SSS Awakening: I Become The Strongest Breeding Knight

Chapter 125: 125. Seems Like Eveline Really Did Learn A Lot From Alicia and Laura**

”Nnnnh...” The sound that came out of my mouth was barely human.

It sounded raw... wait, no... to me, it was primal.

It was the sound of a man who had found something he didn’t know he was searching for and was terrified that it might be taken from him.

My hips moved on their own, my cock thrusting into her breasts, and she was laughing—a low, warm, satisfied laugh, and her ears were curling like ferns in the morning sun.

And she was making sounds too—soft, breathy sounds that filled the cave and wrapped around me like a blanket.

”You’re... you’re really good at this,” I managed to say, and my voice was so wrecked I could barely get the words out.

”I’m still... learning,” she whispered, and she pressed her breasts tighter against me, and her nipples, god, those sharp, hard little points scraped along my cock in a way that made my vision go white at the edges.

I felt my cock pulse, pulse, pulse, and I knew... I knew what was coming, and I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t hold it back, and couldn’t do anything except let it happen.

”Eveline—”

”Roland, I’m—”

”I’m going to—”

”Me too~! I’m going to—”

”FUUUUCKKKK! I’m going to—”

We said the same thing.

I couldn’t finish the sentence. And I couldn’t finish anything.

My body took over, and my cock erupted... I unleashed a load so massive, so enormous, and so unhinged, that it went everywhere.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

It went across her breasts, across her chest, across her face, across her lips, across her chin, across her neck, across the ground, and across the bedroll... fucking hell, I had to say all of it.

It was LITERALLY everywhere, a white, warm, sticky mess that covered her like she’d been painted by the hands of God himself, and I couldn’t stop, fuck... I really couldn’t stop.

I just kept coming and coming and coming...! My body wracked with tremors, my vision swimming, my breath catching in my throat, and the sounds I was making... the groans, the gasps, and the low, guttural, broken sounds.

They echoed off the cave walls and filled the night with the sound of a man losing everything and finding it all at once.

And when it was over... when the last of it had spent itself and I could finally breathe again.

When the world stopped spinning and my heart slowed, especially when my vision cleared, I was lying there in the dark, covered in sweat and her warmth.

I could see the starlight and hear the silence of the cave, and Eveline was sitting up on her knees above me, her breasts coated in white, her face covered in white, her lips glistening, her ears flat against her head, and she was squeaking.

Not laughing. And not crying.

I mean it like it’s squeaking. The high, sharp, unmistakably rabbit sound that I’d never heard her make before, and she was staring at me with wide, glassy eyes.

Then she looked down at herself, and then she looked back at me, and she said—in a voice that was half-laugh, half-gasp, half-everything:

”Oh... Oh my gods... Roland.”

”You... you just... everywhere.”

”You got it everywhere.”

She reached up and wiped a glob of it from her cheek, and she looked at it, and then she looked at me, and she squeaked again, and I was laughing.

I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe, my chest aching, tears streaming down my face, and she was laughing too, her whole body shaking, her breasts wobbling, her tail twitching, and we were both laughing and crying and everything in the space between.

The cave was filled with the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard—the sound of two people who had just shared something so intimate, so raw, so real that there were no words left.

It’s only laughter, only tears, only the quiet, steady beat of two hearts finding their rhythm together in the dark.

And then I looked down at my cock, still massive, still hard, still throbbing, and I saw it—the slow, thick, sweet drip of precum, a glistening thread that caught the starlight.

Eveline saw it too. She leaned forward, her face still half-covered in my cum, and she smiled—and this time it was the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.

The kind of smile that could stop time, that could make the stars themselves hold their breath.

”Roland,” she whispered, and her voice was warm and sweet and hungry, and she reached down and touched the tip of my cock with her finger, and I felt it... the warmth, the sweetness, the need.

She looked up at me and said. ”You’re leaking so much sweet precum... It’s everywhere~!”

”You’re leaking everywhere.” She paused, and her ears perked up, and she smiled. ”Did that feel good? Did it feel really good?”

I couldn’t speak. I could only nod; my throat felt too tight, my heart too full, and she leaned down and kissed me.

She whispered against my mouth. ”I guess I have to clean you up, right?”

And I said yes. And I meant it.

She smiled. And she leaned down.

The cave was silent for a moment—just the crackle of the dying fire and the sound of our breathing, ragged and uneven, filling the space between us like a conversation.

Eveline sat there on her knees above me, her skin glistening under the starlight, her breasts still coated in white, and she looked at herself... looked at me, and then she did something that made my breath catch in my throat.

She reached up and brought her fingers to her lips—her fingers, still slick with my cum... and she tasted it.

Her eyes closed, and her ears twitched, and she let out this tiny, soft sound—a hum, like a cat purring, like someone finding something they’d been looking for their whole life.

”Mmm...” she breathed, and her tongue swept across her lips, and she looked at me with those amber eyes, and they were glowing.

”It’s... it’s good,” she whispered, and she licked her lips again, and I felt my cock twitch like it was answering her, like it was still alive, still hungry, and still reaching for her.

”It’s warm and... sweet,” she said, and she smiled, and the smile was so tender, so loving, it made my chest ache more than my cock ever could.

Then she looked down at me, at my cock... she knew that it was still massive, still hard, still throbbing with that slow, thick pulse of precum.

And her ears shot straight up. ”Oh!”

”Alicia told me about this part,” she said, and her voice was trembling, and she reached down, and her small hands wrapped around me, and I watched her fingers close around my shaft.

I could feel her warmth, her softness, her nervousness vibrating through her palms. ”She said... she said it was the hardest part.”

”She said I’d probably get it wrong the first time.” She swallowed hard, and her ears drooped, and she looked up at me with those wide, honest eyes. ”I don’t know if I can do this, Roland.”

”I don’t know if I’ll—”

”Eveline.” I reached up and cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing the corner of her mouth where she’d tasted me. ”You don’t have to be perfect... You don’t.”

”Just... just be you. That’s more than enough for me.”

She stared at me for a long moment, and then she nodded. ”I’ll try!”

She leaned down. The moment her lips touched the tip of my cock, I felt something snap inside me.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Alicia’s mouth was warm and experienced. And Laura’s was tight and unexperienced.

But Eveline’s... Eveline’s mouth was different.

It was soft... almost impossibly soft—and her lips formed around me like they were made of the same substance as her breasts, that otherworldly, cloud-like tenderness.

And then she took me in. She took the head of my cock into her mouth, and I felt her tongue... fuck... the tongue...

It swirl around the sensitive ridge, around the opening, and I let out a sound that was barely a sound at all, just a low, broken hum that vibrated in my chest.

”Nnnnh...”

”Is this... is this okay?” she mumbled against me, and her voice was muffled, and her ears were flat against her head, and she pulled back just enough to look up at me with those big, worried eyes.

”It’s more than okay,” I said, and my voice cracked. ”It’s—”

”Okay.” She nodded again, and she went back down, and this time she took more of me in, and I felt her teeth... her soft, blunt, rabbit-girl teeth graze against me, and I flinched.

And then she caught herself, and she pulled back, and she looked at me with wide eyes. ”Sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”