Chapter 116: Wow, She’s Amazing

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Wow, She’s Amazing

She drew her legs together, thick soft thighs pressing into each other, collecting the breast milk flowing down from her belly and trying to keep it from soaking the sheets. The sheets were already wet from the fluids leaking from her pussy and the earlier squirt, yet she still tried her best not to make a mess.

She was failing tremendously. The leaking breast milk not only ran downward but sideways as well, sliding along her curves and dripping onto the silky sheets, soaking them in creamy milk and leaving a sweet, lingering scent in the fabric.

"Aaahnn...Yes, just like that... mmhhhmm... violate my breasts to your heart’s content." Her body quivered from the pleasurable heat of Xavier’s humongous cock buried deep in her valley, moving in a steady piston motion.

"Nnnh... ahh... ohh...All of my milk is reserved for you and you only." Xavier felt her hot breath wash over his glans as her words landed on his dick.

She lifted her face forward. Her soft, squishy, hot tongue emerged from between her parted lips. She began licking his tip, swirling her tongue in slow circles over the sensitive head every time he pushed forward to the hilt.

Lick... mmm... ahh...

Quiet, wet sounds accompanied each slow circle.

"I’m close."

Hearing Xavier’s words, her cow ears twitched. Her tail swayed across the damp fabric of the soaked sheets beneath her ass.

The next time Xavier thrusted forward, Arabelle sealed her plump lips over his swollen head and sucked hard, clearly inviting him to climax in her mouth. He didn’t dare pull back for another thrust. He kept his cock buried to the root in her tightly squeezed breasts while she sucked on the tip. Warm, wet pressure closed around him.

Suck... mmph...

"You want to drink my cum that much?"

She answered with her tongue, swirling it around his head, teasing his sensitive frenulum, poking the tip with the pointed end of her soft tongue—slow and deliberate.

Mmm... nnf... lick...

After the intense buildup, the slow movements of her warm flesh pushed Xavier over the edge.

His balls tightened. His cock convulsed, still concealed deep in the cleavage of her full breasts, and a hot shot of fresh seed erupted into Arabelle’s mouth with zealous force.

Ahhh—!

Thick, sweet heat took over her tongue.

Her cheeks puffed from the sheer volume of cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed in greedy gulps, but the cum filled her faster than she could swallow. Thick, creamy, viscous fluid overflowed from the corners of her soft lips that encircled his crown, dripping down her chin in slow, heavy trails.

Glk... glk... mmph... swallow...

She kept sucking even after he finished climaxing, clearing out every last drop remaining in his balls, milking him dry just as thoroughly as he had milked her. Soft, rhythmic suction continued until nothing more came.

Suck... mmph... nnnh...

When she was done, she released his cock with a soft wet pop.

"How was that for a reward?" he asked, lying down beside her and pulling her soft body into a gentle embrace. His legs overlapped her plump thighs; her breasts squashed against his muscular chest, warm and slightly sticky with milk.

"The best reward I’ve ever received, hehe." She settled into his arms and drifted off to sleep, her breathing soon grew into quiet, contented sighs soft against his ear.

The next morning Xavier woke with Arabelle on top of him, his face buried in her breasts. The soft, heavy weight of them pressed against his cheeks, carrying the mild, creamy scent of milk.

"Good morning. Here’s your morning milk—drink up." She squeezed her breasts hanging low over his face. He opened his mouth and two streams of fresh creamy milk fell straight into it, warm and smooth on his tongue. He drank it all without any hesitation.

"They’re holding the practical endurance exam today. Wanna go watch?" Arabelle asked once Xavier had his fill.

Practical Endurance was a subject at the Imperial Academy covering every form of sport related to physical and mental endurance—from 100 m and 400 m sprints to 1500 m track, swimming, obstacle courses, plank duration, and more.

"Sure, let’s go," Xavier replied, getting up from the bed. The sheets clung slightly where the night’s fluids had dried.

They walked to the main building and continued south toward the practical fields.

"There sure is a crowd here," Xavier exclaimed as they entered the nearly full stadium. Voices rose in a steady murmur across the stands.

"Of course. It’s one of the more popular subjects among students. Even if they don’t attend the class, most still love to watch just for the competition," Arabelle replied, searching for empty seats. Almost the entire stadium was filled; only the last row still had a few vacant spaces.

"Xavier!" A familiar voice called from behind them.

"Charles!?, so you’ve come to watch as well?" Xavier turned and found Charles Bellmoore standing there.

"Watch? Nah, I’m here for the exam." Charles turned to show the number 5 printed on the back of his T-shirt.

"Anyway, you won’t get any good seats this late. Why don’t you and your friend come with me? I’ll get you some seats in the competitors stand."

"How generous of you," Xavier replied.

"Oh, come on. We’re friends—don’t be so formal." Charles patted Xavier’s shoulder and led them past the crowd toward the field. The scent of packed earth and warm grass drifted up from the track.

As they entered the field a grounds attendant stopped them. "Only participants are allowed beyond this point... Oh—Charles it’s you. Go ahead, but the other two can’t enter."

"C’mon, boss. They’re with me. Let it slide for once."

"Hmmm... alright, go ahead."

Somehow Charles managed to convince the guard without much effort and they were allowed through.

"Here. Now I have to go prepare for the race. I’ll see you later." Charles showed them to their seats and left.

"You have such nice friends," Arabelle said, sitting next to Xavier, taking his hand.

The professor for Practical Endurance, Professor Meisner, called the students for the 100 m sprint. Charles took his place wearing the number-5 jersey.

"Set... Go!!" The professor snapped his fingers with magical amplification. The sound carried so far that even the students in the last row of the stadium heard it clearly, sharp and sudden.

The moment the race began, every eye locked onto the person in the lead—a beautiful girl with short teal hair cut in a straight bob, matching teal eyes gleaming sharply. She moved with elegant precision, wearing a white crop top with the number 1 on its back and white athletic gym shorts. Pale skin, toned abdomen in clear view, lean curves, and a firm bubble butt. She swept the field, leaving the others behind by a wide margin. Her feet struck the track in rapid, clean rhythm.

"Wow, she’s amazing... so fast," Arabelle said, clearly impressed.

A smile curved Xavier’s lips at her words. Arabelle noticed immediately.

"What? Why are you smiling? Do you know her?" she asked.

"Yes. She’s my sister."