❤ Let's keep it clinical

{if Liens Milked = 1}You'd already had your fun with Liens a moment ago, talking her into taking out her tits for a mostly unnecessary milk-pumping procedure. The evidence was still there in her bared, erect nipples. The least you could do now would be to submit to what she asked of you without making a fuss.{else}Knowing Liens as you now did, it was easy to imagine she'd want to get this done without any funny business. Well, any more funny business than the use of such a machine already implied. You discarded any goofy ideas and took your penis in one hand, the head of the pump in the other.{endif}

It wasn't particularly difficult to fit the rubber cup onto the end of your penis, but it wasn't a particularly arousing feeling either. The smooth, cool surface tickled a bit, nearly causing you to shudder, and the fit was intentionally tight-- it was like putting on a flexible but particularly heavy duty condom. Once the device was affixed to your tip, Liens took the box in both hands, holding it at about belly height a short distance away from you.

Despite your attempts to keep things professional, this did mean that the two of you ended up pretty close together, eyes locked. Or at least, they would be locked, if Liens didn't habitually avert her eyes from other people's. Still, other than that, she looked pretty at ease... well, as at ease as she ever looked, with her face stuck in a perpetual frown.

The machine begin to whir. You felt your penis being tugged in her direction. If you kept your eyes on level with hers, you could actually imagine it was her hand doing the jerking, which made the experience feel intimate, even if only in your own head.

You tried to keep your face even and respect Liens' desire for no funny business, but it wasn't easy, as the machine began to increase its suction. Either out of a sense of gratitude or a need to keep you occupied so you didn't consider pulling the cup off, Liens slowly began to speak. "I am grateful. You doing this. Must be weird. A short time ago. You were living a normal life. Now. Because of your genetics. Your virility. You're a squire," she remarked quietly. "That's how I am, anyway. Not genetics. The mark. Didn't choose to be a saintess. But there's no turning down the task. Even if I'm not religious myself. You can imagine. There are those in the church who would be... forceful. Unreasonable. If anyone marked were to decline."

She sighed, pressing the box to the spot where her saintess mark rested lay hidden beneath her apron, right around her womb. "Plus. I was given powers. By someone. Something. I guess I might as well use them. Anyway. Got off topic. I just wanted to say. Thanks. I appreciate it. Your compliance."

You weren't so **** for approval that you were about to cum from a few nice words-- but that said, you were getting to your erupting point quickly. It was no surprise to feel the efficiency of angel-work technology made for the express purpose of extracting semen would make quick work of the task. This wasn't exactly sex, so you had strong incentive to get it over with. The dick pump wasn't a saintess you needed to romance and satisfy.

With that confusing thought on your mind, you clenched both hands down on Liens' workbench, letting your cum shoot through the suction head, where it would vacuum through the tube and end in the box's receptacle. This continued for a bit longer than you'd like until finally you slapped one hand up and down on the desk, trying to signal that you give. It wasn't exactly painful, but there was an inherent discomfort in being **** to ejaculate more than you actually wanted to.

"Oh. Sorry. Off."

Liens mercifully powered down the machine, looking not exactly guilty, but maybe a little frustrated with herself for failing to notice that she'd left it on. As she busily extracted the jar-like container from inside the metal frame, she continued to chat while averting her eyes.

"You know. I get it. I'm always thinking that it sucks. That I have to do things. Like. You know. That stuff. For a squire. That I didn't even pick. But I know you're the same way. I'm just making your job harder for you."

She paused, adjusting her goggles with one hand while holding the jar gingerly between two fingers of her other.

"So. The next time you come to visit. Let's do what you want to do. I want to. Clean slate. Don't want to feel indebted. You know what I mean."

You watched Liens' heavy frame as she shuffled over towards one of her strange inventions, a bit like a safe but with a consistently cold aura about it, and placed the sample inside. It seemed that she intended to pay your favor back in the future-- and, if you weren't mistaken, she'd warmed up to you quite a bit, respecting you as you respected her wishes in kind. Maybe next time you'd get to enjoy some intimacy without a machine in the way?