Chapter 295: I Need Your Warmth

Fauna lay face-down on the soaked massage table, her body still trembling in the aftermath.

Her pussy continued to twitch and pulse, small aftershocks rippling through her as tiny trickles of fluid leaked out, spreading the wet patch beneath her hips even wider.

The cushion under her face was damp with tears and her breath came in ragged, exhausted pants, like a woman who had just been shot and was trying to process the shock.

Mika stood beside her, gazing down at the sight with deep, quiet satisfaction.

He had done it.

He had broken through.

But he knew better than to gloat openly. Not yet.

So he changed his expression into one of innocent concern, crouching beside her and gently brushing her hair from her sweat-damp forehead.

"Fauna?" He asked softly, voice laced with feigned worry. "Are you all right? You’re breathing really heavy."

"Was the massage too intense? Did I go too hard?"

Fauna’s heart lurched.

She forced herself to turn her head, plastering on the weakest, most unconvincing smile she could manage.

"I-It’s all right, Mika." She managed, voice shaky and hoarse. "Completely all right. It’s just...all the knots in my body have been untied. It feels...extremely good."

She swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing.

"Thank you for the massage. Really. I’ll feel like a new person when I walk again."

Then, quickly, before he could ask anything else, she added:

"For now...I just want to relax on the bed a little bit. You can go watch some TV or something. You don’t have to wait for me."

Mika tilted his head, pretending to consider.

"Fine, fine." He said with an easy smile. "Take all the time you need. I’ll be right over there."

He then peeled off his shirt and tossing it aside before stretching out on the bed behind, grabbing the remote and flicking on the TV like nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Fauna stayed face-down on the table, motionless, waiting until she was sure he wasn’t looking.

Then her shoulders began to shake.

Silent, heaving sobs.

Not from pain.

From shame.

’What have I done?’

The thoughts crashed over her in relentless waves.

’I’m his mother. His mother. I carried him, raised him, loved him with every piece of my heart. And I just...I just came like a whore because he touched me. Because my own son fingered me.’

’I squirted. On a massage table. Like some depraved—’

She pressed her face harder into the cushion, muffling a broken whimper.

’In the past, when he was little, he’d touch me everywhere—climb on me, hug me, fall asleep on my chest—and I felt nothing but love. Pure, innocent love.’

’Why now!? Why does it feel like this now!?’

’It’s the same boy. The same hands.’

’But my body...my body is reacting like he’s a man. Like he’s a lover.’

’And I liked it.’

’I liked it so much I came harder than I ever have in my life!’

Tears soaked the cushion.

She also finally remembered the last time she felt this was and that was from the Venus Complex from her teenage years.

The overwhelming surges of emotion and lust that had left her locked in her room for hours, touching herself until she was raw.

Those feelings had faded as she matured, as her blessing stabilized.

She had thought they were gone forever.

But this...this was the same fire.

Only now, it had been ignited by Mika.

Her baby.

Her son.

And the worst part—the part that made her want to disappear—was that even now, even in the depths of her shame, a tiny, treacherous part of her still ached for more of his touch.

Fauna curled in on herself, arms wrapped around her naked, trembling body, silently crying into the soaked cushion.

She had no idea what to do.

No idea how to face him again.

No idea how to be his mother when her body had just screamed that it wanted him as something else entirely.

But what she did know was that she didn’t want to be on the massage table anymore.

The cushion beneath her had gone cold, slick with oil, sweat, and the undeniable evidence of her release.

The air felt heavy, the scent of her own arousal thick and inescapable. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly alone with the storm of emotions raging inside her.

She needed warmth.

Comfort.

Something, someone to pull her out of this confusing, shameful spiral.

And the only source of that warmth was Mika.

And even though she was terrified of him right now—not of him, but of what being near him did to her, of the taboo thoughts that might flood her again—she craved his presence more than anything.

But when she tried to get up, her body felt too weak to move. Legs like jelly, arms heavy.

So she turned her head, voice soft and trembling.

"Mika...Mika, honey? Could you come here for a second?"

