NOVEL NEXT Chapter 45: Velira's Words
"Sister…?"
Shaula's voice trembled as she spoke, her hands instinctively covering herself—arms crossed over her chest to hide her stiffened nipples, one palm pressed between her thighs.
In response, the tanned woman—taller, older, with a calm but unreadable expression—sighed, her mouth curling into something between amusement and mild reproach.
"And here I was wondering what was taking you so long."
Her eyes roamed—slow and deliberate—from Shaula's flushed face down to her trembling body, pausing at the faint patches of wetness that had stained the forest floor beneath her thigh.
"So?" she continued, stepping forward, "Why are you out here in the forest, getting yourself all worked up?"
As she spoke, she crouched beside Shaula, casually picking up her clothes that had pooled at the side.
"Well…" Shaula murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
She hesitated—unsure how to explain it to her sister. Her words faltered, so instead, she simply gestured in the direction of the clearing… toward where Eren and Alayne had been.
"That." she said, her voice trailing off as her eyes remained fixed on the two figures beyond the trees, engrossed in their own pleasurable task.
The tanned woman followed her sister's gaze, turning toward the flickering direction where faint, unmistakable moans floated through the air—soft but sultry, leaking through the quiet hush of the forest.
She narrowed her eyes, squinting deeper into the clearing—until the figures became clearer.
Eren. And Alayne.
Caught in it, without shame or embarassment.
Her face didn't change much—but she let out a long sigh and raised a hand to her temple, fingers pressing tightly, to hold back the headache she already knew was coming.
"Of all places… here?" Velira muttered, eyes perplexed as she turned to Shaula.
The younger woman still had her arms placed around her chest and between her thighs, shielding what she could. Her eyes met Velira's, waiting—perhaps hoping—for a reaction.
But Velira only sighed. Her lips parted slowly.
"Look, Shaula..." she said, her voice calm, measured. "Those two? They'd been at it yesterday too." She paused, her tone softening, trying to make her sister understand. "It's best if you just ignore them."
She turned, as if that should end the matter—but Shaula's voice cut in from behind.
"But... isn't Miss Alayne already engaged?"
Velira stopped mid-step, shoulders tightening. She turned halfway back, her eyes weary—not just from the sight she'd just witnessed, but from Shaula stumbling right into it.
"And how many people do you know who haven't commenced adultery, despite being engaged?" she asked bluntly.
Shaula's mouth opened, but the words came out quietly, hesitation laced with disbelief.
"But… isn't Miss Alayne promised to the Marquis' son…?"
Velira's gaze flicked back once more. She exhaled.
"Then let that be the Marquis' problem—and his son's." She tossed the crumpled clothes to Shaula. "Just get dressed and come with me. We've got work to do."
Shaula stared once more into the clearing—at the raw, breathless rhythm unfolding in the distance. It was wild, far beyond anything she'd seen... and honestly? it somehow somehow aroused her.
She sighed, her voice soft, conflicted."But..."
Her steps faltered—words still clinging to her lips. She didn't want to leave. Not yet.
Velira, having taken only a few strides ahead, glanced back. Shaula was still not following—uncertain, hesitant. With a quiet sigh, Velira turned fully, retraced steps, and grabbed tight onto Shaula's shoulders in her hands.
Her eyes locked onto Shaula's, calm but unyielding.
"Do you want to do it?" she asked, steady and direct.
Shaula froze. Her breath hitched, caught completely off guard. She stared into Velira's gaze—so serious, so unreadable—and fumbled on words that wouldn't come.
"Wh-What are you saying, sis..." she stammered, voice barely above a whisper.
Her cheeks flushed. "I know you're my cousin but... still, this..."
The sentence fractured mid-air, never fully forming. Her voice cracked, her thoughts tangled, as she kept looking into Velira's eyes.
But Velira didn't falter.
She didn't take her words back.
Instead, she stepped in closer—eyes unwavering, voice pressing harder."I said…" she repeated, each syllable deliberate, "Do you want to have sex with Eren?"
The weight in her tone was unmistakable—firm, unflinching, and deadly serious. It was the same voice Shaula had only heard from her on the battlefield—the voice of command, of finality, of decisions that couldn't be taken lightly.
Velira continued, her tone low but resolute."We don't have much time. The mission ahead is dangerous, and survival isn't guaranteed. So before we go, I'll ask again—"She paused only long enough for her words to settle, then asked again—sharper this time:"Do you want to have sex with Eren?"
A beat.
Then:
"It'll be short. Alayne and I will be joining you."
Her words cut through the air like a blade, slicing into Shaula's already shaken composure.
Shaula stood there—rattled, breath caught, words lodged somewhere between her heart and her throat.
They wouldn't come out.
They couldn't.
The words stuck in her throat, trembling against her lips but refusing to come out.
Velira pressed further, her gaze firm—unyielding.
Shaula's hands, once protectively covering her chest and the hole beneath, slowly fell to her sides. The traces of her arousal still shimmered faintly along her skin as her fingers curled nervously.
Her lips parted.
At first, no sound came—only a quiet hum, a trembling breath that cracked with hesitation. Her voice was fragile, unsure whether it should be spoken or kept hidden.
But then, she nodded.
Her cheeks burned pink as she glanced away, eyes shy, breath short.
"I… do," she whispered.
Velira finally pulled back, exhaling deeply—her chest rising in a slow release of tension. Shaula, on the other hand, stood frozen—heart hammering, one hand rising to press over her chest in an attempt to steady it.
The weight of the conversation still pressing hard through her body.
In front of her, Velira's thoughts swirled. She bit gently at the corner of her lip, murmuring more to herself than to Shaula.
"I could explain this to Mira… She's my sister, after all. I didn't want to leave her out…"
She trailed off, still piecing together the coming moment in her head.
Shaula's eyes lifted toward her—wide, uncertain, her mouth forming questions she barely managed to speak.
"So…" she started, hesitating again, her voice no louder than a whisper, "…since we're going on that mission you mentioned…" Her eyes dropped to the side, innocence clashing with the clear need behind them. "Would we… do it after we come back?"
Her voice trembled at the edge of hope—of delay.
But Velira stepped closer again, placing a firm, grounding hand on Shaula's shoulder.
Her voice came with gentle calmness, and understanding.
"Dress up."
She smirked.
"You'll be doing it right now."
A pause—then softer, but no less intense:"With us, of course."
And beneath her calm command… her own body stirred—heat rising within her chest, her belly, her thighs.
She was about to do it—alongwith her sister no less.
(Note: None of the characters mentioned, or to be mentioned in the story, engaging in such activity are blood-related or underage. Neither are they portrayed as such in the story. NO INCEST.)