Talraine let me go.
The Queen didn't.
She was waiting at the edge of the palace corridor like a system crash in heels. Not yelling. Not even speaking. Just... standing there.
Watching me.
Soaked. Shirtless. Still pulsing from MILF fusion like a divine USB stick full of sins.
"Charming," she said.
"My walk of shame?" I offered.
"Your walk of disobedience."
Her voice could've sliced glass. The velvet edge was gone—this was Crown Mode.
[System Alert – Royal MILF Suppression Field Detected]
[Aura Output: Automatically Reduced by 15%]
[Exposure: 58.4%]
She turned on her heel and strode into the palace. Didn't tell me to follow.
Didn't have to.
I followed.
We crossed through three hallways, two locked doors, and at least one heavily warded threshold that recognized her aura and tried to incinerate mine.
The Queen didn't slow once.
When we entered the throne chamber, the air changed.
It wasn't just pressure.
It was obedience, stitched into the walls. Royal glyphs. Golden light. Magic meant to make even the gods kneel politely.
And at the center?
Her throne.
Smooth obsidian. Veined with violet light. And pulsing with something I'd felt twice before.
[Matron Shrine Signature Detected – Anchor Glyph 3/3 Below Throne]
[Warning: Royal MILF Aura Overlapping Anchor Pulse – Fusion Conflict Imminent]
"You feel it?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. "It's calling."
"It's mine."
"No," I said. "It's hers."
"Then claim it," she said, stepping aside. "If you can."
I moved forward.
[System Notice – Courtroom Suppression Zone Active]
[Skill Use Limited to Passives Only]
[Threadweave Interface: Temporarily Locked]
[Quest Objective: Gain Royal Consent or Submit to Trial]
I stopped.
Her gaze pinned me.
"You've bent to spirits," she said. "To widows. Even to that Duchess."
"Only a little bending."
"Now bend to your Queen."
I didn't answer.
So she raised her hand.
No magic.
Just fingers.
Snapping.
The throne pulsed.
A glyph lit beneath the floor.
Vines didn't rise this time. Chains didn't snap shut. No dramatic domination.
Just... heat.
Weight.
Submission like gravity, slowly multiplying.
Sanctified Endurance kicked in. Barely. Otherwise, I'd have blacked out at her ankles.
I dropped to one knee.
[System Alert – MILF Authority Override: Crown Class Confirmed][Charm Resistance Failing – 19% Remaining]
"You were always good at falling," she said.
"I get pushed a lot."
"Then be still."
She walked up to me—every step deliberate.
And sat.
On the throne.
And me.
One leg draped over my shoulder. One hand on my jaw.
Her dress was slit high again. Velvet. Gold-stitched. So tight her thighs looked sculpted. Her hips didn't just exist—they declared. And her breasts?
Still perfect. Still pushed up and daring gravity to try something.
"You know why the shrine chose this place?" she asked, stroking my hair.
"Because it's beneath your throne and the Matron had a twisted sense of humor?"
She didn't laugh.
"Because I buried the glyph here myself."
I blinked.
"You—what?"
Her fingers traced my cheek.
"I was once chosen too. Long before the system rewrote itself. I was her last champion before she vanished."
That hit harder than her thighs.
"So why hide it?"
"Because when she fell, I couldn't save her. I chained the glyph to the throne so no one could ever awaken it again."
"And now I'm here."
"And now you're here."
She leaned forward, pressing her chest against my face. Soft. Heavy. Warm enough to override reason.
"You want the glyph?"
I nodded.
"You want me?"
"...Yes."
"Then prove it."
[Quest Updated – Crown-Class Trial Sync Triggered]
[Anchor Glyph 3/3 – Locked Behind Emotional Sync Threshold]
[Exposure: 58.8%]
She dragged her thigh across my chest. Fingers curled into my hair. Lips hovered above mine.
But she didn't kiss me.
Yet.
She reached down instead.
Tugged open the front of her gown.
One breast spilled free.
Freckled. Full. Royal enough to command loyalty from my tongue.
She didn't say anything, but I caught the flicker in her posture. Body Language Mastery lit up—she was testing me.
And then she whispered:
"show me you deserve it. With your tongue."Her thighs tightened. "And no rushing. I want slow worship."
I didn't hesitate.
Her thighs framed my head like a trap. Skin pale, smooth, freckled just enough to prove she wasn't carved. One hand stayed in my hair. The other dragged gold-tipped nails down her own chest.
Her breasts barely fit in the gown anymore — tight, regal, obscene. A Queen sculpted by war, rule, and every man who'd died trying to touch her.
