"No matter."
Eren gripped her curly hair down there with both hands, bunching thick strands into his fists. Some slipped through, some tore free, but most held firm.
His voice was calm—almost teasing."We'll see if you're awake or not."
Then, softer… a glint in his eye, lips curling as he murmured:"Aunt Mira."
He yanked.
Hard.
Mira's whole body spasmed—her fingers twitched, jerking upward as her spine arched violently.
Splat.
She sprayed again, a hard stream gushing from between her thighs, drenching the sheets below. The scent of her arousal filled the room—thick, musky, raw.
Her hands flew to her head, clawing at her own hair, mirroring his grip. Her gasps turned into cries—eyes still shut tight, but her mouth was wide open, desperate for air… and unable to hold back the scream.
A choked yell tore out of her—half-moan, half-shock—her entire body unraveling under him.
Eren grinned."Awake."
He leaned in, head tilting, mouth already parted. Then—without hesitation—he crashed into her.
Lips met lips.
His mouth pressed hard against hers, sealing her gasp, swallowing her moan. One hand yanked on the curly hair between her thighs, the other gripping her waist as he kissed her—deep, raw, tasting the slick heat of her breath. Lavender clung to her skin, flooding his senses, intoxicating.
He couldn't get enough.
His body followed—his cock grinding firm against her bare waist. Skin to skin. The thick shaft dragged across her belly in slow, aching strokes, smearing pre-cum with every rub.
Each pull of her hair… each roll of his hips… every push of his tongue into her mouth fueled the rhythm.
He didn't stop.
Didn't pause.
His mouth devoured her—hard, tight, filled with years of pent-up hunger. His cock slid slick along her stomach, coating her with his arousal, spreading the mess across her skin in heavy, wet strokes.
All the lust he'd buried—carried from that past life, from another world—poured into this moment.
Eren pulled back, lips wet with her taste. His hands slid down, clutching her waist in a strangling grip as he growled—
"This isn't enough," he muttered, voice hoarse. "Nothing feels like it could ever satiate me now."
His fists caught her gown, still bunched at her waist. With one sharp tug, he dragged the fabric upward—over her breasts, up her throat, past her neck—until it spilled free.
Mira lay bare beneath the cool air of the room.
Eren's eyes burned as they roamed.
Her breasts—large, full, heavy with flesh—hung softly to the sides, trembling with each shaky breath. He pushed them up in his palms, squeezing until they spilled between his fingers. Mira quivered beneath his touch, her body jerking with every rough graze.
"You'll get something today," he murmured darkly, leaning closer, "something you never had before."
Mira's eyes fluttered open at last—meeting his. Wide, wet, trembling.
She watched as he lowered himself, mouth trailing down. His lips closed over her nipple, tongue hot and wet as it flicked, circled, sucked.
Her breath shattered into a gasp. Her voice broke, quivering, weak—"This… this is too much, Eren…"