Chapter 194: Less Like A Wolf, More Like A Puppy
For an entire day, Yelena’s nipples had been aching, demanding satisfaction after being so carelessly awakened and left wanting last night.
They had hurt with a frustrating, building need, so to suddenly feel the wet, hot suction of Mika’s mouth—to have him grab and lick and suck on her like this, was simply too much for her overloaded senses.
"Ahhh!♡~ Nooo!♡~"
A sudden, sharp spasm hit her body, and a tiny, involuntary squirt of liquid pressure escaped her. Her lips trembled violently, and she had to bite down hard on her lower lip to hold back the high, helpless whimper that was clawing its way up her throat.
But still, she didn’t care. The shame of the unexpected squirt, the physical violation of the taboo, it all dissolved beneath the sheer, overwhelming wave of pleasure.
"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"
It felt so good, so damn good, that she wondered what she had been doing with her whole life, why she had never experienced this kind of primal, devouring sensation before.
But then, the answer came immediately and naturally: she couldn’t ever think of anyone else doing something like this to her.
Mika was the only man she had truly let into her private world, the only one who held the necessary, twisted key to unlock this level of forbidden intimacy. It was wrong, but only he could make it feel right.
What truly surprised her, however, was the manner of his devotion. She had expected him to be aggressive, quite hasty, to suck on her in the frantic, intense manner she had witnessed him use on Charlotte earlier. She had steeled herself for that savage possession.
But, to her surprise, he was actually incredibly gentle right now, timid and utterly docile.
He gently grabbed onto her breast as if it were some delicate fruit that would be spoiled if he handled it too roughly, pushing the yielding flesh into his mouth. He sucked softly, gently, like a small, contented baby, his eyes closed in focused adoration.
"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"
His tongue was delicate, using only the tip to gently swipe across her nipple, tracing circles around the core before flipping the fully engorged flesh to the roof of his mouth and drawing a long, soft suck.
In that moment, he didn’t look like the dominant man who had been aggressively attacking her daughter’s body moments ago; instead, he looked like a tender little baby, taking his mother’s milk, utterly adorable and profoundly vulnerable.
And seeing this, Yelena’s motherly instincts immediately surged to the fore. A profound, aching warmth flooded her chest, overwhelming her fear and shame.
She couldn’t help but gently stroke the soft hair at the back of his head, pulling him in closer, holding him firmly to her breast as if he were her own infant.
She didn’t mind the suckling at all.
She had even thought she would feel horribly guilty, or even disgusted, once the act started, but to her astonishment, it felt natural. It felt as if this moment, this tender, taboo suckling, was the final, missing piece of the puzzle of her life.
It made her feel so happy, so fulfilled, that she was doing this, even though every part of her rational mind screamed that it was utterly taboo.
And at the moment, was enjoying this too much. Her tension had eased into a profound, possessive love, and as she looked down at Mika, a sound escaped her, a light, clear, irresistible giggle.
Mika immediately noticed the sound and he pulled back from her glistening, saliva-covered nipple, his eyes narrowing, suddenly serious, almost offended.
"Why are you giggling, Yelena?" He asked, his voice low, a trace of confusion and pique in his tone. "This isn’t exactly a moment where you are supposed to be giggling, is it?"
He looked genuinely bothered, as if she were disrespecting the intimacy by not whimpering or moaning as he expected.
And the look on his face, the adorable confusion of the little baby whose meal had been interrupted, only amused Yelena further. She gently rubbed his hair, soothing him.
"It’s not that, Mika." She whispered, her smile soft and loving. "I’m not making fun of you, darling. You just look so cute and adorable right now." She tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over his face, tracing the soft, trusting curve of his jaw. "I just thought that you would be much more aggressive like you were with Charlotte."
"...But to my surprise, you’re so docile and so cute right now and I couldn’t help but giggle at have innocent you seemed in that moment."
She tightened her hold on his head, gently smothering him back into her breast.