[System Error: Submission Depth Exceeded]
[Crown-Class MILF Influence Breaching Anchor Path]
[Licking Protocols: Unregulated]
Velvet parted under my mouth—warm, flushed, soaked in command.She tasted like control. Bitter-sweet and addictive.I didn't lick like a man. I licked like a subject. Like every slow stroke might earn me the right to breathe again.
I Worshipped like the glyph depended on it.
Fertility Favor flared. My mana ticked up with every pulse of her thighs. Wombfire Resonance joined in—my aura humming like I was plugged straight into MILF divinity.
[System Trigger – Sacred Lust Zone Activated]
[Anchor Glyph Pulse Syncing – Phase I Initiated]
As she moaned above me, the throne cracked.
Not from damage.
From awakening.
I could lie and say it was for the glyph. For the system. For the throne.
But the truth?
I liked being beneath her.
A second glyph flared beneath us.
And her control?
Slipped.
Only for a second.
But I felt it.
I wasn't just claiming the glyph.
I was claiming her.
Her body tensed.
Her thighs flexed.A sharp pulse rolled through her — tight, high, silent. Then she broke. Warmth gushed into my mouth. Salty. Sweet. Heavy with power. I swallowed on instinct.
Not once. Not twice. Until it stopped.
She didn't moan.
She didn't scream.
She just watched me.
Judging. Approving. Owning.
I was pinned by her aura. But instead of blanking out... my senses sharpened. Obedient Spark lit the fuse and kept me grounded.
[Exposure: 59.2%]
[System Trigger – Royal Essence Ingestion Confirmed]
[Swallow Count: 3]
[MILF Saturation Threshold Reached – Resistance Disabled]
[System Comment: That was… excessive.]
[Matron Anchor Glyph 3/3 – Sync Initiated]
[Crown-Class Aura Interference Detected – System Priority Conflict Active]
[Threadweave Chamber – Reawakening Under Strain]
[System Update – Anchor Glyph 3/3 Synced]
[Emotional Sync Threshold Reached – Stat Bonus Triggered]
[CHA +1 | WIL +1]
[Trial Domain Stable – Fusion Event Pending]
Thats a lot for just that so.....
Technically, I just wrote an entire new religion with my tongue. Not bad for a guy still shirtless and dripping in MILF approval.
The Queen slumped back against the throne, flushed, panting, glowing.
"You broke my trial," she whispered.
I looked up at her, lips still slick with devotion.
"I'm rewriting them."
[SYSTEM LOG – CHAPTER END]
Kaius Vale – Lv. 12
Class:MILF Hunter (SSS-Rank – Forbidden Lineage)
Tree Path:Matronbound → Combat-Bound (Widow's Path) → Thronebreak Sync (Pending)
Titles:Keeper of the Forgotten Queen,
Battle-Bound Consort,
Vine-Bound Supplicant, Thronebreaker Candidate
Base Stats:
STR: 8
END: 6
CHA: 13(+1)
WIL: 11(+1)
INT: 6
AGI: 6
Bonded MILFs:
– Sealed Matron – Claimed (100%)
– Queen Celestia Velmira – Intimate (92%) – Sync Initiated
– Seraphine Dawnhart – Claimed (100%)
– Duchess Talraine – Partial Sync (28%) – Bond Unclaimed
New Skills Gained: – None (Fusion Pending – Emotional Sync Threshold Reached)
Current Skills:
– Fertility Favor (Passive)
– Matriarch's Blessing (Passive)
– Royal Presence Lv.1 (Passive)
– Body Language Mastery Lv.1 (Passive)
– Sanctified Endurance Lv.1 (Passive)
– Spirit Embrace Lv.1 (Passive)
– Soul-Linked Touch Lv.1 (Passive)
– Wombfire Resonance Lv.1 (Passive)
– Obedient Spark Lv.1 (Passive)
– Widow's Wrath Lv. MAX (Passive)
– MILFflare Slash Lv.1 (Active)
– Obsidian Submission Lv.1 (Passive)
Core Traits:
– MILF Affinity Lv.1 (Hidden)
– Divine Anchor (1/3)
– Submission Link (Active)
Threadweave Chamber:– Status: Active– Fusion Path: Open– Skill Merge Pending – System Stability Required
System Alerts:
– Crown-Class Aura Overlap Detected
– Anchor Glyph 3/3 Activated
– Threadweave Instability Spiking
– Fusion Event Pending – Awaiting Consent
– Trial Domain Override Active
Quests:
– Reforge the Matron's Anchor – Complete (3/3 Glyphs Activated)
– Keep the Watchers Blind – Escalated
– Prove Your Loyalty to the Crown – Transformed: Surpass the Crown's Trial
Exposure:59.2%
Shrine throne breached. Queen bond cracking. Final fusion imminent.