NOVEL NEXT Chapter 50: Velira's
Shaula's body convulsed in his arms, jerking, trembling with every pulse. Her gasp broke into a cry, a moan so loud it filled the clearing and echoed off. She quivered, back arched, as Eren finished inside her—stuffing her full, every drop buried deep.
From the side, Velira simply watched. Her smile widened, eyes glinting in the light. One hand had already wandered between her legs, finger brushing over her own soaked entrance.
"My turn…"
The words were barely audible, carried away on the cool breeze—but her smirk said everything.
Velira approached slowly.Eren stood still, arms locked onto Shaula, her body suspended—lifted high, pressing against his chest.His breath came sharp, his chest rising and falling, brushing against Shaula's bare skin.
Shaula's breasts were pressed flat against him, her nipples stiff and flushed from the friction, her body trembling in aftershock.Her pants—ripped and hanging—barely clung to her hips now. Only tattered remnants clung to her haunches, while her thighs quivered, slick with sweat and arousal.
Eren's shaft remained buried inside her, twitching with lingering pulses. Her pussy clenched instinctively, hips still adjusting to the stretch of his dick—even in the aftermath.
She was heaving—deep, ragged breaths—her eyes shut, chest rising and falling as she gasped, struggling to pull in air.
Velira stepped beside them.
Quiet. Calm.Her presence unfazed.
She reached out, brushing a hand against Eren's cheek—his skin still raw from the heat of the moment, trembled beneath her fingertips.His heavy eyelids fluttered open, gaze meeting hers.
Velira leaned in, her lips brushing close to his ear.Her breath spilled warm against his neck, her voice a low whisper carried on the breeze—
"You need to let her off…"Velira's words slipped through the air, as her lips brushed his skin.Then, with a suddenness that made Eren jolt, her teeth parted—and sank squarely into the side of his neck.
A sharp bite.Not meant to wound—but to claim.
Saliva trailed down his spine, warm and wet.Velira growled low through clenched teeth, still locked on his neck. Her fingers slid around him—gliding across his bare back, then flattening against his chest.
Her breath, her voice, her weight—everything pressed in.
"It'll be my turn," she whispered through the bite.
Eren gasped.The sensation tore through him like a lightning bolt—his knees nearly buckling, his arms trembling.
Shaula—still clutched in his arms—shuddered from the motion. Her legs slipped.Her body dropped an inch.
And in that moment—Velira moved.
Velira's hands shot out, gripping Shaula's hips firmly.She pushed her upward—forcing her body to lift.
Shaula's eyes flew wide as she felt it—Eren's length sliding out of her inch by inch.Her hips clenched desperately, trembling, as if trying to hold him inside—muscles refusing to let go of the first, real thing she had ever taken.
Velira's voice came low, close to her ear, almost a whisper:
"You can't go on."
She gestured to Shaula's spent form—her body already shuddering, her strength gone after just the first round.Shaula's chest heaved, sweat dripping from her temple as her lips parted in a faint protest.
But Velira was relentless.Her grip tightened, jerking Shaula's hips sharply upward—forcing her off him completely.
Eren's shaft slipped free, glistening, leaving Shaula's butthole quivering and empty.A muffled moan tore from her throat, raw and reluctant, as her body sagged forward—too exhausted to resist.
Velira gently laid Shaula down.Her slick, trembling body met the floor with a wet, echoing smack—skin slapping against the cool plain beneath.
The moment lingered—flesh meeting ground, breath still catching.
Straightening up, Velira spared her a glance, voice calm but edged with authority."You'll get another time," she said—soft, yet firm—before turning away.
Her gaze now locked on Eren.
She stepped forward—each movement deliberate, her hips swaying.Closing the space between them, her bare chest pressed flush against his—warmth crashing into his skin— sweat meeting sweat.
One hand sliding downward—fingers wrapping around his shaft—already slick from everything he'd endured—in one smooth, wet grip, heat pulsing from her palm.
She looked back—Shaula, still sprawled on the floor, gasping, her body spent and twitching.
"You just need to make sure you learn," Velira said, voice low, teasing.
A glint passing through her lips as she added,"For today."
Velira turned, tilting her head up to meet Eren's eyes.Her hand slid along his length—slick and wet—coated with the heat she had just taken from Shaula's trembling thighs.
Her grip tightened slowly, deliberately, sending a pulse of sensation through him—stroking him.
Pressing her entire body against his, Velira leaned closer until her breath fanned over his lips.Then she whispered—barely audible, almost intimate:
"You don't need to do anything."A pause."You just need to lie down… for now."
Her legs shifted, bracing against him, and then she pushed—her full weight driving forward.Eren staggered under the force, Velira using every ounce of her strength to force him down.
Eren hit the ground with a sharp thud, his hips slamming against the hard clearing floor.The cold surface pressed into his back as he lay there, staring up—only the drifting clouds and pale blue sky filling his vision.
