Chapter 30. Gotta Teach Her How To Use That Massive Chest Of Her For A Good Work!**

Chapter 30: 30. Gotta Teach Her How To Use That Massive Chest Of Her For A Good Work!**

I pulled my fingers from her dripping heat, watching as they glistened in the lamplight, coated in her thick, translucent arousal.

The room was silent except for her ragged, broken gasps as she tried to remember how to breathe. She looked like a goddess who had just descended from some ecstatic heaven, wrecked and beautiful.

A surge of playful energy hit me, a brief moment of levity in the middle of this charged intensity.

"God, Laura," I chuckled, looking down at my hand. "You’re practically a fountain."

I leaned over and gave her stomach that firm, toned muscle I had admired moments before a quick, joking slap. "Still strong, huh?"

I expected a startled laugh or another indignant glare. What I got was something entirely different.

The moment my palm connected with her taut abdomen, Laura’s entire body convulsed in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

Her eyes flew wide open, her mouth falling into an ’O’ shape, and before she could even scream, a powerful gush of fluid erupted from between her thighs.

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"AHHHNNNN~!" she shrieked, but the sound was cut off by the sheer force of the release.

A stream of her juices sprayed across my hand and splashed onto the sheets between us.

I froze, completely caught off guard, blinking at the sudden deluge.

"Holy fucking... shit," I muttered, half shocked and half impressed.

Laura lay there for a second, stunned herself, before her face twisted into the meanest, most murderous glare I had ever seen directed at a human being.

"Roland... ngghhh... I’m still sensitive...!!!" she hissed through clenched teeth, though her voice was still shaky from the orgasm. "You... you absolute idiot! Did you have to do that?!"

I couldn’t help it.

A bark of genuine laughter escaped me as I shook my head. "Sorry, sorry! I didn’t think you had that much left in the tank!"

I laughed, genuinely amused by the absurdity of the moment. "My apologies, My Lady Knight."

"I underestimated your... hydraulic capabilities."

"I will kill you in your sleep after this," she threatened, but the way her cheeks were flushed red told me she wasn’t actually angry, just mortified.

"Not if I kill you from the inside..." I looked at her pussy. "...there first, right?"

"Ugh... such an idiot!" She covered her face with a pillow right away.

I moved to settle myself, straddling her hips and sitting back on her stomach. The position put my cock directly above her chest, the massive, throbbing length of it hovering just inches above her breasts.

Laura removed the pillow from her face, and then her eyes immediately darted to it, her breath catching again as she stared at the vein-ridged muscle twitching above her.

"Now then," I said, my voice dropping back into that husky, instructive tone. "Since we’re in the middle of a lesson..."

I brought my hand up to her face. My fingers were still dripping, slick with her own sweet essence.

I didn’t ask, but I simply pressed two fingers against her parted lips. "Open up, Laura."

She hesitated for a fraction of a second before her knightly pride surrendered to curiosity. She opened her mouth, and I slid my fingers inside.

Her tongue immediately wrapped around them, lapping at the taste of herself, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my cock jump.

"There you go," I murmured, watching her swallow. "Taste what you made for me."

As she cleaned my fingers, I leaned down closer, my cock brushing against the tops of her breasts. "You need to learn more than just how to take it, Laura."

"A woman who knows how to give is twice as dangerous."

I watched her throat work as she sucked on my fingers, the wet sounds filling the space between us. "You see..."

"There’s something called a titjob," I explained, my voice a low rumble. "Using your breasts to squeeze me, creating friction, and even driving me mad while I watch you."

"And then there’s the blowjob... it used your mouth for good work, especially your tongue and your lips, to claim me properly."

I moved my hips slightly, letting the head of my cock graze her nipple. "I want to teach you all of it..."

"I want to see you master every single way to make a man beg for mercy... a man like me, of course!" I punched the sheet. "Don’t want any man to take you away from me."

