CHAPTER 30: ALAYNE’S EXCITEMENT AND EREN’S PLANS

They left the tavern swiftly. Mira set the gold coins aside and stepped toward Velira, concern in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

Velira’s breathing was ragged and uneasy. She placed a hand on Mira’s arm and nodded. "Yes, I am. I am."

The heaviness in the air and the determination to see things through to the end had made her blood race so fiercely she thought it might be fatal—but she had endured.

Now that it was over, she finally drew in a deep breath, exhaling heavily.

The image from the room—Alayne straddling Eren, both of them moaning—was still fresh in her mind. She forced it away, focusing instead on the moment just passed. Her breath still came uneven as she lowered herself to her knees, trying to steady it.

"You need water?" Mira offered.

Velira shook her head. "No, it’s fine. I’ll get it." She rose slowly and walked toward the kitchen, Mira following close behind.

Meanwhile, inside the room:

Alayne had stripped off her tight-fitting pants, the fabric clinging to her curves until the very last moment. Eren’s eyes traced every line and mark on her body as she deliberately stood over his face, sliding the garment past her ankles before lowering herself onto him.

"Haa..." she exhaled, pausing as his breath grazed her most sensitive skin. A small shiver ran through her, and she reached for the cloth she’d tossed onto his chest, and had pressed it between his lips.

"It’s such a pain," she muttered, turning so her modest breasts faced the window as she picked the cloth piece and turned back towards Eren. Eren’s mouth was buried between her folds, his eyes drifting upward to her modest breasts as she lifted one leg to pull the cloth taut around her haunch, adjusting it for symmetry.

"There’s always someone to interrupt," she complained, folding the fabric snug against her thighs, then moving down toward her hips. "Come on, faster," she urged, her tone sharp, "I need to finish fast and get out too.."

Eren tried—his breathing hot against her, his lips working in suction, his tongue moving with effort—but it wasn’t enough to match what they’d done moments earlier.

"Hss..." Alayne hissed sighing, lowering her head. She looked down at him beneath her, disappointment flickering in her gaze. Eren gave a subtle revolting gaze between her folds, as she understood.

She gave a small, nagging sigh. "I know, I know," she said, looking down at him.

"It’s not your fault..." Her gaze drifted to the side. "Your technique’s good—far better than that pompous Marquisse’s son, Velhart, who refused to go down on me just because of my wide hips. Tch." She looked back at Eren, her body trembling faintly. "Don’t worry, I’m not docking your pay."

For a moment, she lingered there, catching her breath, her eyes tracing over him with a mix of thoughts. Then, as the tension in the air and her mind eased slightly, and the edge of her lips curled—not from lust this time, but from a sudden recollection.

She paused, suddenly a glimmer of amusement flickered in her eyes as a memory surfaced—she asked "Hey, Eren.." Pausing, then as she continued "What was it you said earlier? The reason I should pay you twenty silvers?"

Hearing Alayne’s question—Eren tried to speak, but his answer was muffled under her folds. Alayne shifted aside. "Right, right," she said, sliding down onto his chest, leaving a trail of slickness over his lips, neck, and bare chest.

"Ha..." Eren drew in a breath, only for Alayne to give him a playful gentle slap. "Hey, hey—we don’t have time. What were you saying?" she pressed, lifting one hip to continue binding the cloth onto her haunch.

Eren’s breath came heavy as he answered between gasps. "I was... saying... wouldn’t it be better for your battalion to hire me? Considering the average strength you told me about... wouldn’t I be a good addition?"

At first, Alayne, still busy adjusting her bindings, barely registered his words. But as the meaning sank in, she froze. Her gaze snapped to Eren, eyes wide.

"What did you just say?" she asked.

"Say it again."

Eren met her stare. "Wouldn’t it be a good match if I joined your battalion?"

Her eyes widened further—first in shock, then in delight. She stilled, holding herself at her entrance, the sudden rush of happiness almost made her shudder.

"I’ll pay you. More. Much more—if you become my boy-toy!" she burst out.

Eren blinked awkwardly. "Alright, alright. I don’t know about the ’boy-toy’ part... but getting paid for sex? Fine."

A mischievous smile crossed her face as she reached up for Eren. Eren scratched his chin awkwardly as Alayne let the cloth drop from her hands, she gripped his neck and pulled herself forward, pressing her full, plush chest against his firm pecs in a tight embrace.

"Ow—ow—ow!" Eren yelped.

Alayne dropped him instantly. "What is it?"

"The hand," he groaned, pointing to his injured one.

She turned towards it, as she studied it in silence, her eyes tracing over the swelling and the angle of his wrist. Then as her expression softened—almost thoughtful—before a sly curve pulled at her lips

She examined it carefully, as a smile passed slyly onto her lips.

"You see..." she began slowly, holding onto his arm, "I don’t have the tools for that here." Her gaze lifted, the look in her eyes shifting to something more suggestive. "But... if someone came to my camp at midnight, under the excuse of getting their hand fixed... and paid me with some..." She twirled a finger near her cheek, her tone dripping with playful implication. "...good time... maybe I could help."

"Again?" Eren nearly shouted, but she clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Shh! You want the tavern owner to hear?"

Eren shook his head—muffling, as he placed a palm over his mouth and went quiet.

"That’s better," Alayne said removing her hand over his face, finally tightening the binding around her haunches until it was perfectly symmetrical.

She rose from his chest, picked up her arousal-dampened pants, and slid them back up her legs. The tear she had made earlier in her heat was barely concealed, and she walked with her thighs pressed together to keep it hidden, the exposed skin beneath still catching the cool air.

She glanced at Eren as she reached the door, unlocking it. He didn’t catch the playful wink she tossed his way. "I’ll lay the groundwork. You just come at midnight," she said, opening the door. With a soft click, it shut behind her.

Left alone, Eren struggled to pull his pants on, then stared at the closed door in dismay.

Again.. he groaned.

The night was already slipping away, and now he had one more task on his plate. He clasped a hand over his eyes.