Chapter 118: TUNA continues

Chapter 118: TUNA continues Eren’s eyes locked onto Kiran’s, a silent agreement passing between them. His dick, hot and ready, hovered at the entrance of her wet pussy. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Ready?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire. Kiran’s answer was a soft moan, a slight lift of her hips. He took that as his cue. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pushed forward. The tip of his dick met her wet opening, a soft press against her tender flesh. He heard her sharp intake of breath, a little gasp that made his own body tense with anticipation. He pushed a little more, just enough for the head of his cock to slide inside, stretching her gently. He felt the warmth, the incredible wetness wrapping around him. It was a snug fit, soft and yielding, yet firm enough to send shivers through him. He paused, letting them both adjust to the new feeling, savoring the profound connection. "Ohh... Eren... yes," Kiran breathed, her voice a soft, drawn-out sound of pure pleasure. Her fingers, still tangled in his hair, gave a gentle tug, pulling his face closer. He could see the intense desire in her mismatched eyes, a wild hunger that mirrored his own. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Eren pushed deeper. Inch by agonizing inch, his dick slid further into her. He felt her inner walls grip him, a hot, wet embrace that made his muscles clench. He gritted his teeth, holding back a groan, wanting to make this moment last. He watched her face, watched her eyes, seeing the pleasure bloom there. Her body began to tremble, a soft, rhythmic shudder that spread through her limbs. "Mmm... you feel... so good... so full," she whispered, her voice rough with feeling. Her legs tightened around his hips, pulling him deeper still. He pulled back a little, almost out, then pushed in again, a little faster this time. Slow... then fast. The contrast made her gasp again, a sharp, eager sound. He kept this rhythm, a slow push, then a quick, powerful thrust. Her body responded instantly, arching up to meet him with each push. As he moved, Eren also used his hands. One hand went to her hip, holding her steady, allowing him to control the angle. His thumb brushed over her sensitive hip bone, sending small sparks through her. His other hand slid lower, finding her pussy lips, gently spreading them wider, giving his dick even better access to her throbbing core. He could feel the wetness coating his fingers, the liquid warmth that was already flowing freely from her. Kiran was wetting so badly now that he could feel the moisture sloshing between their bodies with each thrust. It wasn’t just dampness; it was a clear sign of her intense arousal, a warm, slick rush that made every movement even more thrilling. The soft sounds of their bodies meeting, the wet slaps of flesh, filled the chamber, mixed with her increasingly desperate moans. "Ahhh... Eren! Faster... oh, god... faster!" she cried out, her voice rising in pitch, losing its usual controlled purr, becoming raw with need. Her silver-white hair thrashed against the dark pillows, framing her flushed face. He picked up the pace, pushing deeper, harder, his hips slamming against hers. He felt the pure power of their connection, the way their bodies fit perfectly, designed for this wild dance. He plunged into her again and again, his dick finding her deepest point, drawing a long, drawn-out groan from her. His fingers, still exploring, found her clit. He pressed his thumb lightly against it, rubbing it gently as he continued to thrust. Kiran gasped, her body seizing with renewed pleasure. "Yesss! There... oh, Eren! Don’t stop!" Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him in even closer, urging him to take everything she had to offer. The sounds from her were incredible. She wasn’t holding back, not anymore. Her moans were sweet, surprisingly so, a low, guttural hum that built into desperate cries. "Uhh... ahh... more... please, more!" Each one was a fuel to his fire, driving him harder, faster, deeper. The bed began to creak softly under their combined movements, a rhythm of raw desire. He felt the waves of her climax begin to ripple through her. Her internal muscles tightened around his dick, squeezing him with a force that made his own breath catch. The wetness coating them both intensified, a warm flood that seemed to cushion every powerful thrust. He kept his rhythm, pushing into her, riding the waves of her pleasure, feeling her shudder and clench around him. "Ohh... oh, Eren... I’m... I’m..." she gasped, her voice breaking off as her body arched violently, a long, drawn-out shudder. Her nails, though gentle, dug into his back as she gave herself over to the pure, strong pleasure. He felt the pulse of her release, a series of exquisite contractions that milked him, driving him closer to his own edge. The soft, sweet moans that escaped her lips were like music, a testament to the raw, wild beauty of her release. He continued to thrust into her, feeling her body still quivering around him, riding out the last tremors of her climax. The air in the chamber felt thick, charged with the lingering scent of their shared passion. Eren’s own breath came in ragged gasps, his vision swimming slightly from the intense pleasure and the disorienting scent. He looked down at Kiran’s face, seeing the pure, unburdened bliss etched there. It was a sight that both fascinated and disturbed him, a glimpse into the depth of her unique madness, now softened by fulfillment. "You are... quite magnificent, Kiran," he rasped, the words coming out almost involuntarily. He felt the raw power of her chaos element, still swirling around her, but now it felt more like a gentle, contented breeze, a quiet hum after a storm. This was a side of her he hadn’t known existed, a vulnerability in her overwhelming energy. The contrast was startling, compelling. He could feel the connection between them, not just physical, but something deeper, forged in the crucible of their entwined desires. He slowed his movements further, drawing out the final strokes, savoring the incredible warmth and tightness of her pussy around his cock. His own climax was building, a relentless pressure behind his eyes, a fiery heat gathering in his core. He wanted to give himself over, to let go completely, but a part of him, the Veilwalker, still held a sliver of control, a need to observe, to understand. After a moment, as her shudders began to lessen, Eren slowed his movements, pulling back slightly, then looking down at her. Her eyes, though still wide and glazed with pleasure, had a softer, more spent look. She was utterly sated, for the moment. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, tasting the sweat there. "That was... beautiful," he murmured, his voice a little rough. He pulled his dick out slowly, feeling the last of her wetness slide off him. He moved to the side, rolling off her, but staying close, their bodies still touching. Kiran lay there, panting softly, her eyes now closed, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. The air around them was thick with their shared scent, warm and musky. After a moment, Eren propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at her. Her body was still flushed, her silver-white hair spread across the dark pillows. He reached out, gently stroking a strand of hair away from her face. "Kiran," he said, his voice a low command. She opened her eyes, a hint of her usual mischief returning. "Turn around." Her smile widened, knowing. She began to shift, moving her body smoothly, turning onto her hands and knees, her perfect rear presenting itself to him. He could already see the way her pussy was still wet and swollen, ready for more. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes burning with a dangerous challenge and undeniable invitation. "Now," Eren continued, his voice a low rumble, "ride."