NOVEL NEXT Chapter 96: Map 2 Level 3 - 4
Sereya's voice stabbed the air.
"Do not touch me there." Her words were aimed at the jungle, not Kota, her pussy clenching around his cock as the vine teased her, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
The jungle listened, the vine retreating, but not before she stumbled, her palms slipping slightly, his cock plunging deeper, stretching her tight walls to their limit.
She gasped, her heavy breasts bouncing, milk dripping in thin streams, her clit throbbing with need.
Kota's grip tightened, his fingers bruising her hips as he leaned in, his breath hot against her back.
"Crawl, Sereya," he commanded, his voice rough, his cock throbbing inside her.
"You speak to me like a servant—" she snapped, her voice breaking, her pussy pulsing with humiliated pleasure.
"Crawl," he repeated, thrusting deep, his cock hitting her sensitive depths, sending a jolt through her core.
She moaned, louder than she meant, her voice echoing through the jungle, her pussy clenching hard around him, wetness flooding her thighs.
Sereya – Orgasm Risk: Moderate
She bit her lip hard, her pace slowing, her heavy breasts swaying, milk dripping as her arousal built, threatening to break her royal resolve.
Kota pulled back, then slammed forward once, his cock stretching her pussy, the impact wrenching a cry from her throat.
"Do not—ah!—not like that—" she gasped, her voice trembling, tears of humiliation pricking her amber eyes, her pussy throbbing untouched.
"Say it," he growled, his hands gripping her hips, his cock thrusting deeper, each stroke a test of her pride.
She glared over her shoulder, her long black hair matted with sweat, her voluptuous body trembling. "Say what?"
"Say you want to be fucked like the others," he said, his voice low, commanding, his cock pulsing inside her.
"Never—" she snarled, her pussy clenching hard, her clit aching with need.
Another thrust, deeper, harder, her arms shaking violently, her heavy breasts bouncing, milk spurting faintly.
He growled, "Then crawl like a queen before I breed you like a whore."
She snapped forward, her hands digging into the moss, her back arching perfectly, her voluptuous body moving with desperate precision.
She crawled faster, her pussy gushing with each thrust, her nipples dripping milk, her clit throbbing untouched as she fought to maintain control.
Trial Time: 1:53
Kota felt her tightening again, her slick walls clutching his cock, one more thrust threatening to push her over the edge.
His balls were tight, his cock pulsing with painful need, his restraint a blade in his gut.
He pulled out just before the finish, his cock glistening with her juices, her pussy clenching around nothing, a ruined moan escaping her lips, soft and broken.
Trial Complete – Sereya
Seed Contained. Orgasm Withheld.
Sereya dropped to her knees across the glowing finish line, her arms shaking, her head lowered, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders.
Milk dripped from her dark nipples onto the moss, her pussy throbbing with denied pleasure, her voluptuous body trembling with humiliated submission.
Her voice, strained and barely audible, hissed, "Never… speak of this."
Kota's silence was his only answer, his chest heaving, his cock still hard, glistening with her slick arousal, his dark eyes scanning the clearing as the jungle's next move loomed.
The jungle chimed softly, its voice cold and clinical:
Next Pair: Lyra
Positioning Initiated.
From the shadows, a breathless moan echoed—Lyra, her willowy body tensing as the vines lifted her, positioning her for the trial, her small breasts heaving, her slick pussy glistening, ready for Kota's cock.
Lyra didn't cry out when the vines took her.
She sighed, a soft exhale like silk torn open in slow motion, her willowy body rising into the air with a grace that belied the jungle's cruelty.
Her arms hung limp, her head bowed, her long red hair splaying like blood in the greenish-gold moonlight.
The vines wrapped her wrists loosely, as if asking rather than ordering, her small breasts heaving, nipples stiff and flushed dark pink, her slick pussy glistening between her spread thighs.
She whispered something under her breath as she was lowered into position—knees bent, palms grazing the slick moss, hips gently lifted, her ass trembling with want, not fear.
Kota caught her words, faint but deliberate: "Let this one be the end."
The HUD flickered in their vision, its crimson script cold and unyielding:
Trial Commenced – Lyra
Position: Wheelbarrow
Partner: Kota
Time Limit: 2:00
Seed Status: Stable
Orgasm Risk: HIGH – Consent override registered
Kota stepped behind her, his dark eyes locking on hers, his breath steady but heavy with arousal, his cock straining painfully against his pants, still slick from Sereya.
Lyra's legs were already spread, her back curving like an invitation, her plump ass trembling, her pussy gleaming red and raw, lips twitching open with each pulse of her breath, dripping with arousal before he even touched her.
He hesitated, his jaw tightening, his cock throbbing with need. "Are you trying to fail?" he muttered, his voice low, rough with the strain of restraint.
She looked back, her smoky eyes hooded, serene, a faint smile curling her lips.
"If you make me finish," she said softly, her voice a sultry whisper, "you'll never have to carry me again."
Her pussy pulsed visibly, wetness dripping down her inner thighs, her masochistic desire flaring as she surrendered to the trial.
He knelt behind her, aligning himself, his hands gripping her hips, fingers bruising her porcelain skin.
With one slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, his thick cock stretching her molten slick pussy, her tight walls yielding like she was made for him, welcoming every inch with a soft, sucking heat.
Lyra gasped, short and sharp, her head dipping lower, her palms pressing into the slick moss, her arms shaking—not from pain, but raw need.
Her pussy clutched him, a vice of muscle and submission, opening fully, her body trembling as she surrendered completely, her masochistic bliss etched in her quivering frame.
Kota nearly groaned, his cock throbbing inside her, his jaw tightening as he fought the urge to lose himself.
His hands gripped her hips harder, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
They began.