CHAPTER 36: DAWN

Mira’s breath came ragged as she bobbed upon Eren’s waist.

Velira ground her hips against his face—pressing harder, parting herself wider—smothering his breath beneath the intoxicating sweetness of her arousal.

Eren’s hand slid upward, leaving her waist to trace the smooth rise of her chest. His palm glided over the swell of her breasts, lingering, until his fingers brushed her tight bud. Velira’s body jolted, her breath catching in her throat. Eren confirmed the reaction with a firmer touch, pulling it taut as she shuddered above him.

Velira jolted, lifting her hips just long enough for Eren to drag in a breath—only to slam back down, harder this time, grinding against his mouth. Her folds parted, eager, as his tongue claimed her again.

Below, Mira jarred Eren’s body with every crash of her hips, her hands braced behind her for leverage as she rode him harder. The need clawing inside her only grew, as if even this frantic rhythm wasn’t enough. Her hand slid up her waist, gliding over the curve of her body until it found her breast. She tugged at the swollen bud, stretching the soft skin taut between her fingers.

A shudder ripped through her, and her moans burst louder, filling the room in raw chorus with Velira’s cries above. The air itself seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their bodies—wet smacks, muffled gasps, and the relentless grind of flesh upon flesh

Even the tugging of her swollen bud wasn’t enough. Mira straightened her back, freeing her other hand. She clutched Eren’s length tightly, savoring the hard throb in her palm before she let it go and resumed her relentless rhythm. Her slick fingers slid from her sweat-slicked waist down to her bottom, pinching the bud just above her lips until her body arched. A raw moan tore free, rising to join Velira’s muffled cries as the two of them ground and pound upon Eren—smothering his breath, draining every ounce of stamina he had.

By the time dawn bled pale light through the window, Mira’s pace had slowed to a weary grind against his hips. Her breath hitched as her gaze lifted to Velira, slumped forward across Eren’s body. Velira’s face had fallen against Mira’s lower belly, directly before the place where she and Eren were joined. Each faint movement smeared her cheek with their mess, every twitch catching the splash of their joining.

Mira’s eyes lingered on her—Velira’s waist still trembling faintly, thighs quivering around Eren’s head. Then her gaze drifted lower, to the sight of his face buried between Velira’s thighs, his lips and tongue still locked against her, even as the dawn washed over them

Velira’s hips still clung to him, trembling as they grind weakly against Eren. The fierce rhythm of the night had long faded, but even in her exhaustion she moved in small, instinctive rolls, as if her body refused to stop. Each sluggish motion pressed her down harder whenever his tongue faltered beneath her.

Eren’s eyelids barely open, heavy with fatigue. His face was streaked with her arousal—shining trails damp across his chin and cheeks, still wet from her restless leaking above him. Velira shifted unconsciously, caught between dream and waking, and with a sudden jerk of her hips she pressed down again, smearing more of her wetness across his lips.

Barely able to breathe, Eren lay trapped, his body too drained to resist, his face lost beneath the steady, unrelenting weight of her heat

Mira sighed, her chest rising with a long, shuddering breath. She pushed herself up, pulling free of Eren with a sharp jolt. At once her insides spilled, hot and messy, a stream of thick white dripping down her thighs. She turned toward the faint streak of dawnlight cutting through the window, her gaze steadying as if in quiet resolve.

Her hands slid down to Eren’s base, wrapping around him firmly. Her breath was ragged, lips parting as she murmured to herself, almost inaudible. She reached for the cloth at her side, wiping gently along his shaft, though her hand lingered, stroking more than cleaning.

Then, leaning closer, she pressed her mouth over him. First just the tip, hesitant, her lips stretching as she took him in. But with a slow push, she forced deeper—the thick length sliding past her tongue, reaching into her throat.

Eren jerked beneath her, trembling violently, a strangled gasp breaking through his chest as the sudden heat of her mouth consumed him whole

She bobbed her head once—twice—then sealed her lips tighter, sucking deep until the sound echoed in her throat. Her pace turned frantic, ravaging him with every stroke until he throbbed hard in her mouth, his length straining, ready to spill.

At the last instant she tightened her grip around the base, her fist locking like iron, cutting off his release. She pulled away in a swift motion, saliva glistening down her chin as she exhaled sharply. "Alright."

In one swift motion she swung her hips forward, straddling his thighs. Hovering above him, she held his shaft firmly at the root, still denying him. Eren trembled under her grip, his body begging for release, but her control was absolute.

She slid a finger across her tongue, wetting it with a trail of saliva, and pressed it down between her folds. It wasn’t need—it felt more like a rite, a deliberate preparation. She spread herself open, widening her entrance as her walls quivered in eager anticipation, ready to take him in again

Then, with one fierce, plunging motion, Mira sank down hard, her throbbing heat swallowing Eren to the root. Her hand released its grip, freeing him just as her walls clamped tight around him, pulsing in desperate spasms.

Eren had no strength left to hold back. The instant he felt her clutch him, his body broke—release tearing from him in violent waves. Hot seed spilled deep inside her, the force of it surging again and again, built from the long night of denial and milking.

Mira cried out as the flood filled her, her body shuddering violently in answer. Her own climax broke loose, liquid gushing as she squirted hard over him, her walls tightening greedily around every spasm he gave.

The only words that tore from her lips were ragged, pleading, desperate "Yes... more... I want more, Eren!"