NOVEL NEXT Chapter 98: Map 2 Level 3 - 6
Veyna's pussy clenched like a spasm, hot and obscene, gripping him like a vice as wetness flooded her thighs, her cursed fire flaring, her small breasts bouncing with each movement.
He growled, his voice rough, "You fail this, you die." His hands dug into her hips, his cock throbbing inside her, his restraint a quiet battle as her tight walls threatened to pull him over the edge.
She grinned over her shoulder, her slitted eyes wild, "Better make me finish, then."
Her voice was a taunt, her pussy pulsing with manic lust, daring him to lose.
She didn't crawl—she ran, her first lunge forward rocking Kota off-balance, her hands slamming into the moss with reckless power.
Her legs kicked behind her, fucking herself backward on his cock with each thrust of her crawl, her plump ass clapping against him—wet, loud, filthy, the sound echoing through the jungle like a primal drum.
"Oh fuck—I missed this—I missed being a fucking fucktoy!" she moaned, her voice breaking, her pussy gushing with arousal, her small breasts jiggling, milk dripping from her nipples as her cursed fire flared brighter.
Veyna – Orgasm Risk: Maximum
Kota – Seed Tension: Surpassing Safe Limits
"Slow down," he growled, his hands bruising her hips, his cock throbbing painfully as her tight walls clutched him, each bounce a delicious torture that tested his restraint.
"Make me," she taunted, writhing forward, her ass bouncing, her cunt gripping like a fist soaked in lava, milking him with every crawl, her clit pulsing untouched, wetness flooding her thighs.
He pulled her hair, yanking her back hard, her wild braids tangling in his fist.
She screamed with laughter, her back arching, sweat flying from her freckled skin, her pussy clenching harder around his cock.
"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" she teased, her voice breathless, manic, her slitted eyes glinting with challenge.
"One slip—one pulse—and splat. Game over, jungle boy." Her pussy pulsed deliberately, daring him to lose, her small breasts bouncing, milk spurting faintly.
He slapped her ass, the sting echoing, her plump cheeks jiggling, a fresh wave of wetness gushing from her pussy.
Another slap, harder, her moan louder, her cunt spasming around him. He grabbed her neck, choking her lightly, his fingers pressing just enough to make her gasp.
Her crawl slowed—barely—her body trembling, her pussy clenching with every thrust. Trial Time: 1:03
Kota: Pre-cum Detected
Veyna: Orgasm Imminent
He leaned forward, his lips at her ear, his breath hot, "You'll die if you finish." His voice was a low growl, his cock throbbing inside her, his restraint a blade in his gut.
She panted, mad with heat, her voice wrecked with lust, "Fucking worth it—!" Her pussy clenched harder, her small breasts jiggling, milk dripping as her cursed fire flared, her thighs quaking with need.
He slammed her hard—once, deep, brutal—his cock stretching her tight walls to their limit, wrenching a scream from her throat.
Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming, her climax teetering on the edge.
He pulled out, his cock glistening with her nectar, twitching angrily as he denied her release.
Veyna shrieked, "NOOO—fuck—put it back—put it back in—!" Her voice hoarse, guttural, insane, she collapsed face-down on the moss, drooling, twitching, her pussy gaping, slick gushing onto the ground, her small breasts heaving, milk trickling from her nipples.
Trial Complete – Veyna
Seed Contained. Orgasm: Denied
She slammed her fist into the moss, laughing, breathless, destroyed.
"You're evil," she groaned, her slitted eyes wild, her pussy still throbbing, wetness pooling beneath her. "God, I'm wet. I'm fucking ruined. Do it again."
Kota breathed heavily, his arms shaking, his cock leaking with frustration, pulsing painfully with denied release.
The vines retracted, the path closing, the jungle's hunger sated—for now.
Trial status: Concluded
Seed Withheld: 4/4
Arousal State: Max Persistent
Next Trial Loading…
Kota looked up, his chest heaving, his dark eyes scanning the clearing.
All four girls lay wrecked—Selene sobbing, Sereya snarling, Lyra moaning softly, Veyna laughing deliriously—their bodies trembling, pussies dripping, nipples aching, each wrecked by the trial but alive, bound by their shared endurance and Kota's unyielding restraint.
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The jungle fell silent, its heartbeat slowing, the moss path dimming beneath them, slick with the juices and milk of the completed trial.
The air hung heavy with the musky scent of arousal, sweat, and desperation, the vines retreating into the shadows, their flowers closing with soft, moist sighs.
Kota stood at the center, his lean, scarred body tense, his tight pants clinging to his thighs, his cock throbbing painfully, glistening with Veyna's slick, pre-cum soaking the fabric as he fought to maintain control.
The four women—Selene, Sereya, Lyra, and Veyna—lay scattered across the glowing moss, their bodies wrecked, trembling, denied release, their pussies dripping, nipples aching, breaths ragged with unspent need.
No fanfare announced their success, no congratulatory ping from the HUD—just heat, dripping silence, and four female bodies, feral with want, their eyes fixed on Kota, their desires unleashed without the structure of a trial to contain them.
Selene stirred first, her petite body shaking as she pushed herself upright, her knees buckling under the weight of her need.
Her sheer white shift was gone, leaving her naked, her small breasts sore and heaving, cherry-pink nipples puffed and raw, her virgin pussy red and glistening, slick with arousal that dripped down her trembling thighs.
Her hands trembled as she cupped her breasts, squeezing them softly, a faint bead of milk forming at her nipple.
"K-Kota…" Her voice broke, a desperate whimper, her violet eyes glistening with tears and humiliated need.
"You didn't let me…" Her lip trembled, her pussy clenching with unspent desire. "I need to cum…"
Lyra dragged herself up next, her willowy body glistening with sweat and milk, her small breasts heaving, nipples stiff and flushed dark pink.
She knelt before him, her palms open, her mouth parting like a ritual offering, her long red hair splayed across her shoulders, her slick pussy throbbing between her spread thighs.
Her smoky eyes were glazed but focused, locked on his straining cock.
"You promised I'd die gently," she whispered, her voice a sultry plea, her masochistic desire burning in her gaze.
"So let me die now. Let me cum. Please." Her thighs quivered, wetness dripping onto the moss, her body trembling with need.