Chapter 90: Map 2 Level 2 - 3
Selene screamed, her petite body bucking in the vines, her small breasts jiggling, milk spurting from her nipples in thin streams, trailing down her pale skin, her pussy gushing with arousal despite her shame.
The HUD pulsed in her vision: Selene – Yield: 19ml. Flow unstable. Heart rate spiking.
Her hips bucked midair as the pressure in her chest loosened, a thin stream of milk escaping her left breast, trailing down Kota’s wrist, warm and slick.
He leaned in, his mouth brushing her nipple, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, sending shivers through her core.
"No more princess," he growled, his voice low, commanding, his lips grazing the puffed tip. "Say it."
She bit her lip, her voice breaking with sobs of humiliation and need, tears streaming down her cheeks as her clit throbbed untouched.
"I... I’m your little bottle," she whimpered, her bratty facade crumbling, her pussy clenching with shameful desire. "Please milk me, I-I’m full..."
"That’s not enough," he said, his fingers twisting harder, coaxing more milk from her swollen nipples, the sensation a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure that made her thighs quiver, her virgin hole dripping with arousal.
"I’m your spoiled... cream slut..." she gasped, her voice raw, defeated, her humiliation kink igniting as the admission sent a fresh wave of heat through her core, her pussy aching for release she knew she wouldn’t get.
He drank, his mouth latching onto her nipple with a firm suck, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, drawing out her milk in slow, forceful pulls.
Selene’s scream turned into a moan, her body arching, the vines holding her still as he suckled deep, his free hand kneading her other breast, palm slick with her milk, fingers pressing in deep, milking her like a common dairy whore.
Her head snapped back, blonde hair wet against her neck, her petite body trembling as milk gushed into his mouth, the relief blending with humiliating ecstasy, her pussy clenching around nothing, wetness flooding her thighs.