Divine Milking System-Chapter 84 | A Scream in the Sanctum

I moved to her left breast. The one I only drank from once. It was swollen now. Heavy with milk that hadn’t been released yet.

My mouth watered.

That was new. That was weird. I was actually looking forward to this.

Not just for the points. Not just for the lifespan extension.

The taste itself was addictive. Belle’s milk had a flavor profile I wanted to memorize. Wanted to catalog. Wanted to compare against Naomi’s and Aurora’s and whoever else ended up in this chair.

I was becoming a connoisseur of supernatural breast milk.

My life was so fucked.

I leaned down. My mouth closed over her nipple and I sucked hard, tongue pressing against the sensitive bud.

Belle’s spine curved off the couch. "Fuck!"

Milk flooded across my tongue in a thick rush. Sweet and perfect with that same impossible flavor profile that made my brain light up like a slot machine hitting jackpot. Creamy. Rich. Better than it had any right to be.

A sound rumbled up from my chest before I could stop it. Low and appreciative and completely involuntary.

Belle’s fingers tightened in my hair again, nails scraping my scalp. "Did you just moan?"

I pulled back just enough to speak, lips still brushing her wet nipple. "Your milk is really good."

The words came out rougher than intended. More honest than I meant them to be.

Because it was true. Whatever supernatural alchemy her body was performing, the result tasted like liquid gold mixed with vanilla cream and something else I couldn’t quite identify. Something that made my mouth water for more even as I was drinking.

I went back in. Sealed my lips around her areola and sucked properly this time, cheeks hollowing as I pulled another mouthful from her breast.

"That’s not— you can’t just say—" She broke off into another moan as I sucked harder.

My free hand moved to her other breast. Cupped it. Squeezed gently. Milk leaked between my fingers.

I caught the drops with my thumb. Brought them to Belle’s mouth.

"Open," I told her.

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"Open your mouth."

She did. Slowly. Her lips parted just enough.

I pressed my thumb against her tongue. Let her taste her own milk.

Belle’s eyes went huge. She made a small sound in the back of her throat.

"Good, right?" I asked.

She nodded. Couldn’t speak around my thumb.

I pulled it back. Returned my attention to her breast. Sealed my mouth over her nipple and drank deep.

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

Belle’s hips started rolling again. Seeking friction. Her thighs pressed together.

I slid my hand down her stomach. Stopped at the waistband of her compression shorts.

"Can I?" I asked.

Belle nodded frantically. "Yes. God, yes."

I pushed my hand under the fabric. Found wet heat immediately.

No underwear. Just like Naomi yesterday.

Had she planned this? Or had she just not bothered after training?

Didn’t matter.

I pressed my palm flat against her. Applied Euphoric Feedback at level eight directly to her clit.

Belle’s reaction was immediate and violent. She bucked up against my hand. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.

I kept drinking. Kept my hand exactly where it was. Let the pleasure build.

Her milk tasted even better now. Sweeter. Richer. The arousal enhanced the flavor somehow.

My mouth filled faster than I could swallow. Milk spilled down my chin. Ran down her breast.

I didn’t care. I drank what I could. Chased the streams with my tongue.

Belle thrashed beneath me. Her hands pulled at my hair. Her thighs clamped around my wrist.

"Jace," she sobbed. "I’m—"

"I know."

I circled my hand once. Twice. The third time pushed her over the edge.

She came hard. Harder than the first time. Her whole body locked up. Went rigid. Then shook apart.

The milk sprayed into my mouth. I swallowed fast. Drank it all.

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

Belle’s scream filled the sanctum. High and desperate and completely uncontrolled.

She was loud. Way louder than Naomi. No restraint. No holding back.

Good. I liked that.

I kept my hand pressed against her through the aftershocks. Kept drinking from her breast. The milk still flowed freely.

Bronze-tier really did produce more volume. At least with Belle’s body type.

Mental note for later. Larger breasts equal higher production. Plan extraction targets accordingly.

Belle collapsed back against the mattress. Her body went limp. Her breathing came in ragged gasps.

"Two," I said.

She groaned. "You’re the worst."

"You signed up for this."

"I’m regretting it."

Liar. Her body was still responding. Still producing. Still arching toward my touch even as she complained.

I released her nipple. Looked down at her.

Belle’s hair was a mess. Her blue ponytail had come half undone. Strands stuck to her sweaty forehead. Her makeup was smeared. Her lips were swollen.

She was completely undone.

"Ready for three?" I asked.

Belle covered her face with both hands again. "Give me a minute."

"Clock is ticking. We only have thirty minutes in here."

"How much time is left?"

I checked the system timer. "Eleven minutes."

"Shit." Belle dropped her hands. Looked up at me. "Okay. Let’s finish this."

I grinned. "That’s my girl."

"I’m not your girl."

"Right now you are."

She opened her mouth to argue. I cut her off by leaning down and kissing her.

Belle froze. Her eyes went wide.

Then she melted. Her hands came up to my face. She kissed me back hard.

Her mouth tasted like her own milk. Sweet and rich and perfect.

I pulled back. "Still want to argue?"

"Fuck you," she whispered.

"Maybe later."

I moved down her body. My hands hooked into her compression shorts. Pulled them down her legs. She lifted her hips to help.

Belle was bare underneath. Completely wet. Her thighs glistened in the sanctum light.

My mouth went dry.

"Jace," Belle said quietly. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you to number three."

I settled between her legs. Pressed my palms against her inner thighs. Spread her open.

Belle’s breathing stopped. "You don’t have to—"

I leaned down. Licked a slow stripe up her center.

Belle’s entire body convulsed. "Oh fuck!"

Her milk tasted sweet. But this? This tasted like heaven.

I groaned against her. Couldn’t help it. The taste was incredible.

"You taste so good," I told her.

"Stop talking," Belle gasped. "Just— oh god—"

I sealed my lips around her clit. Sucked hard.

Applied Euphoric Feedback at level nine.

Belle screamed.