Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 255: Chapter : 255 : Recess And Relief!

Mira clapped her hands sharply—once, twice—the sound cutting through the lingering chaos like a bell through fog.

”Students,” she called, voice warm but commanding, ”that concludes the Mana Measurement trial. I know emotions are running high, but let’s take a breath. It’s already time for recess. We’ll be moving you to the first-year cafeteria now. After you’ve eaten and rested, we’ll continue with the remaining trials.”

She smiled—bright, genuine, eyes still sparkling from Aiden’s impossible reading—and raised both hands again.

The world shimmered.

A soft ripple passed through the hall, like heat haze over summer stone. Marble floors blurred. Columns stretched and folded. Floating chandeliers spun into streaks of gold. One heartbeat the students stood shoulder-to-shoulder in stunned silence; the next—

—they were somewhere else.

A vast, sunlit atrium opened around them.

The first-year cafeteria was no ordinary dining hall. It was a cathedral of appetite and magic.

Vaulted ceilings soared three stories high, ribbed with living vines of starlit ivy that bloomed with tiny glowing flowers—white, violet, gold—casting dappled light like stained glass. Long tables of polished white oak stretched in elegant rows, each surface inlaid with faint silver runes that shimmered whenever someone sat down, warming plates and keeping drinks chilled without a single servant in sight. Crystal chandeliers shaped like blooming lotus flowers drifted lazily overhead, petals opening and closing to release soft perfumes of vanilla, cinnamon, and fresh rain.

Arched windows taller than two men lined the eastern wall, looking out over floating gardens: cherry trees heavy with fruit, rose trellises dripping crimson, fountains that sprayed water in perfect helixes before it evaporated into rainbow mist. The air smelled impossibly good—roasted meat, fresh bread, spiced chai, caramelized sugar—all layered without ever clashing.

Professor Mira clapped once more—gentler this time.

”Dear students, welcome to the first-year cafeteria. There are no menus, no lines you must wait in forever, no limits. Walk to the counter, tell the chef exactly what you want—anything at all—and take a seat at any table. Your food will arrive shortly after. Enjoy. You’ve earned it.”

The hall exhaled.

Students surged toward the counter in a joyful, chaotic wave—commoners laughing, nobles trying (and failing) to look dignified as they hurried.

Aiden stood at the edge of the crowd, his wives clustered around him like a royal guard.

Luna bounced on her toes, black wolf ears twitching, massive breasts jiggling under her straining blazer. Her blue eyes were huge, pleading.

”Master...” she whined, voice high and needy, ”can we order too? Please? I’m so hungry after all that excitement...”

She pressed her cheek against his chest, nuzzling shamelessly, tail swishing behind her.

Aiden chuckled—low, fond—and reached up to pet her head. His fingers sank into soft black hair, scratching gently behind her ears.

Luna melted instantly, eyes half-lidded, a rumbling purr vibrating through her throat.

”Of course,” he murmured. ”But first let’s sit. We’ll go to the counter once it’s mostly empty, okay?”

”Okay!” Luna nodded happily, rubbing her face harder against his chest like a cat in heat. ”Mmm... Master’s hand feels so good...”

Thristle grinned beside them. ”I’m getting three steaks. And cake. And ale. And maybe you for dessert, King.”

Nyxion’s fluffy tail curled around Aiden’s leg. ”Heart Lord... can I sit in your lap while we wait?”

Aiden smirked. ”If you behave.”

The group moved toward a long table near one of the arched windows—sunlight spilling across the wood, warming the runes so the surface glowed faintly gold.

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Across the hall, Elara Voss suddenly grabbed Elarion’s wrist.

Her fingers trembled.

”Dear Brother,” she whispered, voice cracking, ”please... come with me. Now.”

Elarion’s ice-blue eyes softened the instant he looked down at her.

The cold strategist vanished; only the lover remained.

”Whatever you say,” he murmured.

He let her pull him away from the crowd—through a side archway, down a quiet corridor lined with floating lanterns, past suits of armor that turned their helms to watch them pass.

Elara didn’t stop until they reached a small, dimly lit storeroom—shelves of crystal vials, dried herbs, spare tablecloths. The door clicked shut behind them.

The moment the latch caught, Elarion moved.

He spun her around and pressed her back against the cool stone wall, hands caging her on either side of her head.

Elara gasped—then moaned as his mouth crashed down on hers.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, filthy.

Tongues tangled immediately—wet, sloppy, needy. She whimpered into his mouth, fingers threading into his white hair, yanking him closer. He growled low in his throat, teeth catching her lower lip and tugging hard enough to sting.

His hands dropped.

Big palms cupped her massive breasts through the crimson velvet blazer—squeezing roughly, thumbs brushing over stiff nipples that poked visibly against the thin white blouse beneath. Elara arched, moaning louder, hips bucking against him.

