From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 72: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin! (5)

Chapter 72: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin! (5)

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he yanked the fabric down.

Her tits sprang free like a pair of escaped convicts.

Bouncy. Full. Practically begging for his tongue.

He let the dress bunch up around her waist and backed off slightly, just enough to admire the view.

Her breasts jiggled once, then settled—heavy, flushed, already beading with a hint of milk.

She clutched at the sheets, face burning.

’No. I can do this. This is just... part of the deal. I’m not enjoying this. Not even a little...’

Meanwhile, Rae was just licking his lips like a starved man in front of a feast.

His mouth hung open.

Eyes glazed. He looked like a man who’d just seen the gates of heaven swing wide open, except heaven, in this case, was a pair of perfectly plump, milk-heavy tits.

The sheer weight of her melons had him mesmerized.

Not obscenely huge,but just the right size to suffocate a man in bliss.

Swollen from days without release, nipples puffed and flushed like they were begging—no, demanding—to be sucked dry.

’Oh fuck, they’re leaking already?’

He was absolutely hypnotized.

Alice caught the trance. The corner of her lips twitched. She tried not to smile... but failed.

’He really does like them, huh?’

’Look at him—like a starving dog seeing meat for the first time. Let’s see if I can flip this on him for once...’

Her eyes sparkled with a flash of mischief.

A rare, dangerous glint that said: your move, bitch.

"Hey now... flies are gonna fly into that open mouth of yours if you kee—AH!"

She couldn’t even finish her smug line.

Because Rae moved like a beast.

In a blink, his hand clamped around one of her breasts—firm, possessive—and then his mouth latched onto her puffed-up nipple like it owed him money.

Alice gasped, body jolting from the shock.

Her hand instinctively flew to his head, not to push him away, but because it felt way too good.

’W-What the fuck? That fast?! I was just about to—damn it!’

Her inner thoughts scrambled as he suckled hard, like he was drinking straight from a divine fountain.

’Fuck. Fuck. I’m cumming—no! No, don’t! Hold on, hold on!’

Alice’s thighs trembled like they were hit by a low-grade earthquake.

Her back arched, eyes squeezed shut, lips chewed raw.

Her pussy was soaked—dripping onto the sheets beneath her like a leaky faucet of shame and suppressed lust.

A dark, glossy wet patch had already bloomed under her, and she hated how deliciously nasty it felt.

’This isn’t happening. I’m not gonna cum. I’m a mother. A wife. A goddamn hero—fuckfuckfuck—’

Meanwhile Rae was down there like a starving beast.

He drank her milk like it was divine nectar—no hesitation, no mercy, no shame.

His tongue worked in wicked circles, lips sealed tight, suction deep and rhythmic, like he was born for this shit.

Alice let out a strangled moan, one hand gripping the sheets, the other tangled in Rae’s hair—whether to pull him off or push him deeper, even she wasn’t sure.

And then—

He raised his free hand... and groped the other breast with absolute ownership.

Not gentle. Not rough.

Just the perfect kind of torment that made her insides curl up and scream.

He flicked the nipple—up, down, twist, press—like he was testing it for sensitivity.

Her leg kicked on reflex.

’No—no, stop! You smug green bastard, I’m trying to win here!’

Her lips trembled. She bit down so hard she thought she might bleed, just to keep her cry locked inside.

Because if she came, if she so much as twitched in orgasm, he’d win the deal.

And she knew it.

’Not even my baby sucked this good... that little creature used to bite me like I was a chew toy.’

’But this—this fucking maniac—he’s suckling like he read the "Ten Thousand Year Old Breastfeeding Sutra" and graduated top of the class.’

Rae blinked at the glowing semi-transparent interface hovering in the corner of his vision like a horny RPG pop-up.

’Fuck! My bar’s filling up—fast.’

The "Milk Drained" stat was currently at six liters and climbing like it was trying to set a world record.

’Two liters... now six? Shit, this woman’s practically a dairy farm.’

Not that he was complaining.

Each suck brought a creamy splash of rich, warm milk straight into his throat, and frankly, it was delicious. Addictive even.

He could bottle this and bankrupt every milk brand on the continent.

He hummed thoughtfully, keeping his mouth latched on her nipple like a naughty little parasite.

