CHAPTER 44: SISTER

"Wait, Eren—that’s too much!" Alayne suddenly yelled out, as Eren slammed his cock inside her without warning. Gripping her shoulders in missionary, he pressed her hard against his thigh and lifted her up.

Alayne’s legs clamped around Eren as he rocked her petite body in the air—like she was his own pocket pussy.

Her arms thrashed in the air—grabbing at nothing—movement just for the sake of movement, as pleasure overran the small pain blooming in her pussy—stretching to fit Eren’s size.

Her mind told her to push away—But her body...The legs locked tightly around Eren...Said otherwise.

She flailed her arms—grabbing at anything—scratching at Eren’s chest or trying to hold onto his muscular arms.

But nothing could take away the overwhelming surge of sudden pleasure. She just gasped—moans erupting from her parted lips every time the clap of her hips smashed against Eren.

Breathing hitched in a moan—thighs quivering as they tightened, pressing onto Eren from either side as if they’d snap his waist in half.

But Eren didn’t falter. He kept slamming into her—the clap of their hips echoing through the clearing—as he growled, "Would this be enough?"

His breath came ragged—though he was nowhere near spent. He slid one hand higher—the one still thick with muscle, the one uninjured from the day before—and grabbed tightly at the base of her neck.

Each time he shoved her body away, his fingers clenched harder—unintentionally cutting off Alayne’s breath in the heat of rhythm—only loosening when his thrusts slammed back into her thighs.

Her breath and moans tangled in her throat at once, gasping for air even as she was clapped into—the strangled moans and breathlessness evident in every writhing twitch of her body. And yet... even that turned her on even more.

She clutched tightly onto Eren’s hand. Every time he pressed his fingers too hard, her nails dug into his arm—impaling deep enough to draw blood. And with each stab of pain, his grip would instinctively loosen—just a little—enough for her to suck in a breath between the reckless crashes of his pelvis against her thighs, each one making her whole body hitch with impact.

"Tha—" she convulsed in the air, back arching, breath catching in her lungs—and even then, Eren didn’t let go. While her body trembled in climax, he kept on smashing into her.

"Wa—" Alayne tried to form words—any words—but Eren gave her no chance.

The way her thighs slammed against his waist told him enough—this wasn’t enough. Not even close to what his cock could deliver at this moment.

He tightened his grip on her neck, pulling the uncontrollably convulsing Alayne closer to his face, as he murmured—his breath ragged,

"You think you could start and end this on your terms?"

Another thrust. Another hitch in her breath.

"Not even close.You’re far from even touching the truth."

He picked her up into an upright missionary—his hands smacking hard against her hips as Alayne screamed out—his fingers digging into her other hole.

He only smirked at her. She had no control left—none at all over the rhythm.

Eren lifted her up, then dropped her—hard—onto his cock, only gripping her tight when he needed to guide her up. His dick plunged deep, fully seated inside her, kissing the furthest edge of her insides, as Alayne moaned loud atop him—mind blank, no thoughts, no control—just him and the motion.

He kept the rhythm steady—lifting her,and letting her freefall onto his cock—his hands only clutching when it mattered.

Alayne clutched tightly around Eren’s neck—nails digging in—as she leaned forward, teeth clenched around his hair, tugging hard. Anything to bleed the heat from her own body into some kind of movement—but Eren didn’t stop.

He just smiled—the intensity still not enough to satisfy his hunger.

Then—he pushed in one more finger.

Alayne gasped, sharp and broken—her asshole stretching wider with every thrust of his fingers. She chomped down onto his neck, her eyes already welling with tears.

She wanted to say ’Enough’—but no words came. Only grunts—deep, guttural sounds tearing from her throat every now and then.

And Eren? He just looked at her—not even that reaction was enough for him.

"Not enough?" he asked, gripping her hips tight—his thumbs digging deep into the soft flesh—as he pushed all of his fingers, except the thumbs, inside Alayne’s hole.

Alayne gasped—hard—mid-thrash, her moan resounding through the clearing and the forest above.

The sheer accumulation of his fingers inside her made her convulse uncontrollably.Eren pushed deeper, his hand pressing in—harder, firmer—until he found a rhythm.

Her hips twitched wildly as he pressed tighter, his fingers stretching and grinding against the walls between her ass and the dripping pussy beside it.

And all Eren did was smirk, leaning in close to her ear,whispering—

"Getting back atcha."

"No... Eren—please don’t—" her voice cut off,as Eren pushed harder.

His fingers danced through the slick walls of her insides—slowly folding and unfolding—exploring deeper,pressing into spots she didn’t knew existed with each thrust.

"You don’t get a say," he whispered.

His hips slammed hard—Alayne’s moan pitched higher as she pushed in deep,her canines impaled into Eren’s rough, muscular traps.

A deep hiss tore from his mouth—his fingers suddenly unfolding inside her hole.

Alayne, jolted by the abrupt movement within her,pushed harder—clamping her canines even deeper into his trap.

From a distance, Shaula watched—her fingers moving faster as her eyes stayed locked on the two.The schlk sound echoed faintly near her...and then, even that sound of her fingers going inside her glistening hole intensified.

She gave herself over to the pleasure entirely—just as a sudden, calm voice rose behind her.

Shaula jolted—quickly clasping her thighs together as she pulled her hand up to her bust, trying to hide—both her chest and the glistening hole beneath her waist—as she turned, looking back toward the source of the voice.

"Shaula?"

The voice carried a note of surprise—yet it remained calm, as a tanned-skinned woman stepped into view, slowly walking through the uneven terrain of the forest.

Shaula quickly turned back—her eyes darting toward the figure approaching from behind. There was a flicker of guilt in her gaze,and only one word escaped her lips—low, almost a whisper:

"Sister...?"