NOVEL NEXT Chapter 100: Map 2 Level 4 - 2
Silence fell, the group frozen as the short time sank in. Lyra breathed out, her small breasts heaving.
"That's not long," she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation and dread, her pussy clenching with need.
The others moved forward, their bodies trembling with arousal and fear, one by one claiming their dice, the obsidian faces clattering on the table, sealing their fates.
Selene rolled first, her hand shaking, the die tumbling.
Selene: 2
She stared at the result, her petite body quivering, her small breasts rising with panicked breaths.
Required Orgasms: 2
Her voice was small, trembling: "I can't cum that way…"
The thought of her ass and mouth filled, her pussy forbidden, made her virgin hole clench with humiliated desire, wetness flooding her thighs.
The jungle purred in response, a low vibration through the air.
You will.
Sereya rolled next, her fist tight around the die.
Sereya: 4
No change in her expression, her amber eyes cold, but her full breasts heaved with suppressed fury and arousal.
Required Orgasms: 4
Her jaw flexed, her voice a growl: "I will not allow my body to disgrace itself for a game."
But her slick mound betrayed her, wetness dripping as heat built between her thighs.
Veyna snorted, her freckled body shifting.
"You're gonna be drooling around a butt plug in sixty seconds," she rasped, her unstable lust evident in her glowing skin, her pussy throbbing visibly.
Lyra rolled with her eyes closed, the die stopping:
Lyra: 5
Her smile widened, her small breasts heaving as she opened her eyes.
Required Orgasms: 5
She whispered, her voice sultry: "Let the hole you use decide how I scream." Her masochistic thrill flared, her slick pussy dripping with anticipation, wetness trailing down her inner thighs.
Veyna rolled last, laughing as the die tumbled.
Veyna: 6
She grinned wildly, her small breasts bouncing with her laughter.
Required Orgasms: 6
"Fuck yes. Let's melt," she groaned, her cursed fire flaring, her pussy aching with manic desire, wetness pooling at her feet.
The HUD flashed one last time, its crimson words searing:
Participants: 5
Total Climax Quota: 17
Time Limit: 2:30
Kota's Climax Reduces Quota by 1 Each
Trial Begins In: 0:10
The walls split open with a grinding crack, pillars rising from the floor, restraints clicking into place, oil bottles popping open without hands, their shimmering contents spilling like liquid gold.
Clamps with rune-etched jaws glinted, plugs thick and vibrating hummed faintly, open rings for cocks and nipples dangled, spreader bars with chains swayed like promises of submission.
The countdown began, the jungle's voice cold and mechanical: 5… 4… 3…
Selene stumbled back, her petite body trembling, her small breasts heaving.
2… 1…
Begin.
The trial ignited, the air thickening with desperation, the jungle ready to claim its due.
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The jungle chamber erupted with a primal energy, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat, milk, and arousal, the stone tiles gleaming with jungle sweat, humming with a quiet hunger that made skin tingle and bodies ache.
No time for instructions, no prep—just raw need and the cruel math of a countdown ticking in their HUDs.
The runes on the walls pulsed, casting a greenish-gold glow over the scene, illuminating the pillars, benches, and tools—clamps, plugs, oils, and spreader bars glinting with promise.
Selene, Sereya, Lyra, and Veyna stood trembling, their bodies slick with arousal, pussies throbbing, nipples aching, the weight of the trial pressing against their already frayed resolve.
Time Remaining: 2:30
Quota: 17 orgasms
Kota's dark eyes locked on Selene and Lyra—one frozen in dread, the other already on her knees, their contrasting desires a storm of tension.
His cock throbbed painfully in his tight pants, still slick from the previous trials, pre-cum soaking the fabric as he fought to maintain control, his lean, scarred body tense, his breath steady but heavy with the strain of denial.
Lyra knelt at his feet like a devotee at an altar, her willowy body swaying, her small breasts heaving, nipples stiff and flushed dark pink, her long red hair clinging to her sweat-soaked shoulders.
Her mouth was open—not smiling, but reverent, her smoky eyes half-lidded with masochistic worship.
"Use my throat," she breathed, her voice a sultry plea, "and let my nipples burn for the rest."
Before he could respond, she clamped her own tits with metal-tooth clamps, the rune-etched jaws biting into her swollen flesh, sending a jolt of pain-laced pleasure through her core.
Her breath shuddered, her pussy throbbing untouched, wetness dripping down her inner thighs.
Kota grabbed her head, his fingers tangling in her red hair, his cock—still soaked with the denial of the last trial—slapping her cheek before sliding past her lips in one smooth, brutal thrust.
Lyra gagged instantly, her throat clenching around him, but she held firm, eyes watering, mouth stretching, her masochistic bliss evident in the way her pussy pulsed with need.
He thrust fast, no warm-up, his cock plunging deep, his balls grazing her chin with each motion.
Vines slithered around her nipples, the clamps pulling outward, vibrating with a low hum that sent waves of pleasure through her small breasts.
She moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but raw, her throat tightening like it was trying to milk him, her pussy gushing with arousal.
Lyra – Orgasm 1 registered
Time Remaining: 2:16
Kota groaned, his jaw tight, his cock throbbing as her throat clenched, pulling him deeper, threatening his restraint.
He pulled out, breathing hard, his cock glistening with her saliva, pre-cum beading at the tip.
"More," she whispered, her voice hoarse, her smoky eyes pleading, her pussy dripping with need. "Fill me."
Selene backed into a pillar, her petite body trembling, her small breasts heaving beneath her sheer white shift, cherry-pink nipples visible and hard, sweat streaking her flushed cheeks.
"I—I can't do this," she stammered, her violet eyes wide with fear and humiliated arousal, her pussy throbbing untouched, wetness dripping down her thighs.
"My pussy's still—my ass doesn't—!"
A vine wrapped her ankle, another grabbing her wrist, pulling her down to her elbows and knees, her plump ass raised, her shift riding up to expose her glistening pussy lips, slick and twitching.
Kota strode to her, his presence a quiet storm, his dark eyes locking on hers.
"You want to survive, right?" he asked, his voice low, commanding.