’If I keep this up, I’ll hit the 100-litre goal in one or two days.’

’Hmm... should I choose "High Elf" after the race evolution? Or maybe "Incubus"?’

His tongue rolled around the nipple lazily before he gave it a playful nip and then a hard flick.

"AHHH!"

Alice nearly levitated off the bed.

Her body was trembling like she’d been electrocuted and her face was flushed from ear to ear, sweat dripping from her temple.

Her thighs clenched on reflex, squeezing together like they could physically block the pleasure from spreading upward.

’Don’t cum. Don’t you dare cum. You’re a dignified woman. A healer. A wife—fuckfuckfuck he’s flicking again—’

Her mind was in panic mode.

Each flick to her swollen, over-sensitive nipple caused another splash of milk and sent a wave of pleasure down to her twitching pussy.

It was like her nips and clit were synced in a goddamn rhythm game and Rae was hitting every combo perfectly.

’Oh gods... he’s gonna suck me dry.’

She glanced down, just for a moment, only to see Rae’s smug face buried in her chest like he was sipping the milk of the gods.

His eyes met hers. And the bastard winked.

’Shit! He knows he’s winning. That smug green bastard—why is that hot?!’

She bit her lower lip so hard she might’ve drawn blood. Her legs trembled again. Another flick—another leak—another throbbing twitch from her soaked, traitorous pussy.

’Hold on... just a little longer. His stomach’s gotta have a limit, right?’

’He can’t just keep going until I’m drained and cummed a fountain, right?’

’I will not lose to her—eek!’

Her mental rallying cry shattered mid-thought as Rae bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to pull on her nipple like he was trying to pop it off like a candy top.

And that was it.

Her dam burst.

Alice’s head snapped back like someone yanked her by the ponytail.

Her back arched with a twitch, her whole body locked in place for one tight, humiliating second.

Her pussy clenched, hard, gushing into the already soaked sheets beneath her, and for a split-second, her soul might’ve actually left her body.

’Shit, shit, SHIT!’

By the time she fluttered back to reality, breath stuttering in her throat, Rae was still at it.

Sucking her milk like he was on a side quest for calcium, completely unaware that she had already lost the damn bet.

Which was good.

She wasn’t about to admit she came.

Not yet.

That was her last piece of armor.

’Thank the gods this damn dress is stuck at my hips. If he saw the absolute monsoon that just poured out of me...’

Her legs twitched again, still catching aftershocks.

She forced a smile, though it was more of a post-orgasm daze grin than anything proud.

Her eyes half-lidded, her body slack, her heart threatening to do a samba in her chest.

’No big deal. No big deal. Just a little hiccup. I can still pretend I’m in control.’

But Rae wasn’t done.

"Mwaah..."

He finally pulled his lips from her nipple with a wet, smug pop.

Milk clung to his lips and chin in glistening trails, like the most sinful milk mustache imaginable.

His eyes flicked up to hers, twinkling with mischief.

She scrambled to put on the bitch face.

She really did.

But her post-orgasmic brain barely had two functioning neurons to rub together, and both of them were curled up in the fetal position sobbing about how good that just felt.

"You’re already losing, woman."

Alice didn’t answer.

"If I touched your sweet little kitty now, it’d be wetter than a waterfall in monsoon season."

To add insult to implication, he smacked her boob.

Smack.

It jiggled gloriously, like a proud pudding on a mission, and—yep—another squirt of milk leaked out like a traitor.

Alice gasped, moaned, and quickly bit down on her knuckle.

"N-no. I-It isn’t..."

Rae just laughed.

Bastard didn’t even try to hide it.

Then, with the kind of devilish grin that could make a nun faint, he grabbed her nipple and twisted.

Another sharp moan escaped her lips as she thrashed slightly, caught between swatting him and melting into the bedsheets.

"You sound pretty convincing for someone who’s totally not enjoying any of this."

Then, before she could bark back a fake insult, he dove onto her other nipple like a starving beast.

His teeth gently clamped, tugged, then released it with a wet pop!

Milk sprayed like a cheap water fountain gone rogue.

He backed away with an exaggerated gasp.

"Oh nooo... look what you made me do. You’re leaking everywhere. I better clean this up... thoroughly."

Her eyes widened.

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