Mira's knuckles turned white as she tore at the sheets, her tears streaking down her cheeks. Eren groaned above her, his body working furiously.
"Aaagh—Eren, I—" Her cry was cut short as he thrust harder, driving the breath from her lungs.
"I'm… I'm too—" he groaned, voice raw with strain.
Hours had already slipped by since they had begun. Eren's long-simmering frustration was breaking down against the relentless pressure of release rising from deep inside him. Mira's sobs broke into louder cries as his thrusts grew rougher, his body slamming harder each time, the sharp rhythm of their bodies clapping echoing louder the closer he came.
Schrrk—The bed sheet tore wider under Mira's fists, her fingers clawing in desperation.
Eren grunted, yanking roughly at her breasts, his breath ragged."I—I'm already there, Mira," he groaned, voice strained.
"Aaagh!" Mira gasped, her voice cracking. "Inside—"She couldn't finish, but Eren didn't need her to. Her body told him everything—need, surrender, urgency.
"Inside, Eren—do it inside!" she cried, voice shaking with desire and demand.
"Ugh—"Eren clenched his jaw, struggling to hold on. As long as I could…First time…The thoughts barely held shape in his mind. His body moved on instinct—thrusting harder, faster, each movement a release of years' worth of frustration and hunger.
Mira's voice rose with every slap of their bodies—her cries sharpening, louder, breathless—matching the growing ferocity of his thrusts.
By now, her pussy had been hammered so thoroughly, it molded to his cock before he even fully entered. She could feel every motion—every stretch—enough to sense it, even control it to some degree.
"Inside—" she groaned, barely able to hold herself together.
"I will—" Eren grunted, each thrust coming faster, harder.
Mira felt it building inside her—the swelling pressure of his nearing release, mirrored by the unbearable ache inside her own body. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge of blackout, her vision swimming. She was about to pass out…
But she made her decision.
After all these years of restraint… of pretending not to notice what she felt of him… this first time—pressuring her own step-nephew—it would have to be fine.
Just this once.
The dam inside her was breaking, trembling under the weight of pleasure and the guilt she'd long buried. Her legs trembled. Her arms had long given out. Her senses blurred, her mind fighting to stay awake—for one reason.
She wanted to feel it.
The moment. The heat. The first-ever spurt of a man releasing deep inside her.
She wanted that memory. That feeling. That proof.
"All right," she whispered.
Eren drove into her harder this time—his movements frantic, wild—when, mid-thrust, before he could pull back for another stroke—
"I can't anymore, Eren!" Mira cried out. Her fists released the shredded sheets, arms instead wrapping tight around his back, locking him against her.
Caught off guard, Eren groaned. He tried to push himself up, but her grip only tightened. Her hips rose sharply, pressing into him, and before his body could register another slide into her soaked heat—he buckled.
"W-Wai—" he tried to speak, but his voice died mid-word as the first hot spurt erupted from him.
His body convulsed, jerking with uncontrollable spasms, his cock twitching as wave after wave emptied into her. Mira trembled beneath him, arms pulling harder on his back, her waist arched high—until at last her strength gave out.
Her hands slipped. Her body collapsed back, hitting the futon with a soft thud, chest heaving, her legs twitching as his last spurts filled her.
Eren's cock remained buried deep inside her as Mira's body convulsed beneath him—jerking, trembling, shuddering from her core to the tips of her limbs.
A wave rolled through her—violent, unstoppable—as her pussy clenched down hard, wrapping around his cock with every last ripple of her orgasm.
She buckled.
Mira's eyes stared upward—glassy, unfocused, lost in the blur of release. Her mouth hung open, slack, but sound still escaped—soft, broken groans that barely resembled words.
Her entire body quivered beneath him, trembling uncontrollably. Each breath shook in her chest, her thighs twitching as the last spasms of pleasure wracked her frame.
Tears streaked down Mira's cheeks as her lips parted, shaping broken words."That was—"
But the sentence never formed.
