บท 80: 80. Milk, Tea bag & Cream*

"Uhhhhh…" Hure moaned as Thyra took her nipples in her mouth and squeezed them between her tongue and the top of her mouth.

A slightly warm liquid leaked out of her mouth. Thyra didn't remember having ever tasted it other than when she was born in her previous world, which she had obviously forgotten a somewhat long life ago.

It wasn't as salty as she had expected. Just to confirm, she sucked on them to ensure it wasn't. If she had to compare, it would be like slightly sweetened, slightly warm oat milk.

And the flow was strong. Thyra didn't need to squeeze the nipple too hard. If anything, just the light squeeze between her lips was enough to leak out a mouthful.

"I think they are filled to bream," Thyra looked at Hure, confirming.

Hure had not quite recovered from the euphoric feeling that had spread from her breast, so her eyes were still a little blurry. Even so, she sluggishly raised her hand and wiped the white liquid from the corner of Thyra's mouth.

"You hadn't changed a bit," Hure mumbled. Thyra wasn't sure what she was talking about and didn't care. Her hand continued to play with her breast as she gave the same mouth treatment to the other breast.

Even if Hure wanted to stop Thyra, she had never gotten to say it out loud. The soft biting and squeezing of her long-neglected mammary gland had warmed her body, making her wet between her lips and making her moan louder.

She grabbed Thyra's head from behind, bent her back against her left nipple, and pushed so hard that Thyra could not break free. Thyra, too, did not put up much of a fight, but she eventually had to back away because she was consuming too much.

Thyra looked down to meet Hure's begging eyes. As her grin widened, Thyra said, "When I said that I would eat you as my dinner, I did not mean this."

"I think my lady is getting better at pleasing women." But Hure did not make Thyra do it against her will; instead, she asked, "My lady, are you doing this because you want it to be done to you?"

Before Thyra could answer, Hure's hand had already moved over her breast. The simple Tunic was moved aside. They were not dangling precariously, but Hure found her hard nipple to be the ideal position for sucking.

"Ohhh!" Thyra didn't expect Hure to move up and suck on her nipples. Her sudden action surprised her, but before she could say anything, she began to enjoy the sensation of Hure's tongue playing with the hard tip of the mound.

It was a feeling she hadn't had for a long time. The tingling started at her bust and worked its way down to her genitalia. There was a growing dampness in her love canal, and she could feel her little brother tightening against the tunic. She even repositioned her bust to be closer to Hure in an effort to be better served by her, but Hure rejected her.

"I don't understand why you love sucking on them," Hure said with a serious expression. "Nothing was coming out of it."

Thyra stared at her with an unsatisfied expression for a moment. On the other hand, Hure had no idea why Thyra was doing that.

All of a sudden, she started to remove her tunic. Thyra added, "If you want something to taste something, then suck on these." And she put her family jewel right on her face.

Unlike what Thyra had expected, Hure didn't hesitate to plant a kiss on her nut sack. And the next thing she knew, Hure even took one in her mouth and started to tease it with her tongue.

"Uuaahhhh!" Thyra couldn't stop herself from moaning in ecstasy. As her seed sack was getting tangled with Hure's tongue, Thyra felt Hure really sucking all the energy out of her body.

She even had to support herself on the headboard of the bed as she struggled to sit straight on Hure's face. Thyra had orgasmed quite a few times when she was a woman, and she felt this euphoric sensation was really at that level.

And to make matters worse, Hure's hand didn't stop. Her hand continued to move down along her meat shaft.

Thyra could feel the moment of loss was near, and she wanted to move away. However, her body wasn't under her control; it was desperately pushing itself against Hure's mouth, not wanting to move away from her slithering tongue.

Hure could feel it too. Thyra's tempo of rubbing herself against Hure continued to increase while Thyra's ball started twitching at the tip of her tongue, and the love wand was throbbing desperately in her grip.

As Hure heard Thyra start to groan, she squeezed on the base of her hard dick while furiously teasing her balls. The more she wrestled with the balls, the harder Thyra groaned, and she could feel the balls tightening her mouth.

She kept squeezing the base of Thyra's meat shaft as she moved. Even squeezing hard did not stop the cum from leaking from Thyra's meat shaft. Hure quickly put the tip in her mouth before loosening the restraint.

Hure realised a moment too late that it was wrong to let go of the wand. Firstly, Thyra desperately needed to release the load. As soon as Hure took it in her mouth, Thyra moved her waist like a beast in heat and pressed the tip against the back of her throat, almost making Hure gag on it.

If it wasn't enough, Hure was squeezing hard on the base of Thyra's meat, making the pressure build up. As soon as Thyra pressed her weapon against the back of Hure's throat, she unleashed hell.

"Ohhhhhh, Ohhh… Ahhhhh…" Thyra's moan and groan mixed to result in an intangible, lustful mating call. She had achieved nirvana at that moment.

Even though she was still sitting with her cock pressing against Hure's throat, her body bent backwards in ecstasy while her eyes turned white.

She didn't even notice that her cock had unloaded itself with such ferocity that her cum had filled to the brim in a blink, making it harder for Hure to make a choice.

Hure was reluctant to spit it out, forcing her to swallow it. However, even before she could clear it out, the second wave came with much more intensity.

At that moment, it wasn't for her to decide. Thyra seed soup rushed into every hole possible. Most of it poured right into her stomach, while some escaped through her nasal cavity.

By the third and fourth surges of cum, Hure had given up controlling herself. The cum still filled her stomach, while most of it gushed out of her nose and mouth. She just lay there as Thyra emptied herself into her mouth.

Even after coming down from Hure's face, Thyra's breathing was erratic. Thyra's face glowed as she proclaimed, "That is the best one I have ever had. Hure, you are the best."

Yet her smile was met with a glare from Hure. She sat there, bare-breasted with cum coming off her mouth and nose and down on her chest.

She looked dead into Thyra's eyes, saying, "My lady, you are not human anymore. With the amount you have poured into my stomach, I won't need to eat breakfast tomorrow. You might really have become a bull."

To Hure's sarcastic remarks, Thyra could only give a silly smile.