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The bedroom Death had chosen left Dante and Felicia speechless. The room was fine if just a tad darker than it had to be. The architecture style was old Victorian style, with dark wood panels and heavy velvet curtains. Everything matched Death's taste to a tee besides the insanely large bed dominating the center like it was made for a dozen people. The silks sheets were covered in a sea of fresh black rose petals. Soft and fragrant, completely matching the vibes.
"It's your favorite."
Felicia took one look and lost her mind. She let out a happy little "Meooow!" and dove straight in, rolling around in the petals, laughing and purring as they stuck to her skin. "Death, you're my new best friend!"
Dante chuckled. Gwen had just gotten absolutely bodied in the friendship department by a pile of flowers. Felicia's friendship was too cheap.
Death remained hidden and quiet, probably shy to meet her "best friend." He knew for a fact that Death wouldn't do this if she didn't consider Felicia a friend.
Felicia finally stopped rolling and sprawled out on her back. Drowning in petals, her eyes drifted shut. One soft sigh and she was out cold, her chest rising and falling in slow, exhausted breaths. Her day had been a trainwreck of bad luck, making her sleep on the first contact with the soft mattress.
He shook his head. The bad luck had followed them even to this realm. He might have to create artifacts that boosted luck and fortune to offset her bad luck. Black Luck of Black Cat as he liked to call it.
"Guess I'll also sleep—"
"No." Death's voice ghosted right behind him as her hands slid around his waist, clinging to him. "What kind of companion would I be if I let you sleep unsatisfied?"
He grabbed her wrists and spun her around, only to have his eyes pop open in shock. She was wearing a tight all-black blazer dress with only one button holding it together at the bottom. The rest hung open like an invitation, black bra barely containing her tits and pushing them up into a deep, plunging valley that would make any man salivate. Even the black choker around her neck couldn't take away from Death's slightly dominant "strict professional" image in this outfit.
His mouth went dry. Her seductiveness was a little too much for his current state.
He didn't waste a second grabbing her shoulders and kissing her. One hand came up to hold the back of her head as their tongues shamelessly intertwined despite Felicia sleeping soundly behind them. Death moaned into his mouth, already panting with lust, with her cheeks flushed hot.
Death pulled back, showing eyes fogged over with lust. "Companion, do you see nothing different?"
He blinked, playing innocent even though he was far more aroused than her. "There's something?"
"You know what, I am leaving—"
"Death."
Before she could vanish, he locked his hands around her waist and shoved his face forward to be nestled into the delicious valley of Death's cleavage. Soft, pillowy tits surrounded him completely. He nuzzled deeper, breathing in her sweet scent, feeling the heat of her skin against his cheeks. In between the twin mountains, he found a sort of peace. This was his very own Nirvana, where all of his worries seemed to disappear in thin air.
He pulled back just enough to grin up at her flushed face. "You look stunning. Did you take inspiration from Silvy?"
"Not exactly," she whispered and pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, then climbed up beside him. She folded her long legs under her and patted her thighs. "Come here. You won't regret it."
He didn't need to be told twice and laid his head on her lap. She unhooked the last button of her blazer dress and pushed up one side of her bra. One full breast spilled free, revealing the pale areolae and perky little nipples, already stiff and begging for attention.
The sight that should've put a hungry smile on his face left him frowning instead.
He reached out with his hands and gave a quick, firm squeeze. She moaned in her throat, trembling like she had just experienced a small climax.
"I wasn't imagining it. They're bigger and more sensitive."
Distracted in his thoughts, he kept groping and kneading her breasts, loving how much they overflowed in his palms now. A sudden wet warmth hit his palms. He drew his hands away and stared at the thick white liquid on his palms, the droplets of which were beading on her nipple.
"Are you—"
Death refused to let him finish that question. She grabbed the back of his head and shoved her dripping tit straight into his open mouth. At the same time she squeezed her own breast hard, and her sweet, creamy milk flooded his tongue.
"Don't ask anything," she gasped shakily, breathing roughly. "Just enjoy it."
Judging from her flushed cheeks, she was embarrassed to talk about her sudden urge to fill her tits with milk. He sucked harder, his greedy tongue flicking her stiff nipple while thick streams of milk poured down his throat. Her thighs trembled under his head, feeling pleasure from being milked.
She looked to the other side and reached into his boxers with a hand, wrapping it around his hard cock and stroking him slowly. Her thumb swirled over the tip leaking with precum. Even though he felt a bit embarrassed about this position, he couldn't deny how exciting and thrilling it was to drink a cosmic entity's breastmilk.
"Mhmm."
After a few moments, Death gripped his cock tighter and her whole body tensed. A soft, surprised cry slipped out of her as a small orgasm rippled through her. Her thighs quivered nonstop as she was cumming just from him sucking her tits. Her cheeks burned red, eyes half-closed in embarrassed bliss.
"That's so hot," Dante whispered around her nipple while her hand resumed pumping him. "I mean it."
"Shhh."
Death pulled her tit away and leaned to the side to give him access to the other full breast. His lips brushed over her nipple, making her shudder. He eagerly sucked, enjoying every droplet coming out of her. Soon, he was right on the edge.
