CHAPTER 90: MAP 2 LEVEL 2 - 3

Selene screamed, her petite body bucking in the vines, her small breasts jiggling, milk spurting from her nipples in thin streams, trailing down her pale skin, her pussy gushing with arousal despite her shame.

The HUD pulsed in her vision: Selene – Yield: 19ml. Flow unstable. Heart rate spiking.

Her hips bucked midair as the pressure in her chest loosened, a thin stream of milk escaping her left breast, trailing down Kota’s wrist, warm and slick.

He leaned in, his mouth brushing her nipple, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, sending shivers through her core.

"No more princess," he growled, his voice low, commanding, his lips grazing the puffed tip. "Say it."

She bit her lip, her voice breaking with sobs of humiliation and need, tears streaming down her cheeks as her clit throbbed untouched.

"I... I’m your little bottle," she whimpered, her bratty facade crumbling, her pussy clenching with shameful desire. "Please milk me, I-I’m full..."

"That’s not enough," he said, his fingers twisting harder, coaxing more milk from her swollen nipples, the sensation a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure that made her thighs quiver, her virgin hole dripping with arousal.

"I’m your spoiled... cream slut..." she gasped, her voice raw, defeated, her humiliation kink igniting as the admission sent a fresh wave of heat through her core, her pussy aching for release she knew she wouldn’t get.

He drank, his mouth latching onto her nipple with a firm suck, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, drawing out her milk in slow, forceful pulls.

Selene’s scream turned into a moan, her body arching, the vines holding her still as he suckled deep, his free hand kneading her other breast, palm slick with her milk, fingers pressing in deep, milking her like a common dairy whore.

Her head snapped back, blonde hair wet against her neck, her petite body trembling as milk gushed into his mouth, the relief blending with humiliating ecstasy, her pussy clenching around nothing, wetness flooding her thighs.

She panted, her small breasts jiggling with each suck, her nipples throbbing, milk spurting in rhythmic streams.

Selene – Yield: 78ml. Orgasm approaching.

Her HUD pulsed, but Kota didn’t stop, his mouth hot and insistent, his tongue dragging over her nipple, lips sealed to form suction that pulled her deeper into submission.

Selene’s hips bucked, her virgin pussy aching, her clit throbbing with need as the pressure built, her humiliation turning to desperate pleasure.

He stepped away, leaving her nipple glistening with his saliva, milk dripping down her ribs.

She whimpered. "Don’t tell the others..." her voice breaking, tears streaming, her body still trembling with the aftershocks, her pussy slick and empty.

He didn’t answer, just turned, his cock straining harder against his pants, pre-cum dampening the fabric as he looked up at Sereya.

Sereya hovered above him like a goddess on an execution altar, her voluptuous body arched, her heavy breasts straining with weight, dark nipples tight and aching, beading with faint sweat that trailed down her curves.

Her arms stretched wide, wrists pulled to opposite trees, her thighs bound at a perfect angle, displaying her slick, regal pussy like a weapon of seduction and power, wetness dripping from her mound.

She watched him with contempt, her amber eyes narrowed, her full lips parted slightly as she fought the humiliation, her breath shallow.

"I suppose you expect me to beg," she said coldly, her voice a purr of disdain, but her nipples hardened further, her pussy clenching with hidden need, arousal betraying her pride.

"I expect you to give," he replied, his voice steady, his dark eyes locked on hers, his presence a quiet challenge that made her thighs quiver.

She didn’t respond, her breath trembling, her breasts twitching with the pressure building within, but no milk came, her imperial will holding firm.

He placed both hands on her waist, feeling her flinch at the contact, her skin warm and slick.

"You’re shaking," he murmured, his breath hot against her.

"It’s the jungle," she replied, her voice steady but laced with a faint tremor, her dark nipples beading with milk she refused to release, her pussy throbbing between her spread thighs.

"No. It’s me," he said, his hands sliding up her sides, cupping her heavy breasts, his thumbs brushing her stiff nipples, sending jolts through her core.

He leaned in, his mouth hovering over her nipple, his breath teasing the sensitive bud.

Sereya’s jaw tightened, her thighs flexing in the vines, her breath shallowing, but the milk didn’t come, her pride a barrier against the release.

He let go, stepping back, his cock throbbing visibly in his pants.

"You’ll beg for it," he said, his voice low, commanding.

She glared, her cheeks flushed with rage and arousal, her dark nipples aching, milk beading but not flowing. "Come back," she demanded, her voice trembling with need she hated.

He didn’t move.

"I said—" she started, her full breasts heaving, her slick pussy dripping as frustration built.

"I don’t take orders from queens," he said flatly, his dark eyes unyielding.

Silence stretched, heavy with tension, Sereya’s body trembling, her dark nipples throbbing, milk threatening to spill.

A pause, her amber eyes flickering with humiliated desire.

Then—

"Milk your queen," she whispered, her voice trembling, breaking with submission. "Prove you deserve my body."

He returned like a predator, his mouth latching onto her nipple with a firm suck, his tongue hot and firm, grazing her sensitive bud as he drew deep.

Sereya gasped, her body arching, "Oh—!" her voice sharp with surprise and pleasure, milk flooding his mouth in a warm gush.

He didn’t stop, gripping the base of her breast with both hands, pressing hard, milking her like a common slut, his free hand kneading the other, fingers digging in deep, coaxing more milk from her swollen nipples.

Her head rolled back, her voluptuous body jolting with each pull, her dark nipples spurting rhythmic streams, her pussy clenching with humiliated ecstasy, wetness flooding her thighs.

Sereya – Yield: 56ml.

Status: Compliant.

"I said don’t enjoy it," she groaned, her voice breaking, her full breasts heaving as milk sprayed, her arousal dripping from her mound.

He bit her nipple sharply, drawing a louder moan, her body shuddering. Milk gushed stronger, soaking his chin.

Sereya – Yield: 102ml.