NOVEL NEXT Chapter 46: The Cryful Wails Through The Clearing
(Note: None of the characters in this story are blood-related or underage. The story does not attempt to portray such themes. All explicit or brutal sexual scenes depicted are consensual between the parties involved prior.)
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Velira's breath quickened—the thrill of taboo surging through her body—as she clutched Shaula's hand, ready to head toward the spot where Alayne and Eren remained frenzied in their rhythm.
But Shaula gasped, her voice sharp, cutting through the wilderness.
"Wait!" she cried, pitching forward slightly.
"What?" Velira asked, turning back sharply.
Shaula stood there—nipples taut, arousal still glistening faintly along her inner thighs. She clutched the crumpled dress in one hand, the other pulling gently at the arm Velira had been holding.
Her voice soft, almost embarrassed.
"The dress…" she murmured, glancing down—clearly referring to her own nakedness.
Velira sighed at her words, then remarked dryly, "You're going to end up naked there anyway. Might as well go without clothes from here."
A sly, curlful smile played on her lips as she added,"Your chances of getting Eren's cock that way? It would be much higher."
She raised an eyebrow, amused at her perked up nipples.
Shaula gasped in return, face burning as she yelped out in protest, "Sister!"
Velira laughed, giving Shaula a light pat on the shoulder."Joking. Joking."
Then she released her grip, letting Shaula's hand fall free.
"Get dressed quickly," she added, her tone returning to something more practical. "We need to pack our things."
She paused for a moment—thoughtful—then added, "We march west by nightfall."
Shaula nodded with a small pout and quickly slipped on her clothes. Her undergarments still lay in a crumpled heap nearby—ignored. The fabric of her dress clung slightly, her nipples visibly pressing through the front, and a faint damp patch marked the space between her thighs—visible.
She glanced toward Velira, tugging lightly at her dress.
"Would this do?" she asked.
Velira's gaze drifted to the obvious peaks beneath the fabric. Without warning, she reached out and gave one nipple a sharp, firm pull and twist.
Shaula gasped, stumbling back.
"Sister!" she yelped, her face flushing red.
Velira laughed—unapologetic, her chuckle bubbling into a full-on laugh as tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
"Alright, alright. My fault." She wiped at her cheek, still chuckling. "Shall we go?"
She extended a hand—sliding it from her own knee outward in invitation, palm open.
Shaula hesitated, cheeks still burning.
Velira's voice lowered.
"We don't have much time."
Shaula held her fingers close to her chest for a moment, hesitating—her breath shallow, eyes flicking to the forest.
Then, with a quiet hum—more to herself than to Velira—she extended her hand and gave a small nod.
"Alright… Mhm."
It was soft. A final push of resolve.
And with that, the two of them stepped forward.
Meanwhile, in the clearing—
Alayne clawed at Eren's chest, her nails digging into his skin as she cried out,
"I can— I can't—!"
Her words blurred and cracked each time he drove himself fully into her, the pleasure scrambling her thoughts—each thrust sending the lights out of her brain signals, leaving her breathless and undone only to comeback when he pushed her forward.
She barely registered anything—
Eren had her in a full stand-and-deliver—her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. Thighs quivering with each thrust.
He hammered her with raw, relentless force—her petite frame bouncing helplessly against him.
His recently recovered hand coming in aid; the frustration pent up in him—by the sight of Alayne's bouncing breasts; bobbing uncontrollably with each slam—pushed him beyond the brink of restraint.
He couldn't focus on anything else.
Those breasts… those cries… the slight heat of that tight, trembling pussy sorrounding his cock.
And so, he drove in harder—deeper—lost in the rhythm of her hips clapping against his.
Alayne wailed louder, her cries ringing through the entire clearing—
Tears streamed from Alayne's eyes—the pleasure far too much to bear.
Her pussy convulsed around him in nonstop waves, trembling and clenching uncontrollably… begging Eren to let go.And still, he didn't stop.He showed no sign of letting up.
Her nails raked down his chest, leaving desperate red trails in their wake.
This kind of stimulation—being used so savagely, her entire body handled like a toy, a living pocket pussy—was entirely new to her.She'd never been… never been used like this.
Earlier, when she'd been taken inside the tavern room—when she'd dominated Eren—he had been in pain, vulnerable. In need of her.
That's why she had been able to climb on top… to take control of their dynamic, even if only for a little while.
Even now—when she saw Eren approaching—she'd assumed she'd be the one in control. The one leading. The one deciding the pace and positions. The one in charge today.
But to her surprise—and with a suddenness that left her breathless—the boy she had once imagined keeping as her personal plaything… the one she wanted to train to lick her, to tend to her personal sexual desires, to satisfy her more than her own fiancé ever could…was no longer the same boy.
Now, he was the one pushing into her—driving himself deep, Ravaging herself—like a personal pussy. Taking full control.
His cock slammed into her small, once-defiant pussy, which had now begun to mold around him, reshaping itself to accommodate his size.
Whatever control she thought she had was gone.
She wasn't leading anymore nor commanding.Nothing she said in this moment was being followed.
The sex was no longer hers to control.
She had been completely overtaken by Eren's raw, unrelenting desire—claimed by it.And to her own surprise—something she never would've imagined—
She was getting wetter, more aroused by being used like this.
For some reason—By now, she was enjoying it.
The hard thrusts. The relentless gasps. The way her pussy stretched—expanding—to take him in—accomodation.
She hated it.And liked it.
All at the same time.
The sudden, hard punch of his cock against her deepest, most sensitive spot sent a jolt of pain through her—But somehow, even that pain, in the very next breath, turned into pleasure, the moment her pulled away.
The sudden hammering inside her sending flashes of pain—Yet when pulled away, she found herself longing for the same.Her voice had long since abandoned, words lost in a frenzy.Mouth wide open, no longer trying to keep it shut—saliva flung with each ragged gasp, under each relentless slam. Saliva splattering around—onto the ground—spraying Eren, without care.
Right now, all she could do was wail.
Yelps of pleasure rising deep from her sharp, broken voice.
Her back arched—breaking. Her hips red from the relentless clapping below. And still—amidst it all, her mind held only one thought—one desperate plea—
"More, Eren! I Want More!"
She wailed. The voice tearing through her throat in a deep, desperate cry.