"Normally, you are so dominant; you never let yourself loose to anyone. You always had the upper hand, but right now, in my hands, you’re just an adorable little baby." She paused, her voice thickening with emotion. "It’s just like in the past. I thought I would never see the young Mika ever again."
"...But right now, in my arms, you look exactly the same as back then. You simply look too adorable that I can’t help myself."
She leaned forward, her lips brushing his forehead before curiously askin
"Why are you even sucking my nipples so slowly and tenderly, Mika? Why are you being so gentle? You weren’t that way with my daughter. You’re being so soft right now."
Hearing her direct question, Mika hesitated, a faint, embarrassed flush rising on his own cheeks. He looked away, then up at her with an exasperated, almost sheepish expression, as if he himself couldn’t account for his own behavior.
"I...I don’t know." He admitted, his voice low and strained. "Normally, I’m gentle for a moment, and then I go all out. That’s how I normally do it; I can’t help myself when it comes to naked breasts like any other man out there."
He looked up at her, watching her smile, but the words still came out in a rush, a confused attempt to rationalize the feeling.
"But I don’t know why, but when it comes to you I just want to go slow on you and take my time...I don’t want to give you any sort of pain or whatsoever and want to take my time."
And this, surprisingly, was the actual truth. Mika had thought he would go into "ape mode," go completely crazy the moment he got his lips on her nipples. This was the dream he had harbored for years, the most profound conquest he could imagine. He thought he would be savage, never letting go.
But the instant he latched on, a profound, almost overwhelming sense of protectiveness and warmth had washed over him. He started sucking much more softly, much more tenderly, as if he were trying to pull out milk for his own nourishment instead of just simple, raw pleasure.
He simply could not treat Yelena like he treated any other girl; the filial context was too strong, and he had become a little boy, quietly and gently suckling at his mother’s breast, a realization that left him privately embarrassed—knowing he wasn’t performing with his usual, aggressive dominance.
What made it worse was that he had fully expected to be the one causing the shock, making Yelena gasp and whimper and lose her composure.
But to his surprise, he was the one feeling utterly exposed, his performance failing to meet his own internal, dominant standard, while Yelena was the picture of serene, knowing control. She even looked down at him with a soft, encouraging smile, her eyes urging him to go on, the unspoken message clear: I am the one in charge here.
And seeing this, he glared up at her, his expression a frustrated, wounded mask, like a puppy trying to snarl.
"Don’t look at me like that, Yelena." He growled, the possessive demand a desperate attempt to reclaim some shred of his control. "Don’t you dare look down on me. You saw how I was with your daughter."
"You saw how she was moaning and whimpering all over the place, like she couldn’t get enough, begging me to suck even more. That’s how it is. That’s how I normally do it!" He insisted, the words tumbling out in a rush of self-defense. "So, don’t think less of me just because I’m quite tame and soft right now."
But Yelena was completely unruffled. His desperate bluster only made him seem more adorable, more like the little boy struggling to wear his father’s armor. She pulled him in closer, gently cradling his head against her chest.
"Is that so, Mika?" She murmured, her voice laced with amusement and deep affection. "Then go ahead, my baby boy, go ahead and be much more passionate like you told me." Her fingers tangled in his hair, providing a soft, unavoidable tether. "I want to see that side of you right now."
"Honestly, I was quite embarrassed at first." She confessed in a low whisper. "This is normally something we should never be doing with one another. I was really hesitant." She paused, her voice hardening with challenge. "But right now, I just want to see what exactly this aggressive side of yours is. I want to experience it myself."
With her words, her body followed. She grabbed wonto the full weight of her left breast, the one he had just pulled away from, and nudged it directly toward his mouth, presenting it to him like a demanding queen offering a final, irresistible prize.
Mika felt a surge of frustrated will. He wanted to teach her a lesson, to show her the aggressive, exciting, overwhelming dominance that was his usual brand of pleasure. He wanted to make her moan, to beg, to admit his power.
