NOVEL NEXT Chapter 108: Map 2 - Bonus 1
Selene gasped as a tendril brushed her inner thigh, her petite body trembling, her small breasts heaving beneath her tattered shift, cherry-pink nipples stiff and aching.
"Wh-where's the altar?" she whispered, her violet eyes wide with fear and humiliated arousal, her virgin pussy throbbing, wetness dripping down her thighs.
Veyna laughed, her freckled body glowing with cursed fire, her small breasts heaving, nipples dripping with milk, her pussy slick with manic lust.
"We are the altar," she rasped, her slitted eyes wild, her wild orange-red braids swaying as she licked her lips, her body trembling with anticipation.
The HUD pulsed red, its crimson script cold and unyielding:
Vaginal access permitted.
Kota locked.
Use of vines and touch authorized.
Goal: Wombs closed via saturation.
The center pit glowed, pulsing pink, wet, opening like a living cunt, its slick walls throbbing with invitation.
Lyra walked to it without hesitation, her willowy body swaying, her translucent red silk unclasping to bare her small breasts, nipples stiff and flushed dark pink, her stomach slick with sweat, her pussy glistening with masochistic anticipation.
"Here," she said, her voice a sultry whisper, "Let me be the first."
She stepped down into the pit, lying on her back, spreading her legs wide, her slick pussy exposed, lips parting with each pulse of her breath.
The floor suckled to her spine, molding to her curves, holding her in place.
A vine rose—slow, thick, ridged, lubed with its own slime, hovering at her slick entrance.
Lyra smiled, her smoky eyes half-lidded, her voice a soft plea, "Feed me."
The vine entered slow, stretching her tight pussy with brutal precision, its ridges stroking her sensitive walls, filling her deep.
Her breath stopped, her small breasts heaving, her eyes rolling back as pleasure overwhelmed her, her pussy clenching around the intrusion, wetness flooding the pit.
She moaned, deep in her chest, her voice muffled but raw, her pussy milking the vine, sucking it deeper with each thrust.
Kota watched, helpless, his cock throbbing painfully in the cuff, the hum intensifying, his restraint a blade in his gut.
Cuff timer: 53:21
Lyra came—no scream, her pussy clenching the vine so tight it pulsed back, a thick, white fluid gushing into her womb, the jungle's load flooding her with heat.
Lyra – Orgasm 1
Fluid intake: 64%
Womb not sealed.
She panted, her small breasts heaving, her pussy throbbing with need.
"I need more…" she whispered, her voice hoarse, her body trembling with masochistic bliss.
A second vine rose, thicker, its surface glistening with nectar. It pushed in beside the first, stretching her pussy wider, filling her to the brim.
Lyra's mouth opened in shock, her voice a raw hiss, "Yesssssss—"
Kota gritted his teeth, his cock pulsing, the cuff burning as he watched, helpless, his restraint fraying with every pulse of her pleasure.
The others hesitated—Selene staring, her thighs pressed together, her virgin pussy dripping with dread and arousal; Sereya standing stiff, arms crossed, her heavy breasts heaving, her amber eyes burning with fury; Veyna licking her lips, her freckled body glowing, her pussy throbbing with manic lust.
The jungle breathed around them, its walls throbbing, whispering, "Fill them all. Until they close."
Selene took a step toward the pit, her violet eyes wide, her small breasts trembling, her pussy already wet, her womb open, ready for the jungle's violation.
Lyra lay in the pit, her willowy body arched, her small breasts heaving, nipples stiff and flushed dark pink, her long red hair splayed across the slick moss.
Her legs were spread wide, hips rising and falling as the first vine pumped inside her tight pussy, deep and precise, its ridged surface coiling upward with a rhythm that seemed to know her better than she knew herself, stroking her sensitive walls with cruel intimacy.
Kota stood at the pit's edge, his lean, scarred body tense, his cock trapped in the rune-etched cuff, throbbing with searing heat, sending jolts of pain-laced pleasure through his core.
Cuff Timer: 48:07
He was locked, helpless to touch, his dark eyes fixed on Lyra's slit stretching wide, her lips parted around the twin intruders, glistening with slick and nectar.
His cock dripped pre-cum, aching with denied need, his breath heavy but steady as he fought to maintain control.
Lyra moaned with her whole chest, the sound raw and deep, her pussy clenching around the vines, milking them with desperate hunger.
She grabbed a third vine, her hands trembling with masochistic need, bringing it to her mouth.
"No," Kota murmured, his voice rough, his cock pulsing painfully in the cuff, but she ignored him, suckling the vine, its thick, slick surface sliding past her lips, bulging her throat as spit clung to its shaft.
Now fucked at both ends—throat and pussy—her body shook, her hands reaching to her own nipples, squeezing until milk dribbled from the stiff buds, trailing down her small breasts.
Lyra – Orgasm 2
Fluid Absorbed: 112%
Womb Response: Open
She trembled, not from fear but from raw, unyielding need, her pussy throbbing, her throat clenching, her masochistic bliss etched in her quivering frame.
The vines in her pussy twitched, then pulsed, and it began—a hot, viscous stream of fluid pumping directly into her womb, flooding her with heat.
Her back arched, her pussy tightening, her throat clenching around the vine as she came again, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Lyra – Orgasm 3
Womb Filling: 81%
Intake exceeded safe volume. Emergency locking initiated.
Her smoky eyes rolled back, her mouth full, her pussy leaking as it sealed around the vines, a deep hum vibrating the pit floor, a soft glow pulsing around her stomach, illuminating her sweat-soaked skin. The HUD pinged, its crimson script cold and final:
Lyra – Womb Sealed
Breeding Complete.
Score: MAX*
The vines pulled free, her slit gaping, leaking with the jungle's thick fluid, her lips curling into a satisfied grin as she panted, her small breasts heaving.
"I want more," she whispered, her voice hoarse, before fainting, her body collapsing into the pit, wrecked but fulfilled.
Kota breathed heavily, his cock dripping, aching in the cuff, his restraint a blade in his gut.
Cuff Timer: 45:12
He was still locked, unable to touch, his dark eyes scanning the chamber as the vines stirred, reaching for the next participant.
Selene stood trembling, her petite body quivering, her small breasts heaving, cherry-pink nipples stiff, her virgin pussy dripping with humiliated arousal, her violet eyes wide with dread as the vines slithered toward her, their slick tips glistening with nectar, ready to claim her womb.