NOVEL NEXT Chapter 106: Map 2 Level 5 - 3
"P-please—" she whispered, her voice muffled by the clamp, "Too much—too hot—my ass—it won't stop—" Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her humiliation kink spiraling as she felt like a broken slut, rutted for the jungle's amusement.
Kota knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips, not entering but holding her still, his presence grounding her as the post fucked her deeper, its relentless rhythm driving her to the edge.
Her body shuddered, her ass clamping around the stone, her pussy gushing with arousal.
Selene – Orgasm 2 Registered
Selene – Orgasm 3 Registered
Cock-Cuff: +2 Absorbed
Kota Strain: Critical Level Approaching
Kota's teeth gritted, the cock-cuff tightening around his shaft like a noose, sending sharp jolts of pain through his core, his cock throbbing painfully, pre-cum dripping as he fought to maintain control.
His breath was ragged, his dark eyes locked on Selene's trembling form, her ass stretched wide, her pussy dripping with need.
Selene came again, her body spasming, her ass tightening around the stone cock as it pulsed one last time, dumping heat deep into her, the sensation wrenching a silent scream from her throat.
Selene – Orgasm 4 Registered
Selene – Complete.
She collapsed, twitching, her petite body trembling, her thighs soaked with arousal, her ass dripping with the post's slick nectar, her small breasts heaving, milk trickling from her nipples.
"I'm sorry…" she sobbed, her voice barely audible, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, her pussy throbbing with unspent desire.
Kota didn't respond, his cock pulsing in the cuff, his breath ragged as he stood, his lean body tense, the jungle moaning for her, its hunger sated—for now.
The wall ahead opened with a grinding rumble, revealing the next chamber, the air thick with the sound of something soft, wet, feeding itself, the jungle's next torment waiting.
The next chamber was smaller, darker, the air thick with the musky scent of arousal and jungle sweat, the stone tiles replaced by a slick, moss-covered floor that pulsed faintly underfoot.
No vines writhed in the shadows, no altar or posts stood as cruel sentinels—just a glowing groove in the floor, shaped like a spine, its faint red light casting an eerie glow across the room.
At the far wall, a single phrase gleamed in rune-etched script: Offer what you can survive losing.
Kota entered first, his lean, scarred body tense, his tight pants clinging to his thighs, his cock throbbing painfully in the cock-cuff, its rune-etched surface humming with a warning pulse, sending jolts of pain-laced pleasure through his core.
His dark eyes scanned the chamber, his breath steady but heavy with the strain of denial.
Veyna limped in behind him, her freckled body glowing with cursed fire, her small breasts heaving, nipples stiff and dripping with milk, her pussy slick with arousal, her wild orange-red braids matted with sweat.
Selene crawled beside Sereya, her petite body trembling, her small breasts aching, her virgin pussy dripping with humiliated need, her violet eyes avoiding contact.
Sereya moved with rigid grace, her voluptuous form tense, her heavy breasts streaked with milk, her amber eyes burning with silent fury, refusing to meet anyone's gaze.
Lyra walked in last, her willowy body swaying, her steps slow, deliberate, a faint smile curling her lips.
Her small breasts heaved beneath her translucent red silk, nipples stiff and flushed dark pink, her slick pussy throbbing with masochistic anticipation, wetness dripping down her inner thighs.
She didn't speak, her smoky eyes gleaming with serene surrender as she dropped to her knees before the wall, the groove's red light bathing her in an ethereal glow.
The HUD flickered, its crimson script cold and unyielding:
Station 3 – Voluntary Use
Player-defined penetration.
Reward: Release. Punishment: None.
But you must give more than the jungle expects.
Lyra's tongue clamp pulsed red, its grip tight but not critical.
She tore it off with a sharp tug, the vine falling to the moss with a soft thud, her lips parting in a defiant smile.
The jungle didn't stop her, its silence a challenge.
Kota's voice was low, rough with concern.
"You'll trigger a punishment protocol," he warned, his cock throbbing painfully in the cuff, his dark eyes locked on her.
She whispered, her voice sultry and unafraid, "Then the jungle should punish me."
She leaned back against the groove, her head tilted, throat bared, her small breasts heaving, nipples stiff.
"Use me," she said, her smoky eyes burning with masochistic desire. "To the base."
Kota stood still, his cock pulsing so hard it hurt, the cock-cuff hissing, its runes glowing as it read his strain, warning him—one more orgasm through him, and he might be locked down forever.
But Lyra's eyes begged, no tears, just pure desire, raw as death itself.
He knelt, his lean body tense, positioning his cock at her lips, the slick tip brushing her mouth, glistening with pre-cum. She didn't blink, her lips parting wide, wider, inviting him in.
He slid in, his head pressing past her lips, her mouth wet and warm, her tongue flat against his shaft.
She sucked immediately, her throat tightening around him, taking him deep—no gag, no cough, just tight, wet suction as her neck bulged around his cock, her small breasts trembling, her pussy dripping with arousal.
Kota – Penetration Depth: Max
Lyra – Internal Stretch Threshold: Exceeded
She swallowed, her throat milking him, a molten grip that sent jolts through his core.
Kota groaned, his hands grabbing her head, fingers tangling in her red hair as he fucked deeper, his cock throbbing painfully, the cuff tightening with every thrust.
Lyra – Orgasm 1 Registered (Throat Use)
Her thighs twitched, her nipples spurting faint milk, her pussy gushing with masochistic bliss as she moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but raw, her throat tightening further.
Cock-Cuff: Strain Level: Maximum
Kota: On edge
He pulled out, trembling, his cock glistening with her saliva, pre-cum beading at the tip. Her spit clung to him like silk, her smoky eyes pleading for more.
"Again," she whispered, her voice hoarse, her pussy throbbing with need.
Kota growled, fucking her mouth again, harder, faster, his cock plunging deep, his balls slapping her chin. She gagged this time, her eyes watering, her small breasts heaving as her throat stretched around him, her pussy gushing with arousal.