Eren pulled out and shifted to the side, his breath still heavy. He reached out, brushing his fingers gently across Velira's cheek. Then, absentmindedly, he slipped a finger into her mouth—it was warm, soft, and slick, almost too inviting. He quickly cast the thought aside, focusing instead on her condition.
She was unconscious. Deeply asleep—lost in the haze of spent pleasure.
A thin trail of saliva had begun to drip from the corner of her lips. He closed her mouth with care and wiped away the trail with a flick across her cheek, cleaning the mark with absent care.
Turning away, Eren gazed toward the lake. The rising sun shimmered on its still surface, casting a pale orange glow across the ripples. He stood, approaching the water, and began to clean himself.
There, reflected in the clear dawn light, he finally noticed—his right hand, It had taken a brutal blow. The pain had been numbed only by the effects of the vitality pill, but it still throbbed dully. Veins lay sunken, almost drained, and the muscle beneath looked shredded, as if the tendons had come loose.
He knelt, dipping the injured arm into the cold lake. Slowly, he rinsed the blood and filth away, gritting his teeth as the sting surged through his nerves.
Naked beneath the pale dawn, he cleaned the grime from his skin, methodical and silent. His pants lay drying nearby, draped over a flat stone warmed by the sun.
Moments later, a faint rustle came from behind.
Velira stirred.
Still caught in a haze, she winced slightly as she rubbed her eyelids and stretched with a long, sleepy yawn.
"What…" she mumbled through the breath, her voice low and groggy.
Then it hit her.
Memories came rushing back, and her eyes turned instinctively toward Eren—now reclining at a short distance, lying under the soft gold of the rising sun. His silhouette was relaxed, the tension from before seemingly washed away. The pants he'd worn were laid across the stone beside him.
She lowered her gaze, and a flush crept across her cheeks.
Her body still carried the traces of what had happened—her skin glistening with sweat and warmth, red patches marking her inner thighs.
Her legs felt weak beneath her.
She exhaled, slowly, her expression caught between fatigue and something unspoken.
At first, Velira hesitated—a faint shyness in her eyes—but it lasted only a moment. She rose to her feet, brushing off the dust clinging to her legs, and gave Eren a quick glance.
He said nothing, only met her gaze in silence.
Her eyes lingered a little longer than necessary—especially on the lower half of his exposed body. Then, without a word, she turned and made her way to the lake.
She slipped into the water with a quiet splash, submerging herself up to the shoulders, washing away the night's sweat and scent. The lake shimmered around her as she spoke from a distance, voice half-lost to the wind.
"Don't you ever get tired?"
Eren didn't answer. He simply watched her, the sunlight tracing lines across her wet silhouette, water slid over her skin as she rinsed herself.
A quiet passed between them, then she spoke again—softer, but clearer.
"Why were you here in the first place?"
Eren waited a beat before responding. His tone was casual, but edged with amusement.
"I came here for a hunt. But then I stumbled across a certain someone... in quite the tight spot. Thought I might as well lend a hand."
Velira let out a soft hmph as she bathed, running her hands along her body—taut with lean muscle, her frame slim, with curves only where it mattered, subtle and precise.
Eren, watching from the shore—his eyes lingered for a moment too long.
His shaft stirred again, rising unbidden. He sighed and pushed it down with his palm, trying to push the heat away.
Velira, still waist-deep in the lake, glanced back over her shoulder as she rinsed her hair.
Then, with a casual voice but laced with a teasing undertone.
"Why don't you come, clean yourself ?" she asked
"Mm? I already did," Eren replied, lazily.
"Oh?" Her tone curved with a playful edge. "Then what's that still oozing from your pack?"
Eren followed her gaze, then—glanced down.
A thin trail had indeed begun to slip from him. With an annoyed flick, he turned it away.
"Not your business." he muttered under his breath.
Velira's lips curled, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Wouldn't hurt to clean twice," she said, the words laced with something between suggestion and more. "Right?"
Eren held back a sigh, his thoughts briefly tangled before he grunted and rose to his feet.
"Tch... this damn vitality pill," he muttered, then called out to Velira with a resigned tone, "Alright, alright. You win."
He stepped forward—unhurried and deliberate.
Between his legs, his length, hung heavy, fully stretched and still pulsing with heat, each step causing it to dangle and another faint drip to fall. The side effect of his heightened vitality left little room for modesty.
Carefully, he entered the lake, favoring his injured right arm, letting the cool water wash over his legs as he came to stand beside Velira.
She was slowly cleaning her arms, graceful in her movements, her fingers gliding across her skin as water streamed down her body. Her breaths were calm—until she glanced to her side.
And then downward.
