Lucas looked at her indifferently until she frowned as he wasn't opening his mouth.
"Tch. Let's see if your eyes are more important than drinking what I'm feeding you? Or are you disgusted by what came from me?"
As she snarled at the end, she lit a fire on the index of her other hand and brought it slowly to his eyes.
He kept a defiant look, then all of sudden, he opened his mouth.
"Good toy."
Frose smiled in satisfaction and fed him bottle after bottle.
The taste was milky, but still different from any he knew. And the heat with an aftertaste of fire? He didn't have a better way to describe it.
He drank all the bottles the five Garsans had produced during the intercourses.
And he didn't know if the maids shared the taste of their master but they followed her in feeling excited at the situation, some more than the others.
Frose licked her lips and lamented:
