Velira knelt down and opened her mouth wide. Slowly lowering her head, she took Eren's shaft between her lips, inch by inch, until she reached halfway. Eren stood still, eyes shut, gasping for breath.
She slid her hands around his hips, gripping him firmly as she suddenly, pushed him deeper. His length pressed into her throat, visibly bulging as her lips met his base.
A sudden gag forced her to pull back. She gasped, catching her breath, her lips and chin slick with fluid. Glancing up at Eren, she saw him—watching—his breathing now rough and ragged.
Eren heaved, eyes locked on Velira.
"This still isn't over," she said with a mischievous grin.
She reached for his shaft—slick with fluid and saliva—and before it could slip from her hand, she wrapped her lips around it and took it all in, burying it deep in her throat without flinching.
This time, she didn't gag. Her gaze never left his as she began to stroke him—her throat wrapped tightly around his length.
The wet sounds echoed softly upon the lake, each thrust sending shivers up Eren's spine. He fought to stay upright, resisting the haze clouding his mind, resisting the urge to lose himself.
He stood there, trembling, jaw clenched, lips bitten as he struggled to suppress both his emotions—and something else.
Velira noticed.
Her eyes gleamed with a wicked glint as her movements quickened, head bobbing with purpose, each stroke painting him in ecstasy.
Eren's hips tensed, every muscle straining to hold back the release surging through him. Just as he teetered on the edge of losing control, Velira pulled back in one swift, deliberate motion—letting his shaft slip free from her mouth.
Breath ragged, Eren watched as she turned away from him and bent forward, her back arching with ease.
Then, with slow intent, she reached a hand beneath her waist. One finger lifted—nail gleaming faintly—as it pointed toward her exposed entrance.
An unspoken invitation.
"Here," her body seemed to say, wordlessly daring him.
Having been denied release at the last moment, Eren couldn't hold back. He slipped a finger inside Velira, gently coaxing her closer. She responded immediately, shifting toward him with a soft breath.
Gripping his shaft, he guided it in. A wave of ecstasy surged through him as her warmth wrapped around him, tight and slick. Velira began to move—slowly at first—though she couldn't take all of him in. Still, the part she could manage made her tremble with pleasure.
But Eren wasn't content with just halfway.
He reached forward, hand clasping her jaw from above, and pressed down—pulling her body flush against him. His length sank deeper into her slick depths—the sudden depth sent a jolt through her—sharp and overwhelming. Her body clenched, and a cry escaped as she came—hard, unable to stop the flood that followed.
Her legs quivering beneath her.
But Eren wasn't done.
One thrust just wasn't enough. With a growl, he lunged forward, pressing his body over hers."I wasn't able to finish last time," he grunted, voice rough with desire.
He began to thrust—harder, deeper—each movement slamming into her with more force than the last. His pace was relentless, each stroke driven by a primal hunger.
"But this time..." he heaved, his breath ragged, "I'll make sure to pour everything inside you—even if you pass out."
His grip on her jaw tightened as he pulled her face back. Saliva dripped from her parted lips, trailing down to ripple in the lake below.
Velira gasped through the intensity, her voice broken but laced with teasing defiance."Then do it... if you can."
Her lips slowly closed around his fingers—and then, with a soft, deliberate motion, she bit down. Gently. Her teeth pressed into his skin in rhythm with each thrust, a wicked smile hidden behind every gasp.