CHAPTER 34: VELIRA NOT HOLDING BACK

Eren drove into her, each thrust pulling a guttural cry from Mira’s lips—raw, unrestrained, echoing through the night. Her voice spilled past the window, carrying out into the night.

Her hand pressed against her forehead, sweat beading and scattering down her temple before she dragged it over her mouth, muffling the sounds she could no longer control. Her eyes squeezed shut, every breath and moan trembling with the pleasure coursing through her.

Beside them, Velira sat watching, her gaze locked on the sight of Eren moving inside Mira. Each gasp, each desperate cry only fed the heat in her own body. Her panties were already peeled away, and the slick wetness spilled freely, running down her thighs and soaking into the futon beneath her.

Velira pressed a hand against her mouth, muffling her ragged breaths as her other hand slid down from her waist, tracing over her bare skin until it reached lower—deeper—into the heat pooling between her thighs. The wetness met her fingers instantly, slick and unrelenting, fluttering against her touch. Her eyes squeezed shut as she pushed in with a trembling hand, the entrance giving way with a soft schkk that spilled into a watering sound.

She bit back a cry, her chest heaving, her heartbeat hammering faster than it ever had her first time.

Her gaze snapped back to the sight before her—Eren’s shaft plunging in and out of Mira, his movements relentless, his sweat-dampened skin colliding with hers. Each thrust landed with a resounding thwack, the rhythm filling the room. Eren’s expression was hazy with desire, his breath harsh, his body slick as he drove deeper into Mira’s trembling form.

Velira’s fingers sank in deeper with each pounding thrust, her hand moving in desperate mimicry of his. A small moan escaped against her palm, muffled, as her eyes locked onto the couple in front of her—Mira gasping, barely containing her cries, and Eren pushing harder, faster, until the room seemed to pulse with nothing but the sound of flesh and breath.

The slow ache burning inside Velira grew unbearable—her fingers already working within her, yet the movements felt hollow, unsatisfying compared to the heat she craved. The sight of Eren’s body driving into Mira only sharpened the hunger gnawing at her, each thrust reminding her of what her own touch could never replace.

With a frustrated tremor, she pulled her fingers away, slick and trembling, no longer content with pleasuring herself in silence. Moving closer, she slipped behind Eren, her hands sliding over his sides, gliding from his ribs across to his chest. She pressed her body against his back, her soft but tightly bound breasts pushing into him through the thin bra, and tugged him closer.

Eren jolted at the sudden warmth enveloping him, his mind already fogged by the rhythm of Mira’s body clenching around him. The added stimulation of Velira’s touch sent another shudder coursing through him. He thrust harder, but his attention wavered as her hands explored lower—trailing past his abdomen, down to his waist, until her fingers wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft.

His breath caught. Mira gasped at the sudden pause in his rhythm, her moans faltering as the movement stalled. She opened her eyes, confusion flickering across her face at the disruption. Her voice quivered, caught between need and bewilderment, as her gaze darted between Eren and Velira’s hand gripping him possessively.

In return, Velira pressed closer, her breasts flattening against Eren’s back as she leaned in, pushing him with the weight of her body. Her head brushed his shoulder, her breath hot against his ear. Mischief flickered in her eyes, laced with hunger that would no longer be restrained. She glanced at Mira, then at Eren, lips parting in a breathless murmur.

"I can’t bother to wait while you two take the whole night for yourselves."

The faint light from the window cast just enough glow for Eren to see her flushed face—tanned skin now burning crimson. Whatever shame lingered in her had been cast aside, leaving only raw want as she pressed herself tighter against him. Mira, unaware of the exchange, lay beneath him, shuddering softly as he stilled.

Eren’s breath dragged heavy from his chest, his lips parting as he whispered back, "So... what do you say?" His voice was strained, trembling between exhaustion and temptation.

Velira’s answer came wordlessly. She slid to his side, her hand urging him down onto his back. His body yielded, heavy with the weight of already spent strength, as she straddled him in one fluid motion.

Mira’s eyes widened, a dismayed pang flashing across her face at the sudden change. But before she could speak, Velira lowered herself over Eren, her mouth claiming his in a frantic kiss. Their lips collided, her tongue pushing deep, desperate and unrelenting, as her hips pressed down against his waist.

Eren was caught off guard by Velira’s sudden intensity. When she finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva stretched between their lips, glistening before it broke. Her gaze shifted to Mira, a sly smile playing on her face as she murmured:

"How about we change positions?"

Mira blinked, confusion flickering in her expression. Velira’s grin deepened as her tongue darted out, slowly licking the strand that still clung to her chin.

"No need to worry—you won’t be left on the sidelines," she promised, her voice low and charged. "In fact... you’ll be even closer to him than this."

Mira hesitated, uncertain, but Velira gave her no time to dwell. She grasped Mira’s hands firmly, pulling her closer. "Follow what I do," she urged.

Mira’s blank stare lingered, but her body yielded, letting herself be guided. Velira leaned over Eren, her lips brushing his ear, whispering something too quiet for Mira to hear. Then she shifted her weight and straddled his face, her thighs trembling as she hovered above him.

Her voice came out husky, a command wrapped in a shiver. "Watch closely."

The heat of Eren’s breath fanned against her as she lowered herself, inch by inch. Her body trembled, hair falling in wild strands as a sharp, quivering moan slipped from her lips.

Velira lowered further, her trembling fingers gliding from her waist down to the folds of her heat. Slowly, she parted herself, the cool air brushing bare against her, sending a shiver racing up her spine. Her lips pressed shut, breath stuttering, as her gaze flicked to Mira—watching her eyes dart downward, fixed on the place that hovered just above Eren’s parted, heaving mouth.

Mira’s finger slipped lower on its own, tracing the slickness as a sharp inhale caught in her throat.

Meanwhile, Eren—already straining to hold back—moved. His hand clutched tightly onto Velira’s thighs, the muscles in his arm tensing.

"W–wait, Eren, it’s just to sho—" she tried to gasp out, but her words shattered as he yanked her down.

Her cry tore through the room, high and unrestrained. "Aaangh—!" The sound broke into a raw moan as her body jolted, her vision scattering into white blankness the instant his lips pressed against her, devouring her without hesitation.