novelraw Chapter 970: Epilogue 18 - Country Of Elves (6)
Chapter 970: Epilogue 18 - Country Of Elves (6)
Solaris crushed my cock between the warm, heavy weight of her breasts.
"Do you like this, Leon?" she asked, eyes fixed on mine as she pumped her breasts up and down, the flesh sliding over my shaft in a steady, deliberate rhythm.
"Yes..." I breathed.
It was the only honest answer. The pressure and heat pressed into me like a living vice as well as every roll of her tits sent a shock through my pelvis. I tried not to groan—tried to keep my teeth clenched—but the pleasure was too sharp and too immediate. It had me curling my toes and forgetting everything but the sensation.
"These breasts have gotten bigger since I started having sex with you," Solaris said, casual and proud. "As expected of us elves—the more love we get, the more our bodies mature. It won’t be long before Artemis grows into a body like this."
I didn’t know exactly how elven physiology worked, but the image of Artemis blossoming into that kind of maturity lit something feral inside me. Thinking about shaping her, about making that change, made my chest tighten with a possessive thrill. It felt dirty and delicious all at once.
"Oh my, are you really that excited at the thought of my daughter matching my bust? Your cock just twitched between my breasts," she purred, voice teasing.
She kept working me—breasts sliding, squeezing, the skin slick and warm—while a wetness spread along my shaft. It wasn’t just spit. No, there was a thicker tackiness that clung to me, a sensation that made me grind involuntarily. I tried to place the feeling. It was not quite saliva, not quite oil—something that stuck pleasantly, a little obscene.
"Fufufufu... It feels good, right?" she asked again, like she was confirming a hypothesis.
"Solaris, you’re—" I started, but she cut me off.
"I don’t know how it started, but... I’m lactating," she said, like it was nothing more than an odd fact.
Her words made sense when I noticed the milk mixing with her saliva and the slick on my cock. It was strange—lactation usually comes with pregnancy—but she didn’t look pregnant. Odd or not, the milk only made the friction more decadent, adding a sticky, almost sugary layer that made every slide more intense.
"Nnn... For some reason, having my breasts pressed all around me makes me feel weird...~" she murmured, sounding both amused and curious. "I wonder how you taste with my essence on you."
Without hesitation, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of my cock that peeked through her cleavage. Her tongue was cool, wet, and expert—tracing the ridge, darting across the head, spreading saliva and milk together in a thin, slick film.
"Kuh...!" I choked out. It was an electric, impossibly good sensation—like someone had pressed a finger to the exact spot on a violin string and made it sing.
She hummed and made small wet noises as she moved. Her hands cradled the sides of my cock and guided her breasts to squeeze harder, forming a flesh tunnel that both trapped and teased me. Her tongue worked the most sensitive spots with maddening precision. She kissed and nibbled the tip, made light suctions that felt like tiny explosions down my spine.
"N... Nnmmmchu...~" she kissed the head, each little suction punctuating my nerves. I was balancing on the edge, the pressure building to a point where restraint was almost meaningless.
"I’m cumming, Solaris...!" I warned, voice thick.
Then I lost it. My semen shot free—hot and sudden—and splattered across her face, wetting her cheeks and trickling into the cleft of her chin.
"Ahh... So warmmm...~" she sighed, delighted, and licked up what she could. Her lips tasted like me and her milk all at once. She looked up at me with that same naughty grin, mouth glistening.
She wasn’t finished. "Now then... here... this time. Shoot your semen right here. It’s thirsty for you. Make it drink and quench its thirst with your cock and semen," she commanded, opening her vaginal lips with an expectant arch. A gleaming thread of love juice slid out and fell to the floor.
I obeyed like a man who’d already lost his reason. I repositioned her—made her lie back, lifted her legs just enough for a better angle—then lined up and drove my cock home. The world narrowed to the bite of her wetness and the resistance of her entrance.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! S-So good...~ I can’t get enough of being filled by you like this, Leon...~" she moaned, voice soft and melting even at the first thrust.
"You are really lewd, Solaris. That’s exactly why I’m glad you chose me," I said, breath ragged.
"It’s fate that brought us together—there was nothing to stop it," she answered, pulling me down into a deep, hungry kiss. Her mouth smelled faintly of milk now, the scent thick and oddly intoxicating. When we kissed, I felt like I could dissolve into her. She was warm, milky, and utterly consuming.
I began to move my hips, slow at first, matching the kiss to the rhythm. Her tongue went sloppy and greedy and the sounds she made were wetter and more urgent. Every thrust met with a soft, slick embrace—this was a mature elf’s pleasure, seasoned and deep, not the sharp, raw want of youth but a heavy, knowing hunger.
"Nghhh, hnnhghh, nnn... ~ Mmnhhchhuuu... nn..~" she pantingly sang against my mouth, each syllable a pulse of want.
I broke the kiss and sank my mouth down to her breasts, sucking at the heavy peaks. "Ahhh, if you keep sucking like that... my milk will come out..." she warned between gasps. Then with a wet, surprised moan she felt it—milk spurted from her nipple and filled my mouth. The taste was sweet and full, the texture thick and creamy, and I swallowed it like wine.
Lying between milk and sweat and the smell of sex, something firmed in me that now that I’d taken Artemis, Solaris would be next, and after her, the rest of the elves.