NOVEL NEXT Chapter 48: Shaula's Urgency
Shaula came—right there—while her sister watched, alongside the man her sister had promised would do her.
Her legs gave out beneath her, and she slumped to the ground, head hanging low. Sweat dripped from her brow, arousal still leaking down her thighs. Eren stared at her—stunned, silent—unable to hide the shock in his eyes.
Eren stared—perplexed. The Shaula he'd met back at the camp—the girl he had quietly assumed to be pure from the first glance—was the one now trembling before him. This side of her… he hadn't imagined.
Velira, standing beside him, let a sly, glinting smirk curl across her lips. She knew exactly why she'd brought her sister here. Her hand slipped onto Eren's shoulder—pulling him out of his daze.
Eren blinked, still watching Shaula slumped at their feet, gasping, dazed, her thighs slick with heat. He parted his lips, his voice low and uncertain."Why… why is she here?"
In response to his question, Velira let out a low hum, lips still closed.Then she stepped closer—slow, deliberate—until her mouth hovered near Eren's ear. Her breath brushed against his bare nape, warm and heavy.
"That's where… 'I don't tell Mira' part comes in," she whispered.
Eren blinked, confused, the words not fully registering. He turned to her, lips parted in uncertainty.
Velira didn't wait—she clarified, her voice sharper now.
"You," she said, pointing directly at him, locking eyes. Then she turned—toward Shaula, still slumped, breathing heavily."Do her."
She let the words hang in the air, sinking deep.
"Then I," she added, gesturing to herself with a glint in her eye, "…don't tell Mira."
There was satisfaction in her voice now. A sense of control. A strange, unsettling relief in her gaze—as if a weight had shifted.
"Isn't that a great plan?" Velira said with a glinting smile, her gaze fixed on Eren.
Beside her, her arms still draped over him, Eren just stood—watching it all unfold.Velira's teasing words, Shaula's trembling movements… and most of all, the undeniable truth pulsing beneath.
His cock—somehow still ached for more—twitching beneath the weight of his breath, the tension refusing to fade.
He watched her closely. Shaula's gaze slowly flickered upward, hesitation etched into every movement of her eyes. Her head tilted back, trembling slightly—sweat trailing down her temples in thin beads.
Then her eyes stopped—frozen. Locked onto one thing.
The very thing of Eren, her sister had promised.
Eren's cock. Twitching, thick, rising from his pelvis—veins beneath the taut skin, pulsing with each beat, standing tall before her. It loomed in front of her now—prideful, imposing, and terrifying all at once.
Her breath caught. The heat returned, surging up from deep within her, as her thighs involuntarily clenched.
It was scary—Because no matter how one looked at it, no matter the angle, no matter how she tried to reason it—She couldn't imagine that massive, monstrous thing sliding in and out of her. Not when she had just seen what it had done to Alayne.
Her breath hitched.
Even up close—so close she could see every twitch, every pulse—but all she could do now was tremble, her pussy clenching involuntarily, heat stirring deep within her. Sweat trailed down her temples as she fought to stay still.
But somewhere inside her—beneath the fear, the disbelief, the helpless awe—The heat still rose. Quiet but persistent. As if her body had already made the choice her mind hadn't caught up to yet.
Somewhere deep inside her—beneath the fear, beneath the doubt—She still wanted it. Wanted that cock, no matter the shape, no matter the impossible size. Even as thoughts of how she could ever take something so big tore through her mind like a storm, The desire stayed.
Her gaze remained fixed—locked onto it. Eren's cock, thick and twitching in front of her, demanding attention. It pulsed with heat, with hunger—And her body, despite everything, answered with its own heat burning inside her cunt.
Meanwhile, Eren—acutely aware of Shaula's gaze locked on his cock—wore a confused, uncertain expression.He didn't know how to proceed, how to read the situation, or how to act.
Velira, sensing his hesitation, pressed her hand more firmly onto his shoulder. Her grip was grounding, steady—her gaze, certain.
She guided him forward, nudging him toward Shaula, who still lay on the ground—her breath shallow, her thoughts consumed by the very thing she couldn't stop staring at.
"Look, Eren," Velira said, turning toward him, voice smooth and coaxing. "Just do as I tell you."
She paused, her hand gently brushing over Shaula's trembling form.
"After all… it's her first time, of course"
Velira gently pulled Shaula upright. As her senses returned, shame crashed down on her—hard. The realization of her own raw, impulsive desire assaulted her mind, and her cheeks flushed a deep, burning red. She couldn't meet anyone's gaze.
Velira, ever the instigator, simply patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry," she said with a soft, knowing tone.
Her eyes drifted toward Alayne, still lying back, chest rising and falling with heavy, spent breaths. A glint of amusement curved Velira's lips into a smirk.
"After all," she added, "we're all like that here."
Velira gently guided Shaula forward—toward Eren—until her trembling face was just inches from his. Then, stepping back, she gave her sister a final nudge, both physical and verbal.
"Go for his lips," she instructed, voice calm but unmistakably firm. She stood tall on the rocky plain, her gaze steady, unwavering.
"He won't pull back."
Then, casting a glance at Eren—his expression still unreadable but frozen in place—she added with a quiet certainty,
"And neither will he stop."
Hearing her sister's words, Shaula sucked in a deep breath, eyes wide with panic and disbelief. After all, it was her being asked to take the lead. Her, being pushed into the first move.
She flinched, voice cracking as she began to protest, "But—"
But Velira didn't give her a chance to speak.She cut in, firm and unyielding.
"No buts."
Then she leaned in, her voice low, laced with quiet authority. "Because—if you want something after this," she said, her eyes flashing with a knowing glint, "You'll have to take it. Snatch it—no matter the time, the place… or the moment itself, even if it belongs to someone else."
Shaula lowered her gaze, lips trembling, her breath catching in her throat.Eren stood above her, silent, watching.
Her heart pounded. Blood rushed in her ears. And in that moment, she felt the world narrow—to desire, to fear… and the decision she was being asked to make.
She steadied herself, drawing in a shaky breath.Yes, she told herself. Yes.
If every time after this… I'm the one who has to take the chance—Then I have to be the one who pushes for it.
No more waiting. No more hesitating. This was the moment—and it had to start with her.
Then, with her eyes shut tight, Shaula jolted up—A sharp, desperate motion—Her mouth crashed onto Eren's, hard.
It wasn't a kiss. Not something gentle or hesitant. She didn't want softness—she wanted him.
Eren's eyes widened in shock as she pushed further, her lips pressing insistently against his, then forcing them apart. Her tongue surged past his resistance, invading his mouth with heat and hunger.
Wetness and lust poured into him—her breath ragged, her taste thick with need. Her tongue danced, tangled, pulled, and pushed against his in a wild, frantic embrace. It was messy. Raw. And undeniably Shaula's.