"This won't do," Eren hissed, jaw tight. "Not like this."
With one swift tug he yanked his pants down, his newly bound cock springing free—thick, veined, brimming with heat. A smirk cut across his lips as he slapped it down against Mira's hip.
"Eep!" A startled cry slipped from her, her body jolting.
Eren froze. Eh? Is she awake? His thoughts flickered, uncertainty crawling in—just for a moment.
Then he grit his teeth. Oh, fuck it.
He tugged hard on her nipples, pinching them high into the air until her breasts lifted from her chest. Mira's lips parted, gasps tearing free, her breath breaking in ragged bursts she could no longer contain."
Each pull, each wild twist of his fingers sent Mira dripping harder into her own gown. Her body betrayed her—heat seeping through fabric, staining.
Eren drew his hips back, leaving her trembling around the sudden emptiness. Mira's eyes snapped open, wide and wanting.
He didn't make her wait.
Smack!
The sharp clap of flesh on flesh cut the air. Mira gasped, the sound shattering from her lips.
This… she couldn't shape the words, but every strike of his thick shaft across her bouncing hips left her faltering, desperate. Each smack dragged another gasp, another shudder, her body begging for more even when her voice failed her.
Her eyes screamed for more—need burning, locked on her own nipples, tugged and twisted in Eren's grip. Each pull and push was wild, frenzied—like he meant to milk her dry, like he'd tear them off if he didn't stop. Her breasts trembled as though any harder and they'd be left hollow.
Eren pressed harder into her back, cock grinding along her gown. Schk… schk… The fabric rasped against his shaft, sliding slick as his precum smeared through the cloth.
"Not enough," he groaned, jaw tight, hips jerking harder. The tease only clawed at his nerves, made his cock ache with fury. He pulled his hips back, breath hissing through clenched teeth.
"This'll do."
Eren slammed forward—sudden, hard—his cock sliding between Mira's thighs. She yelped, hips jolting as the fat of her slick skin gave way, molding around his shaft. Trapped tight in that heated press, his length dragged rough through her arousal-slickened flesh.
"Yeeaahh…" he groaned, eyes rolling back, hips jerking in wild, frantic humps. Each thrust ground harder, desperate, like he'd lose himself if he slowed even for a second. "This'll… do."
One hand still twisted around her nipple, tugging and pulling, but the other lifted—fingers gliding upward until they pressed against her lips, damp with his own sweat and her heat. His breath rasped against her ear, steady and demanding.
His finger slid through the sweaty, slippery valley of her cleavage, tracing up her throat until it found her chin. Her skin glistened, heat clinging to every inch as he pressed on—up to her mouth, lips already smeared with her own saliva. He pushed deeper, rough, brushing past her lips as her muffled moans spilled free.
More fingers followed, prying in, scooping up the flood of spit she secreted. Strings of it clung to him as he dragged his hand down, coating his cock—still trapped hard between her thighs. He stroked the shaft with that messy shine, slickening it from root to tip until it gleamed. But even drenched in spit and sweat, it wasn't enough—the wetness mixed only halfway down, lost between her gown and the fat of her thighs.
"Nggh…" Eren groaned, jaw clenched.
"Tch. What a bitch."
His free hand clutched at her gown near her thighs. Mira's eyes squeezed shut, her breath catching. No… not that. Please, not now… Her thoughts begged, prayed silently.
But Eren wasn't listening—he couldn't hear her panic, only his own pulse roaring. His fist tightened, yanking the fabric hard. At the same time his other hand tugged mercilessly on her nipple, pulling her breast high into the air.
The gown rose—fast, sudden—bunched in his grip as Mira's lips broke open in a low, helpless moan.
Eren glanced down at her face."Awake?" he muttered.
Mira didn't answer. Her eyes stayed shut tight, breath ragged—but her lips remained sealed.
Eren smirked."Doesn't matter."
His gaze drifted down. Her thighs were already slick—shining with the damp heat of her own arousal. Drenched, in fact. He lifted the gown higher, slow and steady, until it reached her waist.
And there it was.
Nestled tight between her thighs—soft, flushed, and glistening—her lips were clenched together, sealed in heat and slickness.
Eren pulled back for a moment, his breath catching as desire flared in his chest.
Then he moved.
One hand slid beneath her thigh. He hooked his arm around her leg, gripping firm. Mira squirmed, tensed—trying to resist, to clamp shut—but it didn't matter. Eren pried her leg aside, slow but unstoppable.
His gaze dropped again.
And there—fully exposed, framed by flushed skin and trembling tension—was her pussy.
Pink. Soaked.
Juices clung to her folds, glistening as they dripped freely down the inside of her thighs. Even the sheets beneath her were darkened with the mess of her arousal, heat rising off her like a furnace.
Eren exhaled—low, dark, hungry.
Eren grinned.
His hand slid forward, down between her thighs… right to the soft patch of hair crowning her slick heat. Without hesitation, he gripped it—fingers bunching into the tuft, locking tight.
His gaze flicked to Mira.
Then—he pulled.
Hard.
Her body jolted. Her back arched, hips lurching as a cry tore from her lips. The sudden tug sent a shudder through her spine, and in the next breath—
Splat.
A wet burst sputtered from her pussy, squirting out in a sudden, messy release. Her slick shot out, warm and frantic, drenching his hand and the sheets beneath.
Eren didn't flinch.
He pressed his palm flat against her pussy, rubbing into the gush—slow, firm circles—spreading it, smearing it, coaxing even more out with every grind.
Mira gasped—legs trembling, breath caught in her throat.
Eren leaned down, voice low but razor-sharp:"Awake, are we? Or just playing with me?"