Her gaze lingered. Her pupils dilated.
A quiet tension rose between them as her heart skipped, then thudded faster, the rush of dopamine coursing through her veins like a second pulse beneath her skin.
She swallowed—Hard.
Velira's eyes lingered on him—specifically on the length hanging between his legs, still full and dripping from the vitality coursing through him.
Without a word, she stepped closer. Her breath warmed his chest as she neared, her presence slow and deliberate. Eren gasped softly when her bare chest brushed against him—her firm peaks pressing gently against his skin, sending a shiver up his spine.
She moved with caution—careful and controlled. Her fingers first touched his chest, gliding over the hard lines of muscle before giving one of his nipples a playful pinch.
Then, her hand slid lower.
Her palm traced the ridges of his abdomen—his body sculpted like something out of ancient marble, every contour sharply defined under the water's sheen. She paused at his waist, then slowly let her hand slip lower, wrapping around his base with a wet, deliberate grip.
Eren's breath caugh as he looked at her.
Velira's gaze was unwavering—fixed solely on his dangle, as though the rest of his body didn't exist. Her focus was singular, intense. Her breath grew heavier as droplets slid down her legs, mixing with the water around them.
Her fingers moved with slow precision, almost reverent—tracing along the base of him, as if mapping the path of each pulsing vein. She reached the thick center, the most formidable part of him, and wrapped her fingers around it.
Even then, her grip didn't cover it fully.
She began to stroke—gentle at first, slow and exploratory. But the next motion was firmer. She tightened her hold, pressing her fingers inward, drawing out a restrained grunt from Eren.
Velira looked up.
Eren's jaw had clenched, his expression taut with effort. He was holding something back. She saw it—and smiled.
This wasn't just about pleasure anymore.
No, this felt different. Like a game.
A challenge.
She wanted to see more—more of what was buried beneath Eren's composure. More of what his face could look like.
Her lips parted as she leaned in, tongue gliding across his chest—slow, wet, and unhurried. Each stroke of her hand matched the rhythm of her licks, deliberate and steady.
Saliva trailed down his torso, glistening under the morning light, dripping from where her mouth had moved. She didn't bother to close her lips. Her breath was hot against his skin, her tongue slick as it traced over the hard muscle of his chest.
Then she looked up—still licking him—her eyes locking onto his face with an intensity that burned.
Eren's throat tensed. Veins bulged along his neck as he clenched his jaw and shut his eyes tight, forcing back the pleasure that could surge through him. His body trembled slightly, as if straining to hold a dam against a rising flood.
Velira watched—almost fascinated.
She could feel it—her hands. He was holding back.
And that made her want to push further.
To see how long his control would last.
Her fingers drifted lower, slower now—exploratory. She reached the head, her fingertips grazing the glans with practiced precision. Then, with a sudden, firm grip around the sensitive tip, she squeezed.
That was all it took.
Eren's body convulsed, muscles tightening as he gasped—unable to hold back any longer. A thick burst of heat erupted from him, coating her hand in white. Velira instinctively pulled her hand upward, only for a fresh streak to land across her thighs, painting her already damp skin in warm, sticky lines.
His breath, heavy and ragged, brushed against her wet hair, the sound raw and human.
Velira lifted her hand slowly, watching the way the thick liquid clung to her fingers. She brought it closer, eyes half-lidded, curious. First, she inhaled—then parted her lips, letting her tongue flick lightly across her fingertips.
And the moment it touched her tongue—
A sudden wave rushed over her.
Heavy. Drowsy. Enveloping.
Her body slackened slightly, eyelids fluttering. The taste was deep, rich, strangely intoxicating—slick on the tongue, yet clinging in her mouth like some forbidden nectar. Something more than simple release lingered in it.
Something potent.
Velira ran her fingers along her thighs, gathering the white streaks with delicate swipes before licking them clean, slow and unbothered. Each motion was practiced, almost indulgent.
Then, she looked up at Eren.
Without a word, she moved forward, hands slipping behind his neck as she leaned in close—her voice low and teasing.
"Would that be all?" she whispered.
Eren didn't answer. His eyes remained closed, breath steady.
But something else answered for him.
Pressed against her thigh, nudging insistently with solid and proud determination—as if refusing to admit defeat.
Velira glanced down.
Her breath caught.
His little brother had risen again—just as hard, just as proud. Still wet from earlier, it stood defiantly between them—in full glory, harder than before.
Velira's eyes widened, a glint of excitement blooming in them—for a heartbeat, her pupils almost shaped into hearts.
"Well," she whispered, slowly lowering herself to her knees, "Insatiable, aren't we?" as she opened her mouth—wide.