CHAPTER 33: VELIRA’S DECISION

Velira jolted, her breath breaking in a hushed cry as she clutched his chest—pressing, clinging, trembling—before sinking her teeth into his shoulder. The sharp sting sent a shiver through Eren; his breath caught, a groan slipping out at the rush of her bite.

The sudden movement stirred Mira awake once more. Her lashes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of Eren’s tensed shoulder muscles. Heat spread through her chest at just the sight of him sleeping beside her, and with it came the memory of last night—the ache of how much she needed him still lingering, deeper now in the quiet of the night.

She shifted faintly, feeling dampness spread beneath her gown. Curiosity and longing guiding her, Mira slipped a hand down, only to find the wet patch clinging to her. When she drew her fingers back up, slickness coated her skin. She stared at it for a breathless moment—then slowly reached toward Eren.

Her touch brushed across his shoulder. Eren flinched at the sensation, then gently pushed Velira’s hand from his chest, forcing his eyes closed.

Mira studied him in silence. Rising just enough to peer over Velira pressed against his side, she caught the glint of sweat gathering along his temple, each bead fueling the storm within her.

Mira slowly traced her finger from Eren’s chest, gliding upward to his neck, then to his temple, where she brushed away the bead of sweat clinging there. Leaning closer, her lips hovered just shy of his ear as she whispered, "Are you awake, Eren?"

Neither Velira nor Eren responded. Silence lingered between them, broken only by Mira’s unsteady breath.

She studied his face in the dim light—the sharp lines, the subtle curves, the calm mask he tried to hold. Inch by inch, her lips neared his cheek, then drifted toward his ear. One hand slid down, over her gown, until it met the heat gathering between her thighs. A shiver escaped her, a faint gasp brushing against his skin as she pressed a finger into herself.

Her voice trembled when she spoke again. "I’m sorry... for yesterday, Eren. But now... I don’t think I can hold myself back. Not after last night."

Her free hand glided lower, from the rise of his chest down to the hard-carved lines of his waist. Her gaze fell then—onto the thick outline pressing against his trousers. Guilt and embarrassment flickered in her eyes, but the hunger burned stronger. She hesitated only a breath before her fingers slipped lower, brushing over the straining bulge.

Mira’s lips parted in a slow smile. She leaned down, her tongue gliding over the taut fabric stretched across his length. "I couldn’t get enough of it..." she murmured, voice low and trembling

Her lips hovered above it as her fingers curled around him through the fabric, tugging lower until she eased the foreskin down. A damp heat spread beneath the cloth, the skin underneath already slick with arousal.

Her hand slipped lower, gripping him more firmly, before she pressed her mouth against him, sucking through the cloth as her tongue teased the swollen shape beneath.

Eren gasped, struggling to steady his breath. Each ragged inhale betrayed how close he already was, his chest rising and falling sharply.

Beside him, Velira’s lashes fluttered open. Her eyes lingered on his strained expression, her own body burning with the memory of his fingers inside her moments ago. Disappointment flickered—then softened into understanding. Of course he’d pulled away. Mira couldn’t know.

But Velira’s hunger was no less consuming. She reached toward him, brushing the sweat-damp curve of his cheek. "Are you still pent up?" she whispered. Her fingers glided down—tracing from his face, across the hard plane of his chest, lower still to the tight knot at his waist. With a deft tug she loosened it, slipping her hand inside.

Eren’s heart thudded violently as he clenched his teeth, praying Mira wouldn’t notice Velira’s touch colliding with hers.

But fate was merciless. Velira tugged the knot loose and slipped her fingers beneath, gliding over the rough skin until at last she touched the heat hidden beneath. Her breath caught as her hand closed around the towering length, firm and upright. She gripped the base tightly, slowly stroking upward—each inch making Eren swallow harder—until her fingers brushed against Mira’s lips.

Mira’s face dipped again, only to press into Velira’s hand. She froze at the contact, then lifted her head slightly, the dim light catching the wet glisten of her lips. Her mouth watered openly, a shine of the hunger that drove her. Velira’s hand still held his length, her fingers curling possessively around him.

Between them, Eren’s chest rose and fell in shallow bursts. He gulped audibly, feigning sleep, though his body betrayed every ounce of strain.

Mira gasped softly, eyes locked with Velira’s. Silence thickened between them as they held their breath together—caught in the forbidden act, neither willing to let go.

"You too..." Velira’s voice broke the silence, soft but heavy, her gaze sliding down to Eren’s body between them. Then, with a quiet finality, she whispered, "It’s already over. Just wake up."

Mira blinked in confusion, her eyes darting between Velira and the man lying tense at their center. Her lips parted, a question rising—when suddenly Eren’s lashes fluttered open.

His eyes met hers, guilt flooding them. He glanced at Mira’s hand still wrapped around his length, saliva glistening on her chin from moments before. A shaky hand ran through his hair as he whispered, "Sorry, Aunt Mira... After I went to the forest... things happened. We did it... in the heat of the moment."

Mira’s breath caught. She gasped, unable to make sense of his words, confusion etched across her face.

Velira, seeing the storm building, acted quickly. Forcing down her own tangled emotions down, she moved fast—grabbing Mira’s hands before she could pull away. Her voice pressed urgently into the air. "Eren, you’ll have to show courage now."

"What are you—" Mira began, but her words broke off.

Before she could finish, Eren had already risen to his knees. Velira pulled up Mira’s gown, revealing the slick heat that poured from her trembling body. Mira’s lips parted to protest, but Velira yanked down Eren’s trousers in one swift motion. With her grip guiding him, Eren pushed forward—sliding into her in one desperate thrust.

A guttural cry tore from Mira’s lips, raw and unrestrained, echoing through the night. "Aaahhh!" Her voice carried past the window, spilling out into the tavern.