A Degenerate's Tale

In the Kingdom of Ablax.

There was a destroyed village. Houses were torn down and mutilated bodies littered the ground. At the border of the Kingdom, incidents like this happen every year.

Ari, the Court Mage of the Kingdom was passing by. She had beautiful raven black hair flowing down her shoulders. Her was face sculpted with no imperfections and she appeared to be in her early 30s. Her eyes were purple like the most beautiful amethyst with a small mole at the corner of her right eye. To finish it off, her body was incomparably voluptuous, unconcealable by her black mage robe with gold trimmings.

"Ara, how terrible." Ari sighed.

She floated down from the sky to check for survivors. Ignoring the mutilated corpses, Ari walked through the village with a solemn heart. It would upset anyone to see a village ruined in this condition.

She swept through wood shrapnels, with wind magic carefully and there was nothing. With a sigh, just as she was about to take off from the ground with flying magic, she heard a baby's cry in the distance. Her expression turned into that of pure joy. Without wasting any time, she flew to the location of the cry and sure enough, she found an infant in a closet.

He appeared to only be a few days old and the conditions of his surroundings were enough to tell her what happened. His mother must've been protecting him at the very last moments to keep him safe from the beast tide.

"What a beautiful baby," Ari held the baby in her arms and her heart melted. The baby's amethyst eye was enough to tell her that he would be the perfect fit for her. "I will keep him,"

Time passed.

In the Court Mage, Ari's Magic Tower.

"Yes, my son, keep sucking it just like that."

Ari had her bare chest revealed, exposing her giant knockers. In her arms was Earl, the baby she saved some time ago. Right now, Earl was being breastfed by Ari and he was enjoying every moment of it.

While Earl sucked on Ari's nipple, he made sure to fondle her breasts at the same time. His small hands sunk into her huge knocks to be greeted by the sensation of incomparable softness.

"Fufufu, what a lively boy," Ari rubbed Earl's head lovingly.

As a Court Mage of the mighty Ablax Kingdom, she naturally had her own ways to make herself lactate through the use of potions.

She remembered the outroar she caused when she returned with a baby in her arms and claimed him as her son. In the political landscape of the Kingdom, she might as well announce that she had a son early on.

This would give her an excuse to do less work for that pesky king.

Through the months she spent with her son, whom she named Earl, she was exposed to many unexpected surprises.

First, his extreme love for her breasts and milk. If he didn't get his way with her assets, he would make it known to her by crying. On the other hand, if she spoiled him accordingly, he would be the most obedient child and this appealed very well to Ari who had a case of mommy fetish.

"I'm going to spoil you to death, aren't I?"

Earl was now almost 4 months old and he was the most adorable baby, sharing his Ari's black hair and purple eyes. And at 4 months old, he was able to crawl already and was currently learning how to walk. From this, Ari knew she had picked up a special boy. Their encounter must've been fated.

Ari let Earl suck her on her milkers until he fell asleep. She continued to pat his head lovingly before placing him back into his cradle.

Ari then left the room to continue with her magic research. She was approaching the Archmage level after all.

After Ari left, Earl suddenly woke up from the sound of an explosion from Ari's lab. This was a common occurrence that he had gotten used to.

After spending months with Ari, Earl had a good idea of his situation now. Number one, he was in a medieval fantasy world with magic. Number two, his mother was very hot. Number three, his mother was very hot. Number four, his mother was very hot. Important things must be repeated three times.