NOVEL NEXT Chapter 104: Map 2 Level 5 - 1
Kota's turn came last.
A ring floated toward his cock, glowing with runes, hovering, warming.
He didn't flinch, his dark eyes steady as it snapped on, a sudden pulse followed by a low hum, like a breathless jungle heartbeat pressed against his shaft.
Cock-Cuff: Activated. Current State: 0 Orgasms Absorbed.
They arrived at Station 1—a stone altar, its surface warm, pulsating, at its center a thick cock-shaped pillar, angled slightly forward, engraved above:
Only tongues. Only silence. Feed it your worship.
Kota stepped back, his cock throbbing in the cuff, his breath steady but heavy with anticipation.
Lyra walked forward, slow and reverent, falling to her knees before the pillar, her small breasts heaving, her long red hair splaying across her shoulders.
Her tongue slid out, one slow stroke from base to tip, the pillar pulsing in response.
She moaned—but not aloud, her body jerking as her tongue clamp flashed, tightening with a sharp bite.
Lyra – Moan Detected. Clamp Compression: +1
Throat Pressure: Moderate.
She gasped through her nose, saliva spilling down her chin, her pussy dripping with masochistic bliss.
She went again, deeper, slower, sloppier, her tongue lapping the pillar with desperate reverence, her small breasts trembling, her slick pussy throbbing untouched.
Selene stared in horror, her petite body trembling, her small breasts heaving, her violet eyes wide.
"I… I can't do that…" she whispered, her voice muffled by the clamp, her pussy clenching with humiliated dread.
Sereya's jaw flexed, her amber eyes burning, her voluptuous body rigid, her heavy breasts heaving as she fought the urge to resist, her slick pussy dripping with arousal she couldn't hide.
Veyna was already on her knees beside Lyra, her freckled body glowing, her small breasts bouncing as she lapped the pillar like a bitch in heat, her tongue clamp flashing, her pussy gushing with manic lust, her moans stifled through her nose.
Kota watched, his cock pulsing painfully in the cuff, his restraint a blade in his gut as their obedience fed the ring, its hum intensifying with each worshipful lick.
If one of them came, the pain would start, the cuff tightening, threatening his control.
Selene shivered, her voice trembling, "I don't know how to suck without making a sound…"
Her pussy throbbed, her clit aching untouched, her humiliation spiraling.
Sereya turned, her voice cold, "You'll learn. Or you'll lose your tongue."
Her amber eyes burned with fury, her slick pussy dripping as she braced for her turn.
The altar pulsed again, a second cock-shaped vine rising beside it, then a third, each glistening with nectar, demanding worship.
There would be one for each of them, and they would all have to kneel, tongues out, in silence.
Sereya stared at the vine-cock, its surface glistening with slick nectar, pulsing slow and obscene, as if it knew her amber eyes were locked on it, mocking her regal pride.
Her jaw was locked tight, her voluptuous body rigid, arms behind her back, fists clenched until her knuckles whitened, her heavy breasts heaving, dark nipples stiff and aching beneath the rune-etched clamps.
She hadn't knelt, hadn't licked, her defiance a wall against the jungle's demands, even as her slick pussy throbbed between her spread thighs, wetness dripping down her creamy legs, betraying her hidden desire.
The others were already worshipping—Lyra on her third stroke, her tongue dragging over the shaft with reverent care, her small breasts trembling, her pussy dripping with masochistic bliss.
Veyna drooling openly, her gag reflex twitching as she took the altar's head in and out, her freckled body glowing with cursed fire, her pussy throbbing with manic lust.
Selene hesitating, her petite body trembling, her violet eyes wide with dread as she leaned forward, then froze, her small breasts heaving, her virgin pussy slick with humiliated arousal.
Kota watched, his lean body tense, his tight pants outlining his throbbing cock, the cock-cuff humming against his shaft, its rune-etched surface warm and constricting, sending jolts of pain-laced pleasure through him with every pulse.
His dark eyes burned with focus, his breath steady but heavy, his restraint a blade in his gut.
The HUD blinked, its crimson script cold and accusatory:
Sereya – Inactivity Detected
Penalty Engaged
The vine at Sereya's tongue tightened, a steel-like band squeezing her vocal cords, wrenching a wince from her lips, but she refused to cry out, her amber eyes blazing with fury.
Vines snaked behind her, rune-etched clamps snapping onto her dark nipples—tight, tighter, twisting with cruel precision, sending jolts of pain through her core, her heavy breasts trembling, milk beading at the tips.
Her legs quivered, her pussy clenching with humiliated desire, but still she refused to kneel, her regal pride unyielding, her slick thighs glistening with arousal she couldn't hide.
Kota stepped toward her, his boots sinking into the slick moss, his presence a quiet storm.
"You'll break your teeth before you bite that pride away," he said, his voice low, commanding, his dark eyes locked on hers.
She glared, her amber eyes burning, her full lips parting slightly.
"I am a Queen," she hissed, her voice strained but sharp, "I will not slobber like a desperate—"
He pressed two fingers to her lips, silencing her, his touch firm, sending a shiver through her core. "Then swallow like one," he growled, his voice rough with authority.
He didn't wait for permission, grabbing her by the nape, forcing her forward onto her knees with a strength that made her gasp.
She thrashed, her voluptuous body straining against the vines, but they tightened, pulling her arms back, arching her spine, her heavy breasts thrusting forward, milk dripping from her clamped nipples.
Her face met the vine-cock, its warmth brushing her lips, the slick surface teasing her with its heat.
The clamps on her nipples pulsed—once, twice—sending waves of pain-laced pleasure through her core, her pussy throbbing untouched, wetness flooding her thighs.
She jerked, a single drop of milk slipping from her left nipple, trailing down her heavy breast.
Kota saw it, his dark eyes narrowing, leaning in close, his breath hot against her ear.
"You're leaking already," he whispered, his voice a low taunt. "That's not hunger—it's need."