Exo Seeker: The Strongest Human Woke Up In The Future!

The sound of gagging echoed inside the basement. Saliva splattered to the ground, and a burst of juices stained the floor.

As Milan's mouth slid off the hot, massive rod, it made a lewd popping sound.

Her body trembled, still shuddering from the orgasm she reached while pleasuring Kael. With her eyes closed, she tried to calm herself, her breath shaky.

"You came," Kael smiled, his hands still gently gripping her head. "But I'm not done yet."

"But if you come now…" Milan glanced at Kael's towering rod and couldn't help but gulp. "Is this… how it ends?"

"What do you take me for? A one-round guy?" Kael raised a brow. "I'm the White Prime… when have I ever been finished in just one round?"

"It's just…" Milan hesitated. "My ex-husband…"

"Oh, you're used to a guy who shoots his load after a few pumps," Kael said, bringing his rod closer to her lips. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

The intoxicating scent overwhelmed her. Milan took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and took the rod deep inside once more.

She wasn't satisfied yet. Not even close. She wanted more of this—more of him.

"That's good…" Kael muttered in approval as Milan's head bobbed rhythmically. He could feel the back of her throat pressing against his tip, heightening the pleasure.

She wasn't the best—but she had the basics. Her teeth only brushed him occasionally, and her tongue swirled around the head with eager intent.

"Hmm…" Milan moaned, causing her to gag again. Still, she didn't let go of the heated shaft. One of her hands was still working her soaked flower.

The echo of her sucking filled the space, and Milan could feel herself building up again—ready to climax for the second time.

Looking up at Kael with hope and desperation in her eyes, she picked up the pace without breaking eye contact.

"I'm going to cum… take it all in," Kael growled, gripping her head in place as he began thrusting his hips.

"Ahh—!" Milan moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back as her body quivered from the overwhelming pleasure. And within moments, she climaxed again.

"Take this!" Kael grunted as he released his hot seed deep into her throat.

Juices spilled onto the floor as Milan tried her best to swallow all of it.

Her lips, barely halfway down Kael's thick rod, couldn't contain the flood. White liquid spilled out of her mouth, dripping onto the floor and sliding down the shaft.

As Kael finally pulled back, Milan gasped, panting heavily for air. Her face flushed bright red, her eyes glassy with tears threatening to fall.

"You made a puddle," Kael said, eyeing the pool of liquid beneath her.

Milan turned to look and couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment.

"It's… amazing."

"I know," Kael said smugly. "You should drink the rest."

Hearing that, Milan looked at Kael's rod—still smeared with the seed she hadn't managed to swallow. Swallowing hard, she leaned in, stuck out her tongue, and began licking the creamy white from his length as if she were licking an ice cream cone.

This… was the kind of 'deal' Kael always wanted.

Watching Milan clean him up brought a satisfied grin to his face.

"Good girl, Milan."

"Hmm," she hummed, nodding while licking her lips. "It tastes… delicious. It doesn't smell bad, and it's not salty… It's sweet and flavorful. But how?"

"It's a secret," Kael winked. "Let's just say I've put a lot of effort into achieving that."

So my strength is really gone, but my body's still the same, Kael thought, her comment confirming his earlier theories about his physical state.

As a womanizer who enjoyed spending every day f*cking a different woman, Kael didn't just want the best for himself—but for them, too. So, with help from the greatest Exo-Engineers in the universe, he had a slight modification made to his body. The result? His bodily fluids were made sweeter—more addictive in both flavor and scent.

It was no wonder so many women couldn't get enough of his body.

Thankfully, the only thing he'd lost was his strength—though it left him noticeably leaner. Still, he was satisfied. The sweetness he produced was still inside him, and that's what mattered.

Milan pouted—and seeing her adorable expression, Kael couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're beautiful, Milan," Kael said, helping her to her feet.

"R-really?" Milan looked away, her face blushing deeply. "But I'm already a mother…"

"So?" Kael tilted his head, cupping her two soft mounds. "You're beautiful—and so are these. Don't be so hard on yourself. Who knows… maybe someday you'll find someone who loves single mothers."

"That's you, right?" Milan asked, her eyes burning with the truth.

"Maybe… maybe not," Kael smirked as he placed her back on the table.

