I leaned forward and kissed her, hard. Belle made a surprised noise against my mouth before responding with equal fervor. Her lips tasted like honey and milk, sweet and addictive.
While kissing her, I positioned the glass under her breast and began to massage the soft flesh. Milk sprayed into the cup imdiately. The System registered each ounce collected.
Belle moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders. When we broke apart for air, she looked at with glazed eyes.
"Moo moo," she whispered, then giggled at her own joke.
"Did you just—"
"Shut up and keep milking ." She grabbed my wrist and guided my hand more firmly against her breast.
I obliged, continuing to extract her essence while kissing down her neck. The cup filled steadily, white liquid sloshing against the glass sides. Belle’s breath ca in short pants, her body responding beautifully to my touch.
"There’s sothing so wrong about this," she murmured, eyes closed in bliss.
"And yet you’re enjoying every second."
"Never claid otherwise."
When the first cup filled, I set it aside and grabbed another, switching to her other breast. Belle’s head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat and the little silver bell that chid with her every movent.
"You’re getting good at this," she admitted between gasps.
"Practice makes perfect." I circled her nipple with my thumb, watching milk bead and drip into the cup.
"How many tis have you done this now?"
"With you? Or in general?"
"Both."
"With you, seventeen tis. In total..." I pretended to calculate. "More than I can count on all my fingers and toes."
Belle’s eyes narrowed. "That’s a lot of won."
"Not really. Just a few, repeatedly." I kissed her again before she could question further.
The second cup filled quickly. I set it beside the first, admiring the sight of two full glasses of Belle’s essence. Twenty mouthfuls, two hundred points. Almost two days of additional life.
"There," I said, patting her thigh. "All done with you."
"Wow. I feel so special." Her sarcasm couldn’t quite hide the genuine satiation in her expression.
"Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you later."
"Promises, promises."
I turned to Naomi, who’d been watching us with quiet intensity. Unlike Belle’s brash confidence, Naomi carried a shyness that made every interaction feel like unwrapping a present.
"Your turn," I said, picking up the third empty cup.
She nodded, a slight tremble visible in her hands.
"Co here." I patted my lap. "Let’s try sothing different."
Naomi crawled across the bed and settled onto my thighs, her back against my chest. Her smaller fra fit perfectly against , warm and soft.
"Like this?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at .
"Just like this." I wrapped one arm around her waist to stabilize her, the empty cup held in my other hand.
Naomi relaxed against , her trust both gratifying and terrifying. I positioned the glass under her breast and began to massage gently.
She reacted instantly, her entire body tensing. "Oh!"
"Too much?" I eased the pressure slightly.
"No, it’s just—" She squird in my lap. "More sensitive than before."
I kissed her shoulder. "Relax. We’ve got ti."
Her milk flowed more slowly than Belle’s, requiring patient coaxing. I kept my touch light, teasing the flesh until she lted back against .
"That feels..." She trailed off, words apparently failing her.
"Good?" I supplied, my lips against her ear.
"Mmhmm." She turned her head, seeking my mouth.
I kissed her deeply, continuing to milk her breast. Naomi’s essence dripped steadily into the cup, each drop worth more than Belle’s thanks to her Silver rank. The System logged the collection:
\[Essence Collection: Silver-Tier, 25 points per ounce\]
Her kiss was different from Belle’s—softer, more hesitant, but with an underlying hunger that surprised . Where Belle demanded, Naomi asked. Both approaches had their rits.
The cup filled halfway, then three-quarters. Naomi began to rock subtly in my lap, creating friction against my renewed arousal. I wasn’t sure she even realized she was doing it.
"Just one more," I whispered, my mouth still close to hers.
Her response ca out breathless. "Please don’t stop."
I moved to her neglected breast, angling the sa cup to catch what was coming. She sagged further into , each breath quicker than the last.
"Jace." My na left her lips like she was asking for sothing she couldn’t quite na. "I can feel it building, I’m about to—"
"Let it happen." I channeled another soft wave of Euphoric Feedback through her, watching her expression shift from tense anticipation to sothing closer to surrender.
Naomi ca apart in my arms, her whole body shuddering. Milk sprayed from both breasts, so landing in the cup, so splashing across my hand and her stomach. She cried out, a soft, broken sound that sent heat straight through .
The cup filled completely with her climax. I set it aside and held her as she trembled through aftershocks.
"Sorry," she managed after a mont. "I didn’t an to—"
"Never apologize for coming." I kissed her temple. "Especially not when it looks that good."
Belle watched us from her position on the bed, eyes half-lidded with renewed interest. "Sensitive is an understatent."
"Shut up," Naomi mumbled, burying her face in my neck.
"Hey." I tilted her chin up. "Nothing to be embarrassed about."
Her smile was shy but genuine. "One more cup, right?"
"One more." I reached for the last empty glass. "Think you can handle it?"
"I’ll try." The determination in her voice made want to kiss her again. So I did.
The final extraction went quickly, Naomi’s body already prid and responsive. I filled the cup while kissing her, my free hand tracing patterns across her stomach.
When I finished, I had four cups of essence—two from Belle, two from Naomi. My Vault would be fully stocked for tomorrow’s gate, with extra left over if needed.
"All done." I helped Naomi off my lap and laid her gently beside Belle. "Thank you both."
Belle raised an eyebrow. "Such manners after literally milking us like cows."
"What can I say? My mom raised right."
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