CHAPTER 42: SHAULA IN?

"Yes... that’s right." Eren held his breath as Alayne worked him over. One hand kept her hair back, the other held his shaft steady. Her lips moved with relentless pressure.

"Ah... how I’ve missed this through the night." Her words came thick, saliva threading between them as she drenched Eren’s cock and the sac beneath with dripping wetness.

"That’s it, Alayne," Eren murmured. "A little more..." His hand rested on her head—steadying, not forcing—letting her set the pace.

Still sucking him, Alayne said, "You’ll be next."

Eren chuckled. "Alright. But you need to bare that bust of yours."

Alayne looked up at him, her teeth grazing his tip on purpose. A sharp hiss escaped Eren’s lips. "No ordering me now," she warned. The wet slurping filled the air. After another gulp she added, "You’ll only do what I say today."

Eren held his breath and managed, "Alright."

Alayne pushed deeper, hands gripping his back. "You..." —slurp— "...are taking too much time."

Her hand slid lower. She pressed a finger against his hip and pushed it in. Eren’s eyes flew wide. "Wa—" But before he could finish, Alayne drove it deeper, finding the spot her years of medical training had taught her.

A raw gasp tore out of him.

His fist tangled in Alayne’s hair—tight, pulling—as he thrust into her. Release burst out of him in a flood, the world around him blurring into white.

Eren spasmed, hips jerking and grinding against her face as she took it all in. Her lips overflowed in thick spurts, spilling from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin, streaking her neck.

Alayne held her breath, her mouth and throat overflowing, her skin smeared.

She gulped him down with eyes clenched shut while he pushed deeper and deeper, until at last his trembling hips stilled, the spasms swallowed inside her.

Eren stood there, gasping—chest heaving—as his seed dripped to the floor. Beside him, Alayne’s cheeks at last grew still.

He tilted his head back, mouth open, eyes shut—as if his whole body had been drained, milked more completely than in all the countless releases at the tavern. Alayne rose, fingers gliding over her cheeks, chin, and neck, scooping up the mess along her skin.

She slipped it into her mouth with a murmur. "Mmm... too bad. You’ll need to save for a while."

Eren opened his eyes, gaze locking on her sweating form—the beads rising at her temples, tracing down her face, over her cheeks, along her neck, and into the deep line between her breasts, pressed tight by her dress.

"You alright?" Eren asked.

Alayne licked her lips. "Yes... I am. Though that amount was certainly something." She bit her lower lip as Eren sighed.

"Yeah... that was too much," he admitted. Then, after a pause: "What did you tap inside me?"

A curious smile crept across Alayne’s face. She pressed a palm to his chest and leaned closer. "Do you want to know...?" Her fingers slid up his chest, tracing to his chin, one finger already out. "Again?" she asked.

Eren faltered back, still drained from his release. "No. No, it’s fine."

Her smirk softened into calm. She murmured, recalling her earlier words, "You do remember that you’re following my lead today, right?"

Eren nodded slowly. "Yeah. I do. Alright."

"Mm..." Alayne hummed as she slowly pulled her skirt up—her pussy already glistening with sweat and anticipation. She gestured to the slick marks clinging to her thighs and sat back on the rocky plain, one leg stretched out. "Here. Clean this." She held her skirt aloft.

Eren, still heaving from the earlier release in her mouth, moved closer to return the favor. He sank to his knees, his head brushing past her slick thigh as he worked his way upward toward her pussy—bare beneath the lifted skirt, exactly as Alayne intended.

And just as his head neared—brushing along her skin—Alayne caught him, fingers locking tight in his hair. She held him still, stopping him from coming any closer. His tongue was already out, halted just a breath away from her pussy. His eyes slid upward, searching her face for an answer.

She pushed him back slightly, eyes glistening with anticipation, keeping him there—held out against her thighs.

"Why...?" Eren asked, a dozen questions in his gaze.

Alayne cut them off, fisting his hair and dragging his head to the side of her thigh, where the slick marks of her arousal still clung to pale skin.

She pressed him there and, pointing to her pussy with one finger, declared, "If you want this..."—then pointed to her thigh—"...clean that first."

Her eyes gleamed with heat and mischief. Eren’s gaze sharpened in understanding. "Oh... I see," he murmured with a smirk, leaning close. His tongue flicked across her inner thigh.

Alayne jolted, skin prickling, breath caught. Her face tilted skyward as she gasped, "Yes... that’s it. Now do it more fervently."

"As you say, ma’am." Eren gave her a nod and pressed back in. His head sank against her slick thighs, tongue working relentlessly as he licked, sucked, and pressed—devouring every trace of sweat and arousal clinging to her skin.

Alayne’s moans broke between breaths as she clutched at his head, trying to force him where she wanted. Eren caught her wrist and pushed it back, murmuring, "How can I let you feel it all if you’re the one controlling it?"

He dove lower, mouth dragging to the place where her waist met her thigh, sucking deep and primal. Alayne’s moans sharpened, her body trembling as she fought back tears. "Do it. I don’t want the small stuff anymore," she gasped.

Eren only smiled at her desperation. "No can do. You’re the one who asked for this."

He slurped along her thigh, licking it clean, then bit down just as Alayne’s hand shot for his head to force him into her pussy. A long moan ripped from her throat, echoing through the clearing. "No more, Eren." Tears spilled down her cheeks. "No more... I’ll do anything. Just put your mouth on my pussy."

Eren only smirked, denying her. "Nope. I’ll make you come from this first—then we can think about the rest."

He grazed his teeth gently from just beside her pussy down to her knee, then back again.

Tears streamed uncontrollably from Alayne’s eyes as she begged for release. Eren gave her none. When he pulled back—cleaning her left thigh—she thought at last he would move to her pussy, even lifting her skirt higher.

But Eren denied her, sliding past her slit to reclaim her thigh instead. "You asked for the cleaning service first," he said, slurping deep and tight.

Alayne sobbed, eyes wet. "Please, Eren... now."

He didn’t yield. His mouth moved lower, from beside her clit down to her knee, licking it all again—sweat, arousal, everything.

Alayne wept as she pulled her skirt aside, her sarashi coming into view—still binding her heavy breasts tight. Fingers widening her entrance; she was already wet like a fountain, mirroring the spring they sat beside.

"Now?" she begged, hips shifting toward him.

Eren paused, thinking for a moment. Then he nodded, his palm cupping her cheek. "Alright."

He lowered his head, focusing on the slit between her thighs. Alayne moaned through ragged breaths, her body weary from the teasing. "Finally..." She shut her eyes, bracing for his tongue—for his teeth inside her.

Eren’s faint breath washed over her pussy, already quivering. "Do it already," she pleaded.

Eren nodded. "Alright."

He lowered his head, moving toward her clit. Alayne held her breath, waiting for the final touch—yet it never came.

Instead, Eren bit down on the very side of her clit, not the bud itself. His teeth clamped hard. Alayne jerked violently, clutching his damp hair and shoving him against her thigh with a sharp cry echoing through the clearing.

Eren pulled back slowly, lips curling into a smirk as his palm pressed firmly against her bound breasts. "There were some slick marks from your pervert pussy still left on the side," he teased. He paused, then added, "Though it’s all clean now."

He patted himself with satisfaction. One of his personal goal cleared: make a woman cum without touching her pussy.

Alayne lay on her side, heaving and sighing—humiliated to have cum from foreplay alone. Eren pressed firmly against her bust, his lips close. "Shall we?"

Her eyes lit as she drew a shaky breath.

Meanwhile, far off in the distance, a third figure watched with parted lips. What are you two even doing...? One hand already rubbing onto her clit.