Divine Milking System

Chapter 340: 340 | Swallowing Sunlight [GT BONUS]

I grinned against her breast and bit down on her nipple while pressing my thumb harder. Naomi’s entire body went taut beneath me, bowstring-tight from the crown of her pink head to the stockinged toes curling against my lower back.

Her orgasm hit like the first wave of her own ability. Her walls clamped down with enough force that I had to slow my strokes or risk finishing alongside her, and that wasn’t the plan. Not yet. She needed to come at least twice before I finished to maximize the buff quality, and the extraction efficiency peaked when her arousal sustained between orgasms rather than spiking and crashing.

Milk sprayed from both breasts. Warm and sweet and vanilla-bright, hitting my chest and chin and the sheets in arcing streams that the Sanctum’s ambient light caught and turned golden.

I drank what I could. Wasted the rest. The bottles were full. What mattered now was the buff.

Naomi shook beneath me for fifteen seconds, her voice a continuous sound that wasn’t words and wasn’t screaming, something in between that belonged exclusively to this version of her, the real one, the one that only surfaced when I was deep inside her and she’d stopped pretending she didn’t want exactly this.

I didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Kept the rhythm steady while her orgasm receded in stages, leaving her flushed and gasping and soaked in her own milk.

Her eyes found mine. Those enormous pink irises, blown wide, the color pushed to the edges by dilated pupils that reflected the impossible sunset through the window.

"Again." She swallowed. "Make me come again and then fill me up."

My whole body responded to those words. The combination of Naomi’s sweet voice and the explicit demand, the gentle girl from the fishing village telling me to come inside her while she wore cow-print stockings and a bell around her throat in a pocket dimension that ran on orgasms.

I pulled out, flipped Naomi onto her stomach, and she went willingly, her bell chiming against the mattress as she landed. I grabbed her hips and lifted them until her ass rose from the sheets, the thigh-highs framing her legs in black lace bands that pressed into the muscle of her thighs. She looked back over her shoulder, her pink and black hair plastered to her face with sweat, and the look she gave me contained zero apology and all permission.

I slid back into her from behind and Naomi’s face dropped into the pillow. The angle was deeper. She made a sound that the pillow muffled into something animal and raw.

I activated Euphoric Feedback at eight. Sensory Hijack at full Bronze capacity, layering touch amplification across every point where my skin met hers while projecting taste onto her tongue, making her experience the phantom flavor of dark chocolate and sea salt that had nothing to do with reality and everything to do with the Bronze upgrade allowing me to manipulate two senses at once.

Naomi screamed into the pillow.

Her second orgasm ripped through her in a wave that I felt in my own body because her walls went into a rhythmic pattern that was almost too much. Her back arched, pushing her ass higher, and milk sprayed from her breasts onto the white sheets in patterns that looked like abstract art.

I kept moving. Chasing my own release now because the math was done and the bottles were full and Naomi had two orgasms and the Gold buff required me to finish inside her and my body had been maintaining a discipline that was rapidly reaching its expiration date.

Naomi’s voice rose from the pillow. "Inside. Please. Jace, I need you to."

I gripped her hips with both hands and drove forward three more times, each stroke pulling sounds from Naomi that she would absolutely deny making if anyone ever asked. On the fourth stroke my vision whited out. The release hit me from the base of my spine and flooded forward, and I buried myself as deep as I could go while Naomi pressed back against me with her full strength and the bell on her choker rang one final time.

I came inside her in pulses that I lost count of because the System chose that exact moment to flood my visual field with notifications.

\[Divine Empowerment activated. Target: Naomi Love. Duration: 48 hours.\]

\[Buff applied: Wave Motion elevated to Gold Tier. Physical performance enhanced to 125%. Mana pool increased by 30%.\]

\[Devotion: 97%. Status: Yours.\]

Naomi collapsed flat onto the mattress and I followed her down, my weight pressing her into the damp sheets as I breathed against the back of her neck. Her heart hammered against my chest through her back, fast enough that I could count the beats per minute and recognize the number as medically elevated.

Her bell sat sideways against the pillow. One of her stockings had slipped to her knee. The shell necklace from her mother had migrated around her neck and hung near her shoulder.

"Jace."

"Mm."

"That was."

"Yeah."

"I can feel it." Naomi shifted beneath me, her body doing something internal that I recognized as the buff settling into her mana channels. "The Gold. It’s warm. Like swallowing sunlight."

I kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder, right above where the choker sat. She tasted like salt and vanilla and home.

From the porch came the sound of the front door opening. Belle’s footsteps crossed the farmhouse floor. The bed dipped as Belle sat on the edge, still wearing nothing but her cow-print panties and the matching thigh-highs and the bell that she’d kept on through her own orgasm.

"Are you two finished being adorable?" Belle’s voice held the particular brand of impatience that meant she’d been listening through the walls and her body had already started preparing for what came next. "Because I need my Silver buff, I’ve been sitting on that porch marinating in my own juices for twenty minutes, and if Monroe doesn’t put his mouth on me in the next sixty seconds I’m going to file a formal complaint with the managing the milk vampire group chat."

I lifted my head from Naomi’s neck.

Belle sat cross-legged on the bed. Her breasts were still wet from earlier. Milk had dried in white trails down her stomach. Her blue hair stuck to her face in damp strands, and her amber eyes held the specific hunger of a woman who had watched through a window and heard through walls and was done waiting for her turn.

"Sixty seconds," she repeated. "Fifty-nine."

Naomi laughed into the pillow beneath me, the sound vibrating through her entire body and into mine.

I pulled out of Naomi carefully, and she rolled onto her side with a satisfied groan, her legs curling toward her chest. The Gold buff had already begun its work. I could see it in the way the muscles in her arms flexed involuntarily, in the brightness returning to her pink eyes, in the way her breathing evened out faster than a normal post-orgasm recovery should allow.

Tomorrow she would fly over a C-rank forest canopy raining blue-white devastation on creatures that outranked her normal ability by two full tiers.

Tonight she curled on white sheets in thigh-high stockings and a cow bell and looked more powerful than anything I’d seen come out of a gate.

I turned to Belle.

"Thirty-two seconds," Belle said. "Move."