Divine Milking System Chapter 145 | The Sensory Experiment

I cupped her face in my hands, looking into those pink eyes that had captivated from the first day. The softness there, the trust—it hit in places I didn’t know could still be touched.

"You have ," I whispered, easing her back onto the bed. "All of ."

Her hands gripped my shoulders as I pushed her dress further down, helping her wiggle out of it completely. She lay there in just her white bra and cotton panties, her skin flushed pink from her face all the way down to her chest. Her pink and black striped hair spread across the pillow like so kind of ani protagonist’s dream girl.

And she was mine. At least for now.

"You’re beautiful," I said, and ant it.

She reached for , trying to pull on top of her, but I resisted. "Not yet."

"Why not?" A hint of impatience colored her voice.

"Because," I said, trailing kisses down her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach, "I want to make sure you’re taken care of first."

Her breath hitched. "I don’t need—"

"I know you don’t need it." I hooked my fingers into her panties and slowly slid them down her legs. "But I want to give it to you anyway."

I settled between her thighs, looking up the length of her body. Her face was half-hidden behind her hands, shy even now. It was fucking adorable.

"Watch ," I said softly. "I want you to see what I’m about to do to you."

She peeked through her fingers, and I held her gaze as I lowered my mouth to her. The first taste of her hit my tongue, and I had to close my eyes for a mont. Sweet with a hint of salt. Perfect.

I licked slowly up her slit, and her hips jerked in response. My hands found her thighs, holding them open as I settled in for a proper feast. Long, lazy strokes of my tongue had her squirming, little gasps escaping her lips.

"Jace," she breathed, one hand moving to tangle in my hair.

I could feel her getting wetter against my mouth, her taste growing stronger. My cock strained painfully against my jeans, but I ignored it. This mont wasn’t about . It was about her.

That’s when I decided to try sothing. I’d been practicing with Sensory Hijack since stealing it from Aurora, testing its limits. At Bronze rank, I could manipulate two senses at once. And I knew exactly which two I wanted to enhance for Naomi.

I focused first on taste. I wanted her to experience what I was experiencing—the sweetness of her own arousal on my tongue. It took concentration, but I managed to project that sensation to her mouth.

Her eyes flew open, wide with shock. "What—what is that? What did you do?"

I paused, looking up at her. "I’m letting you taste yourself. The way I taste you."

Her face flushed deeper. "That’s... oh god."

"Good or bad?"

"Good," she whispered. "So good."

I smiled against her inner thigh. "Then you’ll like this next part even better."

I focused on touch now, amplifying every sensation where my mouth made contact with her most sensitive areas. Each flick of my tongue against her clit would feel like ten. Each suck like a wave of pleasure crashing through her entire body.

The effect was imdiate and intense. Her back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. Her thighs clamped around my head, her fingers digging into my scalp.

"Holy shit," she gasped. "What are you—how are you—"

I didn’t answer, too busy working my tongue in circles around her clit, occasionally dipping lower to thrust inside her. Her taste filled my mouth, and I knew it filled hers too—the connection between us doubled, tripled in intensity.

My hands slid under her ass, lifting her slightly for better access. I devoured her like a man starving, her moans growing louder with each passing second.

"Jace, I can’t—it’s too much—"

I eased back on the sensory manipulation, not wanting to overwhelm her completely. Just enough enhancent to make every touch electric, every lick a lightning bolt of pleasure.

She was grinding against my face now, her body seeking more friction, more pressure. I gave her what she wanted, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking gently while my tongue flicked rapidly.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted, her voice rising in pitch. Her thighs were trembling against my cheeks, her stomach muscles tightening visibly.

I could feel her getting close, teetering on the edge. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upward to find that spot that would push her over.

"Look at ," I commanded, lifting my head just enough to make eye contact. "I want to see your face when you co."

Her eyes locked with mine, glassy with pleasure but focused. I held her gaze as I redoubled my efforts, fingers working inside her, tongue lashing her clit with quick, steady strokes.

When she ca, it was spectacular. Her entire body went rigid, her mouth opening in a silent scream before the sound finally tore free—my na, over and over. Her inner walls clenched around my fingers in rhythmic pulses, her clit twitching against my tongue.

I didn’t stop, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. Only when she collapsed back onto the bed, pushing weakly at my head, did I finally relent.

I crawled up her body, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes unfocused, a thin sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the afternoon light.

"You okay?" I asked, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead.

She nodded weakly. "What... what was that?"

"That was Sensory Hijack," I said, pride evident in my voice. "I upgraded it to Bronze rank."

"It was..." She searched for words. "Intense. I could taste myself. And everything you did felt so much stronger."

I stretched out beside her, propping myself on one elbow. "That’s the idea. I can manipulate two senses at Bronze rank. I figured taste and touch would be the most fun combination."

She laughed breathlessly. "You figured right." Her hand found mine, squeezing weakly. "Give a minute to recover, and then I want to try sothing else."

"Take all the ti you need." I pressed a kiss to her temple. "We’ve got all afternoon."

She turned her head to look at , sothing soft and vulnerable in her expression. "Thank you."

"For the orgasm? No thanks necessary. My pleasure. Literally."