CHAPTER 35: TREMBLING VELIRA

Velira’s hips dropped onto Eren with a wet chomp, her body shattering the instant his mouth closed around her. Her breath broke into ragged gasps as she gave in completely, every muscle trembling.

Eren’s grip on her thigh only tightened. Even as her strength gave out, he dragged her down harder, burying himself deeper against her. His tongue rolled inside, tracing every fold, every trembling line, relentless in its hunger. Velira clawed at the sheets, trying to lift herself, but she could barely move—her weak resistance dissolving against his unyielding control.

Tears welled in her eyes as her vision blurred. Through the haze, she saw Mira. Mira’s hand had slid down across her belly, fingers brushing lower until they grazed the slick, swollen folds between her thighs. The instant she touched herself, she jolted with a shudder. Her fingers teased along her lips, parting them slowly, slick gathering against her skin as she trembled.

Mira held her breath, eyes locked on the two before her. When her fingers finally slipped inside, a gasp slipped from her throat—at the same time Velira let out a broken cry above Eren’s face. Their voices overlapped, heavy and raw, as Eren dug deeper, tongue devouring, savoring every ripple inside Velira.

Velira’s whole body convulsed, her voice stammering as she tried to form words through the waves of pleasure crashing over her. "S-sorry... Mira... I—I couldn’t... show you..." Her apology broke apart into another cry as Eren bit gently at her folds, the sharp spark making her arch forward, shattering into a scream.

Mira’s fingers plunged inside herself, restless and trembling, no longer able to control the hunger gnawing through her. Her eyes flicked to Velira—drowned in pleasure atop Eren—and then back to her own hand. No matter how deep she pushed, no touch of her own could make her feel the way Eren’s had. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered, voice low and damp with longing, ’I feel... how you felt.’

Her knees dragged forward across the futon, her bare skin brushing against Eren’s shin. Her hips shifted with each movement, soft flesh pressing and sliding as a slick trail of her arousal marked the path she left behind. Closer, closer—until her gaze locked with Velira’s, eyes wide, trembling, and unblinking.

’I can’t hold back any longer,’

Mira breathed.

Her hands shot to the sides of her gown, clutching the fabric in a frantic pull. In one swift motion she pulled it up and tossed it aside, baring the tight bindings of a sarashi wrapped hard across her chest. Velira’s breath caught, eyes widening at the sight.

But Mira wasn’t done. Her fingers seized the knot, and with a sharp tug, the cloth slackened. Her breasts burst free, pushing the bandages loose until the white fabric spilled down to her waist. Full, heavy, and perfectly curved, they tumbled out with a bounce that made Velira’s eyes fly open in stunned disbelief. The sheer size and fullness—spilling nearly to her waist—left her speechless, her mouth parting as if caught between awe and hunger.

She’d heard whispers from her corps-mates about her breasts being too full, too heavy—but even that failed in comparison to Mira’s.

As Mira leaned forward, her freed bust swayed low, brushing across Eren’s thighs.

Mira didn’t wait. Her hand wrapped firmly around his already twitching length, pulling it upright in her grip. With her other arm she pressed against Velira, nudging her higher, pinning Eren between them. Mira’s arousal spilled freely as she hovered above him, her folds glistening inches from him.

Velira’s vision blurred between the relentless pleasure of Eren’s tongue and the impossible sight before her—Mira’s heavy breasts dangling close enough to almost brush her face, filling her view entirely. Her lips parted in disbelief, but then Mira’s voice cut through, husky and trembling.

"Eren... I’m going down."

Mira brought her palm to her lips, wetting it with spit before sliding it along his shaft. Her hand stroked him once, twice—slickening him further—before she tightened her grip. With one smooth, forceful motion she guided herself lower and dropped her hips.

The first thrust struck true. His cock slid deep into her ravaged, twitching folds, and her body clamped down around him instantly—gripping, refusing to let him go. A strangled cry tore from Mira’s throat as she sank down fully, her walls clutching him in trembling waves, holding him captive inside her heat.

