Lady Isolde finished whisking the matcha to a perfect, frothy consistency and gently set the chasen beside the bowl.
With timeless elegance she lifted the wide bowl to her crimson lips and drank slowly. A thin, vibrant green stream escaped the corner of her mouth, gliding sensually down her chin before sliding over the lush swell of her exposed breast and coming to rest on her stiff, dark nipple, making the sensitive peak glisten wetly under the soft light.
I gulped hard, throat suddenly bone-dry.
She set the empty bowl down with refined grace, still holding a generous mouthful of warm matcha. Her silver-grey eyes sparkled with playful, seductive invitation as she beckoned me closer with one delicate finger.
With half-lidded eyes I leaned in.
"Oh, Grandmother…"
Our lips met in a slow, deep kiss. She wrapped her arms lovingly around my waist as I gently embraced her, my palms resting with soft reverence on her silk-covered curves. Then she parted her lips just enough to let the warm, frothy matcha flow directly from her mouth into mine like a forbidden offering.
I drank greedily at first—until she stroked the back of my head with tender affection, silently urging me to slow down and savor every drop. Obeying her, I drank more slowly, almost worshipfully. The rich matcha mixed with her sweet saliva tasted impossibly delicious—sweeter, warmer, and more intoxicating than anything I had ever experienced in either life.
"Hmm… yes, Grandmother… feed me just like this," I moaned softly against her lips.
My cock couldn't handle the overwhelming stimulation. It throbbed violently inside my luxurious robe, twitching hard and leaking thick, sticky strings of precum that soaked through the fine silk.
A few minutes later we slowly parted our lips. I drew in a shaky breath, chest rising and falling unevenly.
Lady Isolde smiled with tender affection and caressed my chest with slow, soothing strokes.
"There, there… breathe slowly, my sweet boy," she murmured. "Calm your heart for Grandmother."
I nodded, still dazed from the intoxicating kiss.
She gracefully crossed her legs and patted her thick thigh invitingly.
"Come, son. Rest your head in Grandmother's lap for a minute."
With half-lidded eyes I obeyed, leaning forward until my cheek rested on the warm, pillowy softness of her thighs. The silky fabric of her robe felt like heaven against my skin.
She gently pulled open the front of her dark kimono-style robe, fully exposing one heavy, bare breast. In a husky, velvet voice she whispered, "There… drink the remaining matcha, my son."
I nodded eagerly. My hand rose to cup the soft, massive globe—it felt impossibly heavy and plush, like warm velvet filled with cream, the skin so smooth and yielding that my fingers sank in with the slightest pressure. I opened my mouth and latched onto her dark, stiff nipple. It was firm yet wonderfully supple against my tongue, already slick and sweet with the last traces of matcha.
The moment I began to suck, a rich, creamy warmth flooded my mouth, mixing with the faint taste of her skin and the lingering green tea.
While I nursed hungrily, she reached down, slipped her elegant hand inside my robe, and pulled out my throbbing cock. It was already leaking thick strings of precum.
She began to stroke me gently—her warm, soft palm gliding up and down my entire length, slick and slippery with my own arousal. Every slow, loving stroke sent waves of pleasure shooting through me. Her fingers teased the sensitive head while her thumb circled the swollen tip, spreading the warm slickness until my cock pulsed and twitched helplessly in her grip.
The quiet room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of my greedy sucking and the soft, slick *schlick… schlick… schlick* of her hand working my cock.
While I continued sucking hungrily on her massive breast, I asked between soft, wet pulls, "Grandmother… why do you need the Astral Bloomwood so badly?"
Lady Isolde smiled down at me with indulgent affection.
"Oh, it's nothing special, my sweet boy. My friends are gathering this weekend for a private tea ceremony, and I simply want to show off a rare tea pet in front of them. I want to see their jealous little faces."
I nodded, still latched to her nipple, then deliberately sped up the rhythm of her stroking hand on my cock. The moment she matched me perfectly, a low, desperate moan tore from my throat.
"Grandmother… it feels so good… yes, that's the perfect rhythm… keep going…"
A few blissful minutes passed—the wet sounds of my greedy sucking mixed with the slick, rhythmic *schlick… schlick… schlick* of her hand pumping my throbbing cock.
The pleasure built and built until it became unbearable.
"Grandmother… ah, yes… I'm coming… just like that—"
The orgasm hit me like a thunderclap.
Every muscle in my body locked up as white-hot ecstasy exploded from the base of my spine. My balls tightened painfully, then released in violent, rhythmic pulses. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from my cock in heavy, endless waves—completely coating her elegant hand, splattering across my luxurious robe, and even shooting up onto my own chest. Each spurt felt like pure liquid fire shooting through my veins. My vision whited out completely as wave after wave of mind-melting pleasure crashed over me. My hips bucked helplessly into her grip, my toes curled so hard they cramped, and a broken groan ripped from my throat.
The orgasm was so intense it felt like my soul was being drained straight into her palm.
All I wanted was to close my eyes and drift away on the afterglow.
Lady Isolde gently eased me down onto the soft floor, cradling my head like a precious child. She rose gracefully, adjusted her kimono until every fold was perfect once more, and smiled tenderly.
"See you tomorrow, my boy."
I nodded, already half-asleep, body still twitching with residual pleasure.
As she walked toward the door, I heard it—the unmistakable wet slurping sound of her licking every last drop of my cum from her fingers, savoring it with quiet, satisfied little moans.
A lazy, utterly satisfied smile spread across my lips before I slipped into a quick, contented nap.