Eren lay beside Mira—his heart pounding wildly as he stared at her back.
His arousal pulsed, a silent weight between them, pressing against his thoughts.
Do I really want to pick up where we left off yesterday?The question echoed. But temptation, sly and persistent, whispered back.
His gaze simmered with heat."Just this once," he muttered to himself.
He inched closer, his breath brushing softly against her nape. His hand reached out—first resting gently on her back, waiting... watching for any stir. Then it slid to her neck.Lower.
His fingers grazed the curve of her breast—warm, rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, like a sleeping dragon'.
He cupped it gently. Her softness pressed into his palm, supple and warm beneath the fabric. He held it there for a moment, as if memorizing the feeling.Then, unable to resist, he pressed.Once.Twice.Each time, her breast yielded, then rose again, smooth and resilient.
His breathing deepened as he began to move his palm in slow circles, feeling her through the thin cloth.When his fingers brushed across her nipples—stiffened peaks rising like dragon horns—he jolted, barely containing himself.
He steadied his breath and continued, gliding his open palm across her perked up chest with slow, deliberate care. Mira let out a muffled breath.
He didn't stop to notice.
Mira's dream shattered as her eyes opened, drawn back into the world by a sharp, undeniable sensation—Eren's fingers on her breast, pinching her hardened peaks through the thin gown.
She didn't cry out. She couldn't. Her breath hitched and escaped in a muffled moan as his fingers tugged on her nipples, pulling them taut, stretching them between pleasure and pain.
Eren didn't notice her wake. His breath was ragged, shallow, consumed entirely by the throb in his length and the need in his hands as he played with her breasts.
One hand wasn't enough. His restraint cracked.
Driven by lust, he reached around her body to find the other side—but Mira, without a word, shifted slightly, just enough to grant him access. Unaware of her subtle consent, Eren hesitated for a breath. A flicker of suspicion crossed his mind.
Is she awake? But the haze of desire crushed the thought before it could grow.
His hand slid smoothly beneath her side, fingertips quickly locating her other nipple. With deliberate force, he pinched and pulled at it, stretching the delicate flesh until it resisted his grip. Mira trembled quietly. Her thighs clenched. Her hole pulsed. Heat spilled between her legs, soaking through the fabric until her gown stuck damply to her skin. She exhaled, sharp and muffled, but it was far too late for restraint.
Driven by urgency, Eren wrapped his arm around her chest and pulled her flush against him, cupping her back firmly. His other hand gripped her pelvis, and in a single powerful movement, he slammed her hips backward against his throbbing length.
Mira's hand flew to her mouth, catching the gasp that broke from her lips as her body trembled. Her mind shattered into shards of heat and pressure, her senses lost beneath him.
But Eren was past reason.
He kept kneading her breasts, squeezing, pulling, grinding himself against her from behind, chasing the friction of her hips.
And Mira… she gave in, gasping quietly into her palm, body arching uncontrollably from the overwhelming pleasure.
Finally, with a desperate surge of strength, Eren looped both arms around her and lifted Mira's entire body onto his own, her back pressed tightly to his chest. Her eyes opened again, gazing up at the moonlit sky above, cold and pale.
And then lower—where his hands moved with wild rhythm, tugging at her breasts from both sides. Her nipples, stiff and swollen, spilled between his fingers as her breath broke into heat and her thoughts dissolved into the night.
Her gown, in all this wild movement, had already ridden up to her waist, revealing the wild tangle of hair between her thighs and the slick trail of aroused liquid dripping down her legs—smearing onto Eren's pants, which clung to him with nothing worn beneath. His shaft lay trapped between her soft but tight hips and the mounting pressure of her body.
Eren pulled her close, using her weight to rock himself up and down, grinding slowly as he lost himself in the heat. His hand, restless and hungry, left her chest and roamed again—dragging down her belly until they met her soaked hole. She was dripping, wetness glistening against his fingertips.
Somewhere deep in his mind, Eren knew Mira had to be awake. But his corrupted thoughts had long overrun his better judgment. He slid his fingers inside her slick entrance without hesitation.
Mira's hands, once stiff, now dangled limply at her sides. Her mouth fell open, unable to stay silent any longer.
She moaned—hard.
The sound snapped through Eren's haze, but it didn't stop him. His breath hitched, his body trembling as he continued to use her hips, rubbing against her and fingering her with a wild, growing rhythm.
He came moments later, body tensing as come spread through the inside of his pants--as he lifted her body with both arms and thrust her up, letting her fall back into his lap and her wild and overbulged hips, crushing onto his throbbing shaft. One hand pulled fiercely at her clit while the other reached up, pinching both of her nipples at once.
They came together—shuddering, gasping—as moonlight spilled across the bed through the cracked window.
"Haa..." Eren exhaled deeply, chest rising and falling as clarity slowly returned to his mind. The haze lifted just enough for him to notice Mira—her tongue fully out, panting in low, shaky breaths. The futon beneath them was damp with both their fluids, a spreading, sticky warmth where their bodies met.
Mira's hips, still exposed, bore faint traces of his release—what little had escaped through his pants. He shifted instinctively, trying to move her aside, but Mira didn't budge.
Instead, she turned toward him, straddling his waist with a shadowed expression. Her breath was heavy, her gaze unreadable.
"Umm… Aunt Mira, I…" he began, but before the words could form, she leaned forward, grabbed his head, and pressed her lips to his—her tongue sliding forcefully past his.
Eren's eyes widened as her kiss deepened. He couldn't breathe—his mouth filled, his breath stolen.
He gently pushed her back, breaking the kiss and laying his head against the futon once more. "Aunt Mira… I…" His voice trailed. He didn't understand what was happening—what she wanted.
Mira, breathless, placed a single finger to his lips.
"Eren," she whispered, her voice barely steady, "I don't know how this is supposed to work…"
Her fingers hooked under his waistband, pulling it down until his shaft sprang free—firm, exposed, and glistening under the dim light. Saliva gathered at the corner of Mira's lips as she slowly aligned herself, her entrance hovering over him.
"...But I know this much."
And with that, she sank—slamming down onto him, her warm walls enveloping him entirely as her thighs locked tight around his hips. She began to move, hips rolling in a wild, ravaging rhythm that stole the air from his lungs and left his body taut with sensation.
Eren gasped, a muffled protest in his throat, trying to speak—trying to find words—but none came.