NOVEL NEXT Chapter 107: Map 2 Level 5 - 4
Lyra shook, her body convulsing, her ass clenching as she came again, her orgasms piling on without pause.
Lyra – Orgasm 2 Registered
Lyra – Orgasm 3 Registered
Lyra – Orgasm 4 Registered
Kota was almost gone, his cock throbbing, the cuff screaming with heat, but he pulled out, stepping back, his breath ragged, his restraint a blade in his gut.
Lyra panted, her throat raw, her small breasts heaving, her pussy dripping onto the moss, her smile serene, wrecked, grateful.
"Next time," she said, her voice hoarse, "you finish in me."
The wall split with a grinding rumble, a long, black, wet tongue slithering from the gap, beckoning them forward into the jungle's next torment.
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The final chamber of the tunnel pulsed like a womb built to punish, its walls throbbing with a heartbeat rhythm, bathed in deep red light that cast a lurid glow over the slick, padded floor—meant to absorb screams, to cradle the wreckage of desire.
At the center stood a low platform of leather and vine, restraint loops at every corner, a curved bar above for gripping, its surface glistening with jungle sweat, radiating a quiet, insatiable hunger.
The air was heavy, thick with the musky scent of cum, milk, and arousal, the echoes of Lyra's throat-worshipping moans still lingering.
Station 4 – Pain Threshold Evaluation
Kota may strike.
Veyna must cum.
Cuff pressure will peak if she climaxes more than twice on him.
Veyna walked in naked, laughing already, her freckled body glowing with cursed fire, her wild orange-red braids tangled and sweat-dark, her small breasts heaving, nipples stiff and dripping with milk, her pussy throbbing with manic lust, wetness dripping down her thighs.
Her slitted eyes burned with wild anticipation, her voice raw and unhinged. "Ohhh yes. This is mine."
She straddled the platform on all fours, shaking her plump ass with deliberate provocation, her slick pussy glistening, her tight hole twitching with need.
"Let's make you break," she purred, grinning over her shoulder, her freckled cheeks flushed, her body trembling with unstable desire.
Kota entered slowly, his lean, scarred body tense, his tight pants discarded, his cock rigid and throbbing, the cock-cuff humming with warning, its rune-etched surface searing against his shaft, sending jolts of pain-laced pleasure through his core.
His dark eyes locked on her, his breath steady but heavy with the strain of denial.
"Spank me till I beg," Veyna growled, her voice dripping with challenge, "then fuck my ass till you collapse."
The first crack of his belt echoed, sharp and brutal, the leather snapping across her freckled ass, leaving a red welt blooming like a flower.
She shuddered, moaning into the padded leather, her pussy gushing with arousal, her small breasts grinding against the platform, milk dripping from her nipples.
Second strike—harder, the welt darkening, her ass rippling.
"Harder!" she growled, her voice raw, her body trembling with manic lust, her pussy throbbing untouched.
Kota obliged, the third, fourth, fifth strikes landing with relentless force, her ass blooming red, her screams blending with laughter, her pussy gushing with each hit.
Veyna – Orgasm 1 Registered
Method: Impact play
Cock-Cuff Pressure: Stable
She lifted her hips, spreading her cheeks with her own hands, her tight hole glistening with slick.
"Now fill me. Use me," she rasped, her slitted eyes wild, her body trembling with need.
Kota gripped her waist, his fingers bruising her freckled skin, sliding his cock into her ass—dry at first, tight, violent, stretching her with a burning heat.
She screamed, pushing back against him, her ass clenching and sucking him deeper, her pussy dripping with arousal.
He fucked her rough, fast, deep, no tenderness, his cock plunging into her tight hole, each thrust a test of his restraint.
Her body shook, her legs flailing, her small breasts grinding against the leather as her back arched, the cock-cuff tightening with every thrust, sending jolts through his core.
Veyna – Orgasm 2 Registered
Veyna – Orgasm 3 Registered
Cock-Cuff: Near Critical
Kota gritted his teeth, his cock pulsing inside her, the ring searing now, his balls tight with backed-up need.
"CUM!" Veyna screamed, her voice unhinged, "In me! Break the ring—DO IT—!" Her pussy gushed, her ass clenching around him, daring him to lose.
He bit his lip till it bled, his voice a low growl, "No."
One more thrust, deep and brutal, her ass tightening as she exploded, her body convulsing, her pussy squirting untouched, milk spurting from her nipples.
Veyna – Orgasm 4 Registered
Cock-Cuff: Locked
The ring tightened like a fist, searing his shaft with unbearable pain. Kota howled—not in pleasure, but agony, his cock twitching, locked inside her tight ass, unable to pull out.
Penalty State Triggered
Kota: Cuff Sealed – 1 Hour
Veyna collapsed, laughing hysterically, twitching from aftershocks, her ass red, gaping, used, her small breasts heaving, milk trickling onto the leather, her pussy dripping with arousal.
Kota slumped over her, trapped, flesh to flesh, his cock throbbing painfully, his breath ragged as the cuff burned.
The vines released, slithering back into the shadows.
The wall split with a grinding rumble, revealing a new chamber, wet and glowing pink, its walls breathing, dripping with dark, sweet-smelling nectar.
The HUD flickered, its voice low and hungry:
Trial 5: Complete.
New Thresholds Achieved.
Bonus Trial Accessed: "The Womb."
The mouth ahead throbbed open wider, its walls pulsing, beckoning them into the jungle's next torment.
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The chamber breathed around them, not a metaphor but a visceral reality, its walls pulsing with a wet, rhythmic inhale that sucked the air from their lungs.
The wall sealed behind them with a soft, wet slurp, the heat rising instantly, thick like breath after a frantic fuck, saturated with the musky scent of slick, cunt, and deep soil.
Kota stepped in first, his lean, scarred body tense, his cock trapped in the rune-etched cuff, pulsing like a collar of heat around its base, sending jolts of pain-laced pleasure through his core.
Cuff Seal: 59:50 remaining. Sexual access: Limited. Watch only.
The girls entered behind him, one by one, their bodies trembling with the aftermath of the previous trials, pussies dripping, nipples aching, breaths ragged with anticipation and dread.
The floor beneath them was soft, slick with nectar that soaked their knees, the chamber a sacred, obscene womb, its walls throbbing, glowing pink, alive with the jungle's hunger.