Mira bobbed her head along Eren's shaft, her lips stretching around the thickness with each descent. The futon beneath her hips was already damp — from the heat dripping out of her in slow, steady pulses. She didn't even notice. Her mind was locked on the way his length filled her mouth, the faint taste of Eren on her tongue, the weight of him pressing down against the back of her throat.
And then — without thinking — her other hand wandered. Her fingers slipped down past her belly button, brushing along the soft skin of her lower stomach before instinct carried them lower still. Before her thoughts could catch up, her fingertips pressed against a spot she had never truly explored before — and the jolt was electric.
Her entire body jerked. The shaft in her throat was suddenly caught in a tight, involuntary squeeze as her eyes went wide, shock and pleasure clashing in a single instant. She had never imagined a touch like that was possible. Yet now, a single stroke of her finger sent shivers rushing up her spine, making her convulse in a way that robbed her of control.
The sudden quake of her body made her throat tighten hard around Eren. He wasn't prepared for it — her head dropped in a rush, swallowing him deeper than before, until her lips pressed flush against his base. She trembled, unable to control her muscles as her heat surged. Her neck refused to obey her, holding him there, buried inside her throat.
Eren's own control shattered. Watching her convulse, feeling her tremors ripple along him, was too much. His body tensed, his breath hitched, and his hands flew to Mira's head. In one forceful motion, his fingers gripped her damp hair and pushed her closer, pressing himself flush against her face. His hips jolted, the lines of his abs tightening in front of her eyes before his release burst forth — hot, thick ropes of liquid flooding down her throat.
She barely had time to react. Already drenched from the inside, her breath was stolen away by the sudden rush of him filling her completely. The taste was sharp, the texture heavy, coating the walls of her throat before sliding downward.
Eren gasped, trembling as the last pulses left him. Slowly, his fingers relaxed, releasing her hair from their grip. His chest heaved with each breath, sweat glistening along his skin.
Mira lifted her head with a slow, trembling motion. Her eyes were glazed with lingering pleasure, but her voice — though cracked — was calm.
"I'm fine…" she murmured, her tone soft yet assuring. She gave him a faint smile, then added, "Don't worry."
Her gaze shifted downwards, first to Eren's length — still standing proud, twitching with aftershocks — then to herself. She lowered her eyes further, to the place between her thighs. That spot she had touched moments ago was still aching, still throbbing with heat. It was slightly perked, flushed with arousal. She had never felt anything like it before. Now, it felt as if her body was begging for more, her insides quivering for another release.
Eren's cock still rose and fell faintly in its afterglow, a bead of liquid slowly sliding from its tip, trailing down his shaft to drip onto his inner thigh. The sticky strand clung there, making his skin glisten faintly in the dim light.
Mira stared in a daze. She swallowed, the taste in her mouth still strong — unmistakably him. Her throat still felt full, the lingering stickiness traveling downward with every small swallow. That warmth… that scent… it was damp, musky, yet familiar now.
Her eyes moved back to his twitching length. She shifted forward on her knees, closing the space between them.
"Won't it get sticky if we leave it like this?" she asked in a voice that was both innocent and laced with mischief.
Eren blinked, a hint of amusement on his face, but didn't answer right away. Mira didn't wait for permission. She leaned in, lowering her head until her lips hovered just above his skin. Slowly, she extended her tongue — thick, glistening, and warm — and pressed it to his thigh. She began to lick, dragging her tongue upward in slow, deliberate strokes.
Eren exhaled sharply at the sensation, watching her as she moved. She kept her gaze on his face as if gauging his reaction, but there was no mistaking the subtle enjoyment in her movements. Each lick was unhurried, thorough, almost affectionate. It was more than cleaning —as if she was tasting and savoring his flavour.
She reached his sac, where the heat and sweat had collected most. Pausing, she tilted her head and asked, "Would this part do?" Her voice was low, her breath warm against him.
Her tongue flicked over one side, then the other, before she leaned in and gently took one into her mouth. She sucked softly, rolling it against her tongue with careful attention, as if testing a piece of fruit for ripeness.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, her lips still stretched around him. She could feel the faint texture — soft, tender — beneath her tongue.
Eren groaned, shaking his head faintly. That was all the permission she needed.
She worked at him with quiet diligence, alternating between soft sucks and slow licks, making sure every drop of sweat, every trace of his release was gone. Her mouth was warm, her movements deliberate, as if this were something she had practiced for years — though he knew full well she had never done anything like it before today.
Finally, she released him with a faint pop, her lips glistening. "That should do," she said simply, flicking her tongue over her lips to clean away the last remnants.
Eren stared at her, still catching his breath. She didn't even know what any of this was moments ago. Now, in the haze of her heat, she had surpassed every expectation. What she'd done put to shame anything he had ever seen in those so-called erotic films. She was a natural — raw, untamed, and creative.
The futon beneath her was still darkened with the dampness from her arousal, the fabric clinging wetly to her thighs. The scent of her was thick in the room. A stream of sunlight cut through the window, drawing her gaze. She froze for a moment, then her eyes widened slightly.
"Eren, it's already late," she said, standing up abruptly. "We'll have to open the tavern later." She started toward the bathroom, but paused halfway. Her shoulders trembled faintly before she turned back to face him.
A blush burned across her cheeks, the red tint blending with the soft orange glow of sunlight on her pearl-white skin. Sweat glistened along her neck and collarbone. "Since it's already this late…" she said, her voice teasing. "Why don't you join me in the bathtub?"
Eren, still reeling from back-to-back releases, felt his body ache — but the invitation was too tempting to refuse. "Alright," he grunted, pushing himself to his feet.
Mira disappeared into the bathroom, and moments later, he heard the sound of water splashing, the gentle lap of her body submerging into the tub.
He stepped carefully, crossing the room, passing over the futon still wet from her heat, then the faint trail where it had dripped from her thighs, onto the floor.
Mira reclined in the bathtub, her upper body exposed above the water's surface. The ripples caught the light, reflecting along her bare shoulders. She looked at him — then, inevitably, her gaze dropped to the shaft she had just tended to. It was already twitching again, the sight making her thighs press together beneath the water.
Eren followed her gaze, and he caught the way she lingered on his length—still proud and heavy, the skin flushed and faintly glistening from the water's sheen.
He said nothing, simply stepping closer until he stood at her side, the heat from his body mingling with the steam rising from the tub. The head of his cock was close enough to brush her cheek if she turned; the proximity alone made her pulse quicken.
Instinctively, her nose drifted forward, seeking a subtle breath of his scent—warm, masculine, faintly musky—but the awareness of what she was doing struck her, and she pulled back with careful slowness, trying not to look like a shameless animal in front of him.
Eren, however, had already seen through her restraint. He knew the signs; someone untouched for so long often carried a deeper hunger, their imagination running wilder than they themselves realized. And Mira—this was someone who, mere hours ago, had no experience beyond the basic notion that sex made children. She still didn't truly understand why her body responded the way it did—why her insides pulsed and clenched the moment his shaft stood thick and ready in front of her.
The ache between her thighs wasn't just a want—it was an insistence. She wanted to put it somewhere, anywhere, somewhere inside her where that need might be answered. When he'd first suggested her mouth, she had accepted without hesitation, following the idea with diligence.
But it hadn't been enough. Not even close. Her pussy throbbed beneath the warm water, the heat inside her only growing sharper as her arousal bled into the bath around her.
Eren saw the restless tension in her shoulders, the faint tremor in her thighs under the surface. His lips curled into something between a smirk and a knowing command as he leaned slightly closer.
"Get moving," he murmured, voice low. "I'll sit behind you."