She blushed hearing that. And then making that ’really?’ look.

Laura pulled my fingers from her mouth with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to my skin. Her eyes were dark, hungry, and no longer shy.

"Teach me then," she whispered, her voice dripping with challenge. "Show me everything, Roland..."

"Don’t leave anything out."

A slow, dark smile spread across my face as Laura issued her challenge. It wasn’t the smile of a lover or a companion, but it was the smile of a predator who had just been handed the keys to his prey’s cage.

In the flickering light of the infirmary, my expression twisted into something hungry and almost cruel.

I saw Laura flinch.

For the first time since I had known her, the ice Knight Lapisfield looked genuinely frightened. Her pupils dilated as she searched my eyes for any trace of the Roland she knew, but she found only a bottomless, unhinged desire.

"You want to learn, Laura?" I whispered, my voice dropping to a velvet growl that made her shiver visibly. "Then you’d better learn to hold on tight."

"Because I’m not going to hold back anymore."

Without warning, I reached down and grabbed both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

I didn’t just pinch them... I fucking gripped them firmly and pulled, dragging the sensitive flesh of her entire breasts upward with them.

"AAAAHNNN!" Laura’s back arched violently off the bed, a high-pitched, keening moan tearing from her throat. "Roland, ah! Too... too hard! Nngh!"

"Too hard?" I teased, giving them another tug that made her breasts strain upward. "Or just exactly what you need to feel alive?"

Her nipples were already pebbled and crimson from the stimulation, standing out starkly against her flushed skin.

I shifted my weight, positioning myself between the two magnificent mounds of flesh. I lowered myself slowly, letting the head of my cock find the narrow valley between her breasts.

The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. Even compared to Alicia whose body had been my obsession for years... Laura was something transcendent.

Her breasts were fuller, heavier, and softer, creating a cleavage so tight and slick that the friction felt like molten silk.

"Oh god," I hissed through gritted teeth as I sank into her cleavage. "Laura... your tits... they’re incredible!"

"This feels better than anything I’ve ever felt."

I began to move. I started with slow, deliberate thrusts, sliding my cock up and down the valley of her cleavage.

The wet, sliding sounds "schlick, schlick, schlick echoed in the room as her arousal and my pre-cum lubricated the path. But I didn’t stop at just friction.

As I drove myself between them, I kept my grip on her nipples, pulling them up and down in rhythm with my hips.

The combined sensation was devastating. Her breasts were being pulled and twisted while my cock hammered between them, creating a chaotic storm of pleasure.

"OHHHH! MMMM... AHHHHNNNNN~!" Laura was losing it.

Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow, her blue hair fanning out like spilled ink. "It’s... it’s too much! Roland, I can’t... ahhhnnnn~!"

"I can’t think!"

Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably, her legs splayed wide as her muscles spasmed from the sheer overload of nerve endings.

Every time I thrust upward, the pressure on her nipples sent electricity straight to her clit... like every time I slid down, the cock rubbing against her sternum made her gasp for air.

"Look at me, Laura!" I commanded, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Look at what you’re doing to me."

I increased the tempo. The slow grinding turned into a savage, piston-like motion.

Slap, squelch, slap.

My cock was disappearing between her breasts with every stroke, the flesh squeezing around me with desperate tightness.

"Yes! Yes! Keep going! Don’t stop!" she screamed, her voice cracking.

Her fingers dug into my ass, pulling me closer, demanding more of the punishing friction. "I want to feel it all!"

"Give me everything, Roland! AAAAHHHH!"

The tension in the room was a living thing, thick enough to choke on. I could feel her climax building again. I could see it in the way her inner thighs quivered and the way her breathing turned into ragged, desperate whimpers.

I leaned down, my chest pressing against hers, crushing her breasts even tighter around my cock, turning the titjob into something primal and desperate.

"That’s it," I growled against her lips, my own control fraying at the edges. "Give in to it!"

"Let the ice knight melt!"