Chapter 85 | All of the Reward, None of the Buff - Divine Milking System

Belle’s thighs clamped around my head. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair. The sounds she made were fucking illegal in three states.

I didn’t care.

I was too busy cataloging every detail. The way her hips rolled against my face. The way her breathing hitched when I found that particular spot with my tongue. The way she tasted like salt and something sweet and completely addictive.

Bronze-tier essence or not, Belle was responsive as hell.

I pulled back just enough to speak. "You’re soaking my face."

"Shut up," Belle gasped. Her voice was wrecked. "Don’t stop."

I grinned against her. "Make up your mind."

"I hate you."

"No you don’t."

I went back in. Sealed my lips around her clit and sucked hard while my tongue did things that should require a license.

Belle’s back arched off the bed. Her whole body went rigid. "Jace!"

I could feel it building. The way her thighs trembled. The way her breathing got shallow. The way her fingers tightened in my hair until it hurt.

She was close. So close.

I ramped Euphoric Feedback up to level ten.

Full power. Maximum intensity. Every nerve ending firing at once.

Belle screamed. Not a cute movie scream. A raw, desperate, completely uncontrolled sound that echoed off the sanctum walls.

Her body convulsed. Her hips bucked up against my mouth. Liquid sprayed across my chin, my neck, soaked into my shirt.

She was squirting. Hard. Wave after wave as the orgasm ripped through her.

I kept my mouth on her through it all. Drank what I could. Let the rest spill down my throat and across her thighs.

[ABILITY THEFT COMPLETE]

Target: Belle Fox (Bronze Rank)

Ability Stolen: Treasure Sense

Starting Rank: Copper

LIBRARY UPDATED: Total Abilities: 2

Available Slots: 3/3

The notification appeared in my peripheral vision. I dismissed it immediately.

Not now. I had a woman falling apart on my tongue.

Belle’s orgasm lasted forever. Ten seconds. Twenty. Her body shook like she was being electrocuted. Her voice went hoarse from screaming.

When it finally ended, she collapsed back against the sheets. Her chest heaved. Her legs spread wide, completely boneless.

I pulled back. Wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Looked down at the absolute mess I’d made of her.

Belle’s face was flushed. Her pupils were blown wide. Her lips were swollen. Her blue hair was everywhere. She looked thoroughly, completely, absolutely wrecked.

"Three," I said.

Belle groaned. Covered her face with both hands. "I can’t feel my legs."

"That’s normal."

"Nothing about this is normal."

Fair point.

I climbed up the bed. Settled beside her. My hand found her breast again, the left one still heavy with milk.

"One more drink," I told her. "Then we’re done."

"I thought I just hit three."

"You did. But I’m thirsty."

Belle dropped her hands. Stared at me. "You’re insane."

"Probably."

I leaned down. Sealed my mouth over her nipple and sucked.

The milk came immediately. Still warm. Still sweet. Still perfect.

Belle made a small sound. Her hand came up to rest in my hair, gentle this time.

I drank slowly. No rush. Just savoring the flavor. The texture. The warmth.

[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Bronze-tier target. As a result, you get 20 points!]

The notifications kept coming. I kept drinking. Drained her completely until the flow slowed to a trickle.

When I finally pulled back, Belle’s eyes were half-closed. She looked like she’d been hit by a truck.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

Belle thought about it. "Like I got fucked by a hurricane."

I laughed. Couldn’t help it. "That’s oddly specific."

"I’m being honest." She turned her head to look at me. "Did Naomi feel like this?"

"Probably worse. She was a virgin."

Belle’s eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

"Long story."

"No." Belle sat up, wincing. "No, we’re unpacking that right now. You took Naomi’s virginity during an extraction?"

"She asked me to."

"That’s not better!"

"She wanted all of it. Her words, not mine."

Belle stared at me. Then she started laughing. High and a little hysterical. "Of course she did. Of course Naomi Love lost her virginity to the fat lottery kid with a supernatural milk fetish."

"I don’t have a fetish."

"You literally just drank from my tits for twenty minutes."

"That’s survival, not a fetish."

"Tell yourself that."

The sanctum timer appeared in my vision. Thirty seconds remaining.

"We need to go," I said. "Hold on."

Belle frowned. "What do you mean hold on?"

I grabbed her hand. Dismissed the sanctum.

Reality snapped back into place. We were in my room again. The California evening visible through the window. The sound of the ocean faint through the glass.

Belle swayed. I caught her by the waist.

"Easy," I said. "The transition is disorienting."

"You think?"

She took a shaky step. Her legs gave out immediately.

I caught her before she hit the floor. Swept her up in a bridal carry.

Belle yelped. "What are you doing?"

"You can’t walk. I’m helping."

"I don’t need help."

"Your legs are literally not working right now."

