The Sweetest Tea Party
Clear breast milk beaded on her pink nipple before trickling down. Before it could fall completely, I quickly brought my tongue to it. The softness of her breast and the sweetness of her milk spread across the tip of my tongue.
"Haa, ah, nngh..." Carmel's groans had subsided slightly. It was likely due to the way I was stimulating her. Right now, instead of touching her nipples directly, I was squeezing her breasts and licking up the milk as it trickled down. Though she shivered every time my tongue swept across her pale skin, it lacked the sheer intensity of direct sucking. The sensation Carmel felt must have been far weaker than before. Of course, from my perspective, it was a visual feast. As if expressing its disappointment, Carmel's nipple trembled faintly. Yet, I stubbornly maintained this method, denying her any direct stimulation.
"Nngh, ah... Se... Sera..."
"Yes? What is it, Mother?"
"H-How long... are you going to keep doing this... Y-You need to suck it out quickly..."
"But I sucked them so hard just a moment ago. I was only worried that your nipples might be sore, Mother."
"They... they don't hurt... It's not the pain... No, just... just hurry up and suck them..."
How cheeky of her, considering she would have to expose these vulgar, swollen breasts in front of everyone if not for me. I grabbed her erect nipple, her areola, and the surrounding soft flesh all at once, squeezing them hard.
"Hyaaaah!"
The intense stimulation struck the nipple that had been neglected for so long. Carmel's hips tried to arch off the bed, but I pinned her down, leaving her to writhe beneath me. She must have found it incredibly pleasurable; an undeniable ecstasy bloomed across her face.
"Didn't you just apologize for your cheeky tone earlier? Fufu, to repeat the same mistake so soon... I really must question whether you've truly reflected on your behavior."
"Ugh, ah... I-I'm sorry... I'll apologize, so... please, quickly..."
Carmel, who used to react with extreme sensitivity to the very word 'apologize,' was remarkably quick to do so this time. It only showed how desperate she was. In contrast, I looked down at her with casual leisure and said, "Ask me. Politely."
Carmel opened her mouth to retort but bit her lip instead. Then, in a surprisingly cute, submissive voice, she pleaded, "S-Suck them... My nipples... D-Directly... with your mouth, Sera... Drink all the milk that has gathered inside my breasts..."
Though it lacked a bit of formal politeness, this was likely the absolute best Carmel could manage. As a reward, I pinched her nipple between two fingers and gave it a firm squeeze.
"Good girl, Mother."
"Haa, ahhh!"
A cry of pure ecstasy escaped Carmel's lips. Because of my previous squeezing, milk was overflowing and pooling in the valley between her breasts. I pulled her breasts apart to open up the cleavage and licked up the sweet milk gathered in the crevice, all while continuing to stimulate her nipples intensely with my fingers.
Carmel's skin, soaked in her own milk, exuded a sweet aroma. Blending with her naturally intoxicating scent, the fragrance alone felt incredibly erotic. It was so alluring that she could probably wear it as perfume, though she would undoubtedly recoil in horror at the suggestion.
After licking her clean with meticulous care, I moved toward the tips of her breasts, just as she had begged. I took one of her fully erect nipples into my mouth and sucked on it greedily.
"Haa, ah, ahhh...!"
Carmel writhed in sheer bliss. Keeping my hands clamped around her breasts, I squeezed them firmly to express the milk, just as I had done before. Her warm milk sprayed directly into my mouth, coating my tongue. This was indeed the most effective way to drain her. However, the volume of milk entering my mouth was somewhat lacking compared to earlier. Ah, I see. The posture was the issue. Lying flat on her back meant gravity was working against us.
I wrapped my arms around Carmel and rolled us over. Our positions inverted; I went from being on top to lying underneath her. Carmel's heavy breasts completely smothered my face. Haa... The sensation of those two soft, milk-scented mounds pressing down on me brought a profound sense of peace.
But I had a duty to enjoy this situation to the absolute fullest. I guided one of her nipples, which was poking against my cheek, into my mouth and began to suck vigorously once more.
"Nnh, ah..."
From this angle, I couldn't see Carmel's face. However, her other reactions painted a clear picture of her state. Just above my head, her arms trembled violently as she propped herself up on the bed. Her lower body was also grinding slowly against my dress, tracing a highly suggestive curve.
"Nngh, ah...! Ah, ahhh!"
Straddling me, Carmel squeezed her thighs tightly around my waist. A deep, resonant shudder from the depths of her body traveled through her breasts and directly onto my face. Carmel was climaxing. Judging by her intense reaction, it was a massive orgasm—likely the most powerful one she had experienced all day.
