A Slave's Duty: Morning Mating Press for the Flirty Master! Witch City's Final Creampie with Breast Milk~
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The morning sun rose.
“Chuu— slurp— hmm?”
Sylvia, her lips smashed against mine, snapped her drowsy, half-lidded eyes wide open. The moment she woke, she'd instinctively deep-kissed me, gulping down saliva with noisy swallows and flicking her tongue—until awareness hit her.
“Mmmph— smooch— slurrrp— nngh…♡”
Even after coming to, Sylvia didn't stop tangling her tongue with mine. With a mischievous grin and crinkled eyes full of playful laughter, she poked at the inside of my mouth, teasing me relentlessly with her impish tongue work.
The cow headband was long gone—she'd worn it until last night before handing it back. Back to her human self, yet traces of her cow-slave act lingered, making her behave like a spoiled child.
She worked so hard yesterday—maybe I should give her a morning treat?
By now, I could call myself a seasoned slave. Before bed, I'd pounded all three holes until she passed out from repeated milking orgasms, then carried her back to the dorm and cleaned her up thoroughly. Yesterday's surprise human-rights deprivation had left her drenched inside and out, switching between fixture and livestock slave all day long.
Washing a limp adult is usually a tedious chore, but Sylvia was the perfect submissive bitch-master. Even unconscious, her body obeyed instinctively: she'd hug back when I lifted her, hold her pose when I raised her arms, spread her legs wide when I cleaned between them and keep them splayed.
Her defeat-imprinted submission flowed naturally from her flesh. Bathing her while she slept wasn't exhausting—it was a chance to reaffirm her obedience and fill me with satisfaction.
Coming to this world had bulked me up beyond my Earth days, so the physical effort was minimal anyway. Sure, silently washing a sleeping person might seem boring to an outsider, but not to me. Men can lose hours tinkering with machines or models without complaint—same principle. Thoroughly scrubbing my master took less than an hour.
Every wipe drew soft “Haaang” sighs, her brows twitching faintly, lips parting with heated breaths. How could that be boring? Fun as hell.
I toweled her glossy skin dry, laid her in bed, and spooned her from behind to sleep—that was last night.
I had a guess why she'd woken first. Probably all those blackout orgasms amid the exhaustion—she'd passed out plenty, mana-fueled recovery or not.
Either way, her soft naked body clung to me like a cicada, demanding slave spit and sucking my tongue greedily. Time for some punishment.
That was another lesson she'd drilled into me: when your master acts up, discipline her with filthy sex.
I mounted her clinging, smooching form and pinned her down from above. Her soft tits squished flat between us. Her stiff nipples stabbed impudently at my hard chest before bending.
“Hnnngh…♡”
Lingering lactation drug effects? Her breasts spurted milky sprays. This pervert master let out suspicious “Heehee” whimpers from our joined lips as the cream leaked out.
God, the slutty reactions she unleashed in seconds.
“Haaum—♡” Twitch twitch! Pinned beneath me, Sylvia squeezed her limbs tighter in surrender. Her greedy tongue-work turned pleading, begging forgiveness with fawning licks.
She sucked my slave tongue sweetly without hesitation—a model master. Elite noble through and through, her slave-submissive posture was flawless.
Of course, I'd never touched another woman besides Sylvia… but if it felt perfect, it was.
Anyway, this cute, adorable, cheeky master had daily-teased me into a sadist, molding her maso-slave with endless temptations. Her seductive morning writhing ignited my sadism, and as her thoroughly trained slave-sadist, I had to act.
Still time before the 10 AM muster?
I recalled the flight deck assembly while she lapped away. No more—just one hour of mating press! Like a beast, I claimed her pinned body with arms and legs.
Full position locked in—Sylvia shivered. Not a slave-cow anymore, but lactation lingered, nipples spurting milk. She smeared it on my chest with a sly eye-smile.
She's loving this.
I glared sternly; she dropped her lashes pitifully and averted her eyes. Her obedient tongue returned—I tangled it roughly in punishment. Slurp slurp.
Among filthy acts, submitting to your slave was a noble's duty, so my master politely slurped and nibbled my tongue. Adorable. Cock-throbbingly lovable.
Subtly twisting, I aligned my rock-hard tip with her perfect hole. Pussy versus cock standoff. Her clenched lips parted slightly under the glans.
Squish squish—I pressed, commanding her submissive cunt to open.
