NOVEL NEXT Chapter 95: Map 2 Level 3 - 3
Kota forced her faster, his cock thrusting deeper, stretching her tight pussy, her small breasts jiggling, milk dripping as she crawled.
"I'm a c-cream slut," she sobbed, her voice breaking, "just don't let me die—fuck—I'm crawling, I'm crawling—!"
Five meters. Four. Three—
Trial Complete – Selene
Seed Contained.
Orgasm Withheld.
Selene collapsed across the glowing finish line, face down in the moss, shaking, drooling, her petite body rocking from phantom pulses, her pussy gaping, twitching, a string of slick stretching from Kota's cock as he pulled out slowly, his breath ragged, his cock glistening with her juices.
He stood, his chest heaving, his cock still hard, throbbing painfully, his restraint a testament to his resolve.
The jungle chimed softly, acknowledging their success, the moss path fading, the vines retreating into the shadows.
Sereya watched from above, her voluptuous body suspended in the vines, her heavy breasts heaving, dark nipples stiff, her amber eyes narrowed with fury and arousal, her slick pussy throbbing between her spread thighs.
"You'll pay for this," she whispered, her voice a low purr, laced with humiliated desire. "But not yet."
Lyra moaned softly, her willowy body hanging loose, her small breasts glistening with sweat, her smoky eyes unfocused, lips curling.
"…My death would've been beautiful," she purred, her pussy dripping with arousal.
Veyna laughed, delirious, her small breasts still twitching, milk trickling from her nipples, her slitted eyes wild.
Selene was silent, tears streaking her cheeks, her mouth twitching, her voice a faint whisper.
"…thank you…" Her small breasts heaved, her pussy still throbbing, giving way to a fragile gratitude.
Kota said nothing, his cock still hard, his body tense, his dark eyes scanning the clearing as the jungle's next move loomed.
The jungle chimed again, its voice cold and clinical:
Next Pair: Sereya.
Positioning Initiated.
From the shadows, the queen snarled, her voluptuous body tensing as the vines began to lift her, positioning her for the trial, her slick pussy glistening, ready for Kota's cock.
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The vines watched, their slick tendrils twitching faintly, flowers blooming with soft, moist sighs, their petals unfurling like swollen labia, stirring the group's desires—Sereya's voluptuous form trembling with rage and arousal.
The vines moved with ceremony, lifting Sereya slowly, unlike Selene's chaotic positioning.
Her voluptuous body rose, arms held at her sides, legs parting smoothly as tendrils supported her creamy thighs and calves with a precision that mocked her royal pride.
Her long black hair hung like a silken veil over her shoulder, her heavy breasts heaving, dark nipples stiff and beading with milk from the previous trial, her slick pussy glistening between her spread thighs.
The jungle treated her like the queen she believed herself to be—but even queens were made to crawl.
The HUD flickered in their vision, its crimson script cold and unyielding:
Trial Commenced – Sereya
Position: Wheelbarrow
Partner: Kota
Time Limit: 2:00
Seed Status: Monitored
Sereya spoke before her hands touched the moss, her voice iron, cutting through the humid air.
"I will not be degraded like this." Her thighs flexed with tension, her amber eyes blazing with defiance, but her pussy throbbed, wetness dripping down her legs, betraying her hidden desire.
Kota approached, his dark eyes locking on hers, calm but burning with intensity, his cock still hard from Selene's crawl, twitching visibly beneath his tight pants.
Her gaze flicked to it, cold and controlled, but beneath it—heat, a spark of humiliated arousal that made her clit pulse.
"You can mount me," she said softly, her voice a purr of disdain, "but know this. I remain above you." Her full lips parted slightly, her breath shallow, her heavy breasts trembling with the weight of her pride.
He didn't speak, his presence a quiet command as he knelt behind her, aligning himself with her slick, glistening pussy.
With one slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, his thick cock stretching her tight walls, filling her inch by inch, her pussy hot and defiant, clenching like she was trying to trap him inside.
Sereya inhaled sharply—just once, her lips parting, but she didn't moan, her amber eyes narrowing as she fought the pleasure, her pussy pulsing with every inch of him.
Her arms tensed, palms pressing into the slick moss as the vines lowered her into position, her voluptuous body held high, refusing to collapse into the degradation.
Kota's hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, bruising her creamy skin.
They began, her crawl measured, precise, each step forward an elegant motion, her palms sinking into the moss, her ass lifted like she was still seated on a throne, her heavy breasts bouncing beneath her, milk dripping faintly.
He fucked her slow, controlled, each thrust matching her pace, his cock sliding deep into her slick heat, her pussy clenching with defiance, wetness gushing with every movement.
Sereya – Orgasm Risk: Minimal
Her breasts swayed, full and heavy from the milking trial, streaked with sweat, a single drop of white slipping from her dark nipple to the jungle floor.
She froze, her breath hitching, her pussy tightening around his cock, arousal betraying her royal composure.
He slapped her ass, the sharp sting echoing, her voluptuous cheeks jiggling, a fresh wave of wetness flooding her thighs.
She flinched but moved again, her crawl resuming with stubborn precision.
"You will not break me," she hissed, her voice sharp, her amber eyes glaring over her shoulder, her pussy throbbing with humiliated desire.
"I don't need to break you," he replied, his voice low, steady, his cock thrusting deeper, stretching her tight walls.
"You're melting." His words cut through her pride, her clit pulsing untouched, her nipples hardening further.
She snarled, her long black hair swaying as the path tightened, vines whipping past her shoulders, grazing her skin with teasing flicks.
She didn't look up, her focus locked on the moss, her crawl unwavering.
He thrust harder, his cock plunging deeper, each stroke a deliberate challenge to her control, her pussy gushing with arousal.
Trial Time: 00:51
The vines tested her, one coiling around her waist, tightening briefly, another stroking between her legs, brushing her swollen clit with a slick, nectar-coated tip.