Belle opened her mouth to argue. Then her eyes went wide. "Oh no."

"What?"

"I’m still—" She cut herself off. Her face went bright red.

I felt wetness seeping through my shirt. Warm liquid running down my stomach.

She was still squirting. Even outside the sanctum. Her body hadn’t gotten the memo that the orgasm was over.

"Oh my god," Belle whispered. "I’m so sorry."

"It’s fine."

"It’s not fine! I’m literally leaking on you!"

"I’ve dealt with worse."

That was true. Naomi had soaked my sheets twice. This was nothing.

I carried Belle to my bed. Set her down gently. She immediately curled into a ball, still trembling.

"I need a shower," she mumbled into the pillow.

"Later. Rest first."

"Your bed is soaked."

I looked down. Yeah. Dark wet spots spreading across the sheets. She wasn’t wrong.

"It’ll dry."

"That’s disgusting."

"You’re the one who did it."

Belle threw a pillow at my face. I caught it one-handed.

"Asshole," she muttered.

I grinned. Sat down on the edge of the bed. "How do you feel? Besides the obvious."

Belle was quiet for a long moment. Then she rolled onto her back. Stared at the ceiling.

"Different," she said finally. "I feel different."

"Good different or bad different?"

"I don’t know yet." She lifted one hand. Flexed her fingers. "My whole body is humming. Like there’s electricity under my skin."

I watched Belle flex her fingers, her whole body still trembling from the aftershocks. The humming she described was probably just her nerves recovering from the level ten Euphoric Feedback. That intensity tended to leave people feeling electric for a while.

"That’s just your nervous system recalibrating," I told her. "Give it ten minutes."

Belle’s eyes narrowed. "How long does the buff last?"

I froze.

Shit.

I’d gotten so caught up in the extraction, in cataloging the taste of her milk, in making her scream my name, that I’d completely forgotten the critical detail.

The buff didn’t activate from milk extraction alone.

The devotion boost, the ability theft, the points and lifespan—all that came from the orgasms and the essence. But the actual physical enhancement, the gold-tier buff that had made Naomi’s Wave Motion jump ranks?

That required the full transfer.

Which meant I needed to cum inside her.

"Belle," I said slowly. "We have a problem."

She sat up immediately, wincing as her body protested. "What problem?"

"The buff doesn’t work yet."

"What do you mean it doesn’t work? You just spent half an hour drinking from me!"

"The extraction gives me points. It gives you increased devotion. But the buff..." I ran a hand through my hair. "The buff requires a complete transfer."

Belle stared at me. Understanding dawned across her face, followed immediately by horror. "You have to fuck me."

"Yeah."

"You have to actually fuck me and finish inside me for the buff to work."

"That’s how the ability functions."

"And you didn’t think to mention this before?"

"I thought—" I stopped. There was no good way to finish that sentence. "I got distracted."

"You got distracted." Belle’s voice went flat. "While you were between my legs."

"Your milk tastes really good."

She threw another pillow at me. This time it connected with my face.

"This is not funny!" Belle’s hands were shaking. "I just let you drink from my tits for twenty minutes and now you’re telling me it was completely pointless unless you actually fuck me?"

"Not pointless. I still got the essence. The points. The lifespan extension."

"Oh great. So you got yours. How considerate."

I opened my mouth. Closed it. She had a point.

Belle stood up. Her legs wobbled but held. She grabbed her sports bra from the floor and yanked it on, not bothering to wipe away the milk still coating her skin.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Back to my room. To shower. To pretend this never happened."

"Belle, wait."

"No." She rounded on me. Her amber-brown eyes were furious. "You don’t get to ’Belle, wait’ me right now. You just made me think I was getting a power boost in exchange for letting you turn me into a human dairy farm, and now you’re telling me the whole thing was a waste of time unless I let you inside me?"

"It wasn’t a waste—"

"Shut up." She grabbed her compression shorts. Pulled them on with jerky, angry movements. "Just shut up."

I watched her dress. Watched her stuff her feet into her shoes. Watched her storm toward the door.

"For what it’s worth," I said quietly, "I’m sorry."

Belle stopped. Her hand on the doorknob.

"You should have told me everything upfront," she said without turning around. "That’s the deal we made. Full disclosure."

"You’re right."

"I know I’m right." She pulled the door open. "And Jace?"

"Yeah?"

"Don’t text me. Don’t call me. Don’t even look at me in training tomorrow."

The door slammed behind her.

I sat there in my soaked bed, surrounded by the evidence of what we’d done, and pulled up my system interface.

Lifespan: 7 days, 2 hours

Points: 1,520

Devotion: Belle Fox - 47%

Ability Stolen: Treasure Sense (Copper)

I’d gained everything from the session.

Belle had gained nothing.

Fuck.