She had been tasked with protecting him. It was said that he possessed the abilities of the Monster King, including the power to control monsters with a mere whiff of their scent. Or that's what it's supposed to do... but after generations its power only makes monsters either want to eat, fuck, or protect the power user... "What? I'm a monster, but that poor baby... I'll put on a mask and be extra careful!.. teehee," she chuckled to herself as she geared up.

She donned her bodysuit, noticing it felt a bit tighter than usual after having kids. Her massive breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs strained against the latex material. Securing her mask, she made her way to her destination. "Oh, he must be rich. And look at all those rampaging monsters outside - naughty, naughty," she mused, pulling out her energized weapon.

With swift, precise movements, she swiftly dispatched each monster. Once the area was clear, she approached the mansion's front door and pushed it open. The sound of music drifted down from upstairs. Ascending the stairs, she found him relaxing in his room, watching TV. "My, what a cutie. About the same age as my son, 18 or 19?"

Before she could say more, his potent pheromones hit her senses, penetrating the mask. Her nipples hardened, and she began lactating intensely, overwhelmed by an urge to devour but also protect him. "O-one second, I'll be right back," she stammered, rushing to the bathroom to remove her mask and empty the copious amount of breast milk from inside her suit.

Corruption meter: 5% - don't wanna eat him yet.. Arousal meter: 7% - I can hold myself back for awhile.. Motherly meter: 12% - he looks kinda like my son doesn't he?..