Sera’s hands squeezed her own breasts tighter around him, intentionally rubbing her hardened nipples against his shaft as she moved.
"And... what if they’re a little bigger than mine?" she asked, her voice dropping into a whisper. "Would that please you more?"
Julian watched her for a mont, enjoying the way she was slowly steering the conversation.
"Size isn’t everything," he replied calmly. "But fullness matters. The way they feel in the mouth... the way they spill out when you squeeze them... that’s what I enjoy."
Sera’s cheeks burned. She leaned down again and licked the head of his cock slowly, tasting the precum that had beaded there, before looking back up at him.
She hesitated for a second, then asked the next question with careful innocence.
"My lord... have you ever... thought about breasts that are even more mature? Like... the kind that have a little weight from age, but still look beautiful and full?"
Julian’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.
He could see exactly where she was trying to lead him.
"You an like a woman who has already given birth?" he asked, his tone casual.
Sera nodded quickly, trying to keep her expression neutral.
"Yes... sothing like that."
Julian remained silent for a mont, and Sera squird, wondering if she had pushed too much. But then he smiled and continued.
"I have. Mature breasts have a different appeal. They’re heavier. Softer. They hang beautifully when the woman leans forward... and they feel incredible when they’re pressed against you."
Sera’s breathing had grown shallower again. She continued stroking him with her breasts, but her movents had beco slightly more distracted as she listened.
The young lord was far more talkative today and far more open than she had ever seen him before. It was strange, unsettling even. There was none of the usual arrogance, none of the cold composure that had defined him in the past.
She did not understand the reason behind this sudden change, and for a brief mont, curiosity stirred within her.
But she quickly pushed it aside.
Understanding him was not her responsibility. Whatever had changed in him, it did not matter to her.
As long as her work was done, that was all that mattered.
She then finally gathered her courage and asked the question she had been building toward, trying to make it sound like natural curiosity:
"Then... what about Lady Olivia’s breasts, my lord? Do you think they would feel that way?"
The na hung in the air between them.
"..."
Sera kept moving her breasts around his cock, but her eyes were fixed on his face, watching for any reaction.
And she got it.
For a specific mont, the young lord froze.
She felt his cock twitch violently in her cleavage and then beco exceptionally hard. It was as if simply hearing the na "Olivia" had unlocked sothing deep inside him.
"My lord?" Sera called out softly.
No response.
"My lord?" she called again, a little louder.
Finally, the young lord spoke, his voice lower and rougher than before.
"Sera... you know I don’t like talking about those things."
Sera imdiately put on her most innocent face. She leaned down and licked the swollen head of his cock slowly, making him twitch again in her hands.
"I am sorry, my lord," she whispered apologetically. "But I am just asking so that I can pleasure you better. You said you liked mature breasts... and the only one I can think of is Duchess Olivia."
Julian’s voice turned hesitant, almost guarded.
"But you know she is my mother."
Sera smiled softly, the corners of her lips lifting just enough to seem natural. She had expected anger, perhaps even to be thrown out on the spot.
Instead, he hesitated.
That alone told her everything she needed to know.
He’s not angry... she thought, excitent blooming in her chest. This is working. I’m finally getting sowhere.
She decided this was the mont.
She pressed her breasts together more firmly around his shaft and looked up at him with wide, earnest eyes.
"You are safe with , my lord," she said gently, her voice full of fake sincerity. "You don’t have to worry about anything. You can be frank with . I won’t judge you. I only want to understand what you like... so I can serve you the way you deserve."
She leaned down again and planted more kisses before she pulled back and continued speaking softly.
"Lady Olivia is very beautiful... and very mature. Her breasts are quite large and full, aren’t they? I’ve seen the way they look when she wears certain dresses. They would feel incredibly soft and heavy in your hands..."
She paused, watching his face carefully.
"Do you ever imagine touching them, my lord? Or... tasting them?"
Julian smirked inwardly.
He could see exactly what Sera was doing. She was slowly circling the topic, testing boundaries and trying to draw him out without making it obvious.
She was good.
Not flawless, but skilled enough that most n would have yielded by now without even realizing it.
He decided to give her just enough rope.
In a slightly hesitant, lowered voice, he answered:
"Um... sotis yes... but it was in the past."
The mont the words left his mouth, Sera’s expression shifted.
A triumphant little smile flashed across her face for a split second before she quickly hid it behind a mask of gentle concern and curiosity. Inside, her heart was racing with excitent.
Finally.
She could already imagine herself returning to Vanessa later tonight, reporting every single word in vivid detail. This was the breakthrough she had been waiting for.
Still stroking his cock slowly, Sera leaned in a little closer.
"In the past?" she repeated gently, tilting her head. "But... you still think about her sotis, don’t you? Even now?"
Julian’s face took on a troubled expression. He looked away for a mont, as if struggling with himself, before his gaze returned to Sera.
"Sera... will you really not say this to anyone?"
At that, Sera gave him a warm, reassuring smile and nodded slowly.
"Yes, my lord. I am devoted to you now. I will serve only you from now on. Whatever you tell will stay between us. I promise."
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