Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey-Chapter 1113: Milking Xara: Part-2~

That tattoo... it looked like the number ’8’ etched faintly on her back, but not a clean mark. It was old, almost faded—like an ancient tattoo worn and forgotten over time.

The lines were not sharp; they were weathered, like a relic buried beneath centuries of skin and memory.

Aether’s fingers gently brushed over the black mark, his touch barely grazing the surface... but the moment his skin met that tatto, his vision flickered—brief, but vivid.

For just a second, he saw something.

A man... or rather, an echo of himself. Iteration No. 27, wearing black, heavy armour... yet the smile on his face was broken—like something inside him had shattered long ago.

Aether gasped and pulled back, eyes wide as he blinked several times. The room around him came back into focus. The vision had ended as quickly as it came.

’What was that...?’ he muttered to himself, reaching out again to touch the tattoo once more.

But this time... nothing. No vision. Just the silent warmth of Xara’s soft back under his hand.

He could guess that ’♾️’, his symbol, was written on her, but in straight.

But why?

"Is everything alright?" Xara’s voice brought him back, snapping his thoughts into the present. She glanced over her shoulder, her tone curious but slightly worried.

Aether blinked, hesitating for a beat before clearing his throat. "...No, it’s just that... your bra strap is blocking part of the mark... so..." he said, doing his best to sound innocent.

Xara blinked as her cheeks turned crimson. She nodded shyly, eyes looking away.

Aether slowly reached up and unhooked the clasp.

Xara flinched, her arms immediately wrapping around her chest on instinct. Her back arched slightly, her skin reacting to the sudden exposure.

Aether stared at her back again... so pale... so smooth... so pure... and fuck, so irresistibly sexy.

His fingers, slow and curious, began tracing along her bare skin. Xara shivered.

"F-Find it?" she asked in a soft, breathy voice, her blush intensifying as she felt his cold fingers explore her back.

"Not yet..." Aether whispered, his voice low and smooth, as he continued gliding his fingers along her curves, admiring the delicate line of her spine, the soft slope of her waist.

His fingers slowly slid toward her sides, following the path of her body, until—

"Hm!! W-What are you doing?!" Xara flinched, her voice squeaking as she felt his fingers graze the edge of her side boobs.

"Ah—sorry, sorry... I got a little mesmerized..." Aether murmured, not even pretending to sound regretful, his voice thick with heat.

His hand trailed further down, brushing along the top of her hips before sliding inward, his palm slithering like a serpent into the arch of her lower back.

"!!!" Xara turned her head sharply, her face beet red, glaring at him with wide eyes. "You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?!"

Aether chuckled, raising both hands innocently. "I’m sorry... I couldn’t control myself. You’re just too damn tempting."

Xara snorted, clearly about to get off his lap when—

He suddenly pulled her back in with a swift motion.

"Where do you think you’re going, dear~?" he whispered teasingly, his hands wrapping around her body and pressing against the softness of her boobs still hidden beneath the loosened bra.

Xara gasped, her face glowing bright red. "A-Aether..." she breathed, her voice shaking—not from fear, but from something far more intoxicating.

Her breath came faster, shallower.

Aether grinned and leaned forward, pulling her even closer, his fingers slipping under the fabric and gently fondling those soft, perfect mounds.

"Mm~ Aeth... aamm~" Xara moaned softly as his fingers explored, pressing and rubbing her nipples beneath the bra.

She wanted to move, to escape, but her body betrayed her. Her legs weakened, trembling in his lap, her hands limp as if they’d already surrendered.

Aether leaned in and kissed the nape of her neck, whispering into her skin, "You look so fucking hot right now, Xara... Hmmm~"

He began kissing along her shoulder, biting her collarbone, then moving to the back of her neck—each kiss leaving behind a heated mark.

All the while, his fingers kneaded her boobs more aggressively now, rubbing the stiff peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric, making the bra strain desperately to contain her.

Xara’s body trembled uncontrollably. Her eyes turned misty, her body hot, her mind fuzzy. Her lips parted with short pants, moans slipping out unfiltered.

"Hmm... A~Aethe... ahhhmm... Ahh~"

Without realizing it, Xara started to grind subtly, her ass pressing back against something very hard beneath her.

Aether smirked, his fingers still working her nipples, pinching and teasing with precision. Xara’s body was on fire, her breath hot and heavy. Her mind was cracking under the pressure of new sensations—every inch of her skin hypersensitive.

Then, he pulled his hand back from her chest. It was soaked in sweat and warmth.

Xara blushed deeply, turning her head, but Aether raised his hand to his mouth... and slowly, seductively, licked his fingers clean.

Aether groaned under his breath. Just tasting her... it was intoxicating.

She was fucking delicious.

Snap.

That sound wasn’t from Aether.

It came from Xara.

Watching him lick her sweat like it was the sweetest dessert... something inside her snapped.

