NOVEL NEXT Chapter 33: Velira's Decision
Velira jolted—her breath breaking into a hushed cry—as she clutched his chest tightly. Pressing closer, clinging, trembling, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, leaving a mark.
In response, Eren's breath hitched. The sharp sting of her bite stirred something deep, and a groan escaped his lips.
The sudden movement stirred Mira from her sleep once more. Her eyes fluttered open—to find herself face-to-face with Eren's bare shoulder muscles, rising and falling beneath the dim glow.
It struck her then—how much she needed him.
Especially after last night.
A warm flush bloomed inside her as she became aware of the dampness gathering at the bottom of her gown. Slowly, she slid a hand down—and paused when her fingers found the soaked patch. Drawing them back up, she stared at her hand.
Her fingers glistened.
And she simply looked at them, breath shallow, heart pounding.
Then—back to Eren—as Mira gently placed a finger on his shoulder. Eren jolted slightly, instinctively pushing Velira's hand away from his chest before closing his eyes again, feigning sleep.
Mira watched him carefully, her gaze soft, curious. She slowly lifted her neck, drawing closer, while Velira remained pressed to him from the side. A bead of sweat glistened at Eren's temple.
Mira brought her hand to his chest, letting her fingers glide upward—across his collarbone, along his neck, and finally to his temple. She wiped the sweat away, her breath growing shallower as she leaned in.
Her lips hovered near his ear as she whispered, "Are you awake, Eren?"
Both Velira and Eren heard her.
But neither of them replied.
Mira lingered for a few moments, quietly studying his face—the sharp lines, the soft curves—as her gaze traced every detail. Slowly, she leaned in, her breath brushing his cheek, then his ear.
One hand drifted downward, gliding over the fabric of her gown until it reached the glistening heat between her thighs—the source of her growing arousal. She slipped a finger in, a quiet gasp escaping her lips and landing warm against Eren's skin.
Her voice trembled. "I'm sorry for yesterday, Eren… but now… I don't think I can hold myself back. Not after everything that happened last night."
She moved down—her other hand moved from his chest, trailing down the carved muscle of his waist. Her gaze dropped—fixing on the bulge pressing urgently against his pants.
Guilt and embarrassment flashed in her eyes as she hesitated, then gently pushed on the fabric. Slowly, she lowered herself over him, her face hovering close. Her fingers curled around the shape through the cloth, and she began to pull it down—
Only for the exposed skin beneath to instantly grow wet with the heat rising from it.
She smiled slowly, licking the fabric from above as she murmured, "I couldn't get enough of it." Her hand slid down, gripping him through the cloth before she lowered her mouth onto him—suckling through the fabric in a slow, teasing fellatio.
Meanwhile, as Eren gasped and struggled to breathe, Velira finally opened her eyes. A flicker of disappointment stirred in her chest—he had pulled his fingers out of her. But she understood. Mira couldn't catch them in the act.
Still, her fingers glided back to him, tracing softly along his skin.
She leaned in closer to his gasping, sweat-slicked form and whispered, "Are you too pent up?" Her hand, starting from his cheek, trailed downward—along the center of his chest, across his heaving pecs, and then to his waist—until finally, it found the knot.
Meanwhile, inside, Eren held his breath—silently praying that Mira's eager mouth wouldn't collide with Velira's gliding hand.
But fate had other plans.
Velira wrapped her fingers around his knot, pressing in slowly. Her touch traced along the rough skin, gliding deliberately until she reached what lay beneath—a towering form, fully upright.
Something didn't feel quite right to her. Her fingers tightened around the base, and Eren gulped hard as her grip moved—up… and up—until it finally met Mira's descending lips.
Mira's face bobbed downward just then—only to land right onto Velira's fingers.
Then, as Mira lifted her face and looked up under the dim light, they both noticed—her mouth had been watering in the glow. Velira's fingers were already at Eren's length.
Amidst it all, Eren slept—gulping, murmuring prayers in his sleep—but to no avail.
Mira gasped, eyes locking with Velira's, holding her breath.
"You too…" Velira murmured softly, her voice barely a whisper as her gaze slid toward the man sleeping between them.
"It's already over. Just wake up," she said gently to him.
Mira, confused, didn't understand.
She simply looked at Eren—questions flickering behind her eyes—as Eren blinked his eyes open, seeing Mira still holding his length. Saliva clung to the side of her chin.
He looked away, a hand rising to run through his hair.
"Sorry, Aunt Mira…" he muttered. "After I went to the forest… things happened. We did it… in the heat of the moment."
Mira was still gasping—confused by the situation—as Velira sensed things might spiral badly. But setting aside the rush of emotions from the sudden revelation, she quickly straightened up and stormed toward Mira before she could react. Grabbing her by the hands, Velira said, "Eren, you have to show courage now."
Mira blinked. "What are you—"
But before she could finish, Eren had already risen to his knees. Velira perched up Mira's gown, revealing the slick heat of arousal pulsing unstoppably beneath. And just as Mira opened her mouth to speak—
Velira yanked down Eren's trousers with one hand, and with the other, pulled Mira toward him—
Eren thrust in.
A guttural yelp tore through the night sky, Mira's scream of "Aaahhhh!" escaping the window, echoing wild through the tavern.
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One hand clutched the top of her head as beads of sweat gathered at her scalp, trailing down to her temples before scattering across her flushed skin. Eren rocked into her again, deeper, steadier. Mira's hand slid from her temples to her mouth, pressing against it—desperate to muffle the moans she could no longer hold back. Her eyes clenched shut, every nerve alight with sensation.