Mika looked up from the bed.

"Yeah? What’s up?"

Fauna’s cheeks burned, but she forced the words out.

"I...I can’t really move much right now. My body’s too weak. Could you...be a dear and pick me up? Bring me to the bed?"

"I-I really want to be next to you right now."

Mika didn’t hesitate.

He set the remote down, crossed the room in a few strides, and scooped her up in a princess carry as easily as if she weighed nothing.

Fauna instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her naked breasts pressing against his bare chest, nipples still sensitive and hard from everything that had happened.

Mika then glanced down at the massage table as he turned, chuckling softly.

"Damn, I must’ve used way too much oil on your ass."

He said, nodding at the massive wet stain darkening the cushion and dripping onto the floor.

"It all leaked down and soaked everything. I’m worried it’ll stain permanently."

Fauna’s heart hammered. She knew exactly what that ’oil’ really was, but she just buried her face in his shoulder, voice muffled.

"I-I’ll take care of it later." She whispered quickly. "Just...get me to bed, please."

Mika nodded before carrying her to the massive bed, the one littered with stuffed animals and pastel pillows.

He climbed in first, settling against the headboard, then gently laid her naked body on top of his chest, her legs straddling his waist, her head tucked under his chin.

For a moment they just lay there, her soft, oiled skin against his warmth, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear.

"Should I stay here with you tonight?" He sked. "Or head to the guest room? I don’t want to crowd you if you need space."

Fauna’s eyes widened in panic.

"No—no, no, no!" She said quickly, shaking her head frantically. "Stay right here, Mika. Please. Don’t go anywhere else tonight."

Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, her naked breasts pressing into his chest as she buried her face in his neck.

"I need you here." She whispered, voice trembling. "Just...stay with me."

Her eyes were wide, vulnerable, trembling with unshed tears and seeing how pitiful she looked right he was really finding it hard to hold himself back.

"That might not be the best idea." He murmured, voice low before looking down at her hanging breasts. "With these gorgeous tits right in my face...all I can think about is sucking on them again."

"If you let me sleep like this, I’ll have them in my mouth all night. You won’t get a wink of sleep."

Fauna’s face flamed scarlet, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she shifted upward, pressing her breasts more firmly against his face, nipples grazing his lips.

"Have them, Mika." She whispered, voice shaking but resolute. "Have them all you want."

"They’re...they’re yours anyway. My baby boy’s. As long as you stay right here with me...you can suck on them as much as you need."

Mika’s eyes darkened, but his touch was surprisingly gentle.

He didn’t attack like before.

He cradled one breast tenderly, guiding the nipple into his mouth with reverent care.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

His sucks were slow, soft, like a nursing child seeking comfort rather than pleasure. His tongue swirled lazily, lips sealing gently around the peak as he nursed.

Fauna’s breath hitched.

It wasn’t the frantic, overwhelming intensity from earlier.

This was...warm.

Loving.

Intimate in a way that made her chest ache.

His free hand slid down her back, cupping her ass, fingers tracing slow circles but not groping—simply holding, grounding her.

Fauna closed her eyes, arms wrapping tighter around him.

The shame was still there, gnawing at the edges of her mind.

But right now, wrapped in his warmth, his gentle mouth on her breast, his steady heartbeat under her cheek...

...she felt safe.

Cherished.

Loved.

Even if it was wrong.

Even if she didn’t understand it.

For tonight, she let herself sink into it.

Let herself believe, just for a few hours, that this was okay.

That her baby boy holding her like this, nursing at her breast like he was small again, was the most natural thing in the world.

And as sleep finally pulled her under, Fauna’s last coherent thought was soft, confused, but undeniably content:

Tomorrow would bring questions.

Tomorrow would bring guilt.

But tonight...

Tonight she just wanted her baby boy’s warmth.

And if that warmth came with his mouth on her breasts, his hands on her skin...

...she would take it.

And pretend, for just a little longer, that everything was still okay.

Mika’s hand squeezed her ass gently, a silent promise.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

And neither was she.