Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!-Chapter 256 - : : Lilienne Blackrose!
Massive, overflowing breasts strained obscenely against the deep V-neck burgundy velvet dress—each globe easily larger than Aiden’s head, creamy cleavage spilling forward like an offering, the intricate silver rune embroidery along the plunging neckline doing nothing to contain them and everything to frame the generous valley.
A hint of black lace bra peeked at the edges, teasing the eye. The dress hugged her impossibly wide childbearing hips—hips made for gripping, for breeding—before flaring into a long flowing skirt that swept her ankles, sheer black lace panels running up both sides to reveal tantalizing glimpses of thick, toned thighs and the black thigh-high stockings clinging to them.
Delicate silver garters peeked from under the hem, winking with every step. A white frilly apron was tied brutally tight around her wasp-like waist, emphasizing the obscene hourglass and splattered with delicious evidence of her work: smears of chocolate across one breast, streaks of tomato sauce dripping toward her navel, dots of cream clinging to the upper swell of her cleavage like lewd decoration.
Glossy black heeled ankle boots clicked softly on the tile as she approached, every sway of her hips hypnotic.
Aiden’s eyes locked on her.
Her body screamed MILF in every possible language—breasts so heavy they swayed with each breath, nipples stiff and visible through velvet and lace, waist tiny enough to span with both hands, ass so round and plush it strained the skirt fabric, thighs thick enough to crush a man’s skull in ecstasy. Everything about her radiated fertile, experienced, fuck-me-senseless heat.
Her emerald eyes widened the instant she saw him.
Then they lit up like a child on her birthday.
She rushed forward—breasts bouncing wildly, apron strings fluttering—and leaned over the counter so far her cleavage nearly spilled onto the wood. She grabbed both of Aiden’s hands in hers, cupping them together and pressing them right against the soft upper swell of her tits, trapping his fingers in warm, pillowy flesh.
"You’re him," she breathed, voice shaking with excitement. "A-Aiden Nightshade, right?"
Aiden blinked—then smirked, feeling the heat of her skin through velvet, the rapid thump of her heart under his palms.
"Y-yes..." he managed, suddenly a little nervous despite himself.
She beamed brighter, eyes glittering.
"I’ve been watching the first-years’ trials. And you were... amazing. You aren’t called the Child of Prophecy for nothing."
"T... thanks, I guess," Aiden replied, voice a little rougher than usual. His eyes—traitors—wandered straight back to the great expanse of creamy cleavage she was shamelessly offering him. Deep valley, soft mounds rising and falling with every excited breath, chocolate smear curving along one curve like an invitation.
She noticed instantly.
Her pouty crimson lips curled into a slow, velvet-smooth, seductive smile.
"Ohh~" she purred, voice dropping an octave into pure sin. "You want to touch them. I won’t mind."
She pushed her chest forward even more, trapping his hands deeper into the plush valley, letting him feel the stiff peaks of her nipples scraping against his palms through thin lace and velvet.
Aiden stared—first at her face, then back at the obscene display.
"Really?" he asked, voice low, testing.
"Mmm~" She hummed, leaning closer until her breath ghosted his lips. "I became your die-hard fan the second that crystal screamed for you. Watching you break the scale like that... god, it made me so wet I nearly dropped a pan. I’d be my dream come true, sir."
Aiden’s smirk returned—slow, dangerous.
"You keep talking about watching me. How exactly did you see me? I didn’t spot you in the hall."
"Oh..." She finally released his hands—but only so she could lean both elbows on the counter, chin resting on laced fingers, deliberately squashing her massive breasts together until they threatened to burst free. Cleavage deepened into a hypnotic canyon; a droplet of cream slid slowly down the inner curve and disappeared into shadow. "We staff get these little artifacts—floating orbs linked to the chambers. Lets us watch important events while we work. Can’t just abandon the kitchen during a rush, can we?"
She raised her free hand lazily.
A small holographic display shimmered into existence above her palm—currently dark, but edged with faint silver runes.
"See? Though right now I’m not authorized to peek at anything... privacy wards and all." She winked. "But earlier? I saw everything. Every color. Every scream from Ricor. Every second of you being... magnificent."
Aiden leaned forward on his elbows—bringing his face inches from hers, smirk widening.
"So... can I give you my order now?"
His tone dripped flirtation—low, teasing, eyes flicking deliberately to her lips, then back to her cleavage.
Her emerald eyes darkened with heat.
"Ohh boy," she purred, leaning so close their noses nearly brushed, breasts pillowing against the counter edge. "What do you want? Chicken? Beef? Curry? Omurice? Or..."
She let the question hang—then finished in a husky whisper.
"...me?"
Aiden’s gaze dropped blatantly to her chest again—watching the way her nipples strained harder against velvet with every breath.