This time, he positioned her on the circular surface, legs spread in the air.

"No…" Milan tried to cover her soaked underwear, but Kael gently pushed her hands away.

"Tell me," he said, his rod hovering above her dripping flower. "Do you like it gentle… or rough?"

"That… you choose," Milan said, turning her gaze aside.

"Alright then. I hope you're prepared," Kael leaned down and whispered into her ear.

Milan stiffened at his words, her body aching for the answer she'd been missing ever since leaving her ex-husband. Slowly… she nodded.

Kael slid her panties to the side, revealing the soaked flower she'd been hiding.

It was a beautiful bud—young and pink. Juices glistened across it, trailing from within to the edges. Some were even beginning to drip down. Milan's figure could rival a model's, and her flower suited her perfectly—like the cherry on top, the icing on the cake, the gateway to the divine.

Licking his lips, Kael positioned his rod at her entrance. The moment the tip touched her folds, Milan's body visibly shivered.

Just a touch—and a wave of pleasure surged through her.

But just as she expected to be penetrated—to finally feel what it was like to be joined with another man—the rod shifted position.

Instead of entering her, Kael laid his entire length against her flower.

"W-what are you—?" Milan turned her head to look—and the moment she saw what he was doing, realization struck.

"Let's make it even wetter," Kael smirked, grinding his hot rod against her slick folds.

He wasn't going to enter her. Not yet. He wanted her fully prepared.

His rod teased her bud, and Milan moaned, unable to hold it in. As he continued to grind, her cave let out a burst of juices.

Hmm. So this is her weakness, the White Prime thought, watching how her body reacted each time his tip danced with her sensitive bud. Using his hand, he applied more pressure, increasing the speed of his grinding.

The sudden change in pace startled Milan. Her eyes widened—then rolled back. Her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure, a moan echoing throughout the room.

Kael ground against her until her entire body shook from the waves of sensation. He glanced down—another splash of juices poured out.

"It's time, Milan. I'll take you to another world!"

And with that, Kael didn't wait for her to recover. He shifted his rod's position—this time, pointing it directly at her entrance.

"W-wait! Let me finish fi—" Milan couldn't finish her words. The next moment, the thing she'd always craved finally entered her. She was already in the middle of an orgasm, and the instant Kael's rod plunged inside, it only intensified the pleasure, sending her body into overdrive.

"Ahhh!" Milan's moan nearly sounded like a scream.

"Shh. You'll wake your father," Kael raised a finger to his lips as he began to thrust his hips.

"Hmm," Milan nodded, trying her best to suppress her moans. But she failed—miserably. The thrusting was too intense, too deep, pushing her to continuous orgasm. "Ah… ah… aghh..!!"

Kael glanced down at their connection—his rod disappearing into her soaked cave and emerging slick with her fluids. With every thrust, the wetness splashed out like waves crashing on rocks.

He could feel her insides wrapping around him, like a thousand hands coiling tightly on his staff. It was hot, slippery, and impossibly snug—as if she had never given birth at all.

He didn't stop. He kept going, pistoning into her while exploring every inch inside. His rod continued to slam into the back of her cave, soft and wet, with every hit drawing out more moans from her mouth—a beautiful symphony that made Kael smile and speed up even more.

"Ah! Yes! Faster!" Milan cried out, grabbing Kael's hips and locking her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Ah! Ah… I like this! I… f*ck me!"

The sound of their bodies clashing echoed through the basement—loud, wet, and rhythmic. Neither of them cared if the old man upstairs heard. As Kael plowed into her, Milan's breasts bounced and her lower half rippled from the force.

"You like it, huh?" Kael asked with a grin. Not a single drop of sweat was on his face—he moved with the ease of someone with endless stamina.

"Y-yes…" Milan answered, biting her lips to hold back her moans—but she failed again and again.

"Good, because I'm just getting started," Kael said, voice low and dangerous.

"Ha?" Milan blinked at him in surprise. Before she could say another word, she felt it—an intense, overwhelming wave of pleasure bursting from her flower. "AH!!"

It hit her so hard that she climaxed instantly, releasing a gush of her juices.

"Let's play rough," Kael smirked as he began thrusting with even more power.