CHAPTER 27: WILD ALAYNE, AND EREN’S PLAN?

"I said, put it in your mouth!"

Alayne leaned forward, her soft breasts pressing into Eren’s chest. The sudden contact sent a sharp ripple of stimulation up her spine, but she didn’t falter. In one smooth motion, she snatched up the cloth piece she’d been using earlier to bind her haunches into perfect symmetry and shoved it between Eren’s parted lips before he could form a word.

His muffled protest barely made it past the fabric. By the time he even thought of resisting, it was too late — the cloth was already wedged inside, tasting faintly of her warmth. A deep, wild smile curled across Alayne’s lips as the rush inside her grew.

She felt the faint, teasing brush of her lower lips against the very tip of him — and without hesitation, with one exhilarated, almost vicious movement, she shoved herself down his length in a single, seamless plunge.

The moan that escaped her was feral.

Her saliva spattered onto Eren’s face as she gasped, her expression tipping over the edge into pure ecstasy. Her body was slick with sweat, her thighs clapping hard against his pelvis as the motion traveled up through her whole frame.

She traced her fingers over the sharp lines of his face, tilting his chin up to meet her gaze. "Not just the shaft..." she breathed, her tone a predator’s murmur, her eyes locked to his like a hawk marking prey. A string of saliva dripped from her lip to her chin. "Even your face is one of a kind."

In the same heartbeat, she gripped the back of his head and pulled him into her, lips crashing into his. The kiss was deep, almost bruising, as her hips came down in a sudden, bone-shaking drop.

The thrust sent a burst of light through her mind, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she flooded his mouth with her taste, her breathing hot and ragged against him.

She broke the kiss for only a gasp of air. "This will be our position," she whispered between pants, "until I shatter."

Her lips found his again — but this time, before sealing the kiss, she ripped the cloth from his mouth and replaced it with her tongue, sliding in without pause.

Her hips began to rise and fall in a rhythm, hard enough to make the wooden floor faintly creak beneath them. Eren could barely breathe between the kiss and the force of her movements.

She was a beast — hunting something twice, even thrice her size, but driven by nothing but ferocity and hunger.

Eren had no time to think, no ground to hold onto. She was too fast, too relentless. Each time she came down on him, he could see her belly bulge faintly — a visible imprint of just how deep he was inside her.

Every plunge brought him to her absolute limit, slamming into her innermost walls. He swore he could feel them shifting, reshaping to fit him, convulsing around him with every thrust — and yet she refused to let go.

He simply let himself move with her rhythm, letting her lead. Her hips dropped again and again, each one harder than the last, her mouth dripping liquid into his as her body trembled from the inside out.

Above him, her eyes were shut in bliss, under the dim light of the wooden ceiling framing her flushed face.

The sound of hips clapping against him was so sharp it might have been heard outside, though Eren figured they might just mistake it for part of some procedure.

She probably even had an excuse prepared even if someone barged in.

She was so lost in it now that her rhythm slowed only when his tongue pushed back against hers — revolting, invading her mouth in return.

Alayne welcomed it with a shiver. Her hips moved slower, savoring each stroke while she sank deeper into the kiss.

When Eren pulled back to breathe, she didn’t allow it — one hand hooked behind his head and dragged him back in, her petite frame somehow locking him in place with startling strength.

For a moment, he wondered how such a small body held such power. She was struggling to keep her mouth glued to his while still pounding down on him with unbroken force. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he worried for her fiancé — if this was how she treated someone she’d hired for pleasure, then no man was truly safe.

With effort, he pried her off, the kiss breaking in a hot string between their lips. She was gasping, still driving her hips down, when she opened her eyes and caught him staring.

"How are you able to do this?" he managed between breaths. Her ferocity was dangerous — he feared it might make him forget his injuries entirely, and lose himself completely in her.

"You wouldn’t understand," Saliva gleamed at the corner of her mouth as she smirked. Hunger burned in her gaze. "Try abstaining for more than two weeks... then tell me."

Her hand came for his head again, but this time he resisted, holding her back from the kiss.

"What now?" she demanded, displeasure and heat sparking in her eyes.

"This is too much," Eren said through clenched teeth. "I might need to stop for a little while."

She didn’t even pause. Her grip on him tightened like iron. "There are over twenty commanders outside this door," she warned. "If I yell, they’ll rush in — and you can kiss this tavern and your life goodbye for breaking our deal." Her pace slowed, but her eyes burned into him.

Eren gave a weak smile. "No, I don’t want it to end. And I’m not breaking it. I just... want to make a small change."

Her brow arched. "What change?"

"The twelve silvers for this... feels a little low, considering your ferocity. Don’t you think so?"

Her expression was unreadable in the dim light.

"I just want you to make it twenty."

It was a gamble—one he could easily lose—but he needed the extra money for his future plans.

For a moment, she simply stared at him, unreadable in the dim light.

"You’re bold," she finally said. "Money doesn’t grow on trees, boy. If I wanted, I could just have my knight drag you out and take what I want anyway."

His smile held steady. "I’ll make it up to you."

Her curiosity sharpened. "Oh? And how, when we’re leaving this town by noon tomorrow?"

"Leave that to me."

She studied him for a long second, then relaxed. The halted motion of her hips resumed—slower now but building—as a smirk tugged at her lips. "Alright. As you say, boy. But remember—no more meddling while I’m having fun."

Before he could even exhale in relief, she seized his face and crushed her mouth to his again. Her tongue pressed into his with ruthless force, asserting dominance. Her hips began grinding—first slower, then faster, until her thrusts matched the frenzy in her kiss.

She pounded down on him in a frenzy, each slap against his pelvis resounding, her kiss locking him in place while her body milked him with merciless precision.

Eren could feel the pressure in himself building to the brink, but her relentless pace held it at bay, unable to release. The violent slaps of her hips against his pelvis kept him trapped, her walls clamping tight around him with every drop of her arousal soaking him.

She moaned into his mouth, vibrating through him with each brutal drop of her hips. The sound muffled but dripping with pleasure, as the rhythm between them turned from fast... to absolutely ravenous.