I slipped out from beneath her, my mouth filled to the brim with her sweet milk. Looking up at Carmel's face as she dithered in the afterglow of her climax, I pulled her down into a deep kiss.
"Mmph, nnh...!"
What did it feel like to be forced to drink your own breast milk from your stepdaughter's mouth? At the very least, it didn't seem to displease Carmel. With her eyes closed, she submissively swallowed her own milk.
"Haaah..."
When our lips parted, Carmel's expression was completely melted. She didn't even seem particularly shocked by the fact that she had just consumed her own milk. Watching her, I stood up from the bed.
"...Haa, ah, Sera...?" Carmel looked at me with bewildered eyes, clearly unsure of how to interpret my sudden movement. I took her hand and pulled her up.
"Get up, Mother. Let's go over there."
"Huh...?" Though her face was filled with confusion, she submissively followed my lead.
I led her back to the sofa, toward the table where tea had been prepared. On the table sat a pitcher that would normally contain milk—provided in case we wanted milk tea. Today, however, the pitcher was empty. Just as I had ordered. Carmel seemed to realize my intentions now.
"My stomach is quite full now. I wanted to drink every last drop for you, but... fortunately, we have a container to store the rest. Fufu." I opened the lid of the empty pitcher and placed it in front of Carmel. She stared down into its hollow depths with an anxious gaze.
"Yes, did you call for me? Um... oh?" The maid who entered the room seemed to sense a strange shift in the atmosphere. The window was wide open despite the chilly night air, the bed was in a state of disarray, and above all, the Queen's disheveled attire and flushed face were highly unusual.
"Ah, it's nothing major. Mother spilled a bit of her tea. Could you bring us some more black tea?"
"Yes, of course. Shall I prepare it as milk tea again?"
"No, just regular black tea is fine. I find it much more enjoyable to mix it myself."
"Ah, I see. In that case, I shall bring some milk as well."
"No, there's no need to bring any milk. We already have some here."
I lightly shook the pitcher, showing off the warm, milky-white liquid sloshing inside. Carmel kept her mouth shut, doing nothing but glaring at my actions.
"Oh? But the milk should have been..."
Maids working in the royal palace rarely made mistakes. The milk pitcher was supposed to be empty. The maid tilted her head in confusion. Sensing her hesitation, Carmel snapped at her with a gaze cold enough to kill.
"Get moving already!"
"Eek...! Y-Yes, right away! I will prepare it immediately!"
The maid scurried out of the room and returned shortly after, carrying a teapot filled with fresh black tea.
"Thank you. You may leave the teapot on the table and go."
"Y-Yes, Your Highness."
The maid quickly retreated, relieved to escape Carmel's sudden outburst. She cast a pitying glance at the princess, who maintained a steadfast smile despite being tormented by her temperamental stepmother. In reality, of course, it was quite the opposite.
"Hmm, hmmm~" I hummed a tune as I poured the tea into the empty cup in front of Carmel. A delicate, rich aroma filled the air. Now, it was time to make the milk tea. I picked up the pitcher containing Carmel's milk and poured it into her cup. Swirls of white bloomed over the reddish-brown tea. I stirred the mixture thoroughly with a teaspoon and spoke.
"I recommend not adding any sugar. It would only interfere with the delicate flavor of the tea, and above all, your milk is already sweet enough on its own. As you well know from tasting it yourself."
"...Shut up..."
Muttering that feeble retort was the absolute limit of Carmel's resistance. The effects of the Breast Enhancement Potion had already worn off. There was no longer any reason for Carmel to behave so meekly, nor any obligation to obey my commands. Yet, she could only stare down at the milk tea before her, unable to muster any active refusal.
"Drink, Mother."
Perhaps she knew that this moment brought me the greatest pleasure, and she simply didn't dare to ruin it. Or perhaps... Carmel was feeling the exact same way I was. With trembling hands, Carmel lifted the teacup containing her own milk. She slowly began to sip it.
"Nnh..."
Carmel emptied her cup in no time. I sat down beside her and poured black tea into my own cup. This time, it was a cup for me. I generously poured the white liquid from the pitcher into my tea. A sweet, smooth milk tea, rich with cream. I savored the aroma first, then took a sip, letting the flavor and scent wash over my senses. It was, without a doubt, the finest milk tea I had ever tasted.
"Mmm, delicious. Fufu, as expected, one must always use the finest ingredients."
Carmel glared at me as I enjoyed my tea, but eventually averted her eyes. I boldly slid my hand onto her thigh. That day, our little tea party continued until the very last drop of milk in the pitcher was gone.
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