Before Aether could react, she turned in his lap with fire in her eyes. Her trembling hands reached behind her and, with one swift motion, unclasped her bra completely.

The straps slipped off her shoulders.

And her breasts—full, round, curvy, sexy—bounced free, nipples hard and pink, begging for attention.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she leaned forward and pressed her chest into his face.

"Ha... Ha... Suck me~" she whispered, her voice breathy and cracked with need, trembling as she offered herself to him.

Aether’s eyes widened, then darkened with hunger. His mouth watered as he grabbed her breasts with both hands and buried his face into them.

Aether’s tongue swirled around her right nipple, slow and deliberate, savouring every tremble that coursed through her body. He sucked it into his mouth again, deeper this time, tugging gently with a warm pull of pressure.

"Ahhh~ Nnnhhh~" Xara moaned, her head falling back, her body twitching in response to his slow, hungry attention. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging in just slightly. Her thighs squeezed around his legs as her hips shifted in his lap, helpless against the rising waves of pleasure.

Aether’s hands cupped the underside of her breasts, lifting them slightly, feeling their weight and sweat. He let out a deep, approving groan before trailing his tongue under the curve of one boob — the soft, sensitive skin that had barely ever been touched.

He kissed it, licked it, then moved slowly along the side toward her ribs, letting his tongue leave a warm, wet trail that made her squirm even more.

"A-Aether... it tickles...hah~... mmnnhh~!" she whimpered, her voice cracking between pleasure and need, unable to resist the sensations.

Then, he switched to the other breast — not to rush, but to give equal worship.

His mouth opened, sucking gently on the left nipple now, circling it with his tongue, letting the soft pink bud grow stiffer against the wet heat of his mouth. His fingers pinched the other nipple, rolling it slowly, rhythmically, between thumb and forefinger.

"Ahh~ Mmmh~ mm~D~Don’t.... mm~!" Xara pleaded breathlessly, her voice barely coherent. Her body leaned forward as if begging for more contact, more sucking, more teasing.

Aether didn’t answer — he only deepened his rhythm, alternating between slow, full sucks and playful flicks of his tongue. His free hand moved down, caressing her waist, then sliding back up to squeeze the soft flesh just beneath her breast — her underboob, pressing against her with a firm, possessive grip.

He licked across the edge of her areola, tasting the soft skin, then dragged his tongue upward, across the slope of her upper breast, before dipping into her cleavage and dragging his mouth slowly across it.

Slurrp~

He kissed down into the valley between her breasts, then licked up again, his tongue following the shape, loving the curves like an artist sculpting his masterpiece.

Xara panted hard, her whole body flushed red, her nipples stiff and swollen from his sucking. She could feel something... warm... swelling deeper inside her.

And then—

"A-Ahh!!" she gasped, her body jolting.

A small drop of white liquid escaped from her nipple, just barely... but Aether tasted it.

He paused.

He blinked.

Then looked up at her, wide-eyed.

"...Milk?" he muttered, stunned for a moment, tasting the faint sweetness on his tongue.

Xara stared at him in shock, her mouth slightly open. "W-What...?"

But Aether didn’t wait.

He growled, eyes darkening with a greedy hunger.

Then he latched onto her nipple again — harder this time. His mouth suckled like he was starved for it, drinking greedily, tongue flicking and lips sealing tight as he drew out more of that unexpected nectar.

"Ahhh! Aaahn~! Nnnhh~! W-What are you— A-Aether!!" Xara screamed, trembling in his arms, her body shuddering as his sucking pulled more from her. Her chest ached with strange pleasure, her nipples tingling as warmth leaked from her.

Aether didn’t stop.

That taste...

That warm, sweet trickle of milk... it lingered on his tongue like nectar—soft, rich, almost addictively delicious.

His pupils dilated.

Something deep, feral awakened in him.

"...Yours tastes like heaven," he murmured, voice thick, guttural, nearly growling as he looked up at her flushed, overwhelmed face.

"AAH~!" Xara cried out, her back arching violently in his lap, hands shooting up to grab his shoulders, her legs twitching on either side of his thighs.

His mouth suckled her with force now, desperate and hungry, his tongue flicking wildly over the sensitive bud before he sealed his lips tighter and began drawing more of her milk.

Slurp... slurp... gulp...

Wet, obscene sounds echoed in the dining room. Every suck made her tremble harder, her chest heaving under his mouth. Her nipples ached with pleasure, her skin hypersensitive to even the slightest motion of his tongue or fingers.

"A-Aether!! I-It’s coming out—ahhh~" she whimpered, voice shattering between moans and gasps. Her hips bucked instinctively, the throbbing between her legs unbearable now. "S-Stop sucking so hard... I—I can’t... it’s too... nnnhhh~!"

But Aether didn’t stop. He groaned deeply, almost like an animal lost in desire.

His tongue flattened, lapping every drop that leaked out before his lips sealed again, and he suckled harder, hungrier, messier.

