Divine Milking System

I stared at Belle’s face hovering above mine, her blue hair cascading down around us like a waterfall. She lowered herself slowly onto me, inch by inch, her mouth forming a perfect ’O’ as she took me in.

"Oh god," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.

The mid-morning sunlight filtered through my bedroom blinds, painting golden stripes across her naked body. She’d insisted we stay in my actual bedroom this time. "The sanctum is amazing," she’d said, "but I want the real you, in the real world."

Squelch

My hands found her hips, guiding her down until I was completely inside her. She felt different today—more deliberate, less frantic. Yesterday had been about the buff, about power. Today felt like something else.

"You feel so good," I murmured, running my hands up her sides to cup her breasts.

Belle leaned down, her face inches from mine. "So do you."

She began rocking back and forth, setting a slow, maddening rhythm. Not up and down like her usual frenzied bouncing, but a steady grinding motion that sent waves of pleasure through my entire body.

Squish

"Fuck," I hissed, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

"Language, Monroe," she teased, pressing her lips against mine.

I kissed her back, savoring the taste of her mouth. No Sensory Hijack. No ability-enhanced pleasure. Just us—raw, real, and surprisingly tender.

Belle broke the kiss, leaning back slightly so she could look me in the eyes while she rode me. Her hands rested on my chest, fingernails lightly scratching through the sparse hair there.

"You’re staring," she said.

"You’re beautiful."

Her face softened for a moment before her usual sarcastic mask slid back into place. "Careful with those compliments. A girl might think you actually like her."

"Maybe I do."

Belle’s hips faltered in their rhythm for just a second. "Don’t say things you don’t mean."

I reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Who says I don’t mean it?"

Squelch, squelch

She didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned down and kissed me again, harder this time, almost punishingly. Her hips picked up speed, grinding against me with more urgency.

My hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve, every dip, every soft expanse of skin. When my fingers brushed against her nipples, she moaned into my mouth.

"Touch me," she breathed against my lips.

I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it harden under my touch. With my other hand, I reached between our bodies, finding the spot where she needed me most.

Splash

"Yessss," she hissed when my fingers found their target. "Just like that."

I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with gentle pressure, matching the rhythm of her hips. Belle’s breathing grew more ragged, her movements less coordinated.

"Kiss me again," I demanded.

She complied immediately, capturing my mouth with hers. Our tongues danced together as her body moved against mine, chasing pleasure.

When I pulled back slightly, I couldn’t help but smirk. "You getting close?"

"Shut up," she gasped, her inner walls clenching around me. "Just... don’t stop."

I had no intention of stopping. My fingers worked faster, circling her clit with more pressure. Belle threw her head back, exposing the long line of her throat. Her breasts bounced slightly with every rock of her hips.

Smack, smack

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with our heavy breathing and occasional moans. It was primal and raw and perfect.

"Jace," she panted, using my first name instead of my last—a rare occurrence that told me just how far gone she was. "I’m gonna—"

My phone rang, the shrill tone cutting through our bubble of pleasure. Belle’s eyes snapped open, narrowing dangerously.

"Don’t you dare," she warned as my head automatically turned toward the sound.

I reached for the phone on the nightstand, more reflex than conscious decision. Belle immediately grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the mattress.

"Seriously?" she growled, grinding her hips with deliberate force.

Squelch

I groaned as she clenched around me. "It might be important."

"This is important." She rocked harder, taking me impossibly deeper. "Me, on top of you, about to come. That’s important."

The phone stopped ringing, only to start again almost immediately. Belle glared at it like she was considering setting it on fire.

"Fine," she muttered, leaning over to grab it herself without dismounting me. The movement changed the angle, making both of us gasp. She glanced at the screen. "It’s Naomi."

My stomach dropped. "Shit. We’re late for breakfast."

Belle tossed the phone aside, then placed both hands on my chest, rising up so she was sitting fully upright on top of me.

"She can wait," Belle declared, rotating her hips in a way that made my eyes roll back. "We’re busy."

Squish, squelch

"But—"

"No buts. Except this one." She grabbed my hands and placed them on her ass. "Focus on me, Jace. Only me."

The possessiveness in her voice sent a fresh surge of heat through my body. "My, my. Belle Fox, are you feeling possessive?"

Her amber eyes flashed with something like defiance. "Your fault for giving me a taste of that ability. And this." She squeezed around me meaningfully. "I want your full attention."

I groaned, giving her ass a playful slap. "You’ve got it. All of it."

That seemed to satisfy her. She began moving again, faster now, chasing her orgasm with single-minded determination. I matched her rhythm, thrusting up every time she came down.

Slap, slap, slap

The phone rang a third time. We both ignored it. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Belle leaned down, her forehead resting against mine. "I’m close," she whispered. "So close."

I slid one hand between us, rubbing her where she needed it. "Come for me, Belle."

Her rhythm grew erratic, her breathing harsh and uneven. I could feel her thighs trembling against mine, her inner walls pulsing around me.

"Jace," she moaned, and then she was coming, her entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.

The sight of her coming undone—lips parted, eyes closed, face flushed with pleasure—pushed me over the edge. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her in place as I emptied myself inside her.

Splurt, splurt

"Fuck," I groaned, my body jerking with each pulse.

Belle collapsed on top of me, her face buried in my neck. We lay like that for a moment, sweaty and breathless, hearts pounding against each other.

Finally, she rolled off me, flopping onto her back beside me on the bed. "You and your creampies," she murmured, a lazy smile playing on her lips.

"You’d better use this milk vampire thing to get rich, because at this rate, I’m gonna end up pregnant."