Divine Milking System

Not gentle. Not tentative. Just direct and sure with her mouth against mine and her hands coming up to my face.

I kissed her back. Tasted chocolate and something sweeter underneath, something warm that made my brain go quiet. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

She pulled away. Breathing slightly faster.

"Okay. That was. Good."

"Yeah."

"Want to do it again?"

"Obviously."

She laughed and kissed me harder. Her body pressed against mine. Soft and warm and curves that made thinking impossible, made everything else fade to background noise.

My hands found her waist. She made a small sound, halfway between surprise and approval. Then pulled back.

"We should. We should probably slow down."

"Probably."

"I don’t want to slow down."

"Me neither."

"This is a problem."

"Big problem."

She stepped back. Put space between us. Ran her fingers through her orange hair while her breathing evened out.

"Okay. New plan. We go back to the field. Eat the rest of the food. Talk like normal humans who aren’t about to make terrible decisions. Then I decide if I want to. Continue this."

"Works for me."

We walked back through the trees. Sat on my jacket again. The sunset painted everything gold and orange, turning the grass into something out of a painting, the kind you see in museums and don’t really understand until you’re sitting in it.

Aurora ate chips. Drank water. Looked at me with those sharp green eyes while I tried not to think about how her lips tasted.

"Tell me something true."

"Like what?"

"Something you haven’t told anyone else. Something real. Not the surface stuff everyone shares."

I thought about the system. The death timer ticking down in the corner of my vision. The extraction network I was building like some kind of harem protagonist. The bet with Blair. The way Naomi looked at me this morning like I’d hung the moon. Belle’s increasingly flirty texts. Hikaru’s three percent attraction that somehow felt more dangerous than the others combined.

"I’m scared," I said. "All the time. Every day. That I’m going to run out of time or make the wrong choice or hurt someone who doesn’t deserve it."

"Because of the dying thing?"

"Because I have to keep choosing survival over being a good person. And eventually that’s going to cost me everything. Everyone I’ve gotten close to, everyone who’s trusted me, they’re all going to find out what I really am. What I’ve been doing."

She was quiet for a minute. Ate another chip. The crunch sounded loud in the evening air.

"You killed an alpha to protect Belle. You could have stayed in formation. Let Misato handle it. But you didn’t."

"Instinct."

"No. Choice. You chose to risk dying so someone else wouldn’t. That’s not nothing."

"Belle’s on my squad. Of course I’d help her."

"Most people wouldn’t. Not really. Not when it means actually risking something, putting your own neck on the line." She set the chip bag down. "They’d do the math. Calculate the odds. Decide she’s not worth it."

"I’m not most people apparently."

"No. You’re really not." She smiled. "You’re weird and complicated and you make terrible jokes at bad times and somehow that makes you interesting instead of annoying."

She finished the water. Set the bottle aside. Looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read, something between curiosity and decision.

"I’m going to kiss you again. And then I’m going to decide if I want to do more than kiss you. Is that okay?"

"Yes."

She moved onto my lap. Straddled me. Her dress rode up high on her thighs. Her hands found my shoulders and squeezed.

"You’re sure about this?" she asked. "About. Me being part of whatever you have going on? Whatever weird situation you’ve got with Belle and Naomi and whoever else?"

"I’m sure."

"Even though I’m ranked 23 and you’re 141?"

"Especially because of that. You’re way out of my league. Everyone knows it. Makes it more fun when they figure out you picked me anyway."

"Good answer."

She kissed me. Slow and deep this time. Her tongue traced my lower lip. I opened for her. Tasted chocolate and something warm underneath, something that made my whole body wake up.

Her hips shifted. Rolled against me. I made a sound I didn’t mean to make, something between a groan and a curse.

She pulled back. Smiled like she’d won something, like she’d just proven a point she’d been thinking about all day.

"You’re fun. I like fun."

"I’m noticing."

"Want to see something cool? Something I don’t usually show people on first dates?"

"Always."

She touched my face. Her fingers warm against my jaw, gentle in a way that contradicted everything about this moment.

The world. Changed.

Everything I tasted became strawberry cream, rich and sweet and impossible. The grass beneath us smelled like ocean salt and vanilla, clean and intoxicating. The evening air felt like silk against my skin. Aurora’s voice when she spoke sounded like music with layers I’d never heard before, harmonics that shouldn’t exist.

"That’s my ability," she said. "Sensory Hijack. I can control what you taste, smell, feel, hear, see. All of it. Everything your body tells your brain about reality. I could make you experience anything."

"That’s. Incredible."

"It’s dangerous. I could make you taste poison when you drink water. Make you see monsters that aren’t there. Make pain feel like pleasure or pleasure feel like agony. I could convince your brain you’re dying when you’re perfectly fine."

"But you’re not."

"No. I’m making everything better. Sweeter. More intense. Because I want you to feel what I feel when I’m with someone I actually like, someone I want to be close to."

She kissed me again. The taste exploded across my tongue. Layers of flavor that shouldn’t exist, combinations that made my brain short-circuit. Her mouth felt like heaven and honey and something divine, something beyond normal human experience.

I pulled her closer. My hands slid down her back. She arched into me and made a sound that went straight to my cock.

"Jace."

"Yeah?"

"I want. I want to do this. With you. The. Extraction thing. Tonight. Now."

"Aurora."

"I know what it means. Belle explained. Three orgasms. You finish inside. I get the buff. You get my ability. And we both get what we need. It’s transactional but it doesn’t have to be just that."

"We don’t have to. Not tonight. We can just. This is good. This is already good."

"I know we don’t have to. I’m saying I want to. I’ve thought about it. I’m choosing this."

She kissed my jaw. My throat. The sensation felt amplified beyond normal human experience, every touch electric.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you spent 200 points on cake. Because you showed up early to find the perfect spot. Because when I asked you to tell me something true you said you were scared instead of pretending to be brave. And because I really. Really want to see what you can do with that ability of yours. Euphoric Feedback, right? Belle said it was insane."

"It’s. Intense."

"I’m counting on it."

She stood. Offered her hand. I took it and let her pull me up.

"Where are we going?"

"Your room. Where you took Belle. Where you took Naomi. Where we can do this properly without an audience, without risking someone walking by and ruining everything."

"My roommate might be there."

"The scary Japanese kid who never talks?"

"Yeah."

"I don’t care. I want you. Right now. While I still feel brave enough to actually say it out loud, before I lose my nerve and talk myself out of something I know I want."