(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.
