Chapter 240: Time With Sophie**
Sophie was still catching her breath when Kael pulled her up by the wrist and kissed her again.
His tongue invaded her mouth without preamble, tasting himself on her tongue, swallowing her soft moans. His hands found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down in one smooth motion.
The dress pooled at her feet.
Sophie stood before him in nothing but a thin lace bra that did nothing to contain her heavy breasts, already leaking milk through the fabric. Her panties were soaked through—she’d been wet since the moment his hand touched her nipple.
Kael unhooked her bra with one hand. Her breasts spilled free, large and full, nipples already stiff and beaded with white droplets. The sight of them made his cock twitch back to life despite having just finished.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her down onto his lap, her thighs straddling his hips.
"Kael—"
He silenced her by leaning forward and taking her right nipple into his mouth.
"Ahhhn—!"
Warm milk flooded his tongue as he sucked. Sweet, slightly thicker than regular milk, with a unique richness that came from the Mann bloodline. Sophie’s back arched, her fingers tangling in his hair as he drank from her.
His left hand massaged her other breast, squeezing gently, encouraging more milk to flow. White streams ran down his chin and dripped onto his chest. Sophie watched him with half-lidded eyes, her breathing ragged, her hips grinding unconsciously against his thigh.
"Don’t stop..." she whispered. "aahnh..."
Kael switched to her left breast, his tongue swirling around the stiff nipple before sucking hard. More milk. Sophie’s head fell back, a long moan escaping her lips. Her body was already trembling—not from the nursing, but from what she knew came next.
He drank from both breasts until the flow slowed, then pushed her gently onto her back.
Sophie lay on the bed, chest heaving, milk glistening on her swollen breasts and smeared across Kael’s chin. Her thighs fell open instinctively—years of this dance had trained her body to anticipate his movements.
Kael kissed down her stomach, his lips trailing fire across her skin. Her muscles tensed with each kiss, each touch, her breath coming in short gasps.
He reached her panties and hooked his fingers under the waistband. Sophie lifted her hips without being asked, and he slid the soaked fabric down her legs and tossed it aside.
Her pussy was beautiful—pink, glistening, already swollen with arousal. The lips were slightly parted, revealing the wet entrance beneath. A thin string of her juices connected her thighs as she spread her legs wider.
Kael lowered his head.
The first lick sent a jolt through Sophie’s entire body.
"AHH—!"
His tongue ran the full length of her slit, from bottom to top, flattening against her clit at the apex. Sophie’s hips bucked off the bed, her hands grabbing fistfuls of sheets.
His tongue parted her folds, dipping inside her entrance before sliding upward to circle her clit with agonizing patience.
"Kael—fuck—more—"
His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as his mouth worked her with methodical precision. Long, slow licks that covered every inch of her. Quick flicks against her clit that made her scream. Deep thrusts of his tongue inside her that had her thrashing against the sheets.
Sophie was drowning in sensation. Her world had narrowed to the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his hands, the building tension in her core that demanded release.
"Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop—AHHHHN—!"
She came with a scream, her back arching completely off the bed. Her pussy clamped around his tongue, waves of pleasure crashing through her body as she squirted against his face. Her thighs squeezed his head, her heels digging into his back, her fingers tearing holes in the sheets.
Kael didn’t stop. He licked her through the orgasm, prolonging it, drawing out every tremor and whimper until she collapsed back onto the bed with a sobbing gasp.
Her eyes were unfocused. Her chest heaved. Milk still leaked from her nipples in thin streams, pooling beneath her breasts.
"Kael..." she breathed. "I need—"
He rose over her, his cock hard and throbbing, pressing against her wet entrance.
"I know what you need."
He pushed inside her in one smooth stroke.
"AHHHHN—!"
Sophie’s walls clamped around him like a vice—still sensitive from her orgasm, every nerve ending screaming with sensation. Kael groaned at the tight, wet heat enveloping him, then began to move.
Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that pulled almost completely out before sinking back to the hilt. Sophie’s moans came with each thrust, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm, milk spraying in small arcs with each impact.
Pam. Pam. Pam.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room. Kael’s pace increased gradually, his hands gripping her hips for leverage, driving into her harder with each stroke.
"Harder—" Sophie gasped. "Please—harder—"
He gave her harder.
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
Sophie’s screams grew louder, more desperate as he pounded into her with everything he had.
She came again without warning—her entire body seizing, walls crushing his cock in rhythmic pulses as she screamed his name. Kael fucked her through it, his pace never faltering, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing.
Then he flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and drove back inside her from behind.
"FUUUUCK—!"
The new angle hit something deep inside her—something that made her vision white out. Kael’s hands found her breasts from behind, squeezing and pulling, milk spraying across the sheets as he fucked her with brutal, driving thrusts.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
Sophie’s face was buried in the pillow, muffled screams tearing from her throat. Her ass rippled with each impact, her body rocking forward with the force of his thrusts before being pulled back by his grip on her breasts.
Kael leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding her ear.
"You’re mine," he growled.
"Yours—" she said with an ahegao expression. "Always yours—"
He bit her shoulder as he came—thick streams of cum flooding her pussy, filling her to overflowing. Sophie screamed as she felt the heat spreading inside her, triggering another orgasm that left her trembling and gasping.
But he wasn’t done.
Kael pulled out, cum already leaking from her swollen entrance, and flipped her onto her back again. He crawled between her thighs, lifting her legs onto his shoulders, and pushed back inside her oversensitive pussy.
"AHHH—so good—"
He fucked her through two more orgasms—each one more intense than the last, each one leaving her more broken and satisfied than she’d ever been. He came inside her three more times, filling her until cum overflowed with every thrust, dripping down her thighs and pooling beneath them.
Then he pulled her up onto his lap, her back against his chest, her legs spread wide as she sank down onto his still-hard cock. Sophie’s head fell back against his shoulder, a broken moan escaping her lips as she took him to the hilt.
His hands roamed her body—one playing with her breast, squeezing and pulling, milk running over his fingers. The other found her clit, rubbing slow circles as she rode him with weak, trembling thighs.
"Kael..." Her voice was barely a whisper. "I can’t feel my legs..."
"Then don’t use them.", Kael laughed.
He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, setting a brutal pace that had her screaming and cumming within minutes. Her juices mixed with his cum, creating a mess that soaked the sheets beneath them.
They continued like that for what felt like hours—changing angles, changing positions, never stopping. Sophie lost count of her orgasms somewhere around the seventh or eighth. Her body trembled with exhaustion. But she never asked him to stop.
When Kael finally came for the last time—deep inside her, with her pressed against the headboard, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails buried in his shoulders—Sophie simply collapsed against him with a shuddering gasp.
They stayed like that for a long moment—his cock still inside her, his cum leaking out around it, both of them dripping with sweat and other fluids.
Then Kael gently lowered them onto the bed, pulling out of her with a wet sound that made Sophie whimper. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her back against his chest, her ass pressed against his hips.
The room smelled like sex and milk. Bite marks covered Sophie’s shoulders and neck.
"Stay with me tonight," Kael murmured against her hair.
Sophie’s eyes fluttered closed. A small, content smile curved her lips.
"Okay," she whispered.