NOVEL NEXT Chapter 97: Map 2 Level 3 - 5
Lyra's crawl was slow, measured, almost delicate, each palm landing flat on the moss with reverent care, her knees barely skimming the ground.
The motion was ritualistic, her pussy dragging on his cock, sucking softly, rhythmically, deliberately seducing his release with every roll of her hips.
She wanted him to lose, her pussy clenching with calculated intent, wetness flooding her thighs, her small breasts bouncing with each movement, nipples stiff and aching.
Lyra – Orgasm Risk: Critical
Seed Status: Strained
HUD Note: Participant voluntarily vulnerable to climax.
Kota gritted his teeth, his balls tight as stone, his cock pulsing with painful need.
Her pussy was too good—too wet, too slow, a delicious torture that tested his restraint.
He slapped her ass once, hard, the sting echoing, her plump cheeks jiggling, a fresh wave of wetness gushing from her pussy.
She moaned into the floor, her voice low and filthy, vibrating through her spine into him.
Another slap, sharper, her moan louder, her pussy clenching violently around his cock, pulling him deeper.
"Faster," he growled, his voice rough, his hands bruising her hips. "Or you're going to get us both killed."
Her reply was a whisper, breathless and serene.
"That sounds perfect." Her small breasts bounced, her nipples stiffening further, her pussy throbbing with masochistic delight.
The vines pulsed above them, watching, waiting, their slick tips glistening with nectar.
One lashed out, brushing her swollen clit with a teasing flick, sending a jolt through her core.
Lyra jerked mid-crawl, her hands slipping, her pussy tightening violently around his cock, a spray of arousal hitting his thighs.
Climax Detection: Near Miss
1:08 remaining
"Lyra—" he hissed, his voice strained, his cock throbbing inside her.
"Don't you fucking dare."
She turned her head slightly, her smoky eyes glinting, her voice breathless.
"You're the one in me. You stop it." Her pussy pulsed, her thighs trembling, wetness dripping as she crawled, her body shaking with the effort to hold back.
He grabbed her long red hair, yanking it back like a leash, the sharp tug wrenching a gasp from her throat, her small breasts bouncing, her pussy clenching harder.
Her crawl didn't break, her palms pressing into the moss, her knees trembling as she moved forward.
His thrusts grew shallow, hips twitching, his restraint a blade in his gut.
He was close—too close—his balls aching, his cock pulsing with every drag of her slick walls.
Seed Pressure: MAX
Lyra panted, her body soaked, her pussy clenching in rolling waves, her knees wobbling, her small breasts jiggling with each movement.
She was trying to keep it in, her masochistic desire warring with her discipline, but she was losing, her pussy gushing with every thrust.
One meter left.
Her arms collapsed, her body starting to cum—
Kota pulled out, his cock glistening with her nectar, twitching angrily as he denied her climax.
Milk-thick slick gushed from her pussy as she screamed into the moss, thrashing, hips pulsing with a ruined orgasm that had no cock to welcome, her small breasts heaving, her pussy dripping onto the ground.
The jungle pulsed once, then went still.
Trial Complete – Lyra #022
Seed Contained. Orgasm: Denied (Anchor extract override)
Lyra lay shaking, her head pressed to the floor, mouth open, breath hitched like sobs, but a soft, empty smile curled her lips—grateful, serene, her body wrecked with masochistic fulfillment, her pussy still throbbing, wetness pooling beneath her.
Kota's breath was ragged, his cock pulsing, soaked in her juices, aching with denied release.
He stood, his chest heaving, his dark eyes scanning the clearing as the jungle's next move loomed.
The jungle chimed softly, its voice cold and clinical:
Next Pair: Veyna.
Positioning Initiated.
From the shadows, a hot, breathless laugh echoed—Veyna, her freckled 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.
"Oh baby… now it's my turn," she rasped, her voice raw with manic lust, her slitted eyes wild with anticipation.
The vines didn't drag Veyna—they yielded to her wild charge as she strode from the shadows, her naked body a vision of chaotic fire and desire.
Her freckled skin glowed faintly with cursed flames, her wild orange-red braids swaying like embers in the humid breeze, her small breasts bouncing with each cocky step, nipples hard and beading with sweat.
She laughed, breathless and manic, her slick pussy throbbing visibly between her thighs, wetness dripping down her inner legs, her unstable energy radiating like heat from a blaze, her eyes slitted and wild with lust and madness.
Trial Initiated – Veyna
Position: Wheelbarrow
Partner: Kota
Time Limit: 2:00
Seed Status: Critical Baseline
She didn't wait for the vines, dropping to her hands with a smirk, flipping her hips up like a slut on display, her plump ass trembling, her pussy glistening and ready, lips parted with arousal.
"Come on, jungle boy," she purred, her voice rough and teasing, laced with desperate need, her body quivering. "Let's burn that cock out of your spine."
Kota's cock was still slick from Lyra, angry and throbbing, his lean body tense, his dark eyes locking on her with unyielding focus.
His breath was ragged, his restraint fraying, pre-cum soaking his tight pants as he approached. Inside, he was boiling—his balls aching from withheld release, his cock pulsing with the need to spill, but he knew the stakes: one slip, and it was over.
He stepped behind her, grabbing her hips, his fingers digging into her freckled flesh, bruising her as he slid in without warning, his thick cock stretching her hot, obscene pussy, her walls clenching like a spasm, sucking him deeper with every inch.
Veyna howled, her body arching, her small breasts jiggling, her pussy gushing around him as pleasure ripped through her.
"FUCK—hah—yes! That's it! Don't hold back—I wanna feel the hate, baby!" Her voice was ragged, her unstable lust flaring, her cursed fire making her skin glow hotter, her thighs trembling as she pushed back against him, her ass slapping his hips.