Chapter 15: Say Yes
Noctlisa's shimmering eyes and drooling tongue told Jett exactly how aroused she was. His heated breath bathed her scalp and nape, saliva seeming to melt into her chocolate skin. She trembled in place, thighs rubbing and chest heaving.
Catching the torn edge of her bodice, Jett yanked it down along with the top of her bra. One breast bounced free, its nipple already hard. He seized the ample mound, squeezing until her flesh spilled between his fingers.
He kneaded the breast as though working silky dough, then ripped away the rest of the bodice to bare its twin and lavished it with the same rough devotion. Soon both breasts overflowed his palms.
Slightly lighter than Mia's, but still huge and soft. I don't remember a single flat‑chested maid in those paintings.
Cradling her tits like treasured artifacts from the Storage Orb, Jett glanced up at Noctlisa and couldn't stop the grin curling across his face. She panted, sweat beading down her temple, half‑lidded eyes fixed on him while he gently kissed each nipple, then sucked hard, drawing a guttural moan and another shiver. Her clenched fists trembled as pleasure mounted.
"You said you cloak yourself in shadow armor during battles?" Jett asked, his breath washing over her damp skin.
"Yeah, Master... it's one of our innate skills," Noctlisa answered, voice husky yet respectful.
"So are you the only one who gets hornier when I shred your clothes?" he teased, palms sliding across her still‑clad waist.
"I... I'm not sure, Master," she admitted.