SSS Awakening: I Become The Strongest Breeding Knight

Chapter 123: 123. Alicia And Laura Just Made An Experienced Amateur At This Job**

My tongue traced the edge of her areola, and the skin was so thin I could feel her heart beating beneath it, and her nipple was so hard it pressed against the roof of my mouth, and I loved it!

I was hungry for it, and I couldn’t get enough, and I kept sucking and licking and tasting and craving, and she kept making those sounds... those incredible, terrible, beautiful sounds.

And her ears were doing something I’d never seen before.

They were curling, slowly, like ferns unfurling in the morning sun, and her whole body was arching, her back was curving, and her hips were rolling.

She was moaning with every breath, every movement, every tiny twitch of her body. ”Nnnnh... yes... yes, right there... oh god, Roland, don’t stop, don’t you ever stop—”

I pulled back for just a second, and her breasts bounced, they swayed, they jiggled with a weight and a softness that was almost obscene, and I looked at them and I knew... I knew right then and there that I was never going to get enough of this.

Never.

Not in a thousand lifetimes.

”You’re so FUCKING sexy,” I said, and my voice was shaking, and she looked at me with those wet, glassy eyes and those drooping, curling ears, and she said, in a voice that was barely a whisper:

”Then don’t stop... Please.”

And I didn’t. I pressed my face back into her chest, my mouth on her nipple, and my hands on her breasts, and I lost myself in her.

I lost myself in the heat and the taste and the sound and the feeling of her, and the night and the stars and the cave and the world outside ceased to exist, and there was only this... only us, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever known.

I pulled back from her chest, my lips wet and glistening, my mouth still tingling from the taste of her skin.

Eveline was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow heaves, her breasts still flushed pink and glistening from my mouth.

She looked down at me with those half-lidded eyes, her ears drooping lazily, and she let out a breath that was half-sigh, half-laugh.

”Okay,” she said, her voice still wrecked from the moaning, ”okay... My turn.”

She crawled forward on the bedroll, moving between my thighs with a grace that was almost predatory, and I watched her descend like I was watching something sacred.

And then she saw it. She saw my cock, fully hard, fully exposed, throbbing in the cool night air like a living thing.

And her eyes went wide. Even her ears shot straight up.

She stared at it for a long, silent moment, and then she let out this little laugh... not mocking, not teasing, just... releasing.

Like she’d been holding her breath and finally let it out.

”Oh my gods,” she breathed, and then she laughed again, shaking her head. ”Roland, I knew you were... I knew you were big.”

”But this? This is...” She trailed off, and her ears were vibrating, and I could see the flush creeping up her neck, her cheeks, and her whole face.

She was nervous. The little rabbit girl was nervous.

And it made something in my chest ache.

”It’s okay,” I said, and my voice was rough. ”You don’t have to—”

”No, no, no,” she said, and she was shaking her head, her ears flopping back and forth. ”I want to!”

”I’ve been thinking about this since the first time you held my hand.” She took a breath, and her eyes found mine, and there was something there... something brave, something fierce that made me believe her.

”I’ve been practicing, you know.”

”Practicing what now?”

She grinned at me, and it was the most mischievous, most dangerous smile I’d ever seen on her face. ”Ehehehe...”

”I learned a few things from Laura and Alicia.” She paused, and her ears twitched. ”They told me you liked it when... well, when I used my tits.”

My jaw tightened. And my cock pulsed. ”T-they told you that?”

”They told me everything.” She laughed again, and then she reached down and grabbed both of her massive breasts with both hands, lifting them up, and my mouth went dry.

”Alicia said you’d like it when I do it slow,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, ”and Laura said you’d like it when I do it tight.”

”So I’m going to do both...!”

She’s experienced through them! What the fuck... and she’s going to be a quick learner at this.

She leaned forward, and I watched with the intensity of a man watching the world end as she brought her breasts together, pressing them against each other, creating this incredible, soft valley of pale, warm flesh, and then she positioned my cock right in the center.

The moment my cock slid between them, I felt something in my brain snap. It was like being swallowed by warmth.

Like being enveloped by something alive and soft and impossibly, impossibly gentle. Her breasts were so soft... so much softer than Alicia’s, even softer than Laura’s, and they wrapped around me completely, every inch of me, and the sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

I could feel the weight of them, the warmth of them, and the way they clung to me like they were made just for this.

”Nnnh...” The sound that came out of my mouth wasn’t even a groan.

It was a death rattle. I gritted my teeth, my hands gripping the edges of the bedroll so hard the fabric groaned.

I looked up at her, and she was looking down at me with both her eyes closed, a serene smile on her face, her ears standing straight up like she was in a trance.

”I’m going to start moving,” she said softly, and she began.

She moved her breasts up and down, slow and deliberate, and each stroke was a revelation. The softness was unlike anything I’d ever experienced... it was like being wrapped in silk and warm water at the same time.

It’s like my cock was being massaged by something that had no bones, no edges, and no resistance, but just endless, yielding, perfect softness.

And her breasts were so big that they came up past my hips, past my stomach, and I could see them from below... see the way they squeezed together around me.

The way they swayed and bounced with each slow, agonizingly perfect stroke, the way her dark areolae pressed against my skin on either side.

My mouth was literally watering. I could feel it... a thin thread of drool running down my chin, and I didn’t care; I couldn’t care less, because the sensation was so overwhelming that I couldn’t think about anything else.

”Fuck,” I whispered, and my voice was so wrecked I barely recognized it. ”Fuck, Eveline, your tits are—”

”You like them?” she asked, her eyes still closed, her smile widening.

”I FUCKING love them...! I’ve never felt anything like this!”

”Alicia’s tits are tight, and Laura’s are soft, but yours—” I swallowed hard. ”Yours are... they’re something else.!”

”It’s like they’re made of something different... Something... better.”

She let out a soft, satisfied hum, and her breasts squeezed tighter around me, and I felt her nipples... those sharp, hard little points press against my cock on either side, and the sensation was so intense I nearly lost it right there.

”You’re so loud,” she teased, and her voice was warm and sweet, and she was moving again, slow and deliberate.

Each stroke made my hips twitch involuntarily, made my fingers claw at the bedroll, and made me let out another low, guttural sound that I couldn’t control.

”I can’t help it,” I said, and I meant it. ”You’re doing this to me... You’re destroying me!”

”Good,” she said, and she opened her eyes, and they were glowing, glowing with pleasure, with joy, with the pure, unadulterated happiness of giving me something that she knew I needed.

”You’ve been taking care of me, Roland!”

”Taking me on adventures, protecting me, making me feel safe... so now let me take care of you.”

She picked up the pace, well, just slightly, and the change... I underestimate it because it was catastrophic.

The friction, the warmth, the softness, the way her breasts clung to me and squeezed and squeezed, and I could feel my cock throbbing, throbbing really hard.

Every nerve ending on fire, and I was grinding my hips into her breasts like a man who’d been starving and had finally found food.

She was laughing softly, a warm, melodic sound that mixed with the sounds I was making... the groans, the gasps, and the low, desperate sounds of a man losing his mind.

”Eveline,” I said, and my voice was a whisper, a plea, and a prayer. ”Eveline, I’m going to—”

”Don’t you dare stop,” she said, and her ears were vibrating, and her face was flushed, and she was moving her breasts faster now, her hips rolling, her body arching.

I could feel her getting wetter, feeling the heat building between us, and I knew... I knew what was coming—and I didn’t care.

I didn’t care about anything except this.

Except her.