NOVEL NEXT Chapter 58: Taking Control
Eren pushed into her, and Mira moaned—hard and unrelenting.
The voice carried outside,where one of the soldiers—irked—called out in concern.
"Is there something wrong?"
Mira—gasping, her voice breaking—hesitated before replying,while Eren still thrust inside her.
"I–It's nothing," she managed.
The soldier only raised a brow, then shrugged as he turned back."If you say so..."he muttered, before going back to his work.
Mira hitched under her breath against Eren's unrelenting press. Eren smiled at her, smirking."Where'd all that boldness from earlier go…?"
Mira was sweating, breath hitching,one hand pressed tight against him.She bit down on her lips, trying to hold back the moans—but they still leaked through.
"Still a woman after all," Eren scoffed,as Mira just watched him,pushing into her without pause.
Her eyes widened—restless—as she pressed onto Eren, hard, tightening her walls around him.
"Do it, Eren," she said."We don't have much time. And I still want to do... from behind."
She said it quietly—suggesting their first intimate exchange.
Eren only sighed."I don't think I could get it out so early," he replied truthfully.
Mira looked at him—his form shifting, or rather, being shifted—It was her—being thrust up, down, sideways—as his image shifted before her eyes:first his chest, then just his face—rising and falling as he thrust into her with rhythmic, building pressure.
He still wasn't worked up.
He was still big—hard inside her.
And her own walls could feel it—not a single tremble from him. While her pussy quivered around him, his shaft remained solid, unyielding.
Mira pushed into him as she heaved, "Alright… this won't work," she said. "I was trying to get the upper hand in this… but looking at it now, I don't think this is the way."
She exhaled again, trembling as she slowly pulled herself off him. "I'll change position," she muttered—trying to take control.
Eren just looked at her, lips curling slightly to one side."You really want to take control that badly?" he asked.
Mira heaved, sighing hard."Y–Yes… that was the plan."
She sat on her hips—one leg folded, the other stretched out.
"I—" she began, "I really want to re-create that day… but I want to be the one in control."
She spoke as if untangling a puzzle—soft, hesitant, but clear in intent.
Eren slowly straightened up, his back rising as he leaned toward her.
"Control… you say…" Eren murmured.
She glanced to the side—thinking, wondering how she'd manage to get his thick shaft inside,yet still not lose control the moment it went in.
She was lost in thought—and Eren only scoffed.
She looked toward him—but the moment her head turned—
"Too bad," he said, "You won't be getting it—ever now."
He pushed at her shoulder, as she fell onto her back.
"I'll be the one doing the controlling now."
"Wai—"
Mira barely got the word out, as Eren moved above—his hips rising—pressing his shaft against Mira's thick, wet folds.
"No…" she whispered, but her voice was shaky—crumbling.
He pushed inside.
"Er—Eren!" she hissed, breath catching.
Eren only looked at her as his thick tip entered, sliding past her fleshy folds—her pussy walls clenching, asking for it again.
Mira trembled. "Not this…" she said.
But Eren pushed forward, lowering his head. "Too bad, Aunt Mira—after the first two times…"
He suddenly thrust into her—hard.
Her cheeks slapped against his waist with a sharp clap, as she hissed—moaning,
"Aangh!"
"You won't be getting any third," he continued, "to lead."
He straightened his back, hands pressed into her shoulders, his neck lifting as Mira jerked beneath him—her body bobbing up and down under his thrusts.
"Ever again."
Mira moaned—hard—as Eren kept going, grunting, her trembling walls enveloping him,pressing tight around his sides.
He leaned his neck back, muscles tightening with the pressure.
His eyes closed, as Mira bobbed beneath him—his hands keeping her in place.
"Aahh, Eren…" she voiced with each shuddering release.
The sensitivity inside her didn't slow him; Eren was buried in the pressure of his own heat—pressing, thrusting, following his rhythmic pace, chasing release.
Mira gasped—thrusting, writhing beneath his big cock, her pussy already molded to his shape, bulging with each push, each thrust.
He was getting closer.
Mira pushed forward, arms enveloping around him, pulling him tight into her embrace.
"Do it, Eren," she moaned.
Eren thrust into her, eyes shut, their sweat mingling in the heat between them.
"Release… in your Aunt."
"Ughh…" Eren groaned, his shaft bulging—Mira's stretched walls felt every tremble, every throb of his tip—the whole shaft,the pulsing veins—only welcoming him further.
"Do it, Eren," she moaned.
Eren grabbed the back of her head, pulling her into him, as he thrust—one last time—
The bulging, the thickness, stretching the inside of Mira's pussy—as she yelped.
"Here it comes," Eren groaned, pressing Mira tight to his chest as he released, groaning through it.
Mira only moaned beneath him—hips buckling, waist contracting, pulling, reeling as it tightened.
She took it all in—Eren's release, his seed pouring deep into her womb.
"Yes… that's it," she yelped, her waist trembling.
She felt it hit deeper—deepest inside her womb, right at her most fertile time.
Mira gasped, heaving beneath Eren—breath ragged.
"That's it." She patted his trembling head, fingers brushing over his damp, tangled hair, stick with their sweat, and heat.
"Good work knocking your aunt up," she whispered, caressing his head.
She sighed, gasping, pulling in deep breaths as Eren's head dropped onto her shoulder, resting against the side of her neck.
Her fingers trailed through his hair as she murmured, almost playfully,"We might have a son soon."
She chuckled softly."Or should I say… a cousin for you?"
Her laugh was light, while Eren groaned into her skin."Shut up…" he muttered, voice trailing off.
Mira's face softened, calm now, her gaze drifting down—toward where Eren was still buried deep inside her, her waist rising and falling with each breath.
"A child, huh…" she wondered aloud."Wonder how that'd feel."
She wore a calmful look as her eyes wandered toward the tent ceiling."A child…"
The words trailed off into the warmth between her legs, and the silence above them.