Chapter 115: Help Yourself

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Help Yourself

After the advanced swordsmanship exam, a worn-out Arabelle returned to her room with a heavy heart and the lingering heat of Xavier’s kiss still on her lips. A faint sweetness from that kiss remained on her tongue.

She didn’t even bother turning on the lights. The room stayed dim, lit only by the soft silver glow of moonlight.

"I was hoping to get some action today, but alas... looks like I’ll have to spend the night by myself."

She took off her uniform shirt, freeing her heavy breasts from the cloth’s constraints. The soft flesh rolled and settled against her ribs with a slight jiggle, warm against her skin. Her hands cupped the undersides of her breasts before her fingers slid up and gently twisted the erect nipples.

Aaahhnn... so sensitive... mmm...

She stopped there, slipped off her skirt, and stepped into the bathroom for a quick shower. Cool water traced down her curves, rinsing away the day’s fatigue.

Gently patting her hair dry with a soft towel, she came out of the bathroom completely naked. Her round ass swayed with each step as she walked to the bed, the air cool against her damp skin. She tossed the wet towel onto a nearby chair and dropped onto the mattress, exhausted from the tiresome exam. Her gaze drifted toward the crescent moon shining behind the half-drawn curtains at her bedside. Before long, sleep claimed her.

In the middle of the night her body began to heat up. A wet warmth spread between her legs. As sleep faded, she feared she had wet the bed.

Oh no...how embarrassing would it be for a fully grown woman to wet the bed?

But she soon realized she was not alone. A gentle, comfortable presence rested beside her, radiating familiar heat. She rubbed her eyes to shake off the last of the drowsiness and finally saw him clearly.

"Xavier!" Her voice rose almost to a scream in happiness.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Xavier pulled his hand out of her damp folds. A thin strand of slickness stretched briefly between his fingers and her skin.

"What are you doing here?" Her hand moved on its own, falling onto his shoulder and pulling him closer.

"I’m here to give you your reward." He leaned in and took her soft lips in a heated kiss.

"Mwah... mmm... I thought you were busy," Arabelle murmured between kisses, her breath warm against him.

"I came back as soon as I could. Am I too late?"

"No. I’m glad to see you anytime. So... is this my reward?" Her hand slid down his body and gently wrapped around his raging erection. The thick shaft was hot and heavy in her grip. "I haven’t received it yet, but I’m already loving it." She chuckled and began slowly stroking his huge dick, feeling the veins pulse under her fingers.

"That... is a part of it," he said, breaking the kiss. His hands cupped both of her full breasts from the sides, pushing them together so the liquidy mounds swelled upward.

His eyes fixed on the pink peaks. He sealed his lips around one erect nipple and sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks to create a vacuum while squeezing firmly with both hands, fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh.

"Ahnnnn... so forceful, Xavier... it’s sensitive there... mhhm... aaah..." Arabelle bit her lip as he grew wild on her tits. Soft, wet sounds of suction filled the quiet room—suck... slurp... mmph...

The nipple stretched inside his mouth under the pressure. He kept sucking until he felt a warm liquid fill his mouth—honey-like sweetness lingering beneath a gentle, creamy flavor, smooth and mellow.

When he finally released her breast, a cloudy fluid was leaking from the tip of her pink peak, glistening under the moonlight with a soft drip.

"Milk!"

Arabelle was a bovinekin. Their females were one of the species that lactated even without pregnancy. She patiently watched Xavier’s reaction, seeing him freeze and stare at the point where the milk had leaked.

"Do you hate it?" she finally asked, a trace of uncertainty in her voice.

"Nonsense. How could anyone hate breast milk?"

Hearing his answer, her lips curved into a smile.

"May I drink some?" Xavier asked.

"Go ahead. Help yourself."

She grabbed her breasts from the sides over his hands and squeezed firmly. A thin stream of milk squirted from both tits, landing on Xavier’s face and smearing his cheeks with warm, creamy wetness.

Ever since starting at the academy, Xavier had experienced one event after another that he could only have dreamed of in his previous life. Drinking breast milk straight from a lover’s breasts was one of them. He knew only Arabelle could give it to him whenever he wanted.

Pulling her nipples together, he took both into his mouth and steadily slurped the creamy milk in greedy gulps. The rich, mild flavor coated his tongue while her soft flesh pressed against his face.

Arabelle’s breath hitched into soft, needy sounds.

"Nnnh... ahh... ohh..."

Once his thirst was satisfied, he sat up and straddled her, enveloping his rock-hard cock between her breasts. He stretched her tits and aimed them toward each other. Streams of milk shot out, colliding and cascading down into her deep cleavage like a river, coating the veins of his thick shaft buried deep in the fleshy mounds. The warm liquid ran over his skin in slow trails.

"Aah... so lewd... mmph..." she moaned from the pleasure of being milked. Every time Xavier’s fingers pinched her nipples, she felt the liquid travel from deep inside her breasts, rise, and finally spill from the tiny orifices on her pink nubs with soft, wet spurt... dribble... sounds.

Using her own milk as lubricant, Xavier began to move, pulling his hips back and thrusting forward into the soft flesh. The rough, veiny ridges of his huge cock dragged along the milk-soaked skin of her breasts while she pressed them tightly from both sides, feeling his hot rod drill into her cleavage. Soft, wet squelching sounds rose with every thrust.

schlick... squelch... shhhlick...

The silky surface of her plump breasts trembled as ripples of waves traveled from the undersides of her mounds to the upper curves with every impact of Xavier’s pelvis.

Each time he thrust fully forward, his swollen head peeked out from the tight cleavage and gently brushed her thick lips, leaving a heavy musk of precum near her nose. She inhaled it in deep whiffs—the sweetest scent she knew—and let out a low, breathy murmur.

"Mmm... ahh..."

Her eyes stayed on Xavier’s face as he took his pleasure from her chest, watching the sight of fucking her breasts as if it were the best view in the entire world.

Pale skin covered in cloudy milk kept rolling in oceanic waves. The excess milk overflowed from her cleavage, ran down her belly in warm rivulets, pooled in her navel, and continued further below—accompanied by soft, continuous wet sounds and Arabelle’s quiet, hitching moans.

"Nnnh... aaah... ohh..."