The air was thick with tension—soft, scented, warm like honey.
Renji's breath slowed as Nayya leaned over him, her curves brushing against his chest, her golden eyes heavy with something more than affection.
She traced a finger down his bare arm, voice barely above a whisper.
"Zach asked me to… help you," she said, a playful glint flickering in her gaze. "Said you needed more than healing. Said you needed guidance."
Renji swallowed hard, caught between exhaustion and rising heat. "Guidance… in what exactly?"
She leaned closer, brushing her lips against his earlobe. "In how to receive."
A shiver rolled through him.
Her hand slid beneath the sheets, tracing the ridges of his stomach, stopping just before the stiffness pressing beneath the fabric. She didn't touch it. Not yet.
"I don't want to scare you," she whispered, lips barely grazing his. "But I am going to break you in."
Renji's lips met hers—tentative at first, nervous—but Nayya melted into him like she'd been waiting. The kiss deepened, her tongue exploring, teasing, tasting him with hungry precision. He tried to take control, but she gently pressed him back down, straddling his waist now.
Her soft breasts hovered inches from his lips, full and heavy, nipples already hard beneath the sheer lace. She guided his hand to her chest.
"Don't be afraid," she said, voice low, eyes glowing. "This milk… it's not just nourishment. It's legacy. It's power."
She pulled the shawl down, baring her breasts, the pink tips dripping faintly already.
Renji's mouth met one of them. Warmth filled his tongue—thick, sweet, addicting. He groaned.
Nayya gasped, arching against him. "Yes… just like that…"
The milk poured as he drank—greedier now. His hands gripped her hips, her moans guiding his rhythm. The more he drank, the more his body pulsed with power, heat, and arousal.
Her thighs clenched around him.
His cock throbbed against her.
And she only smiled—
"Now the real lesson begins…"
Nayya's body hovered above him like a living blessing, her bare form silhouetted by the soft glow of divine lanterns lining the chamber. Her skin shimmered with a silken sheen, the curves of her hips flexing gently as she straddled Renji, guiding his pulsing manhood between her thighs.
He trembled beneath her, every breath drawn through clenched teeth.
She leaned down, her breasts swaying like sacred offerings, their heavy weight brushing his chest—nipples leaking milk in slow, lazy drips. The scent was maddening: warm, sweet, ancient. Divine. It soaked the sheets beneath them, the silks darkening as the milk pooled.
"This is what Zach asked of me," she whispered against his lips, voice like melted gold. "To give you more than just strength. To unlock what you've forgotten inside…"
Then she lowered herself.
Renji gasped as her warmth enveloped him—tight, slow, and heavenly. Her insides gripped him like a velvet vice, wet and perfect. She didn't move at first. She just sat there—deep, connected—letting him feel every inch of her.
Milk dripped from her breasts in long, sensual trails, painting his stomach, soaking the bed, steaming where it hit his flushed skin. She moved slowly—like a queen conducting a ritual. Her hips rolled in sacred rhythm, her moans soft and deep, echoing off the stone walls like the chorus of a forgotten goddess.
Renji reached up, cupping one breast, guiding her nipple to his lips again. She gasped as he drank, the milk gushing freely, his mouth greedy with need. Her back arched in ecstasy, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Yes…" she moaned. "Take it… take everything."
Their bodies moved together, a symphony of wet sounds, soft gasps, and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin. The bed was a mess—drenched in milk and sweat and desire. Nayya's thighs glistened, her body glowing from within as if channeling the divine through every thrust, every moan.
Renji's vision blurred as pleasure overtook him, his fingers gripping her hips tightly as she rode him harder now, her milk spraying with every bounce, turning the sheets into a dripping altar.
"More…" she whispered, voice cracking. "More…"
And Renji gave it—everything.
When the climax hit, it wasn't just release.
It was rebirth.
White light exploded behind his eyes. Her scream echoed like thunder, and for a brief moment, the pendant at his neck flashed—responding to the union, to the divine flow shared between them.
They collapsed together, soaked and shaking.
She lay on his chest, still leaking faintly, their bodies a tangled mess of heat and sacred ruin. The bed soaked, the air thick with steam and satisfaction.
Nayya whispered against his chest, half-asleep.
"You were meant for more than war… You were made for this."
The bed was a soaked altar, the scent of milk, sweat, and divine release lingering in the air like incense. Renji lay sprawled against the ruined sheets, chest rising and falling slowly, his body still humming from the intense climax they had just shared.
Nayya hadn't moved for a while—resting her head on his chest, drawing lazy circles with her fingers over his skin.
But then… she stirred.
A knowing smile curved her lips.
"I'm not quite done," she whispered, sliding down the length of his body, her breasts swaying, still faintly dripping sweet trails across his abs. "You gave me what I asked… now let me give you what you deserve."
Renji barely managed a breath as her lips brushed against his stomach, her hands already wrapping around his length—still twitching, still firm despite everything.
She glanced up with a teasing grin. "Still this hard… You really are something, heir of shadows."
Then she took him in.
Slowly. Reverently.
Her tongue moved with trained grace, wrapping around him like worship. Each bob of her head, each swirl of her tongue, was divine devotion. Her breasts pressed against his thighs as she worked, letting trails of milk spill from her chest and run down to mix with the mess between them.
It was maddening. A holy act disguised in sin.
Renji's fingers tangled in her hair as he gasped. Every time she swallowed, her throat flexed around him, her moans vibrating straight through his core. The milk running from her body only made it messier—hot, dripping, sticky—like a holy blessing staining him in white and want.
She didn't stop until his hands clenched and his body shuddered.
With one final groan, he spilled into her mouth—and she drank every drop like sacred nectar.
When she finally pulled away, lips glistening, she crawled back beside him, licking the corners of her mouth.
"There," she purred. "Now you're truly reborn."
She curled up next to him, her fingers still drawing lazy patterns over his chest, their bodies soaked and tangled in a mess of silk and milk and power.
Darkness crept into the edges of Renji's vision as exhaustion claimed him once again.
But this time… he smiled.