NOVEL NEXT Chapter 94: Map 2 Level 3 - 2
The jungle chimed softly, its voice cold and clinical:
Trial Commenced: Selene
Timer: 2:00.
Seed Status: Stable.
The path began, the moss pulsing beneath them, the vines watching, the flowers blooming with soft, moist sighs.
Selene moaned, her voice breaking, her pussy clenching around Kota's cock as she crawled, each thrust driving her forward, her humiliation blending with desperate pleasure.
Kota started to move, his hips thrusting in a steady, controlled rhythm, his cock sliding deep into her slick heat, his restraint a quiet battle as he fought to hold his seed.
And the jungle watched, its hunger palpable, waiting for them to break or endure.
The moss path glowed faintly beneath them, its shimmering surface pulsing like a living thing, the vines watching, flowers blooming with soft, moist sighs, their petals unfurling like swollen labia, stirring the group's already heightened desires.
Selene crawled forward, her petite body trembling on all fours, her palms slapping the slick moss with desperate force, each impact echoing in the humid air.
Her sheer white shift rode up, baring her plump, quivering ass, her virgin pussy glistening and exposed, slick with arousal that dripped down her inner thighs.
Her small breasts bounced violently beneath her, cherry-pink nipples grazed raw against the damp moss, droplets of milk trailing in her wake from overstimulated glands.
Kota held her hips up, his grip firm and unshaking, his cock buried deep inside her tight, soaked pussy, each thrust a slow torment that stretched her virgin walls, making her pussy clench and gush with every movement.
His steps were precise, controlled, but her crawl was chaos—her knees buckling every other pace, her arms trembling as she struggled to keep up, her body rocking back into him with each shaky step, the lewd, wet sound of his cock dragging through her filling the air.
She gasped, her voice breaking, "S-stop—too deep—!" Her violet eyes widened with panic and pleasure, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, her small breasts jiggling, her clit throbbing untouched as humiliation washed over her.
"No," Kota muttered, his voice low, commanding, his dark eyes locked on her trembling form.
He thrust once, slow and cruel, his cock sliding deeper, stretching her pussy to its limits, sending a jolt of pain-laced pleasure through her core.
Selene screamed into the open jungle, her voice raw, echoing off the vines, her pussy clenching tight around him, pulling him deeper with every inch.
Selene – Trial Time: 00:21
Seed Status: Stable
Orgasm Risk: High
"I-I can't keep up—!" she wailed, her hands slipping on the moss, her thighs trembling, her pussy gushing with arousal as his cock filled her, each thrust a reminder of her vulnerability, her humiliation spiraling as she imagined Sereya, Lyra, and Veyna watching her crawl like a broken slut.
"Then crawl faster," he growled, his grip tightening, fingers bruising her hips, his cock throbbing inside her, his restraint a quiet battle as her tight walls clutched him too hard, threatening to pull him over the edge.
Vines lashed forward, catching Selene's nipples and twisting, their slick tips pinching the sensitive buds with cruel precision.
She choked on a scream, her palms slipping, her small breasts jiggling as milk spurted faintly, her body trembling with overstimulation.
Kota didn't stop moving—he walked her onto his cock, forcing another inch inside as her arms flailed for grip, her pussy clenching hard, her clit pulsing with need.
Selene – Orgasm Warning
"No—! No, I'm gonna—!" she sobbed, her voice breaking, her pussy gushing with arousal, her thighs quaking as the pleasure built to a breaking point, her humiliation kink igniting as she felt like a filthy dairy whore, fucked for all to see.
He slapped her ass, the sharp sting echoing, her plump cheeks jiggling, a spray of arousal hitting his thighs, the sensation sending her pussy into spasms.
"Fuck, fuck—don't—" she gasped, tears streaming, her clit throbbing untouched.
"You wanna die?" he growled, fingers digging into her hips, bruising her soft flesh.
"You want the vines to split you open while I watch?" His voice was rough, commanding, his cock thrusting deeper, stretching her tight walls, her pussy gushing with every movement.
Her head jerked side to side, panic and pleasure boiling over, her small breasts bouncing, milk dripping as her body trembled.
"Th-then make me crawl!" she sobbed, her voice raw, desperateas she surrendered to the jungle's demands.
He grabbed her silver-blonde curls, yanking them back like a leash, the sharp tug making her body jolt.
She moved faster, crawling with desperate, shaky steps, her knees black with moss, her voice a blur of gasps, broken sobs, and needy whimpers, her pussy clenching around his cock with every thrust, dragging her against him in a torturous rhythm.
Trial Time: 00:56
Climax Avoided
Halfway down the path now, the moss pulsing beneath her trembling hands, matching the rhythmic grind of Kota's cock inside her.
His balls were tight as stone, his cock pulsing with painful need, her tight walls rippling with every thrust, each crawl dragging her against him just right, a delicious torture that tested his restraint.
He was shaking now, every second inside her a gamble, his breath ragged as he fought to hold his seed.
"I—I feel it—nnghh—it's coming—!" Selene sobbed through her teeth, her pussy clenching harder, her clit throbbing, her small breasts jiggling with milk-soaked arousal, peaking as she felt like a filthy slut, crawling and fucked for the jungle's amusement.
"Hold it," he commanded, his voice rough, his grip tightening, his cock throbbing inside her, pre-cum mixing with her slick juices.
"Can't—can't—!" she wailed, her body trembling, tears streaming as her pussy spasmed, threatening to break.
Kota leaned down, biting her shoulder sharply, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh, the pain snapping her back from the edge.
She screamed again, her orgasm retreating like a whipped animal, her pussy clenching around his cock, her thighs quaking with denied pleasure.
Trial Time: 1:32
Risk Level: Stable
"Crawl," he commanded, his voice a low growl, his hands guiding her hips, thrusting in a steady rhythm that kept her moving, her pussy gripping him like a vice.
Selene shook, nodded, moved, her thighs spasming, her hands slipping on the slick moss, her pussy making the lewdest, wettest noises with every thrust, echoing through the jungle.
Her back arched, her ass bouncing against him, juices coating his thighs, her moans endless, animal, ruined.
Finish Line Approaching…