He opened his mouth and once more latched onto the waiting nipple.
But the moment he did, the dam of his aggressive intent crumbled. An inexplicable instinct, deep, soft, and warm, went over his body.
It was as if he physically could not go fully aggressive, as if his mind and body were incapable of harming or treating a mother figure in his life with anything but the most profound gentleness. His powerful, dominant presence instantly retreated, leaving only the confused, gentle little boy.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
He was also filled with a sudden, aching wonder: could what he said earlier be the actual truth? His own mother had died during childbirth, and the memory, the experience of being properly breastfed, had been stolen away from him.
And maybe that suppressed experience was flooding back, overwhelming his adult desires. He couldn’t help but treat Yelena as his own mother, and that was why he was being so docile, so tender.
Realising this, anguish mixed with frustration twisted in his gut. He wanted to treat Yelena as his lover, his conquest, the woman he adored in a fiercely physical way.
But his mind was sub-consciously treating her in a profoundly maternal manner instead. He felt sad, frustrated that he couldn’t pull her in fully and treat her like anyone else, like he had treated her daughter. The embarrassment of his performance failure was intense.
Yelena, however, seemed to have noticed not his failure, but his vulnerability. She noticed the slight trembling of his shoulders, the sad, faraway look that had replaced his usual fiery arrogance. And even though she shouldn’t, she felt a profound wave of relief and a fierce, maternal gladness.
He was showing so much raw, vulnerable emotion to her, an intimacy deeper than any sexual act and hhe couldn’t help but want to cheer him up, looking at him as her lost little boy who was struggling in her arms. She pulled him closer, enveloping him in her warmth, gently caressing his hair.
"It’s alright, Mika. It’s alright." She whispered, her voice husky with genuine emotion. "I’m actually really enjoying this. Enjoying this very much."
She lifted his chin gently, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"Honestly, I, too, was expecting you to be much more...’animalistic’ like one would say, to suck more passionately, like you were with Charlotte." She smiled, a soft, intimate curve of her lips. "But this...this is actually so much better. Because I can see my baby boy once again."
Her words were deeply personal, slicing through the years.
"Right now, you don’t look like the Mika of today, the grown man who dominates everyone. You look like the Mika of my past, the one I always think about. The one who was so adorable and clingy, who always followed me."
She ran her hand down his back, the motion profoundly soothing.
"That’s who you look like right now, and I’m absolutely enjoying this. So, please, my darling, just continue."
Mika, normally suspicious and guarded, couldn’t help but be dragged into the truth of her words, the simple, maternal affection that poured off her in waves.
"Really?" He asked, his voice barely a squeak, thick with emotion. "Do you really feel that way? You’re not dissatisfied or anything? I really didn’t want to show such a performance..."
"Shhh." Yelena soothed, pressing her hand over his mouth for a moment before holding him up. She leaned down to look directly into his eyes, her expression luminous with love and acceptance.
"Right now, Mika, I really am loving it." She promised.
A loving, grateful look bloomed in Mika’s dark eyes. In that moment, as Yelena remembered the little boy he once used to be; he too remembered the woman he had first fallen in love with, the tender love, the nurturing care, the fierce protection that had made him adore her then and now.
Yelena then slowly but firmly pushed his head back towards her breast.
"Go on, Mika, go on." She urged, her voice now a low, intimate command that held no threat, only an invitation. "Don’t make me wait any longer. Suck on this breast that you wanted for so long, and take your time."
Mika obeyed and with a closed-in, focused face, he gently grabbed onto her breast with both hands and lowered his head, his tongue running around the nipple in a loving, passionate, yet tender manner.
"Good boy, Mika...just like that...You’re doing such a good job..."
Yelena moaned as she pushed him deeper into her breasts, so that she could feel her son’s tongue run along her nipples not even caring about the incestous taboo of the act anymore...