Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Progressive Morning Part 3 - Second Day Of The Scholar Year.
A soft yawn is accompanied by the pressure of the plumpness possesed by Niveilia’s massive udders.
The Busty Lady gather up her courage and got into N’Ïrk’s bed. She is the «Wifey» of her «Hubby», and not spending the night together is a no go for her.
More importantly, she naturally wakes up early, which should prevent her Roommates from seeing her in N’Ïrk’s bed.
However, nervousness and alertness cause many to wake up before their usual wake up hour. When others always start their day in the early morning.
Hát’Thöry, Indayra, Dyll’Phá, Kûrjhainne and Vluk’Shïan tend to exercise. They no longer have the Private Gyms of the Underground Floors, needing to visit the facilities of the Intercultural Academy, before the area gets too crowded.
To avoid this outcome, they remain in the room, procuring to be silent, as there are others who are still sleeping.
N’Ïrk watches his roommates warming up, at that point, Niveilia wakes up, embarrassed of her bold attitude, trying to flee, but being rapidly trapped with a tight hug, followed by a tender peck on her red lips.
"Good Morning My Cute Dutiful Wifey." N’Ïrk briefly teases, resuming the snogging and attracting the attention of those who have already gotten up to start their day.
Niveilia feels self-conscious about the stares in her direction, she still finds difficult to be observed with so much attention, curiosity and even a little bit of jealousy is present in the ladies’s glances.
"Hubby, it’s time for me to... , To prepare the breakfast...". Niveilia comments, her excuse backfiring marvelously as N’Ïrk leans close to the damsel’s ear, whispering with slow mime so that the Maidens looking at him can read his lips.
"I heard you can feed me a dose of milk. Is that correct?".
Niveilia trembles, her shameful secret is known by hee Hubby. There is no point in hiding the truth, but her shyness takes the best out of her, snuggling against N’Ïrk’s chest, rubbing her forehead slowly to convey a silent «Yes».
"May i have a taste Wifey?. I want to be aware of the quality of your milk. After all. In a few years you are going to nurture our kids".
The Busty Lady stiffen her body, not for fear or nervousness, if not due to sheer ecstatic excitement. The implication is direct and blunt. N’Ïrk truly intends to create a Family with her.
She looks up at her Hubby, who is attentively waiting for a positive answer. "Le-Let me extract a little...".
"Wifey. I want it right from the source". The petition sends a jolting tremble through Niveilia’s spine, she is powerless when N’Ïrk asks her for anything, and a Good Wife should always obey and please her Husband.
She nods once, stiffly. Shivering with the strong hands of N’Ïrk traversing the lady’s belly, the palms slowly pass over the fabric of Niveilia’s camisole, reaching and lowering the edge to enlarge the cleavage, freeing the glorious gigantic mammaries.
Red hard nipples are present on the ample bosom of the Busty Lady. Her shame rising with the hungry gaze of N’Ïrk, who is literally salivating for a piece of Niveilia’s supple flesh.
Instead of going directly to the damsel’s knobs, the young man lunges forward to take the kissable lips, making out with his Wifey.
The oral assault is nowhere near to the tender and careful touches he usually shares with Niveilia.
Because this time, N’Ïrk wants to make it clear to the damsel how much he is attracted to her.
His hands pose themselves on the large breasts, mauling them with abandon, harassing the red nipples and issuing a fast squirm within Niveilia’s core.
An orgasm is overtaking her perception, not knowing if it is due to the pleasure felt by her sensitive udders. The massive fulfilment at experiencing genuinely how passionate is N’Ïrk. Or the embarrassment of being watched by her Roommates.
The kisses on her lips are replaced with pecks to her chin and neck, then they trail lower towards the valley of her breasts, reaching the nipples and finally having a glimpse of what it feels to be a mother, feeding her own descendant.
The thought puts a goofy caring smile on Niveilia, moving her right hand to ruffle N’Ïrk’s maroon hair, as he ravenously sucks the stiff knobs, extracting the tasty milk.
Their laying position is awkward, deliberately moving to be more comfortable. Niveilia sits down on the bed, resting N’Ïrk’s head on her lap, the enormous size of her mammaries reach effortlessly the young man’s mouth, who continues to drinking the lady’s milk.
Curiosity and a bit of pride is ignited in Niveilia, looking up and spotting her Roommates.
They are spellbound by the view. Their sexual affairs are fleeting or nonexistent, fantasizing about N’Ïrk since they met him. But having a real event in front of them, is on another level.
From the next bunk bed, Evennette grins at Niveilia, but speaks towards N’Ïrk. "Coach. Don’t forget to attend both breasts of Sweet Cheeks, or i’ll do it on your behalf...".
The hypothetical scenario leaves Niveilia confused. N’Ïrk is clearly in some sort of relationship with Evennette, and if he commands her, she will follow every command.
However. It would be a lie to say that Niveilia doesn’t have a hint of interest in having a taste of the Caramel Bimbo’s beautiful dark brown lips, as they look like chocolate.
Unbeknown to the Busty Lady, Evennette’s lips actually have such delicious flavor.
Sucking both of Niveilia’s udders. N’Ïrk finishes drinking the appetizing milk, making sure the red nipples don’t leak and waste even a single drop of the precious liquid theh produce.
"Our children are going to be really lucky Wifey. You are a real delicacy". His words are firm and gentle, giving a hard bite around Niveilia’s nipple, licking the dim mark of the bruise, getting a whine that transforms into a heated moan from the docile pouty mouth of his Wifey. Going after the puffy red lips to silence the Maiden, what comes along with an interesting notification.
Tender Ferality [ +1 ] • [ +5 Growth ]
Oppressiveness [ +1 ] • [ +5 Growth ]