My Milf System-Chapter 352.

"Play with my nipples."

That was the first thing Nyxa said as they slipped into the bathtub, the water warm and inviting around them.

Asher obliged, reaching up and rolling one between his finger and thumb. She gasped softly. When he did it again, slower this time, she let out a low, satisfied purr. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"I’ve got two nipples."

He knew that—obviously—but he understood exactly what she meant. She wanted him to give the other one some attention, too.

He shifted, but instead of using his fingers, he leaned in and took her right nipple into his mouth. He didn’t hold back, drawing on it with a greedy enthusiasm that made her body react all over again.

"That’s sooo good," she moaned.

It was just as good for him, but he knew he could do better. When he took more of her breast into his mouth, she let out a louder, more helpless sound. He felt her hand searching beneath the water, and when she found him, wrapping her fingers around his length, she smirked.

"Hey, monster... greetings to you. It’s been long."

Her hand moved along his big, long dick, slow and deliberate. It was still soft, so she used soap to slick her grip before returning to him, stroking him with a smooth, teasing rhythm. His cock began getting hard, and she loved the feeling of it growing in her grasp. Beneath the water, every movement felt wetter, more slippery. Asher liked it—but his cock liked it more. If it had a face, it would’ve been grinning.

In return, he slid his hand between her thighs, pressing against her through her panties. He rubbed gently at first, then with more intent, making her squirm as her breath caught.

"I need your fingers... deep inside me."

He didn’t hesitate. In a blink, he pushed her wet cotton panties aside and sank two fingers into her folds, burying them fully in her hot cunt. She gasped sharply, her body tensing—but that sound was nothing compared to what followed when he began to move.

"Do you want me to finish you off?" he asked.

Her expression alone was answer enough, but she still nodded.

From that moment, his focus shifted entirely to her. Her hand stopped its work on his crotch, her attention surrendering as he took control. He didn’t mind; he knew this was only the beginning, and they would fuck anyway, so it would be worth the wait.

Her breath quickened with his pace, her eyes burning into him. She wanted to toss him down and ride him into infinity, but she was lost to his control, putty in his hands. He doubled his speed, fingering her and teasing her with ripples of water over her clit until her hips started to buck.

He stopped sucking at her nipples and leaned in to bite her neck sensually. He rubbed her g-spot with everything he had—difficult underwater, but there was no way he would stop before she came. She was wriggling, showing him his efforts were working.

He moved his hand from her breast, wrapped it around her waist, and reached all the way back to her sensitive blonde cat tail. He teased it with a slow caress along the shaft to right at the point where it met her body.

"Oh.....Oh, my....Ahhhh.....Master!!!!" She moaned loudly.

"You’re a hot, sexy cat MILF, you know that?" He praised her wriggling body with a pinch that caused her to squeal.

The echo of the water splashing around his forearm as he roughly and repeatedly stroked her g-spot was deafeningly loud. The waves distorted his view of her lower body, but the way the water splashed against her tits and decorated her chest with beads of water made up for it.

Asher felt her heavy breaths get more desperate and saw her eyes begin to roll back as her pussy squeezed his fingers. Her hands gripped the edge of the bath and her legs wobbled, her toes straightening.

"Give it to me. Show me that royal orgasm, honey!!" He said, greedy to get a piece of what other men dream of but never get.

She looked into his eyes with pleasure, need, and lust. Then, she fell apart, shaking in time with the convulsions squeezing his fingers. Her eyes finally lost his gaze, closing as she collapsed into the expanse. Her voice cried out and her hands pulled his face into her. Her orgasm spilled onto his hand and off into the warm tub water as she ground her hips into him, her chest heaving as her mind slowly returned.

He slowed down as she recovered. Eventually, she opened her eyes and pulled his face to hers for a deep kiss. It had been long since she last climaxed this much; ever since Asher tamed her, she hadn’t been with any other man.

After a long, deep kiss of recovery, Nyxa muttered through ragged breaths, "I- I’m sorry. I intended to make you feel good while you wait for your food, but you’ve made me cum instead."

Asher smiled, patting her hair. "Don’t worry. Besides, I’m still filthy. I could use a bath."

"Alright then," she responded, her breasts still heaving. "Guess I’ll help you."

She sat down in the tub, the water stopping just above her breasts. Opening her legs, she made Asher sit between them as she squeezed liquid soap into her hands.

