Divine Milking System-Chapter 51 | The Third Climax: Unlocking Skills with My Tongue
I’d done this before.
In my old life, I’d gone down on plenty of women. Knew the mechanics. Knew the rhythm. Knew how to read the body language, the sounds, the way thighs trembled when you hit the right spot.
But the moment my tongue made contact with Naomi’s pussy, my brain short-circuited.
Holy shit.
It was like tasting a Cinnabon for the first time. I was nine years old at the mall, sitting on the food court bench with my mom, and she’d bought me this massive cinnamon roll dripping with frosting. I’d taken one bite and immediately understood why people developed food addictions. That perfect combination of sweet and warm and more.
This was that. But sexual. And way, way better.
My fat-ass body would of course compare pussy to pastries. I let it slide because damn.
The taste hit different. Sweeter than I expected, with this faint vanilla undertone that had to be coming from the Silver-tier essence still working through her system. Her arousal was coating my tongue, and I pressed in deeper, actually savoring it like I was trying to extract every drop.
Which, technically, I was.
Not for points. The system didn’t reward me for this. I’d already banked two more days from the milk extraction. This was pure bonus content. A reward for Naomi being such a good girl, letting me drink from her twice, trusting me enough to spread her legs and let me do whatever the hell I wanted.
Schlrp—
"Haahn—!"
Her hips jerked off the mattress. My hands pressed down on her thighs, holding her in place, and I worked my tongue in slow circles around her clit before dipping lower to actually taste her properly.
Fuck.
I was genuinely addicted already. My old body’s tongue still worked the same way, thank god. All that muscle memory from the previous life transferred over perfectly. The fat didn’t affect this part. Just my stamina and my ability to see my own dick without a mirror.
Schlck— schlrp—
"Jace— ah— Jace—"
I sucked. Deliberately. Drew her clit between my lips and applied gentle pressure while my tongue kept moving, and Naomi made this broken sound that went straight to my dick.
I was rock hard. Had been since she’d admitted she wasn’t wearing panties. The tent in my shorts was probably visible from space at this point.
Didn’t matter. This wasn’t about me yet.
I pulled back slightly, just enough to catch my breath, and looked up at her.
Naomi was a mess.
Her pink and black hair stuck to her forehead and neck where she was sweating. Her chest rose and fell with these sharp, uneven breaths that made her breasts move in ways that were deeply distracting. Her sports bra was still bunched uselessly at her waist. Her hands were twisted in the sheets on either side of her hips, knuckles pale from gripping too hard.
And her face.
Her eyes were half-closed, glazed over, completely gone. Her mouth hung open. A flush ran from her cheeks down her neck and across her chest, painting her brown skin darker in the sanctum light.
She looked wrecked.
I’d done that. In three days. Lottery kid. Bottom of the rankings. Fat body. Divine perverted milk system.
And I had this gorgeous Silver-tier girl falling apart under my mouth.
The arrogance hit like a drug.
I grinned against her thigh.
"You taste really fucking good," I said.
"Nn— don’t—" Her voice broke. "Don’t talk right now—"
"Why not?"
"Because I’ll— haah— I’ll die—"
I laughed. Pressed my mouth back between her legs and feasted.
My tongue worked in long, slow strokes. I wasn’t rushing this. The sanctum gave me thirty minutes and I’d already burned through eighteen on the first two orgasms. Twelve minutes left. Plenty of time to make her come completely apart one more time and still have enough for the main event.
Schlrp— schlck—
"Ah— ah— Jace—"
Her thighs started shaking. I could feel the muscle tremors under my hands, her whole lower body going tense as I kept working her over. I dipped my tongue lower, actually pressing inside her, and the sound she made was genuinely inhuman.
"Haaahn—!"
I pulled back and went after her clit again. Sucked hard. Flicked my tongue against it in rapid pulses that had her hips trying to buck despite my hands pinning her down.
This was power. Real power.
Not the system. Not the abilities. Not the stolen skills or the essence points or the lifespan extensions.
This. Making someone lose their mind. Making them say my name like it was the only word left in their vocabulary. Watching them shake and hearing them moan and knowing I was the reason.
Schlck— schlrp—
"Nn— Jace— Jace— I’m—"
"I know."
I didn’t stop. Kept the same rhythm. Same pressure. Let her build toward it naturally instead of trying to force it.
Her breathing went ragged. Her thighs clamped around my head, and I let them, didn’t fight it, just kept my tongue exactly where it needed to be.
"Jace—!"
The third orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Her whole body went rigid. Her back arched completely off the mattress despite my hands on her thighs. The sound that came out of her mouth was half-scream, half-sob, this desperate keening noise that echoed off the sanctum walls.
Haaaaahn—!
I felt her pulse against my tongue. Felt her body clench and release in waves. Tasted the fresh rush of arousal that came with it.
I kept going. Drew it out. Didn’t stop until she was actively trying to push my head away with shaking hands.
Schlrp.
I pulled back. Licked my lips. Savored the taste one more time.
Naomi lay there like she’d been hit by a truck. Her chest heaved. Her legs splayed open, completely boneless. Her hands had fallen to her sides, fingers twitching.
"Three," I said.
She made a sound. Not words. Just noise.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and grinned.
The system notification popped up in my peripheral vision.
◆ ABILITY THEFT COMPLETE ◆
