"This is too much, Eren…" Mira whimpered.
But he didn't listen.
Eren leaned in, breath warm against her skin. With a slow flick of his tongue, he traced lazy circles around her nipple—teasing, tasting. Then—without warning—he latched on, tugging tight with his teeth.
Mira jolted, back arching high, a sharp cry ripping from her throat.
Each flick sent tremors through her body, but the pull—raw and needy—made her convulse. It was wild. Desperate. Like a starved child who'd finally found milk after days of thirst. He sucked with abandon, no pause, no mercy.
Mira cried out again, voice cracked and wet.
"Th-This… This is the first time…"
Her eyes welled up—tears not from pain, but sheer, overwhelming pleasure. Her breath shivered as her chest rose and fell beneath him.
Eren's other hand slid to her second breast—the one untouched, neglected, its nipple left stiff and trembling in the open air. Bound by the pressure of her pinned form, it stood perked, vulnerable—almost pleading.
Eren lifted her other nipple between his fingers, rolling it slowly—deliberately—as he brought it to his lips.
Mira trembled, the tension in her body rising, breath caught in anticipation.
Then, with a slick sweep of his tongue, he coated both nipples—wet, warm, deliberate—before drawing them in together.
A frantic pull.
He took both into his mouth, sucking them in hard, lips sealed tight, teeth clamping down with just enough force to make her cry out.
Mira jolted. Her back arched again, hips twitching as her breath spilled out in ragged bursts—desperate and unrestrained.
Through clenched teeth, still pulling on her breasts—now stretched taut and trembling in his mouth like udders being milked—Eren growled,
"These breasts… they've been too lonely until now."
He pulled tighter. Mira gasped—voice caught halfway between a moan and a sob.
"Let me take the straightforward route…" he muttered, voice low, wicked.
His free hand trailed down her belly, palm dragging across her sweat-slicked skin. Every inch sent a new wave of stimulation through her.
Fingertips pressed hard into her waist—searching. Slow. Determined. He traced along the folds of her skin, the heat radiating off her body like fire.
And then—he found it.
The small fold just above.
He parted it softly with his fingers, revealing the swollen, sensitive nub beneath. Her clit—trembling, flushed, soaked with arousal.
Eren smiled.
He brushed it.
Once.
Mira gasped. The sound split through the air as her body convulsed, hips jerking. For her—it was the first time. The first time a man had touched her there. And of all men—her own nephew (step-nephew). Something she never could have imagined, never thought possible.
Her waist pressed up against Eren's crotch instinctively, grinding her belly against the hard bulge of his cock. Convulsions racked her body, her breath breaking into sharp hitches as uncontrollable streams of wetness poured from deep inside her.
Eren leaned down, whispering against her ear."Looks like I found a sensitive point."
With that, he finally let go of her breasts. They fell heavy, slapping back against her chest with a wet bounce. Mira's head tilted, her eyes wide, dazed—already spent, undone in mere minutes.
Eren only smiled. Wide. Hungry.
His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, voice laced with dark promise:"It's only started… You'll do well to endure it all—every drop of my pent-up emotions."
He slid lower, knees sinking into the sheets, his face descending toward her heat. Mira's curls shielded the view, damp and tangled with her own wetness.
Eren's fingers parted them—slow, deliberate—revealing the soft folds beneath.
Dripping.Pink.Quivering with need.
His eyes flicked upward. Mira's lips were pressed tight together, her breath held as if the slightest sound would break her restraint. Anticipation trembled through her body, every muscle taut.
Eren chuckled under his breath."Heh."
He lowered himself, his breath washing hot against her most sensitive spot. His tongue slipped out—slow, deliberate—hovering for just a second.
Mira's hands clutched at her chest, squeezing her own breasts, head lifting, eyes locked on him in disbelief. She couldn't look away. She didn't dare.
Then—contact.
A single flick.
His tongue brushed her entrance, light, teasing, but enough to send a jolt through her. Mira gasped, her hips twitching, thighs quivering.
"Sss…"
A sharp hiss slipped from Mira's lips as her elbows dug into the sheets, holding her weight. Her head rolled back, eyes locked on the ceiling above as the sensations from below surged through her in waves.
She tried to hold it in—lips sealed tight, body trembling—but her restraint was already beginning to crack.
And then Eren pulled back.
Just for a moment.
"This'll take too long," he muttered, voice edged with hunger.
Then—he lunged.
His head pressed forward, fast and hard, burying into her crotch. His mouth sealed over her folds, and then—
A bite.
Not cruel, but firm. Intentional.
His teeth sank gently into the soft lips of her pussy, pressure building, locking against her entrance.
Mira broke.
"Aaanghhh!"
The cry tore out of her, loud and raw, her back arching as her hands shot down toward his head—uncertain whether to pull him away or push him deeper. Her legs kicked once, then trembled violently as the shock of the bite sent a flare of burning pleasure straight up her spine.
She collapsed into the sheets, only to push herself up again—fists clenching tight into the fabric near her head.
Moans spilled from her lips—deliberate, strained, soaked in pleasure—as her waist lifted, hips rolling back.
But Eren didn't give her the chance.
He followed.
Driven. Frantic. Obsessive.
His eyes burned with a hunger that refused to let her go—not even for a second.
He shoved her thighs apart—palms pressed down hard, holding her wide open—as he lunged again.
This time—he bit.
Tight.
Hungry.
His teeth sank into her folds, not cruelly—but like a beast feeding on something long denied. Mira screamed, the sound echoing through the tavern walls.
And then—his tongue shoved inside.
Wet. Wild. Deep.
Mira's voice shattered into pure sound, hands flying from the sheets to his head—clutching at his damp hair with both fists. Her eyes snapped open, wide and glassy with unfiltered ecstasy.
She pressed him harder against her.
Her hips rolled—gushing.
Each convulsion inside her sent waves of hot, sweet liquid pouring out, and she made sure Eren swallowed every drop. She ground her soaked cunt into his mouth, forcing his lips to seal, to gulp, to drown in her.
Her thighs quivered. Her breath broke. Her hands trembled in his hair.
And still—he didn't stop.