Velira hovered above his shaft, one finger pressed to her teeth, while Eren lay beneath her—heaving, unaware.
Dawn peeked through the cracks of the mountains, sunlight catching the bare curves of Velira's body. She straddled him halfway, her thick thighs holding her in a tense mid-sit. Her full, ample breasts hung heavily, swaying slightly with each breath, while her slick arousal dripped onto Eren's shaft—coating it in a glistening sheen.
Eren's chest rose and fell, breath shallow and restless, as Velira lingered in hesitation.
And then, as if coming to a silent agreement with herself—she dropped.
A wet, powerful slap echoed as she took him in.
Eren jerked violently beneath her, the air punched from his lungs in a harsh gasp.
Velira sat slumped in a daze, tongue lolling as a thin string of saliva slipped from her lips, trailing down her chin to her neck. Her hands rested on Eren's thighs as she leaned back between his legs.
Then, as Eren looked down—
His shaft was nestled between her parted lips, her chest rising and falling, facing him—exposed and flushed. Her head lolled slightly, eyes half-lidded as his gaze lingered on the curves so openly offered to him, her mouth wrapped around his shaft in a lazy seal, warm and wet. Her hair cascading over his legs like a curtain of silk.
But then—his gaze drifted lower.
Where Velira sat, there was red. A slow, glistening drip of crimson falling from between her thighs.
At first, Eren thought it was a wound. The sight startled him, and he nearly spoke—
But then realization struck. His breath caught.
"Is this… your first time?!" he blurted, astonished. The fierce, bold Velira—now trembling, vulnerable.
Velira didn't speak. Her fingers, shaky and unsure, rose to her lips and signed a quiet shh. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks—pain? or, pleasure? Eren couldn't tell.
"Will you be alright?" he asked softly.
No response—only silence, and the way she held her position, unmoving. Refusing to part from him.
He shifted, trying to ease her to the side despite the sharp ache burning along his back—but she wouldn't move. She clung to him, unwilling to let go.
As he understood.
Reaching into the pocket at his side, Eren drew out the vital pill he'd carried since before dawn. He stared at it for a moment, hesitating. Then, shoving his hesitation and conscience aside, he tossed it into his mouth.
Heat bloomed instantly through his veins—blood surging, muscles tightening, vitality coursing through every bone and tendon like fire.
A newfound power surged through him, smothering the pain in his back—only to be replaced by something far more primal.
Need.
Eren didn't hesitate.
He sat up, Velira still straddling his pelvis. With his one good hand gripping her hips, he lifted her—then slammed her down.
A strangled scream burst from Velira's throat as saliva sprayed from her parted lips, splattering across Eren's face.
But he didn't stop.
He lifted her again—slammed her again. Each motion was savage, rhythmic, almost barbaric. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the lake—breaking its silence with every wet slap.
Velira's voice failed her. Her cries devolved into gasps, her mouth open but speechless, her body shuddering under the relentless tempo.
But for Eren—it still wasn't enough.
He pushed her down beneath him, grabbed her trembling legs, and threw it over his shoulder. Settling into position, he thrust deep—straight into her core into a merciless plunge.
The tip of his shaft struck something deep inside—her sweet spot—and each time he hit it, she responded with a gush of slick, uncontrollable release—soaking them both.
Her eyes rolled back, lips parted in silent ecstasy. Her arms no longer clung to him—nor even the ground. She had let go completely, her body trembling beneath each thrust. Her only anchor to the world now, was the pulse of his movements pounding into her again and again.
Then, with a rough pull, he dragged her closer, lifting her back against him.
And standing there—legs firm, chest heaving—he drove into her like a piston, his hips slamming down in a brutal jackhammer.
She lost all senses to the relentless thrusts—her head gently rolling across the floor with each impact, her body jolting in rhythm. Eren didn't even seem to notice her fading state anymore. His focus sharpened, primal, as his palm reached between her thighs and seized her clit without mercy.
By the time some measure of control returned to his body, Velira had already passed out. A slick line of saliva trailed from the corner of her lips, dripping steadily to the earth below.
His shaft remained buried inside her, thick and pulsing. Red marks bloomed across the inside of her thighs.
From her slick, stretched hole, warm wetness oozed freely, glistening—inviting. As if her body still begged for more, even in unconsciousness.
Eren's hand still lay over her clit, fingers splayed, rough and tight. Then slowly, with a final squeeze, he released his hold.