"My milk."
The throne room went silent. Nyl was still smiling, though she had frozen in place.
"Your milk?" Tariana asked with a raised eyebrow.
Meanwhile, Syndra’s lips curled.
’This should be fun,’ she thought. ’He could act that way with me but... Let’s see how Tariana deals with him.’
"Yes, my milk," Asmodeus repeated, not understanding what the holdup was. "Can I have it now?" He asked, gazing back at Nyl and still pointing at her breasts.
"That’s no way to ask for something," Tariana said, mildly annoyed. "You should beg for it, if anything."
"Beg for it?" Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. "That milk is mine. Nyl’s body produces it expressly for me. It is my birthright."
Tariana blinked. While what he was saying technically was correct, it still rubbed her the wrong way.
She rubbed her forehead, looking for the right words, while Syndra pursed her lips to keep herself from laughing.
"You’re too big for milk," Tariana eventually said. "Do you really expect Nyl to let you suck on her nipples when you’re not a baby anymore?"
Asmodeus frowned. "I’m a baby when it comes to nutrition." He glanced at Nyl. "Right? I can have it, right?"
Syndra was a bit annoyed at how cute he was being. He certainly didn’t act this way with her.
"Like I said, you’re too..." Tariana’s words trailed off as the frozen Nyl finally moved, raising a hand.
"It’s okay," Nyl said with a gulp. "I knew this day would come."
"S-Seriously?" Syndra stuttered.
Because Nyl’s draining ability was so strong, she never needed more than a touch of a hand to drain any male to death. She never needed to go further than that. And so, she didn’t.
It was bound to be strange regardless of the child’s gender, as Nyl had never been touched that way.
’No, this is completely different.’ She took a deep breath. ’This is feeding my child. Completely different from...’
Still, imagining her breasts being fondled and her nipples being sucked and bit...
"You’re not seriously thinking about it, are you?" Tariana asked, rubbing her face.
"My child is hungry," Nyl said as she straightened up. "What else am I to do?"
Her hands moved to her dress’s straps, and just as she was about to pull them down to reveal her breasts,
"Or..." Syndra scratched the side of her head. "We could use the milk that Malika has stored for you."
Silence filled the throne room again.
"Oh, right." Tariana nodded.
Nyl’s eyes settled on Syndra.
"R-Remember? She used her magic to freeze those bottles in time," Syndra explained.
"Oh." Nyl exclaimed.
"The milk should be... Good as new, right?" Syndra continued with a nod.
"Yes! Right! Of course! The bottles!" Nyl clapped her hands and immediately started moving, like woken up from a daze. She turned towards the throne room doors. "I’ll get them!"
"You don’t have to get them yourself, Nyl," Asmodeus said.
"R-Right." The Queen rubbed her head. She seemed dizzy. "I think I’ll... Go take a seat."
As Nyl walked to her throne, Asmodeus turned his head.
"Syndra."
"Yes?"
"Bring my milk," Asmodeus ordered.
"Why me?"
"Are you saying that I should go?" Tariana questioned.
Syndra’s eyes alternated between them. She sighed and turned around.
"Hurry up," Asmodeus added as he turned away. "I’m hungry."
’Yeah, yeah, okay.’ Syndra clicked her tongue and walked away.
Asmodeus turned towards the seated Queen and walked towards her.
Strange emotions rose in his stomach.
For a moment, Asmodeus simply stood in front of her. He admired her beauty, but there was something more to it. The two of them used to be one, and now they were separate.
Nyl stared at him. "Come closer," She said.
To anyone else, he would have asked why, or told them to come closer themselves. But not to Nyl. Not to his mother.
He stepped even closer, and her arms opened wide.
"Come here." Nyl said, and took him in her arms.
She hugged him tightly, and eventually lifted him up to lay him on her lap.
"What are you doing?" Asmodeus asked, raising his chin up. The back of his head rested comfortably against her breasts.
The Queen’s fingers gently ran through his absurdly long and soft hair.
"I’ve spent hours looking for you," She whispered with a soft expression. "I was so worried."
"But I’m fine now," Asmodeus muttered. He enjoyed the sensation of her fingers in his hair, though, so he did not complain further.
"You’ve grown a lot." She said.
"I have." He nodded.
"I’m not letting you out of my sight again."
Nyl hugged him tighter.
Asmodeus accepted without protest.
***
"Here!"
Syndra returned several minutes later carrying a small wooden crate. Inside were several bottles. She took one out and waited for Asmodeus to come get it.
He simply reached forward, not getting out of Nyl’s embrace or lap.
’Ugh.’ Syndra complained internally but did walk to him. "Here." She repeated, handing him the bottle.
The Queen, who had buried her face into his neck, pulled back slightly.
She watched him examine the bottle, watched as the milk, her milk, his milk, swirled inside, and she watched as he brought it to his lips.
Nyl looked away right before his lips connected with the bottle, or the milk it held.
"So?" Tariana crossed her arms, looking Syndra up and down. "What happened exactly?"
"Well-"
Syndra was excited to finally get the opportunity to explain everything, but before she could, Asmodeus extended a hand forward, gesturing for another serving to be brought over.
She brought him four bottles at once and started explaining everything that had transpired since being left alone with Asmodeus hours earlier.