"For some reason…" Mira whispered, her fingers brushing over her slick folds, "this is just… too arousing…"
She crawled toward Eren, rising slowly—hands trailing up his chest in silent offering.
But Eren shoved her aside without hesitation.
"Shut the fuck up, Mira," he snapped, voice harsh.
"You're not getting this anymore—" his eyes burned with resentment, "—not if all you do is piss in my mouth and refuse to suck cock."
Without giving her another glance, he leaned down and scooped Velira into his arms—one hand gripping her waist, the other bracing her back.
His gaze locked with hers, lips curling into a smile.
"How about we take this fun outside?" he growled.
Velira stared up at him, eyes wide—raw with panic and arousal.
"N-No, Eren…" she gasped. "Even if I am a filthy whore who wants to fuck every man in this kingdom… this—this kind of humiliation…" Her voice trembled. "Getting wrecked by a cock as huge as yours—out in the open? I'd be scrambling for breath… I-I don't think I could take it…"
Eren only smirked, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"In that case," he muttered, pressing closer, "every time you feel too embarrassed…" He leaned in, "we'll just have another session—until that shyness of yours breaks completely."
Velira tried to protest, but Eren didn't even slow down. His hands locked under her back, hoisting her up with brutal ease as he kept thrusting into her slit. With one hard push, he shoved the gate open and carried her out—out of the backyard and straight into the open street.
He dropped her to the ground just outside the tavern, her head lolling against the cobblestones, body still caught on his cock as he slammed into her again.
"Aaahh! Eren!" Velira gasped, voice breaking between pleasure and shame.
A pair of women, returning from night duty, slowed as they came upon the scene. Their steps faltered, eyes wide.
"What are they…?" one whispered.
"Isn't that the neighbor woman… and the tavern boy?" the other muttered, staring as Velira moaned.
The crowd began to grow—slowly at first, then steadily—as more women returned home from their late shifts. One by one, they stopped in their tracks.
They were all curvy and strong—busty and thick, hips wide, muscles carved subtly from hard labor and God's gifted genes. Their skin flushed with heat, cheeks tinged a deep crimson as they watched the scene unfold on the street.
"I… I can't take it anymore," one woman whispered, breath hitching.
She peeled off her gown without hesitation. Another slid her shirt over her head, nipples stiff in the air. More followed—some bold, others hesitant—until modesty gave way to instinct.
Hands slipped into waistbands, fingers dipping low, hidden but undeniably active.
Soon, moans rose alongside Eren and Velira's rhythmic slaps. Knees hit the plain ground, one after another—women openly pleasuring themselves, fingers buried between their thighs, eyes locked on the display before them.
The street became a chorus of breathless gasps and slick friction.
"Aaahhnn! I can't take it anymore!" one woman cried out, ripping off her clothes in a frenzy. Only a loose bra hung from her shoulder, her panties the last thing clinging to her body, as she rushed toward Eren.
"Me too, Eren!" she moaned, leaping at him and pushing him flat onto the ground.
"W-Wait—" Eren tried to speak, caught completely off guard.
But it was too late.
One after another, the women surged forward—clothes flying, bodies bare and burning with need. Velira was shoved aside with a shriek, tumbling helplessly as the tide of hungry— Dick starved women overtook her.
"Me first!"
"No, me!"
Their voices blended into a chorus of desperate cries, a chaotic chant echoing under the morning sky.
"Me first! Me first!"
They clawed at Eren, stripping themselves away of what little fabric remained on them—each one desperate to mount before the others could.
"Eren…" one woman yelped breathlessly as she gripped his cock, eyes wild with need.
Without waiting—without even giving her body time to fully prepare—she dropped herself onto him, forcing his length inside her dry, aching slit.
"Haaah…" she exhaled, trembling. "That's it… Those branches did nothing to calm the heat…"
But the others weren't willing to wait.
They surged forward, grabbing at her, hands clawing as they tried to pull her off what had now become, to them, a public cock—a shared relief.
"You've had your turn—move!" one snapped.
Another shouted, "You barely even rode him! It's our turn now!"
Rough hands tore her off Eren, tossing her aside. Her virginity taken in a single thrust—barely claimed—before the others mounted him in her place, eager to steal their share of the heat.
"One thrust and it's our turn," women snapped, already pulling the next in line closer.
Eren tried to speak, his voice breaking through clenched teeth—but it was drowned out by the chorus of panting, moaning, and feral excitement that surrounded him.
A swarm of heat, skin, and desperation pressed in from all sides—too many hands, too many bodies—too many gigantic boobs.
His breath hitched.
"And here I thought I could keep him as a private pleasurer…"