She knew this had gone far beyond a simple mana transfer.
For a mont, she even thought of pulling back. The words ford on her tongue, ready to sever the connection and put an end to this dangerous intimacy before it swallowed her whole.
Enough. Stop. This isn’t right.
Simple words. Words that would have ended everything.
But they never ca.
Because the mont her resolve began to harden, as though the connection itself could sense her resistance, sothing shifted deep within the flow.
A profound, mind-shattering sensation seized control of her body all at once. There was no warning. One mont she was herself, and the next she was sothing unmade and trembling, held together by nothing but the grip of his hand around hers.
Her own mana answered it helplessly, rushing outward in great uncontrolled waves, as though her body had forgotten how to hold anything back.
Her eyes rolled completely back, the whites showing as her head fell forward. Her mind went blank for several long seconds, wiped entirely clean by the sheer, rciless force of the sensation.
All thoughts of resistance, of guilt, of propriety vanished in an instant.
And that was when everything started.
She felt the change in his grip before her mind had the clarity to process it.
Where before it had been unsure and a bit tentative as if he was testing the boundaries of what he could get away with, now... it was undoubtedly possessive. His fingers spread wider, his palms now unmistakably trying to cover more of her.
Olivia’s heartbeat was climbing rapidly. Her body had beco a stranger to her, responding to things her mind refused to sanction.
She was a spectator at her own undoing, watching from sowhere just behind her own eyes as every carefully maintained boundary dissolved one quiet inch at a ti.
At first, he simply held the lower part of her breast, and she told herself that was still acceptable. That she could still look back on this mont and find so version of it that made sense to her.
Then, slowly, with a deliberateness that was almost unbearable, he began to move.
It was gradual enough that she could have stopped it at any point.
That was perhaps the cruelest part.
There was no sudden transgression to react to, no single mont where she could point to and say there, that was where it went wrong. There was only the slow, asured progression of his hands, each movent so unhurried that it almost felt reverent, as though he was giving her every opportunity to say no.
She did not say anything at all.
And maybe because of that... his hands moved.
Until finally, with a completeness that stole the air from her lungs, he was holding all of her.
*gasp*
The breath that left her was barely a sound. It was more of a tremor than anything else... sothing that moved through her chest and dissolved before it could form into language.
She could also feel Kraven go still behind her in the sa instant as though whatever he had been tentatively reaching toward, had exceeded his thoughts entirely.
She understood the feeling.
Olivia was in her forties. She had lived long enough to make peace with the passage of ti and understood that the body changed.
Gravity, years of responsibility, the quiet toll of motherhood and rulership... all of it left marks.
Yet even ti could not take away the gracious gift that her body truly was. And she understood this better than anyone else.
Her face was pretty as if crafted by a master artisan. Her breasts were still full and plush, undoubtedly mature and heavy enough to strain against any gown she wore. Her waist remained narrow, almost cinched, flaring out into wide, womanly hips that created a perfect hourglass figure. She was a walking temptation.
She had never thought about it much before.
But now... with his hands on her, and his sudden stunned silence, she knew exactly what he had discovered.
"..."
"..."
Finally, after a few long, charged monts, she felt him move.
His hands grabbed her breasts a bit tighter than before, his fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh. He squeezed them slowly as though testing just how much of her he could hold.
He is playing with them, Olivia thought, a wave of dizzying sha crashing over her.
Gathering what little confidence she had left, she finally managed to look down.
The sight made her mind spin.
His large, manly hands were all over her breasts, yet they were not enough. Even with his fingers spread wide, a generous amount of her softness still spilled over the edges of his palms. The red gown had beco almost transparent where it clung to her sweat-dampened skin, outlining every curve in obscene detail.
Were they always this big...? she thought, her face burning with a deep, humiliated flush.
She had always known she had a generous figure, but seeing it like this — seeing how completely her breasts overflowed her own son’s hands — made the taboo nature of the mont crash down on her with brutal clarity.
And it was then that the mana inside her went berserk.
The bearable flow of mana that had been pulsing between them transford into sothing far more powerful and demanding.
It was as if a vortex had suddenly ford deep within her core.
A swirling, hungry whirlpool of energy erupted inside her, violently sucking her Peak Sovereign mana out of her body and into Julian at an overwhelming rate.
The sensation was indescribable... like being thrown into a storm of pure pleasure and power.
"Ahhn—!!"
Olivia’s eyes widened, then rolled back as a devastating moan tore from her throat. Her entire body convulsed violently.
The vortex inside her spun faster and faster, greedily drinking from the deepest parts of her being.
Every vessels, every drop of her rich mana was being forcefully drawn out through the connection of his hands on her breasts.
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