Milk dribbled down his chin, but he didn’t care. He licked it up—licked her skin, her areola, her upper breast, dragging his tongue all around her mound like a man possessed.

He kissed the upper curve slowly, then slid under her boob and licked upward in a long, deep stroke before returning to her nipple to draw out another moan—and another sweet stream of milk.

Xara’s fingers clung to his hair now, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

Her mind was spiraling—her breath broken, her voice breathless, her body melting. Her breasts felt heavy, full, burning with a sensitivity she had never known before.

"Ahhh~ F-Fuck, Aether—Aether!! I... I’m gonna lose my mind!" she sobbed, eyes misted with tears of overstimulation, her body squirming helplessly.

Aether moaned against her nipple, the sound vibrating through her breast. He drank with long, deep pulls, swallowing her warmth like it was the elixir of life itself.

"Hnngh~" he groaned. His hands slid to her waist, gripping her tightly to keep her pressed into his lap as his lips never left her chest.

"You’re... fucking divine," he growled against her skin, panting between sucks. "So soft... so warm... and this milk—fuck—it’s addictive."

His hands moved up again, squeezing her boobs roughly, kneading them, pushing them together so he could shove his face into the center of her cleavage.

He licked from one nipple to the other, his tongue gliding messily across her flushed skin, saliva and milk mixing into wet trails that covered her entire chest.

"Such beautiful tits... all mine..." he whispered hoarsely, licking across her chest again, then biting softly on her left nipple.

Xara let out a sharp cry, her whole body convulsing. "Ahh~ ahhh! Aether! Too rough!" she moaned, but even as she said it, her hips rolled deeper against the hard bulge under her.

Her flower throbbed wildly with need.

Her nipples had never felt so raw, so needy, so painfully pleasured that even the air felt like fire against them.

"Fuck, Xara... I want to suck you dry," Aether groaned, still swallowing each drop like it was the most sacred thing he had ever tasted.

He switched to the other breast again, suckling with an even stronger pull. His cheeks hollowed, his mouth sealing tight, and the milk flowed directly into his hungry throat.

Xara’s body jolted again—legs curling tighter around him as her hands pressed against his head.

She couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Her body started to convulse, her mind flooded with pure heat.

"Aether... I’m... mmnnhh~ f-feeling weird—haaahh~" she gasped as her thighs twitched uncontrollably.

Her pussy soaked her panties—completely drenched.

Every pull of his mouth, every flick of his tongue over her milk-soaked nipples, sent sharp, pulsing shocks straight to her core. The tension in her abdomen twisted tighter and tighter with each second, like a rubber band stretching to its limit, begging to snap.

She couldn’t hold it.

Couldn’t control it.

And then—

"~HMmmmmmFFFfffff~"

Xara screamed into her palm, trying to muffle herself, but the sound was still raw, shuddering, and soaked in helpless pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing in Aether’s lap.

Her flower gushed wildly—her panties utterly soaked, the heat and wetness surging through her lower body. A deep, uncontrollable climax wracked her from the inside out, releasing everything all at once.

It drenched Aether’s lap.

Hot liquid oozed down her thighs and hit the floor with soft, sticky drips.

"Ha... ha... ha..." she panted brokenly, slumped forward against him, sweat rolling down her flushed face. Her chest rose and fell in erratic rhythm. Her legs twitched from the aftershocks, her nipples still stiff, coated in spit and milk. Her body was a trembling mess.

Aether grinned like a man who had just conquered a goddess.

Milk glistened on his lips and chin, slowly dripping down to his chest. He looked satisfied... and proud.

He gently kissed one of her sensitive nipples again, licking up the last drops of her milk.

"You taste like sin and sweetness, Xara... fucking divine," he whispered.

Just then—The door creaked open.

"I brought you a dessert..." came Emberlyn’s soft voice as she stepped inside, holding a tray of carefully arranged sweets.

Her words trailed off.

Her body froze.

She saw Aether... his mouth dripping with white. His shirt pulled open... Milk on his tongue.

She saw Xara... flushed crimson, hair messy, chest exposed and glistening with saliva, slumped and panting hard, legs wide on Aether’s lap.

A puddle beneath them.

"...Oh." Emberlyn blinked.

A beat of silence passed.

Then she mumbled, voice robotic, "...You’re already... having dessert... huh?"

Her eyes blanked. Her mouth twitched.

Then—She turned on her heel and bolted, sprinting out of the room so fast the tray rattled behind her.

The door slammed shut.

"..."

Xara froze, and then her face exploded into colour—pure red. Not from lust now. From burning embarrassment.

Her eyes darted to Aether. "You—" she hissed, trembling in fury.

Aether just leaned back and winked at her, smirking with zero shame, licking a leftover drop from the corner of his mouth. "Isn’t it exciting?"

Xara glared at him with wide, shaking eyes.

"FUCK. YOU!!"

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