Chapter 221: Finished Milking

Kalon walked over and helped Josinia steady herself.

Her lip was still split. Dust covered one side of her training robes. Up close, he could see the slight tremor in her fingers which was a sign of her low mana reserve and leftover adrenaline.

He brushed a streak of dirt from her cheek with his thumb and kept his hand there a second longer than he needed to.

"You did more than well," he said. "You dropped six of them on a hostile island with a skill you only just awakened. Most people freeze the first time real killing starts. You didn’t."

Josinia’s pink eyes softened at once. The hard focus from the fight loosened into something warmer.

"I only managed it because you were there."

"I backed you up. You still did most of the work" Kalon leaned in and pressed a brief kiss to her forehead. "I’m proud of you. Truly. But that last one was above your current level. I won’t risk you on another island like this until you’re stronger."

She looked like she wanted to argue, then nodded.

"I know. I felt it the moment he pushed through the spark."

"I’m sending you back to Venduros. Rest. Clean up. Keep training Travelling Spark the way you used it today. Next time we do this, you’ll take more of the fight yourself."

Josinia reached up, held the front of his shirt for a moment, and rested her forehead against his chest.

"Come see me soon."

"I will."

Kalon kissed her once more, properly this time, then focused on the system and returned her home.

[Sending Josinia to Venduros...]

[...]

[Transfer complete]

The island felt emptier the moment she was gone.

...

Seraphina descended not long after.

Her white wings beat hard against the strong winds as she dropped onto the cracked stone, storm-grey eyes moving from the golden ash of the black-winged man to Kalon.

"You definitely made a statement," she said.

"I had no choice, they attacked first."

Seraphina did not argue. She simply opened one wing in invitation.

"Come. I’ll take you back."

Kalon stepped in behind her and secured his hold around her waist. Seraphina launched from the hostile shelf and carried them up into open sky.

Cold air tore past them. Below, the slowly collapsing island gradually began to fade out of sight.

For a while neither of them spoke.

Then Seraphina, still flying forward into the flight path, broke the silence.

"About your reward."

Kalon waited.

"I thought about land," she said. "Titles. A formal place in the court. Access to the higher islands. None of it felt right. You didn’t stabilise those islands for paperwork, and I don’t want to insult you with something that isn’t worth what you have done for us." Her wings adjusted against a crosswind. "So I’m asking you directly. Name what you want."

Kalon looked at the line of her neck, the heavy shape of her body under the formal clothing, the giant wings working in steady rhythm.

"Something does come to mind." He replied.

Seraphina’s flight path did not change, but her voice came a fraction tighter.

"Then say it."

"When we land," Kalon said, "I’ll tell you exactly."

...

The sky-chamber was quiet when they returned.

Kalon entered first and sat on the edge of the wide bed that faced the open arch to the sky. Wind moved softly through the room.

Seraphina stopped in the doorway after a long minute.

She had removed the formal clothing now, after hearing Kalon’s request.

She stood there completely naked, silver-white hair loose around her shoulders, giant white wings half-folded behind her. Oil shone across her heavy, slightly golden G-cup breasts, slick and deliberate, running in thin lines down the soft undersides and over her stomach. Her thick thighs were smooth, and the sweet spot in-between completely hairless.

Her storm-grey eyes were nervous in a way that didn’t suit a queen.

"Is this... really what you want?" she asked.

Kalon looked at her without rushing the answer.

The oil made her breasts catch the light every time she breathed. They were full enough that the weight of them showed even while she stood still, soft, heavy, and erect at the nipplee from nerves and the cold.

They were truly ginormous things. Kalon had only ever seen a pair in porno’s.

"Yes," he said. "Come here."

Seraphina hesitated, then walked to the bed.

Each step made her oiled breasts shift.

When she reached him, she sank to her knees between his legs without being told a second time, wings settling low against the floor.

"I’ve never done this for anyone," she said quietly. "If I’m awkward—"

"You’ll be fine. You’re a queen after all."

Kalon freed his member. Seraphina’s eyes flicked down, then back up to his face, trying to hide what seemed to be surprise.

She swallowed once, lifted both oiled breasts in her hands like they were weights, and pressed them around his cock.

The heat and softness closed in immediately.

Her G-cups swallowed him with room to spare, slick from the oil, fat enough that her hands almost disappeared as she pushed them together. She started moving carefully at first, sliding the heavy pair up and down his length in short uncertain strokes.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Harder. Keep them tight."

Seraphina nodded and obeyed. She squeezed her breasts together more firmly and worked them along his cock with growing confidence, oil squelching softly between the soft flesh. The slick pressure milked him from base to tip with every stroke. Her face stayed flushed, shy even while she did it, storm-grey eyes flicking between his expression and the way his cock disappeared into her overwhelming cleavage.

Kalon rested a hand on the back of her head but did not force her.

"That’s good."

The praise steadied her. Seraphina leaned in closer, letting the weight of her oiled tits do more of the work, lifting and pressing them around him in a steady rhythm. The soft fat of them compressed and released over and over, milking him with wet, heavy friction while her wings shifted restlessly against the floor.

She bit her lip, shy and focused at the same time, and kept stroking him between her G-cups as the oil ran down over his cock and her fingers.

She couldn’t help but wonder, is this how a queen should behave?

She found herself not caring about the answer. This man was a saviour of her islands, and she would do whatever she could to please him.