Chapter 119: Another Soft Haven (R-18)
"Is this the right?" Yennefer asked, kneeling in front of Max.
Max sat on the bed, looking down as she held his penis between her breasts.
He was proud of his current size, but even so, it disappeared between those giant breasts almost instantly.
Yennefer had to get a little creative with the positioning, adjusting herself until she could hold him comfortably between her breasts at a slightly tilted angle.
Max nodded, a smirk spreading across his face.
"I can’t believe that with tits this massive, you haven’t given even one titjob..."
He reached forward, gently taking hold of both breasts before guiding them together and moving them up and down.
"Move them like this," he instructed, "while keeping them pressed tightly together."
Yennefer followed his instructions, adjusting her movements until she found the right rhythm.
From Max’s angle, he could occasionally see the head of his penis briefly emerge between her breasts before disappearing again beneath the soft flesh.
Max couldn’t help grinning.
Once again, he’d discovered another kind of soft haven hidden within a woman’s body.
"Not everyone is a degenerate like you..." she said, looking increasingly annoyed.
Her eyes followed the movement as the head of Max’s penis occasionally appeared between her breasts before disappearing beneath them again.
She didn’t actually need to lift her breasts.
Instead, she simply kept them pressed tightly together around him, adjusting their position as she moved them up and down. The soft pressure shifted from one spot to another, creating a surprisingly effective rhythm.
Yennefer could feel the effect immediately.
Max had been twitching almost from the moment she’d started.
For Max, this felt completely different from the softness of her thighs.
With thighs, he was usually the one doing the moving while the woman simply had to keep them around him. Here, Yennefer was doing all the work with her breasts, and she wasn’t exactly following a simple up-and-down rhythm either.
She’d taken his instructions seriously.
One breast moved upward while the other moved downward, then they switched, keeping his penis squeezed tightly between them. It was almost disturbingly coordinated.
Max watched for a few seconds before blinking.
"I’m a pervert...?" he repeated, sounding genuinely surprised.
His eyes drifted toward Yennefer’s nipples, which looked slightly more swollen than before.
Then a grin slowly spread across his face.
"And what do you call these two naughty things?"
He reached forward and gave them a playful tug.
"Nghhh..."
A louder moan escaped Yennefer.
"Don’t pinch them..." she complained, her voice carrying a clear note of pain, though she stubbornly kept moving her breasts as he’d instructed.
Max had become surprisingly good at getting women to give in to his demands.
He’d already learned the trick with Zerena. Whenever she told him to stop, he usually stopped—but not before asking what she was willing to do instead. Somehow, there was almost always something less perverted she was willing to accept in exchange for him leaving her alone.
Apparently, Max had decided that principle applied to Yennefer too.
He gave her nipples another slightly harder pinch.
"Then open your mouth."
A wide grin spread across his face.
Yennefer shot him an annoyed look before reluctantly opening her mouth and tilting her head back.
Max could see her tongue and the back of her throat clearly.
He reached forward and placed a finger against her tongue, lightly moving it around as he studied her reaction.
Then he smiled.
"Suck on it..."
Yennefer wasn’t exactly a clean freak.
She wasn’t the sort of woman who’d recoil from every little thing or demand that Max wash his hands before touching her. Zerena, on the other hand, probably would’ve given him a lecture about hygiene before reluctantly allowing it.
Yennefer simply looked mildly annoyed.
More than anything, she looked offended.
She was a proud woman, after all, and Max had a remarkable talent for treating that pride like another obstacle he could casually negotiate around.
Even more surprising was the fact that, despite having breasts massive enough for Max to make an entire speech about them, Yennefer had apparently never given a breast job before.
Not once, as nobody had ever dared to ask.
Of course, Yennefer might not have been the most powerful mage around, but that didn’t mean she’d accomplished nothing with her life.
Unlike Zerena, who had started from roughly the same point yet had little to show for it, Yennefer had spent decades building her wealth, reputation, and business.
She had earned her position.
And she certainly hadn’t earned it just to be treated like this by some shameless brat.
Her eyes narrowed into a hard glare as she continued sucking on Max’s finger, deliberately moving her tongue around it while never taking her eyes off him.
The expression in her eyes made it painfully obvious that she was only cooperating because she’d agreed to the arrangement.
If she had her way, she’d probably bite the damn finger instead.
Yet she continued, all while keeping her breasts moving around his penis as he’d instructed.
Yennefer could feel the heat of Max’s body against her breasts.
His penis was like a warm, veined rod between them—hard, heavy, and surprisingly solid as her breasts held it tightly in place.
She’d started putting more force into her movements now, lifting her breasts slightly before letting them press back down against Max’s thighs with soft, rhythmic sounds.
And despite her annoyed expression...
Yennefer was beginning to feel a little aroused herself.
The scent lingering around them had caught her attention again—the same scent she’d noticed yesterday and had immediately tried to push out of her mind.
"That’s the way..." Max muttered with a quiet moan.
He could feel the combined sensations of Yennefer sucking his finger and stroking his penis between her large brown breasts. The warmth and pressure had him breathing a little heavier as her movements continued.
His pale skin stood out against the darker tone of her chest, while a little precum had already begun leaking from the tip. Some of it smeared across her upper chest, while more disappeared between her breasts as she kept moving them around him.
Combined with the heat and sweat already gathered between them, the whole situation had become considerably messier than Max had expected.
Naturally...
He wasn’t complaining.