NTR MILF: I Was Summoned by Thirsty MILFs to Breed Them-Chapter 28: Taking an Innocent MILF

Less than an hour later, the open carriage rolled out of the palace gates under a brilliant afternoon sky.

Just pure, blazing daylight, the city wide awake and waiting.

Trumpets sounded from every tower. Banners snapped in the warm breeze. The streets were packed—merchants, craftsmen, children on shoulders, wives with glowing bellies held high like lanterns.

The royal party rode in full view:

Alex in the center, black-and-gold robes open at the chest. Lilia beside him, white silk fluttering, silver hair catching the sun. Serena and Nyx on the opposite bench, golden and midnight-blue, armor and leather gleaming. Alicia perched on Alex’s lap, arms around his neck, possessive and proud.

Cheers followed them like thunder.

And in the noble quarter, under the bright afternoon sun, Alex saw her.

In a quiet side street, away from the main parade route, a young woman—twenty-five, voluptuous in every way that made men’s heads turn—was being hurried inside a modest townhouse by her husband. She was stunning: long auburn hair cascading over bare shoulders, blue eyes wide and curious, body poured into a simple blue dress that clung to massive tits, a tiny waist, and hips so wide they swayed with every step.

Her ass was plump and round, jiggling slightly as she resisted her husband’s push. Skin like cream, lips full and red—she looked too sexy for the quiet life, the kind of woman who turned heads without trying.

The husband was a plain man in his thirties, lanky, dressed in merchant’s robes, his face pale with panic. He had one hand on her arm, trying to drag her through the door, whispering urgently. "Inside, now, Lena! Before he sees—"

But Alex had already seen.

"Stop the carriage," Alex said, voice cutting through the cheers.

The driver pulled the reins. The horses halted.

The crowd went still.

Alex stepped down, the four women following.

The husband froze, face draining of color. The wife—Lena—bit her lip, thighs pressing together, nipples stiffening visibly under the thin dress.

"My lord," the husband stammered, bowing low. "We meant no—"

Alex ignored him, eyes locked on Lena.

She met his gaze, bold and hungry, chest rising and falling fast.

Tomas—her husband—tried again, voice shaking. "She’s... she’s my wife, my lord. Please—"

Lena stepped forward, pulling free of his grip.

"Tomas," she said softly, eyes never leaving Alex, "he’s here now. The curse is broken. I want what every other woman in this city has."

Tomas’s hands shook. "Lena, no. You’re mine—"

She turned to him, gentle but firm. "I love you. But I’ve waited twenty years to feel full. Let me have this."

Alex stepped closer, close enough that Lena’s breath hitched, her tits brushing his chest.

"You want me to breed you?" he asked, low enough for only the three of them to hear.

Lena’s answer was immediate, voice breaking with need.

"Yes... please... right now."

The words were soft, almost innocent, the voice of a woman who had never known a real man’s touch. But her body told a different story.

Her massive tits rose and fell with every frantic breath, nipples so stiff they poked like diamonds through the thin blue dress. Her waist was tiny, sucked in by years of corsets and longing, but below it her hips flared wide, ass so thick and round the fabric stretched tight across it, the seam riding up between plush cheeks with every tiny shift of her weight. Her thighs trembled, rubbing together, already slick.

She looked like fertility itself had sculpted her and then forgotten to give her a husband who could match.

Tomas dropped to his knees in the street, face white.

"Lena... please..."

She didn’t even glance back.

Alex took her hand. One gentle tug and she followed, docile as a lamb, eyes wide and shining, lips parted on a soft little gasp as his fingers brushed her wrist.

The crowd parted like water.

He led her straight to the open carriage. Lilia, Serena, Nyx, and Alicia moved aside without a word, making space on the wide cushioned bench. Lena climbed in, dress riding high on those creamy thighs, ass jiggling as she sat. The moment the door closed behind them, the driver flicked the reins and the carriage rolled forward.

Tomas was left kneeling in the dust, mouth open, watching his wife disappear into the royal vehicle while the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Another one for the royal breeder!" "Make her glow, my lord!" "Bless the house of Tomas!"

Lena sat trembling between Alex and Alicia, hands folded in her lap like a good girl, but her thighs wouldn’t stop rubbing together. Her scent (sweet, desperate, untouched) filled the carriage.

Alex reached over, slow, and rested one hand high on her bare thigh. She jumped, then melted, a tiny whimper escaping her throat.

"Twenty years," he murmured, thumb stroking the soft skin just under the hem of her dress. "And no one’s ever filled this body properly?"

She shook her head, auburn hair spilling over her shoulders.

"Never," she whispered, voice shaking. "Tomas tries... but he can’t. I’ve dreamed of this day since the first stories reached us."

Alicia leaned in on her other side, possessive but curious, fingers brushing Lena’s cheek.

"You’re going to glow so bright tonight," she said, almost gentle. "He’ll ruin you for anyone else."

Lena’s breath hitched. A visible shiver ran through her. Milk beaded at her nipples, darkening the blue fabric.

Lilia, Serena, and Nyx watched with lazy, hungry smiles as Alex slid his hand higher, pushing the dress up those endless thighs until the carriage shadows swallowed the sight.

The crowd outside kept cheering, waving, throwing flowers that rained against the windows.

Inside, Lena’s innocence was already cracking, soft little moans slipping free as Alex’s fingers found how soaked she was.

"Save it for the palace," he growled against her ear. "I’m breeding you on silk sheets while the whole court watches."

She nodded frantically, tears of relief in her eyes.

"Yes... please... make me yours..."

The carriage rolled on, banners snapping, the city roaring its approval.

Another wife taken in broad daylight. Another belly destined to glow before sunset.

And in the dust of the street, Tomas stayed on his knees long after the carriage vanished, listening to the cheers that told him his marriage had just changed forever.