Her soapy hands began massaging his back and neck, eventually lathering his hair.

"Close your eyes," she said. "I’m going to dunk you."

Asher did as he was told. She gently pulled his head under the water just over her crotch, then let him back up, splashing water through his hair. She turned his body sideways. "Legs now."

Asher rested his head against the rim of the round tub. Both of her hands ran down to his thighs, and one hand massaged hard into his hips. Her soapy hands pushed into the flesh of his buttocks so hard that it hurt a little, but the feeling was incredible and he let out an involuntary moan.

This was starting to look less like a bath and more like something else. His cock was now very hard and throbbing under water. Nyxa noticed it and licked her lips.

"Perhaps we should take care of this first, master? What do you think?"

Asher chuckled. "Just say you’ve been longing to grasp my cock, but sure. Go ahead."

She giggled like a kid promised a holiday vacation. She lathered her hands with soap once more, brought Asher back between her thighs, and grasped his cock with both hands. It was warm, and she felt him twitch when her finger teased his sensitive crown.

"Don’t be too stiff, master. Just relax and let me take care of you, alright?"

She began to stroke up and down the length of his cock, lightly and slowly. One hand reached him from the left, the other from the right, both slick and working him. It wasn’t fast, but he felt a gigantic orgasm welling inside. There was just a way the Queen touched him that made him extra sensitive, teasing specific spots on the shaft instead of just stroking the whole thing.

"I wouldn’t expect less from the Queen of the kingdom that hosts Blowjob Tournaments. Your hand job... is... really... amazing," he groaned.

His cock was straining so hard it was painful, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Her head rested on his shoulder, her bare warm breasts smashing seductively against his back, her hard nipples feeling like little pebbles against his skin.

He could feel her soft breaths hitting the side of his neck. "Now... I want to show you why men travel from the furthest kingdoms, begging for the comfort of us catgirls," she whispered, her voice a low purr. "Now I’m claiming you."

In her mind, she wanted to give him the best orgasm he had ever felt from a handjob before. That’ll at least rise her rink amidst his harem, wouldn’t it? She wondered.

Her thumbs suddenly pressed into the most sensitive ridge of his dick head, vibrating with a rhythmic, expert friction that sent a jolt of pure electricity through his spine.

"Empty yourself into my hands. Give me everything! Cum as much as you want!"

He gasped as he felt her left hand drop to touch his balls, squeezing them gently. Her other hand on his shaft began stroking fully along the length of his aching cock.

"Nghhhhh...!!"he moaned.

Her hand pumped quickly now up and down over the length of his dick, from the base to the head and back, over and over.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. Ropes of cum exploded from him. His body convulsed and he groaned loudly as Nyxa’s hands coaxed out wave after wave of cum.

He gripped her ankles so tightly he worried he was digging his nails into her skin. His cum pulsed hotly against her soapy palms as it spurted on her hands, her legs, the wall, and the bathtub.

His eyes teared up and his body shuddered as another wave came from him. Every time he thought he was finished, he could feel himself bucking into her hands, his vision whiting out as she milked every last drop from him with royal precision, a triumphant purr vibrating through her chest.

Nyxa’s experienced hand kept stroking and his body would have another tiny convulsion as he spurted out smaller and smaller amounts of cum each time, until finally he had nothing left to give.

He shuddered and fell back against her breasts.

She refilled the soap on her hands, and cleaned up his softening cock and balls, her hands, and even his own hands so he could eat.

For a few minutes, she simply cleaned him while he rested against her, catching his breath.

At last, she spoke, her voice carrying easily through the room. "You may come in, Ravaine."

Asher lifted his head just as the bathroom door opened. The raccoon demihuman knight stepped in, a tray balanced in her hands.

But something about her immediately stood out.

The way she walked—slow, controlled—caused a deliberate friction between her thighs, as though she were subtly pressing them together with every step.

Then he saw it. A dark, damp patch on her shorts.

Was she turned on by their sounds...?

A grin tugged at his lips as his thoughts began to drift in a far less innocent direction.

Opportunities like this didn’t just fall into your lap.

He gave a small nod to himself, like he was settling an internal argument.

I’m... just curious. No harm in testing the waters, right? Besides... I need to make up for the pleasure points I lost in that fight with Moriel.

A brief pause.

Yeah... that’s all this is.

TBC