“Hnnngh—♡”
Cute urethral opening and clit grazed and shoved aside, her sealed entrance wept juices and fluttered. The noble pussy gaped apologetically for the slave glans' royal visit.
Precise pressure on her hole—she hugged tight with slender limbs, mixing fear and anticipation. Pure provocation for insertion.
I approved of her careful treatment of my slave cock, never taking it for granted despite endless poundings. I shoved the tip into her still-tight depths—for my pervert maso-bitch master, merciless to the womb.
Squelch—!!
“Haaaang───♡♡♡!!”
Our lips parted perfectly; a sharp, sweet moan burst free. Root-deep in one thrust, her pussy squirted honest orgasm juice from the seams.
Sylvia panted like a dog, tongue lolling—then startled, reattached for a kiss.
“Eek! Chuu…♡ Smooch…♡”
Even in bliss, breaking a slave's kiss mid-way? Sloppy noble error.
...Blame her weakened body, but she should emulate my diligent, sticky fucking. At least she knew her mistake, scrambling back for lips and coquetry—forgiven.
Not real anger anyway—just horny exchange. In other words, meaningless “reconciliation and forgiveness” sex.
Here goes!
Twice her weight, mating press! Squelch—! Squish—!
“Haaum♡♡!! Hnnngh…♡♡!”
Long, thick cock stretched her lewdly; pussy sobbed. Crushed tits wept milk. Pinned tight, white girl-juice leaked explicitly from our junction, broadcasting her climax.
What a frail slut! After that racket, her stamina-hungry master—how not to adore her? As her slave, I'd ravage mercilessly.
That was my duty. Full-body stacked, pounding! Squish squish!
“Hnnngh♡ Nngh♡ Kuhnnngh♡♡♡”
Squelch squelch squelch!! Every thrust orgasmed her pathetic pussy, squirting tribute juice. I ignored her mercy-plea fluids, slamming rough.
Her cunt begged forgiveness with frantic more-juice floods. I battered the crazy-sensitive squirter harder.
“Kuhnnngh…♡! Nngh…♡♡!! Hnnngh…♡♡♡!!”
Squishsquishsquishsquishsquishsquish!!! Honest pistoning dragged on. Breathless chain-orgasms, yet she faithfully licked in submission. Impressive.
She'd taken absurd fluids—I repaid the tribute, glans-deep in her womb, creampie.
“Hnnnngwooo───♡♡♡!!”
Spluuurt—! Spluuuurt—!! Spluuuuururt──!!! Massive semen coated her walls, sloshing full. Mana-attuned ears caught the inner sounds.
Slosh… slosh… She'd hear it too. Her womb filling with cock-slop.
“Hnnngh♡”
Slave-exclusive pussy massaged devotedly. Pervert reaction matching her pervert self. Always like this—her slutty cunt cheered cum-injection like an ad: “Slave cum-dump only!”
Prideful as her slave, but no sharing this master's sight with others.
Wait, sex isn't for showing off anyway.
Brain-melted from creampie. Blame her cum-luring pussy. Needs punishment.
Infinity-loop hips! “…… ──────♡♡♡”
Orgasm-cunt convulsed like electrocuted. Womb-stirred, she climaxed mid-chain.
“♡♡♡”
Dumb-pussy Sylvia's stacked peaks! Lips sealed by mine, pathetic “Hwb hwb” cuteness leaked.
“Hff………♡♡♡”
Sensing underestimation, maso-cunt rampaged higher. Cum-receiving slosh tightened fiercely. Merciless combo on hyper-sensitive squirter—intense fountain blasts erupted.
When master cums, torment longer—that's my slave way.
Squuuish all cum womb-deep, reset to start. Over and over. Sylvia whimpered endlessly.
Drenched in saliva, milk, pussy juice, semen—our mating sex overshot the hour. But we made muster on time, boarding the airship smoothly.
“Squeezed every last filthy drop outta Witch City.”
“Yeah. Spent a ton—sure it's okay?”
“Puhahat. Sometimes my slave asks the weirdest questions? Nobles save money to live happily with slaves. Spent right—no issue.”
Sylvia wiggled our laced fingers. My arm shook too. Her beaming smile bared perfect whites—hug-worthy.
I yanked her into my chest, arms wrapping tight. She giggled, nuzzling to sniff my scent. I buried in her fluffy silver hair—divine aroma.
The airship sliced the sky; Witch City shrank below. Our school trip finally ended.