Eren's mouth stayed wide, swallowing greedily as Mira clutched his hair, knuckles white. He let her hold him there—let her grind, root, and force every drop against his lips.
Her body shook violently, thighs quivering around his head as convulsions wracked her. The spurt wouldn't stop—longer, harder, wetter than anything she had ever pulled from herself before. She drowned him in it, and he drank it all.
Minutes blurred into heat and wetness.
Finally, Mira's body gave out. With a sharp, desperate yank of his hair, she tore him away, collapsing flat onto her back. Her chest heaved, breasts bouncing as she dragged in air—deep, ragged, hungry gasps that burned down her throat.
But before her lungs could even settle—
Eren moved.
He didn't let her recover.
He pushed forward—two fingers sliding deep into Mira's tight, quivering pussy.
The sudden stretch made her gasp, mouth gaping as a moan broke free, high and desperate.
Eren leaned over her, his free hand rising to her chest. He caught both nipples between his fingers, binding them together, twisting them, rolling them hard beneath his grip—before giving a sharp, curling pull.
"Aaaannghhhh!"
Mira's cry tore out of her, back arching so high it nearly left the sheets. Her body convulsed around his fingers, soaking them in wet heat.
Eren only smiled.
"You're not the one who'll take the lead now," he growled, voice thick with dominance.
He straightened, pulling away just long enough to strip his shirt over his head, then shove down his trousers.
And there it was.
The cock that had been grinding against her, smearing her waist with his scent—finally bared to the open air.
Thick. Veined. Muscular.
It stood tall, heavy, dripping, the sheer size of it enough to make Mira's breath catch in her throat.
Her eyes widened, trembling at the sight—yet her body shivered in raw anticipation.
Mira gasped, breath sharp and shaky, as Eren stepped closer—standing tall between her spread legs.
He reached down, guiding her thighs apart further, opening her completely before bending low.
His hips pressed in, and the bare, sensitive tip of his cock slid along her soaked entrance—rubbing slow, deliberate, agonizing.
Eren hissed under his breath, the heat of her body wrapping around him even without full entry.
Mira's eyes fluttered open—half-lidded, dazed. Her breath stuttered, caught between dread and longing. The anticipation crashed over her like a wave—pleasure mingling with shock, her mind struggling to grasp it all.
"You… You're too much…" she whimpered."This… this isn't acceptable. Not with your own aunt…"
Her voice trembled, a weak attempt at morality—something fragile, breaking apart beneath the weight of her own desire.
Eren only smiled.
He leaned forward, his face hovering inches from hers, heat radiating between them.
His hand moved low again—fingers slipping down to her clit.
A slow, twisting tease.
Circular. Deep. Cruel.
Mira's breath hitched—her body reacting before her mind could resist.
She only moaned in reply, her body betraying her silence.
Eren's lips twisted as he murmured, voice sharp with mockery, "Morality? Step-nephew?"
He slapped his cock against her soaked entrance—each smack sending a wet clap into the air, each one forcing another helpless gasp from her lips.
"Where did it go," he pressed, rubbing the swollen slit with the thick head, "when you were grinding my head against yourself like this?"
Mira's eyes flicked sideways, muffled sounds slipping between clenched teeth. She didn't answer.
"Don't start with morality now," Eren whispered, leaning in close, hips hovering over her spread body. His breath brushed her ear as he aligned himself, the head pushing insistently at her folds. "It will get you nowhere."
Her lips stayed sealed—tight, trembling, her eyes glassy with anticipation she refused to admit.
Eren smirked, voice dropping into a hushed growl as he brought his mouth close to her ear."You just sit back… and enjoy this."
Eren parted his mouth, teeth sinking into the curve of Mira's neck. At the same instant, he thrust in—hard, relentless.
Her pussy, unprepared for his full length, clenched desperately, stretched wider than anything she had ever felt, forced to mold around him inch by inch—still taking in only half.
Mira's body buckled. Her voice tore free in a shattering cry,"Kyaaaahhh!!!"
The sound reverberated through the room, echoing against the walls, bleeding past into the night air outside.