The endless stimulation—the hours of unrelenting thrusts, the sudden flood of heat filling her womb—hit her all at once. Her body, overwhelmed, betrayed her. Her mind blanked. The sensation of Eren's seed spilling deep inside her, soaking the place she had kept untouched for decades, was too much to hold onto.
Thirty long years of pent-up frustration, of a life starved of touch, unraveled in a single, sudden moment.
Mira's eyes rolled back. Her breath shuddered once, then slipped into silence as she collapsed into unconsciousness—hard and fast, body limp beneath him.
Above her, Eren braced himself with trembling arms, his blurred vision barely focusing on her slackened face. His cock, still buried deep inside, twitched with the final pulses of his release.
He gasped."Interesting…"The word slipped out—breathless—his first spoken thought after losing his virginity… in both his lives.
Mira lay unconscious beneath him, her body still twitching faintly in the afterglow. Her breasts—soft and heavy—rested against her sides, the sweat-slick curves rising and falling with each slow breath. Her nipples, still stiff from the hours of stimulation, began to soften—just slightly.
Eren groaned as he slid his hands along her sides, fingers curving up to cup her breasts from below. Silky… full…
He lifted one—then the other—gently pinching a nipple between his fingers, bringing it up to his mouth.
"Only seen these in Blu-ray discs…" he murmured.
And then he bit—just enough to tug. Firm. Greedy. His teeth clamped down on the swollen tip, his tongue flicking once before pulling back again.
Mira's body jerked in response, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily—even in her unconscious state. The sudden squeeze around his softening cock made him groan again.
Eren shifted his hips back, and with one slick motion, his length slipped free from the trembling hold of her folds—pulling out with a wet, delicate sound that made him shiver.
Eren let her nipple slip from his mouth with a soft pop, his eyes drifting up to her face. Her eyelids fluttered—just faintly—tiny twitches betraying that the sensations hadn't fully left her, even in unconsciousness.
His breath hitched.She could still feel it.
Leaning down, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to her neck—soft at first. Then, his teeth grazed, bit, leaving a faint mark in her warm skin.
A low groan escaped his throat.
His cock—already stirred by the lingering heat between them—began to stiffen again, pulsing back to life as it pressed firmly against Mira's soft waist.
Eren's dick drifted lower. Through the damp curls of her wild bush, his tip rub near her clit—lightly brushing over the bush above her sensitive mound.
Still warm, trembling.
He exhaled deeply, "Maybe…" he murmured, voice thick with hunger and hesitation.
She remained unconscious—limp beneath him.
He pulled himself back slightly, breath still shaky."Maybe…" he muttered under his breath.
His hand moved down, fingers parting the dense, curled hairs between her thighs, spreading them gently—revealing the soft, flushed folds beneath.
He paused. Pressed each side with his thumbs—feeling the heat still lingering there.
"This should be fine… right?" he whispered. His voice faltered.
His eyes stayed on her motionless form, her breath steady but shallow. Her arms had fallen limp, her face slack—lashes barely twitching.
"An unconscious person…" he said again, quieter this time.The thought hung in the air.
He couldn't even finish it.Because it didn't feel… right.
He spread her folds apart, the soft lips yielding under his fingers. The hole quivered faintly—still wet, still inviting.
"Should I…?" he whispered to himself.
He couldn't decide. Hours of relentless movement already weighed on his body, and now the midnight hours had long since passed. But more than fatigue, it was Mira—his step-aunt—lying unconscious beneath him. The thought irked him. Was it his own restraint… or some unspoken boundary he couldn't bring himself to cross? No—It were the Guidelines.
So, Eren just slumped forward. His body collapsing onto hers, cheek pressing against her bare chest. Her breasts shifted and bounced under his weight before settling, pillowing his face in their warmth.
"This body's already too tired from today… and now this…" he groaned softly. His muscles ached, every ounce of strength spent.
He let out one final breath, eyelids heavy, and gave in to the pull of sleep—still buried in her scent, sprawled naked atop her equally naked form.
"Maybe next time…" he muttered faintly, the words fading as he drifted into unconsciousness atop his step-aunt.