He gently bit down on her sensitive nipple and squeezed the heavy tit hard in his palm. Death cried out loud, and a massive fresh gush of hot, creamy milk was released into his mouth, so much that some dribbled down his chin. His eyes slammed shut as he felt his approaching release.
Death's hand suddenly pulled away, but he didn't even care. Heat was already roaring up his shaft. He could finish himself off—except even his hand was pried off forcefully.
He cracked his eyes open just in time to see Felicia's grinning face right between his legs. Death's moan had woken her up. Petals still clung to her messy silver hair as she licked her lips like a cat eyeing the milk.
"Morning, darling," she purred. "Let me finish it for you."
She had no zero shame about this situation. She perhaps never thought of Death as a rival but more as an older sister.
She wrapped those soft lips around his swollen crown and sank down, taking half of it eagerly into her hot mouth. The sight of Felicia's cheeks hollowing, green eyes locked on his while Death's milk was still leaking against his cheek sent him over the edge.
He groaned and exploded, rope after rope of thick cum blasted straight down her throat. Her eyes crinkled at the corners in pure satisfaction as she swallowed greedily, sucking and milking him with her tongue like she was trying to drain his soul out through his dick. She squeezed the base hard, forcing out every last drop, then popped off with a loud, wet pop.
"God," she sighed, licking a stray string of cum from her bottom lip, "I can't get enough of this taste."
Dante had the same feelings regarding the sweet milk he just drank.
Felicia glanced at the way he was still half-laying in Death's lap and revealed a mischievous smirk. "Look at you cuddling cosmic tits while receiving a cosmic handjob. What a spoiled darling you are."
"This is what we live for, right?"
"Truly." She grinned, moving a hand through her hair to shake off the petals. "Death, who is your best friend?"
"Companion."
"..."
Dante reluctantly lifted his head from Death's lap, but he couldn't resist one last taste. He leaned in and sucked a big mouthful of warm milk straight from her nipple.
Felicia reached out in a hurry and grabbed his jaw, using her thumb to force his mouth open. "Milk? Did you use biokinesis to turn her into a walking dairy bar?"
"No," Death said, glaring at her. "I'm more than capable of modifying my own vessel."
He sat up between the two and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Before that, why do you think Biokinesis is capable of that?"
Truth was, he had never even thought about using it for such perversions before tonight. With the knowledge in his mind and his current mastery of Biokinesis, it was absolutely possible.
Felicia laughed and smacked his thigh playfully. "It's unfair I drink your tasty milk, but you don't get to have mine. I was planning to fix that tonight."
"Wait, really?"
"I'm a considerate woman." Her gaze drifted to Death's still-exposed, glistening breasts. She let out a long, yearning sigh. "I've always found this so fucking hot… Death, can I have a taste?"
Death shook her head firmly. "It's only for my companion… and my future child."
He brushed a hand down Death's back, letting her feel he hadn't forgotten that promise. She smiled affectionately, which melted the moment he leaned down and sucked another mouthful.
"Companion, you…" Death realized what he was doing the second she saw him holding the milk in his mouth. She let out a sigh and gently pushed his face toward her new bestie. If Death wouldn't let Felicia taste it, he'd be the middleman to give it to Felicia.
She was his lover, after all.
Felicia's feline eyes sparked up with excitement. She tilted her chin up, lips parted, waiting for him. He leaned in and fed her the warm milk straight from his mouth. Their tongues met in the middle as droplets ran down both their chins. Felicia drank it down greedily, moaning softly at the sweet taste of his cosmic entity lover. When it was gone, she cupped his face and licked deep into his mouth, chasing every last drop.
When she released him, a rope of saliva connected their mouths, his attention was only on her rising and falling breasts. The cat-themed, bodysuit-clad, smoking hot woman easily had one of the biggest racks he had ever seen.
She was stacked. Gifted. Endowed. Blessed with two bouncing beach balls attached to her chest capable of driving any healthy man crazy.
Just the thought of sucking her milk had his cock throbbing hard again.
Felicia caught the hunger in his stare. She wasn't blind. But she pretended not to notice, which made him a little sulky. Not that he didn't understand her perspective. The process might do something irreversible to her body. If he couldn't reverse it, her tits would be constantly full and leak at the worst possible times. A calamity if her mother found it. Black Cat lived for the thrill, not for walking around with hypersensitive nipples rubbing against fabric all day.
"Felicia," he said softly. "You aren't ready?"
The corner of her mouth curled into that triumphant, wicked smirk that made her so chaotically lovable. "I'll be your guinea pig for this… but you have to come back for another family dinner."
He nodded. The price was meager compared to his growing need. He would've gone to her family even without this. Her parents were quite the lovable and genuine folks.
Death tapped his shoulder. "We should get more comfortable."
He quickly scooted back and leaned against the headboard. Death settled beside him. Felicia crawled over him on all fours and rested her butt on his lap. His cock, which was still slick and wet from her mouth, was pressed against her soft bodysuit.
His hands immediately grabbed two handfuls of her perfect ass, squeezing greedily. "Shall we start?"
"I have another request before we experiment," Felicia breathed erotically in his ear, not even trying to keep her breasts from squishing against him. She rolled her hips, rubbing her covered pussy along his throbbing length. "Fuck me. Take my first."