"I’d very much like to eat you up," he admitted, voice rough. "But my wives will eat me up instead if I don’t bring them something soon."
Lilienne laughed—low, throaty, delighted.
"Ohh... maybe we can slip into the back kitchen later? Enjoy our own private lunch?" She licked her crimson lips slowly. "I promise I taste better than anything on the menu."
Aiden’s smirk grew downright predatory.
"I’ll hold you to that. But right now, Luna will literally eat the table if I don’t feed her."
He glanced back—Luna was indeed staring at him with huge pleading eyes, tail wagging furiously, hands clasped under her chin.
Lilienne followed his gaze, then pouted playfully.
"Fine, fine... but only because she’s adorable. And because I want you coming back for seconds."
She straightened—breasts jiggling hypnotically—and grabbed a small notepad that floated up from the counter on its own.
"So tell me your orders, Lord Aiden."
He leaned closer again, voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush.
"So, Tell me your name. It would be a shame not to know the name of a such beauty."
Her cheeks flushed pink—genuine this time.
"Wow... you’re smooth. No wonder you’ve got so many wives already."
She leaned in, whispering.
"I’m Lilienne Blackrose. But you can call me Lili."
Aiden’s eyes gleamed.
"Lili. Perfect. I’ve got three more wives waiting at home, you know."
"Ohh..." Her thighs rubbed together under the counter—subtle, but he caught it. "You want more?"
"I’m always happy to add more," he said, voice velvet. "Especially when they’re this hot."
Lilienne hissed under her breath—soft, needy.
"God... listening to you makes me so wet."
She shifted—thighs pressing together harder, apron shifting to reveal more of the sheer lace panels and the shadowed promise between her legs.
"Don’t worry," Aiden murmured, leaning so close his lips nearly brushed her ear. "When I come back? Bet your sexy ass on it—I’ll take care of that ache myself."
"Ohh god..." she whimpered, eyes fluttering. "You’re so fucking hot."
He pulled back just enough to let her breathe—smirk wicked.
"Now... about those orders."
Lilienne fanned herself with the floating notepad—breasts heaving.
"Y-yes... of course, sir."
Aiden rattled off the list—his voice calm while his eyes never left her cleavage.
Lilienne scribbled frantically—then looked up, biting her lip.
"It’ll be out in ten minutes. Floating trays. But..."
She leaned forward again—breasts nearly brushing his chest over the counter.
"...if you come back for ’dessert’... ask for me specifically. I’ll make sure we’re alone in the prep room."
Aiden’s hand slid across the counter—fingers brushing hers.
"Lili, maybe." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
He turned—slow, deliberate—giving her one last lingering look at his back before walking away.
Lilienne watched him go—thighs clenched, breath shallow, apron stains suddenly feeling like foreplay.
"God help me," she whispered to herself. "I’m already ruined."
Aiden returned to the table.
Luna pounced the moment he sat—climbing half into his lap, nuzzling his neck.
"Master! Did you order? I’m starving!"
He chuckled, petting her hair.
"Soon, baby. Food’s coming."
Thristle grinned across the table.
"You were flirting with the chef, weren’t you?"
Thristle grinned across the table.
"You were flirting with the chef, weren’t you?"
Aiden smirked, one hand idly stroking Luna’s lower back while she straddled his lap.
"She wants some dick."
Nyxion purred low against his shoulder, fluffy tail curling tighter around his thigh.
"Heart Lord... bring her to us next time. We’ll share."
Luna clung even harder—arms wrapped around his neck like vines, cheek pressed to his chest, hips wiggling shamelessly as she ground down just enough to tease. Her massive breasts squished against him, nipples stiff through the velvet blazer.
"Master... spoil me," she whined adorably, voice high and needy, batting long lashes up at him. "Pet me more... kiss me... tell me I’m your favorite..."
Aiden chuckled, sliding his free hand up to scratch behind her wolf ears. She melted instantly—purring, tail thumping against his leg, hips rocking in tiny needy circles.
"You’re always my favorite, pup."
Nyxion pouted dramatically, crossing her arms under her breasts.
"I wanted the lap."
"Next time," Aiden promised, smirking.
Selvara leaned forward.
"You’re such a pervert, My Lord. Flirting with a random milf chef while your wives sit right here? Shameless."
Thristle laughed. "Says the one who eye-fucked him the whole time he was talking to her."
Before Selvara could retort, a soft, trembling voice cut through the chatter.
"C-Can I sit with you all...?"
Everyone turned.
Ela Voss stood there—lavender hair falling over one flushed cheek, amethyst eyes wide and shimmering with nervous hope. Her hands twisted together in front of her skirt, shoulders hunched like she expected rejection.
The table went quiet.
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END OF Chapter : 256 : LILIENNE BLACKROSE!
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