”Brother—” she gasped when he broke the kiss to drag his mouth down her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. ”Please—”

His left hand slid lower—grabbing a handful of her plump ass through the scandalously short pleated skirt. He kneaded the soft flesh, fingers digging in, spreading her cheeks slightly.

Elara shuddered.

When he pulled back just enough to look at her—eyes dark with lust—she spun in his grip, planting both hands on the wall and arching her back.

She yanked her skirt up over her hips in one frantic motion—exposing lacy black panties already soaked through at the crotch.

With trembling fingers she hooked the fabric aside, baring her glistening, swollen pussy and the tight pucker of her ass.

”Please, Dear Brother,” she begged, voice shaking, thighs quivering. ”My pussy’s so lonely... so empty... please give it to me. Fuck me. Hard. I need you inside me now.”

Elarion stared at the obscene display—her pale ass cheeks spread by her own hands, pink folds dripping, clit throbbing visibly.

”Elara...” he rasped, voice wrecked.

He tore his zipper down in one rough pull.

His cock sprang free—thick, long, veined, already leaking at the tip.

He gripped her hips—hard enough to bruise—and lined himself up.

”I am home.”

One smooth, brutal thrust.

He buried himself to the hilt.

Elara’s eyes rolled back instantly. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream—then twisted into a slutty, blissful smile.

”Y-Yes...! Brother...! So deep...! Harder... give it to me...!”

He didn’t hold back.

He fucked her like he hated her—like he loved her—like he’d die if he stopped.

Each thrust slammed her forward, tits bouncing wildly inside her blazer, nipples scraping against lace. Wet, obscene slaps echoed in the tiny room—her soaked cunt swallowing him greedily, clit grinding against his balls every time he bottomed out.

Elara clawed at the wall, moaning brokenly.

”Harder—! Fuck—! Yes—! Breed me—! Fill your little sister—!”

Elarion growled, one hand sliding up to fist her long white hair, yanking her head back so he could bite her throat.

”Mine,” he snarled against her skin. ”Only mine.”

”Yes—! Yours—! Always—!”

He reached around—fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast, rough circles.

Elara shattered.

Her whole body seized—pussy clamping down like a vice, gushing around his cock, thighs shaking so hard she nearly collapsed.

”Brother—! Cumming—! Cumming on your cock—!”

He didn’t stop—fucked her through it, prolonging the spasms until she sobbed with overstimulation.

Then he sped up—short, brutal thrusts—chasing his own edge.

”Elara—fuck—gonna cum—inside you—”

”Do it—! Fill me—! Mark me—!”

He slammed deep one last time—cock pulsing, swelling—and erupted.

Thick ropes of cum flooded her, painting her walls, overflowing, dripping down her thighs in creamy streaks.

Elara whimpered—happy, broken, full—hips twitching with aftershocks.

They stayed locked together for long seconds—panting, trembling.

Finally Elarion eased out—cock slick and glistening—cum immediately leaking from her puffy, abused cunt.

Elara turned slowly—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.

She dropped to her knees without a word.

Her tongue flicked out—lapping at his softening length, cleaning him with soft, kittenish licks.

”Thank you, Dear Brother...” she whispered between licks. ”I needed that so much...”

Elarion stroked her hair—gentle now.

”Always,” he murmured. ”Anything for you.”

She nuzzled his cock one last time—then stood on shaky legs, pulling her panties back into place (cum soaking through instantly), smoothing her skirt down.

They shared one last deep, slow kiss—tasting each other, tasting themselves.

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Aiden stepped up to the counter once the initial rush had thinned, his wives lingering a few paces back at their chosen table near the arched windows. The floating lotus chandeliers above cast warm amber pools across the polished oak, and the air hummed with the soft clink of cutlery and the distant sizzle of magical flames.

He leaned one elbow on the counter, casual, waiting.

A sweet, velvet-smooth voice drifted from the back of the open kitchen.

”Be right there, darling~”

A moment later she emerged.

She was everything god had promised and more—middle-aged perfection wrapped in sinful curves that made the academy uniform rules feel like a cruel joke. Her flawless fair skin glowed under the golden light like fresh cream kissed by sunlight. High cheekbones framed a mature, devastatingly alluring face: full pouty crimson lips curved in a knowing, sultry smile that promised every sin imaginable, large expressive emerald-green eyes sparkling with equal parts mischief and raw hunger. Long silky platinum-blonde hair was styled in a loose elegant half-up half-down bun, soft wavy tendrils framing her face and tumbling down her back to her waist in glossy waves that begged to be wrapped around a fist.

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END OF Chapter : 255 : RECESS AND RELIEF!

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