Eren’s breath hitched, his body locking tight beneath them—as he bit down onto Velira from below.

Velira yelped, the sound bursting half in pain, half in unbearable pleasure. Her body buckled, collapsing forward until her face pressed into Mira’s waist, her cheek brushing from the heavy swell of Mira’s breast down to the curve of her stomach. Her hips shuddered above Eren’s mouth, folds rippling as his tongue drove deeper, relentless.

Her lips parted, and a thick stream of saliva spilled unchecked from her mouth. It trickled over Mira’s skin, slipping past her navel, past her hair, until it ran down between Mira’s thighs—mixing with the slick heat where she and Eren were joined, making their union wetter, hotter, more frantic.

Eren’s pelvis bucked upward, instinctive, uncontrolled. He thrust into Mira with a sudden force that made her gasp out, "Wait—!" But he pushed again, harder, each motion jerking from his exhausted body in ragged bursts.

Mira clutched at his waist, pressing him back into the futon as she cried out, breath trembling, "Wait... please—" Her voice broke between need and restraint.

Mira shifted, pushing Velira back. Velira moaned weakly, her body shuddering in helpless spasms, each small cry breaking loose whenever Eren thrust deeper into her trembling folds. She clung without strength.

Mira drew in a long, steadying breath. Her chest rose, her eyes narrowing with quiet resolve. "Alright..." she murmured—soft, almost only to herself.

She leaned back slowly, hair falling loose as she tossed it from her face, strands spilling to either side of her shoulders. Her hips pressed down hard, her pussy clenching tight around him, shutting him in completely as though sealing him inside her. She held him there, every inch buried, her breath shuddering as her head bobbed once—her hair swaying in the still air.

Mira’s eyes burned with determination as she pulled in a deep breath. With a low hum, she lifted her waist and then slammed down, a sharp moan spilling from her lips before she could stifle it. The jolt of pleasure tore through her insides, reshaping her with every plunge—but she no longer cared. Again she rose, then dropped harder, each thrust louder than the last, until the smack of their hips echoed through the tavern. The sound carried even beyond the window, swept away by the wind, though none of the three inside cared. Mira was lost in her own frenzy, indulging in the raw, relentless rhythm of her body.

As Mira’s pace quickened, Eren could no longer hold himself back. His hand clutched tightly around Velira’s trembling thighs, forcing her down against his mouth. His tongue lashed and his teeth grazed her tender folds, biting, sucking, driving her to the edge. Velira’s eyes snapped wide as her daze broke—she flailed weakly, searching for escape, but his grip bound her fast.

Tears blurred her vision, her cries breaking in gasps of panic—until her body began to change. The shock of his relentless licks and unpredictable bites softened into something else, something she couldn’t deny. Her trembling hips slowly yielded, pressing down instead of pulling away, sinking onto him deeper with every shudder.

Her chest heaved violently as she tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling, her mouth falling open with a raw, guttural sound. Her tongue lolled to the side, breathless, before her voice cracked out, trembling and desperate: "This... this is it—"

Her body surrendered completely. Her hips began to move on their own—first small, hesitant rolls, then sideways, then down again, finding a rhythm against his mouth. Each motion pressed her deeper onto him, until her thighs quivered with every grind. Eren met her, unrelenting, and Velira’s cries melted into moans as she gave in, her body rocking in helpless rhythm against his tongue.

Her entrance stretched wider, her body slowly adjusting to the relentless invasion. The trembling shock fading. Her hips began to grind down against his mouth, shallow at first, then deeper, each motion shuddering with spasms that fluttered across his tongue.

Every push drove her harder onto him, until she was no longer resisting but demanding—pressing in, grinding deep, begging wordlessly for more. Slick arousal spilled freely from her, coating his cheeks and chin, dripping down onto the futon beneath. It pooled there in a dark patch, but to no one’s care—Mira hammering from above, Velira grinding from above his mouth, and Eren trapped between them, devouring and being devoured all at once