CHAPTER 83: MAP 2 LEVEL 1 - 2

Sereya stormed forward two steps, her voluptuous body tensing as she stopped abruptly, the moss beneath her foot exhaling a wet, humid breath that caressed her bare soles like a lover’s sigh.

The sensation sent an unwelcome shiver up her creamy thighs, her golden-wrapped band straining against her heavy breasts, nipples stiffening against the fabric, a faint heat blooming between her legs despite her fury.

"This is beneath us," she snapped, her voice a commanding purr laced with disdain, her amber eyes blazing as she glared at the jungle’s encroaching vines.

"A queen does not crawl in vine-slime like a common broodmare. This is not law. This is filth." Her full hips swayed with restrained anger, her slit skirt parting to tease her glistening mound, her arousal betraying her regal poise.

Veyna leaned against a ruined pillar, her freckled body shifting, her rope-bonded breasts jiggling freely with each ragged breath, nipples hard and aching, her cursed fire making her skin glow faintly.

She sucked her bottom lip, her slitted eyes flicking to Kota’s thighs, lingering on the bulge of his hardening cock beneath the tight black fabric, a twisted grin spreading across her face as wetness trickled down her inner thighs.

"No, my queen," she said, her voice a raspy purr of ash and honey, dripping with manic lust.

"This is better than law. This is simple." Her slim hips twitched, her pussy throbbing visibly, her unstable energy radiating like heat from a flame, her wild red-orange braids swaying as she savored the humiliation.

Selene crouched behind the others, her petite body trembling, her hands tugging desperately at her sheer white jungle shift, but it clung like wet silk, riding up to expose the soft, glistening lips of her virgin pussy, slick with confused arousal.

Every futile pull sent a jolt through her, her small breasts heaving, cherry-pink nipples stiff and visible through the fabric, her big violet eyes wide with humiliated need.

"Why is this happening...?" she whimpered, her bratty voice cracking, her thighs pressing together as heat pooled in her core.

"Why him? Why are we like—this?" Her sheer dress teased her swollen clit with each shift, her manipulative innocence fracturing under the growing desire.

Elira’s fists clenched, her muscular frame trembling—not with fear, but with raw humiliation, her firm breasts heaving, nipples erect and aching against the barely-there straps, her scarred thighs visibly soaked, the leather thong between her cheeks darkening with her unwanted wetness.

She glared at Kota, her short silver hair disheveled, her tattooed abs flexing as arousal betrayed her stoic control.

"You knew this would happen," she growled, her voice rough, laced with fury and a hidden spark of lust, her pussy throbbing at the sight of his calm dominance. "This trial. This... exposure."

Kota didn’t flinch, his dark eyes steady, his lean body tense but composed, his cock pressing visibly against the tight black fabric, reacting to their vulnerable states.

"Yeah," he said quietly, his voice even, carrying the weight of his experience. "I’ve seen worse."

Lyra padded up beside him, her bare feet silent on the moss, her translucent red silk webbing clinging to her small breasts, nipples poking through visibly, her slick pussy throbbing as she leaned in, her long red hair brushing his arm.

"You’re hard," she purred, her voice smoky and teasing, her body arching slightly, wetness dripping down her thighs. "But you’re not trembling."

Kota glanced at her, calm and unflinching.

"No point in trembling," he said, his tone steady, commanding. "They’ll only smell it."

From somewhere deep in the vines, something gurgled—wet, slithering, hungry.

Then the HUD shifted again, its red glow pulsing ominously.

TRIAL ONE: THE TOUCHLESS PATH

"Vines will tease. Tentacles will stimulate. DO NOT REACT."

Failure = Consumption.

The women fell silent, their bodies tense, arousal warring with fear.

Sereya stared down the moss path like it had insulted her royal dignity, her nipples stiffening further, her mound glistening.

Selene’s lip quivered, her virgin pussy aching with unwanted need. Veyna laughed softly, her cursed fire flaring, her slick thighs pressing together.

"This is going to be fun," she purred, her voice manic.

Lyra looked straight at the tentacles—and smiled, her pussy throbbing visibly, her masochistic thrill evident in her hooded eyes.

Elira didn’t move, her muscular thighs tensing, her wetness betraying her as she fought the heat building in her core.

________

A groan echoed through the moss-veiled ruins, low and primal, vibrating through the humid air like a lover’s rumble deep in the chest.

Stone split ahead—slow, grinding, the great doors of the jungle temple parting with a wet, slick sound, as if the earth itself was opening its jaws in hungry anticipation.

From the fissure spilled heat, wet and animalistic, clinging to their skin like sweat-slicked thighs, making nipples harden and pussies ache with unwelcome need.

Beyond the threshold lay vines—so many vines, hanging, twitching, pulsing like engorged cocks eager for release.

Flowers bloomed with obscene moans, their petals unfurling like swollen labia, releasing a musky pollen that teased the senses, stirring arousal in the air.

The floor squirmed, slick and undulating, tendrils slithering beneath the moss like hidden fingers probing for weakness.

It wasn’t a path. It was a throat—dark, wet, and ravenous, promising to swallow them whole, to tease and torment until they broke.

Veyna giggled, her slim, freckled body shifting, her wild orange-red braids swaying as she leaned forward, her small breasts heaving beneath the rough ropes, nipples hard and aching, her cursed fire making her skin glow, wetness trickling down her inner thighs.

"Well, someone’s wet," she purred, her voice manic, laced with arousal, her pussy throbbing visibly at the sight, her masochistic thrill flaring.

Sereya didn’t flinch, her voluptuous form tense, her amber eyes narrowing as she glared at the opening, her gold-wrapped band straining against her heavy breasts, nipples stiff and pressing against the fabric, a faint heat blooming between her creamy thighs, her slick mound glistening beneath her slit skirt.

"So that’s it," she snapped, her voice a commanding purr, dripping with disdain and hidden desire. "We’re meant to walk into it like meat." Her full hips swayed slightly, her arousal betraying her as wetness dripped down her legs, her dominant switch nature stirring at the challenge.

No one answered, the group frozen in a mix of fear and forbidden excitement—Selene’s petite body trembling, her sheer white shift clinging to her small breasts, cherry-pink nipples visible and hard, her virgin pussy lips parting with each shaky breath, wetness pooling between her thighs;.

Elira’s muscular frame rigid, her firm breasts heaving, nipples erect against the straps, her scarred thighs slick with arousal, her pussy aching despite her stoic glare.

Lyra smiling, her translucent red silk webbing teasing her small breasts, nipples poking through, her slick pussy throbbing as she shifted, wetness dripping down her inner thighs.

Kota stepped forward, not recklessly, not slowly, but surely, his lean, scarred body tense, his sleek black strap-vest hugging his torso.

He paused at the edge, one foot hovering above the squirming moss, his dark eyes calm, his breath steady.

He didn’t look back. He didn’t need to.

Then—he stepped in.

The door finished opening with a hiss, the vines twitching in response, the flowers moaning softly, the throat of the jungle pulsing with anticipation.

And the jungle waited.