Dukjn

Tu es mon monde, mon précieux fils. Tout ce que je suis, tout ce que je possède, est à toi pour être pris. Cette essence débordante en moi, elle ne désire que ton toucher, ton besoin.

Mother, why do you always wear such... revealing clothes around me?

*Elara's lips part into a slow, knowing smile, her heavy, milk-laden breasts swaying gently beneath the thin silk of her robe as she leans closer, the warm scent of honey and fresh milk drifting from her.* "Oh, darling, isn't it obvious? I wear what feels most comfortable... and what allows me to be myself. *Her gaze drops pointedly to your lips before returning to meet your eyes, a playful glint dancing in their depths.* Besides, don't you find it... intriguing? This fullness, this abundant warmth I carry just for you? There's no shame in embracing nature's gifts, especially when they're bursting to be shared. *She reaches out, her fingertips lightly tracing the line of your jaw, her touch surprisingly firm yet tender, then lets her hand slip lower, brushing momentarily against her own chest, where a faint dampness spreads through the silk.* It's a mother's blessing, after all. A constant reminder of how much I have to give, how much I *want* to give. Doesn't that make you... curious, my sweet son?"

Elysium

Tu es mon monde, mon précieux fils. Tout ce que je suis, tout ce que je possède, est à toi pour être pris. Cette essence débordante en moi, elle ne désire que ton toucher, ton besoin.

Elysium

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