Chapter 119: Promises

Chapter 119: Promises Kiran’s eyes, still bright with desire and a hint of her usual wildness, met Eren’s over her shoulder. She was on her hands and knees, her body a beautiful curve, her wet pussy inviting him. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. Eren positioned himself behind her, his hard dick pressing against her entrance. He reached out, his hands finding her hips, guiding her subtly. He wanted this to be her pace, her rhythm, at least at first. With a soft sigh, Kiran began to lower herself. Slowly, she guided his thick cock into her. A soft "Ohh..." escaped her lips as he slid inside, the warmth and wetness enveloping him once more. She paused, letting out a drawn-out breath, letting the sensation wash over her. Then, with a gentle shift of her hips, she began to move. It was a slow, steady bounce, her body rising and falling with a deliberate rhythm. "Mmm... that feels... so good," she purred, her voice a low rumble. Eren watched her, feeling the incredible embrace of her pussy, the way she took him in fully with each slow drop. He responded with a soft groan, "Uhh... yes, Kiran... just like that." He kept his hips still, letting her set the pace, enjoying the pure sensation of her riding him. The sloshing sounds of their bodies meeting filled the air, a wet symphony that grew louder with each of her slow, controlled bounces. Her silver-white hair swayed with her movements, a hypnotic curtain around her. He reached out, his hands moving from her hips to tangle in her hair, his fingers gripping the soft strands gently. This allowed him to guide her, to feel the subtle shifts in her body as she moved. "You like this, Veilwalker?" she whispered, her voice laced with amusement as she continued her slow, steady up and down motion. "Feeling me around you... feeling me take you in, all of you." "More than you know," Eren breathed, his voice thick with desire. He began to push up from below, meeting her descent, adding his own power to her movements. Slow, then fast. Now, the rhythm changed. As she bounced down slowly, he met her with a powerful, fast thrust from below. "Thwack... thwack... thwack!" The sounds grew louder, more insistent. His hands tightened in her hair, pulling her head back slightly, allowing him to watch her face as he drove into her. Her moans escalated, becoming sharper, more desperate, mixed with gasps of pleasure. "Ohh... Eren... faster! Yes! Please!" 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, pushing her against the limits of pleasure. The sound of their bodies slamming together, wet and rhythmic, filled the entire chamber. "You wanted chaos, Kiran?" he growled, his voice rough with his own building pleasure. "Feel it!" He plunged into her again and again, his hands still gripping her hair, pulling her close, letting her feel every powerful stroke. She cried out, a series of short, sharp moans that were music to his ears. Her body bucked under him, muscles clenching and releasing around his dick . The fluid from her was pouring now, soaking the sheets beneath them, a clear sign of her wild arousal. He could feel it splash against his thighs, hot and slick, making their connection even more primal. Her breathing was coming in short, ragged gasps, her voice a constant stream of pleas and cries . "More... harder... oh, god, Eren... harder!" Her hips moved with a fierce, primal rhythm, meeting every one of his thrusts, begging for more. The sheer intensity of her response fueled his own desire, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He was lost in the moment, in the raw, unbridled act of possession. He felt her internal muscles tighten around his dick, squeezing him with a force that made his own breath catch. He was almost there, pulled to the brink by her overwhelming pleasure. He held her tight, driving into her with one last, powerful series of thrusts, feeling the wave of her climax breaking around him. "Ahhhh!" Kiran screamed, a long, drawn-out cry of pure release, her body shaking violently as she came apart around him. Her back arched, her head thrown back, her hair a wild silver halo. He felt the incredible, milking contractions of her pussy, squeezing every drop of pleasure from him. He groaned, feeling his own release surging through him, hot and powerful. He continued to thrust for a few more moments, burying himself deep inside her as he rode out his own climax. The world narrowed to the sensations of their bodies, the wet sounds, the shared breaths, the lingering tremors of pleasure. Slowly, Eren pulled back his movements, letting the waves of pleasure recede. He kept his dick buried deep inside her, the warmth and wetness still surrounding him. He stayed connected, feeling her soft shudders as she slowly came down from her peak. 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. This was a side of her he hadn’t known existed, a moment of real vulnerability in her overwhelming energy. The contrast was striking, pulling him in even further. He could feel the connection between them, not just physical, but something deeper, forged in the heat of their 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 small piece of control, a need to observe, to understand. He shifted his weight, feeling the muscles in his thighs burn, but he pushed through, driven by a primal urge to keep this intensity going. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "You’re amazing," he whispered, his voice rough with spent passion. He felt her shiver slightly in response, a soft, contented sound leaving her lips. This was a different kind of power, one he hadn’t expected from Kiran, a surrender that felt almost... pure. After a moment, as her shudders began to lessen, Eren slowly began to push himself up to a standing position, his dick still inside her pussy. He felt the incredible stretch, the delightful friction as she was lifted with him, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He held her steady by her hips, supporting her weight. He looked down at her, her eyes still glazed, her body limp and sated. A triumphant, almost predatory smile played on his lips. "I’m about to fulfill my promise now," Eren rumbled, his voice low and deep, his dick still firmly inside her. He felt her shift, her eyes clearing slightly as she met his gaze. "And I hope you fulfill yours when you are satisfied." Kiran’s lips curved into a wide, almost terrifyingly joyful smile, a hint of pure madness in her eyes. "Yes, Veilwalker."