulder.

"Mom, is it really okay?" Milim asked, her voice trembling with emotion. Mayvelin gently wiped away her daughter's tear and patted her head, offering words of comfort and love.

"It's alright, dear. You are and will always be my cute little dragon girl. You can do whatever you want with mother and open up to her. She'll always be the no. 1 person who cares about you and will look after you."

Milim felt a weight lift from her shoulders, her barriers crumbling as she embraced her true self—a vulnerable, loving daughter seeking her mother's affection.

Melicas, overhearing their conversation, chimed in, "No, no, Mama, Melicas is the no. 1 person who cares about both you and big sis and will look after both!"

Internally, Melicas celebrated his success, feeling like the best son and brother in the world. If not for his young age and his mother's status as the strongest dragon, he might have been featured in the 'Top 10 most self-obsessed people' magazine.