Velira knelt over him, pinning him down with quiet authority.Her fingers worked along his shaft—slow, deliberate—already slick with her own arousal.She coated him fully, mixing her heat with her saliva until his entire length gleamed.
Then she positioned herself—straddling him, legs spread wide.Her voice floated through the breeze, calm but commanding:
"You… stay put."
She lowered herself, her lips brushing the tip of his cock before she spoke again—this time soft, final:
"I'll do the work for this trembling body of yours."
She could feel his frame still quivering, the exhaustion of ravaging two women back-to-back making every muscle twitch under her touch.
Then, with a single motion, she brought her hips down—hard.
Smack.
The sound cracked through the clearing, echoing loud.Eren gasped, chest heaving, lungs pulling in deep, desperate air.
Velira moaned—low, guttural—the sound vibrating through her chest.A line of saliva slid from her lip down to her chin as she bottomed out, Eren's shaft buried to the hilt, kissing the deepest part of her pussy.
"Yeah…"
Her voice was ragged, almost a growl, as she swallowed and let the saliva gurgle in her throat:
"This is it."
Velira leaned down, her breasts swaying with the motion, nipples grazing across Eren's chest as she closed the distance.Her lips found his, locking in a deep, hungry kiss.
At the same time, she lifted her hips—slowly—drawing herself up until only the very tip of him remained inside her.Her walls clung tight, as though refusing to let the last go, holding him there with a teasing hook.
Her lower lip trembled as she whispered against his mouth—unbothered by the saliva and sweat mingling between them:
"Let yourself relax," she murmured."Let this woman work your shaft to death."
Then she dropped her hips—hard.
Smack.
The sound of flesh against flesh rang through the clearing, followed by the guttural moan she couldn't hold back.Drool slipped from her lips into his mouth as their kiss deepened, their breaths shared, swallowed.
Velira didn't stop—She began to move, jerking her hips again.And again.And again.
Each thrust was harder than the last, a punishing rhythm that made Eren's body twitch beneath her, forcing him to gulp down both her breath and her heat.
She slammed her hips down hard—again and again—working Eren's cock into complete submission, every motion milking him, wringing more heat out of him.
His shaft throbbed, swelling under the relentless pressure, her walls clamping down with a vice-like grip.Each impact made her hips redden, the shallow bruises glowing faintly as she bounced harder, faster.
Velira grabbed his head, pressing him tightly against her own, their foreheads nearly touching.Then she bit down—sharp—on his cheek, her breath hot against his skin.
"Do it," she growled.She could feel him on the edge—every twitch giving him away.
"Do it. If you can't control it…"
Her voice cracked, her body jerking with every bounce, riding him like she owned him."Then don't. Release it. Release your seed."
She gasped between words, sucking at his mouth—taking in his saliva, his air, whatever she could pull from him.Her moans grew ragged, desperate, as she clung to him.
"Release it against me—hard."The command left her lips almost as a plea, a dare, her voice raw from the effort.
Velira's fingers slid lower, rolling over Eren's length until they found his balls.She cupped them, fingers toying, massaging, making every nerve jolt.
"Release, Eren," she growled, her voice low and commanding."Release hard and firm."
Her hips moved faster, bouncing with relentless rhythm.Eren's eyes flew wide, the combined assault too much—her fingers rolling him, her body milking him, her mouth still pressed to his, stealing his breath.
The pressure inside him coiled tighter and tighter until it was unbearable.But Velira didn't stop.She kept riding—harder, faster—bringing her own climax closer with every thrust.
Finally, she tore her mouth away, gasping.Cool air rushed into her lungs as she moaned, almost feral.
Her grip on his balls tightened, pulling him toward the edge."Do it," she roared, voice breaking."Release, you damn fuck!"
She slammed down one final time, her body clenching around him—and that was enough.
Velira convulsed violently, her body arching as a scream tore from her throat.She squirted—hot and wet—spattering over Eren's stomach and chest.Her hips shook uncontrollably as her release poured out of her.
And then Eren broke.
The orgasm that'd been held back through all of Velira's relentless movement, came crashing through him—hot, powerful, unstoppable.He emptied himself deep inside her, his seed spilling so forcefully he felt it hit the very back of her walls, filling her completely.
Velira's body twitched with every pulse, her squirting continuing, mixing with the creamy flood that now leaked from her, running down Eren's thighs before dripping onto the cool stone beneath them.
She collapsed forward, breasts bouncing as she fell onto his chest, their sweaty bodies pressed together.Her hair spilled over his face, damp and tangled, as both of them gasped for air—heaving, spent, utterly wrecked.
From a little distance away, Shaula—still lying on the floor—watched through half-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling.Her lips parted, and she whispered weakly, voice barely there:
"Sister..."