"That's even better," Velira muttered, licking her lips.
She lowered herself onto him, her cunt quivering with anticipation.
Eren's cock, still half-hard from earlier, began to stir as she eased it inside, her walls clenching greedily.
"Haaah… This is it," her voice thick with relief.
Across from her, Mira stayed frozen—watching in disbelief.
"Isn't that… too much?"
Velira looked at her, eyes narrowing.
"Why's it too much?" she shot back.
"Because he's unconscious, of course!" Mira's voice cracked "You knocked him out cold—he's out of his head, Velira. He fainted!"
Velira's hips stilled for a heartbeat, her head turning back.
"At least this…" she murmured, eyes rolling as she slowly rose off him, "…this isn't unconscious."
She shifted her weight, lifting herself just enough to show Mira the thick, length sticking out of her.
"Look," she breathed, voice trembling as she sank back down. "Twenty… twenty fucking years without this…"
Her cunt swallowed him deeper, her muscles quivering around the twitching shaft. Eren's body jerked involuntarily beneath her, a small gasp leaving his lips even in his sleep.
"Oh… he's feeling it," Velira hissed, shuddering as she felt him twitch and swell inside her. Her fingers clawed at his chest, riding the pulse of his unconscious body.
Mira could only stare—dazed, wet strands of hair clinging to her skin from the water she'd just used to wash herself.
"I… I don't think this is right," Mira murmured, as Velira bounced savagely atop Eren.
"Oh, but it is," Velira breathed, her voice husky as she leaned forward, gripping Mira's hands, and pulling her closer.
"Why don't you try it?"
Mira's tried to protest—but Velira didn't follow. She reached down and dragged her slick folds over Eren's face, guiding Mira with ease.
"That's it," Velira hissed "Now grind on him."
Mira froze, trembling. But Velira's grip remained firm. She nudged Mira forward, then pulled her back in a rhythm that forced her to move. Mira's hips hesitated, then responded—grinding slowly against Eren's face, her breath catching.
"Hahh… it feels..." Mira gasped, her voice caught between shame and achievement.
"Doesn't it feel amazing?" Velira whispered with a wicked grin.
Mira bit her lip, her movements growing needier despite her morals. "It still feels… too taboo," she admitted, grinding harder with each breath.
"Why? He's been treating you like this all along," Velira murmured "Don't you think you deserve to get on top of him for once?"
"Still…" Mira's voice faltered, as she kept grinding.
"Don't worry," Velira assured, "it's all give and take when it comes to this."
"Mhm…" Mira hummed, her tone shifting "That's right… It should only be about this…"
Her fingers curled in his hair as she forced his mouth open , then lowered herself onto it, rubbing against his tongue.
"He should pay for what he did," Mira muttered, voice low, eyes burning.
She ground herself harder, letting her body go slack—her thighs trembling as she spread them wider. Then, with a shudder, relaxed flow… she let go.
A hot stream poured from her, soaking his unconscious body. Her piss splashed across his throat, his mouth agape—filling until it overflowed, sliding down the corners of his lips. The heat only stirred something deeper in her—the forbidden rush sending a flush up her chest as it dripped down his torso, pooling at his waist.
"Yes, that's it, Mira," Velira moaned from atop Eren, her hips slapping against his body, still hard despite his slumber. "Do him with everything you've got—before he wakes up."
Mira's hips trembled as she finished, her release still dripping over his lips. Her fingers trailed down between her thighs, rubbing her clit in a dazed, almost trance‑like rhythm.
Eren's eyes fluttered open. Vision swam. Breath hitched.
"Oh—" he groaned, his hips jerking upward instinctively. Velira convulsed on top of him, moaning as she felt the sudden twitch inside her.
"What are you—" His voice cracked as reality came back. He shoved Mira off, rolling to the side, gulping off whatever reamined in his mouth, as he gasped for air.
"What did you—" His hand wiped at his cheek, smearing the warm slickness. He blinked, confused, tasting something bitter at the back of his throat. His fingers went to his mouth, then pulled away.
He sniffed.
His eyes went wide.
"Is this… piss?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Mira glanced off to the side, unable to meet his eyes.
"You… bitch," he hissed.
Eren's hand shot out, gripping Mira by the cheek. His fingers dug in, forcing her head still as he pried her lips apart with a single, rough motion.
"Now," he barked, "you're the one who gets it."
He shoved his cock forward—still slick with Velira's heat and his own pre-liquid—forcing it deep into Mira's mouth until the tip shaft hit the bottom of her throat.
"Drink it all," he growled.
His grip tightened, holding her in place as his length pulsed violently inside her. A sharp pressure built at the base; a hot stream followed, forcing its way to the tip.
A thin, clear rush spilled from him—directly down her throat—his piss flooding her mouth as he held her there, making her swallow around the twitching shaft.
Mira clawed at his thighs, trying to push back, but Eren held her there—unyielding.
"What's wrong?" he sneered. "You're the one who started this."
He kept her locked in place, his grip tight, forcing her to swallow—drop by drop—until not a single stream remained. Her throat worked helplessly, gulping down every last bit.
"Good girl."
With a rough shove, he sent her sprawling back. He wiped the head of his cock across her lips.
"You'd better remember that," he warned, his eyes turning toward Velira—still on the floor, panting, convulsing from the aftershocks. "And you… you're the one who put this idea in her head."
He stepped forward, grabbing her legs—lifting them off the floor.
Velira gasped, a wild look flashing in her eyes.
"Yes… do me, Daddy!" she screamed.
"You're a fucking sicko," Eren spat, eyes narrowed with disgust.
Velira met his glare with unflinching lust, her voice sultry and defiant. "Then prove it," she hissed. "Prove you won't get your dick torn off when I'm in full heat."
Eren didn't hesitate. He lined himself—forward, his voice dropping to a guttural growl.
"Oh, I will."
He rammed into her—sudden, brutal—burying himself deep in one ruthless thrust.
A choked, animalistic cry tore from Velira's throat.
"Prove what now, bitch?" Eren snarled, slamming into her again. "That you can't even take one cock without screaming?"
Velira lay sprawled on the floor, legs hoisted high around Eren's waist. Her body jolted with every thrust, her voice tearing out in a breathless scream.
"Y-You're just… too big—" she gasped, pain lacing her words—only for her lips to curl into a trembling smile. "And way too big to be this rough."
Her breath hitched again, but she still finished, voice breaking into something wicked.
"And I… I love aggressive boys."
"Sicko," Eren muttered under his breath, though he didn't stop.
Mira, meanwhile, sat frozen nearby—hips pressed to the cold floor, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. Trails of Eren's piss still glistened on her lips, the heat radiating off her flushed skin.
For a moment, she just stared.
Then—quietly—her hand slid down between her legs.
"For some reason…" she whispered, fingers brushing over her fold, "this is just… too arousing…"