NOVEL NEXT Chapter 60: Shaula's Desperation
Shaula rushed straight to Eren, while Velira only sighed at the sight. "She'll take her time," Velira murmured, exhaling as she pulled the tent flap closed behind them.
Shaula, already flushed, had her hands tucked to her waistband. With one swift motion she slid it down, hissing through her breath as she seized Eren's hand. She lifted his finger to her slick, waiting heat—then jolted her hips forward, forcing it inside her dripping entrance.
A heavy exhale tore from her lips, mist curling in the air as she shuddered. "Th… that's it…" she moaned, voice breaking under the sudden rush.
In front of her, Alayne stood to the side, her hips pressing forward against Eren's face.. Her hips ground down hard against his mouth, his breath breaking beneath her as she trembled and convulsed, legs buckling. Eren's grip clamped tight on her hips, holding her steady to keep her from collapsing.
Beneath them, Mira bobbed in despearate rythm—moving along Eren's massive length.
She hitched, moaning with each thrust, sweat dripping down her flushed face as she repeated his name—hands pressed tightly over her lips.
Shaula rode on Eren's finger, pleasuring herself through him. Even that alone felt overwhelming—too much—because it was her first time using someone else's body to sate herself, instead of the wild, direct intercourse they had shared earlier that morning.
Velira, watching the three lost in their own ecstasy, felt her own body quiver. A faint tremor ran through her pussy, heat stirring inside. She pushed the thought aside with a slow exhale.
"Haa… another time," she muttered, "You lot will be done in a few hours."
Velira's legs had already begun to tremble, her body betraying the composure she tried to hold. She whispered to herself, a promise carried on a shaky breath—"When we meet again."
With that, she turned, pushing aside the tent flap. The calm, rustling air met her flushed skin as she strode away, heading back toward her company's camp and the business of packing, forcing her body to still and her mind to steel.
Inside the tent, however, restraint was nowhere to be found. Eren thrust forward, plunging deep into Mira , the second round crashing into her like a wave. Her pussy quivered around him, convulsing helplessly as she let out a sharp yelp of pleasure.
Above her, Alayne pressed harder, hips grinding as Eren's tongue pushed deeper, roaming with relentless hunger. Her breath broke into a hiss, voice faltering between control and surrender.
"That's it…"
Mira's every moan fueled the heat inside Alayne, dripping freely as her juices ran down onto Eren's mouth—slick, warm, sliding over his tongue. He drank her in greedily, gulping each drop as his lips and tongue worked her over. Alayne trembled above him, body held firm in place by the hand Eren pressed against her hips, steadying her.
To his right, Shaula clutched at his fingers, riding them with desperate need. She plunged them into her own wet hole, her other hand circling her clit in frantic strokes, her voice breaking as she worked herself closer.
Eren never caught a breath. Alayne ground harder against him, forcing him flat onto his back. His cock, still buried inside Mira, jolted upward with the sudden shift—hitting her deep, right on her spot. Mira's cry tore from her throat, raw and shuddering, as her body convulsed around him.
Shaula too—suddenly felt Eren's fingers tucking to the side, sliding tight through her glistening hole.
They searched for something to hold, but found only her slippery pussy walls—and that alone made her tremble.
Her knees buckled. She convulsed—hard—falling onto the floor, tears welling in her eyes, her mouth gasping open as the sudden pressure sent a jolt racing up her spine.
She sat back, trembling, watching Alayne's grinding crotch upon the breathless Eren.
Mira, opposite him, only quivered—Eren's cock stuck deep inside her, her mouth agape, searching for breath.
Meanwhile, a distance away from the tent, Velira had already arrived before the rows of her designated company—a partition from the main battalion.
The allied companies assigned to depart with her had already almost finished their packing and stood ready.
Velira looked over the men, sighing as she made sure everything was in order.
From the side, a knight approached—Silas, the one designated to guard Alayne since leaving the capital. He was her family's assurance.
He carried a sword at his waist, though dressed in simple casual attire rather than the armor of the soldiers.
Glancing around, he stepped up to Velira.
"Did you see Miss Alayne?" he asked, scanning the camp.
Velira turned back toward him, meeting his gaze only briefly before sighing."No. I suppose she's off on one of her normal walks again."
Silas glanced around, worry creasing his face."They're almost packed and ready to leave… but I can't find her.I hope nothing's happened to her."
Velira only smiled warmly as she replied, "No, nothing's going to happen to her. When has it ever?"
Silas still wore that same troubled look. "Still… this is a dangerous place we're heading to."
"It'll be fine," Velira said evenly, before stepping to the side.
"Thalos!" she called out. "Where's your platoon?"
Thylos—a bulky man with a great axe at his side—was laid out, working hastily.
Looking back, he called out, "They'll soon be ready to leave, Company Commander!"
Velira only sighed, scanning over the arrangements. They'd made progress, but not enough.
"You can take some more time," she replied calmly.
She paused, indulging in a thought, then continued, "I'll be gone for a few hours. Make sure you're finished by then.Until then—you can take command in my place, and answer for me."
Her voice rose slightly. "Don't bother searching for me."
Thylos, hearing her words, jerked his head back—lost in a brief thought—before replying with a loud,"Yes, Commander!"
Velira turned away, rushing back toward Eren's tent.
Meanwhile, behind her, Thylos lingered in his thoughts, murmuring under his breath, "She's never done this before…"
He shook it off and returned to work, barking out orders to the others."That's not the place for it. Move it here!"
When anyone asked about her absence, he gave only the same answer:
"Commander Velira left the packing and moving to me for a few hours—so you'd better listen."
The others didn't dare voice back—Velira was one scary unit. They simply nodded and kept at their work.
"I'll get you back for it..." someone grumbled under their breath.
Thylos raised a brow. "Is there something wrong?" he asked.
The other leader quickly replied, "Nothing," and returned to his duties.
Meanwhile, inside the tent—
Velira's legs trembled as she rushed back, a determined smile curling her lips.
"I'll make sure to work you to death now, Eren," she whispered under her breath. "For all those days I'll miss you..."
She pushed into the tent, and inside—
"You've had enough."