NOVEL NEXT Chapter 105: Map 2 Level 5 - 2
Sereya growled through her teeth, her pussy clenching with humiliated desire, her clit throbbing as the clamps twisted again.
Her tongue slid out—barely, grudgingly—a single stroke along the vine-cock's shaft, its heat pulsing against her lips, sending a jolt through her core.
The cock pulsed in response, the clamp tightening on her tongue, her nipples throbbing as milk spurted faintly.
Sereya shuddered, her voluptuous body trembling, her pussy gushing with arousal.
Sereya – Moan Detected
Clamp Pressure: Critical
Tongue Band – +2 Compression
Her amber eyes widened, a thin trail of blood seeping from the corner of her lip as the clamp strangled the sound in her throat, punishing her vocal cords.
She hadn't even realized she'd made a noise, her pride fracturing under the jungle's cruel torment.
Kota gripped her chin, holding her still, his fingers bruising her skin.
"Do it again," he commanded, his voice rough, his cock throbbing in the cuff, the hum intensifying as her submission fed it.
She shook her head, her heavy breasts heaving, milk dripping as the clamps twisted, her pussy throbbing with need.
He twisted a nipple clamp, sharp and brutal, wrenching a gasp from her throat—no sound escaping, her tongue clamp tightening further.
Her eyes rolled back, her body shaking, her pussy gushing with humiliated arousal.
Her tongue lashed out again—licking, clumsy, furious, each stroke a battle against herself, the vine-cock pulsing with heat, the clamps pulling her nipples downward, her voluptuous body arching.
Her pussy twitched in betrayal, wetness flooding her thighs, and she came, her body convulsing, her pussy throbbing untouched, milk spurting from her nipples as the orgasm tore through her, silent but devastating.
Sereya – Orgasm Detected
Cock-Cuff: +1 Unit Absorbed
Kota Pain Level: Moderate
Kota grunted, the cock-cuff tightening around his shaft like a noose, sending a sharp jolt of pain through his core, his knees buckling slightly as he exhaled hard, his cock throbbing painfully, pre-cum dripping.
Sereya drooped, her mouth open, drool dripping down her chin, milk leaking freely from her clamped nipples, her amber eyes blank, her voluptuous body utterly used, silent, ruined.
Lyra watched, her lips parted around the vine-cock she worshipped, her small breasts trembling, her pussy dripping with masochistic bliss.
Veyna moaned deep into her own, stifled through her nose, her freckled body glowing, her pussy throbbing with manic lust.
Selene finally lowered to her knees, slow and trembling, her petite body shaking, her small breasts heaving as her tongue inched forward, her virgin pussy dripping with humiliated dread.
The altar pulsed, a second and third vine-cock rising, each glistening with nectar, demanding worship. The jungle purred in satisfaction, its hunger palpable.
Station 1: Complete
Station 2 Opening…
The wall parted like a hungry mouth, steam curling from its dark throat, the air thick with the musky scent of arousal and jungle sweat.
The chamber beyond was smaller, round, the floor soft and wet—moss soaked in a slick sheen that felt like sweat underfoot, humming with a quiet, insatiable hunger.
At the center stood a mounting post, its slick, ridged surface curved and angled, designed with cruel precision for anal violation, its stone glistening in the greenish-gold light of the pulsing runes.
Station 2 – The Rut Chamber
Rule: No vaginal contact. No penetration permitted.
Failure = public breeding punishment.
Selene walked in last, her petite body trembling, her small breasts heaving beneath her tattered shift, cherry-pink nipples stiff and aching, her virgin pussy dripping with humiliated arousal, her thighs slick with the aftermath of previous trials.
Her tongue clamp pulsed red—tight but not critical, a silent warning from her earlier whimper. The jungle knew, its vines watching, their slick tips twitching faintly in the shadows.
The mist fell—not fog, but pheromones, sweet like rotting fruit mixed with the raw scent of wet sex, sliding into their lungs like desire in gas form, making clits throb and cocks pulse.
Selene coughed, then gasped, her body shuddering as her nipples hardened instantly, her hands flying to her thighs, pressing them together as heat flooded her core.
"Wh-what is this?" she stammered, her voice shaking, her violet eyes wide with dread and arousal, her pussy clenching untouched, wetness dripping down her legs. "I feel… I c-can't…"
The HUD flashed, its crimson script cold and unyielding:
Subject: Selene
Status: Estrus Triggered
Vagina Locked. Anal Only.
Failure to mount = Binding Event.
She stumbled toward the post, her petite body trembling, her small breasts heaving, tears pricking her eyes as humiliation washed over her.
She stopped, looking back at Kota, her violet eyes pleading.
"I—can't," she whispered, her voice breaking, her pussy throbbing with need she couldn't sate.
Kota stood at the chamber's edge, his lean, scarred body tense, his tight pants outlining his throbbing cock, the cock-cuff humming against his shaft, sending jolts of pain-laced pleasure through him.
His dark eyes locked on hers, unyielding.
"Mount it, Selene," he said, his voice low, commanding. "Or it mounts you."
She dropped to her knees, her face burning crimson, her legs twitching with fear and arousal.
She crawled onto the curved stone, gripping the handles, her plump ass raised, positioning herself with a shudder.
The post pressed between her cheeks, its slick, ridged surface teasing her tight hole, sending a jolt through her core.
She hesitated, her breath hitching—then sank down, the stone sliding into her ass with brutal precision, stretching her tight hole, filling her with a burning heat.
She screamed, her tongue clamp tightening instantly, silencing the sound, her petite body locking up as pain and pleasure collided, her pussy gushing with arousal despite the prohibition.
Selene – Moan Detected. Compression: +1
Anal Seal: Activated.
Her pussy leaked anyway, wetness flooding her thighs, her clit throbbing untouched as the post began to move on its own—not fast, not slow, but relentless, rhythmic, cruel, thrusting upward into her ass, striking deep with each pulse.
Selene – Orgasm 1 Registered
She sobbed, her violet eyes wide, hands gripping the handles like she was being electrocuted, her small breasts jiggling, her cherry-pink nipples beading with milk from the earlier trial.
Her feet scraped the floor, her ass split and filled, teased by the ridges that stroked her sensitive walls, her pussy clenching with humiliated desire.