Chapter 137: Luna TUNA

Chapter 137: Luna TUNA Eren stood frozen between impossible choices, while Kaida waited with the infinite patience of a predator who knew her prey had nowhere left to run. Naia, looking small and terrified, whimpered his name from where she was pushed into the chamber. Kiran, suddenly freed from her restraints, watched with a wicked grin. Her eyes flickered from Naia to Eren, then back again. "Well, Veilwalker," Kiran purred, her voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. "Looks like your luck has finally run out. A sister for a soul, a daughter for power. What a delicious dilemma." She sauntered over to Eren, circling him like a hungry cat. "Come on, then. Don’t keep the lady waiting. I’ll even escort you." Kiran nudged Eren roughly toward a different door, one of the many carved into the chamber walls, looking far more intimate and less grand than the main entrance. She didn’t wait for him to respond, simply gesturing with a sharp jerk of her chin. "After you, hero." Eren’s gaze hardened, his eyes locking onto Kaida’s. "You kept your word about bringing me to Viva. But if you think this ends with us simply following you to whatever trap awaits—" "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Kiran interrupted, her eyes blazing with manic fury. "You think I care about your pathetic escape fantasies? You think any of this matters to me beyond my own amusement? I’m just here to make sure you get to your next performance." She shoved Eren towards the door with a rough hand on his back. "Move. Luna doesn’t like to be kept waiting." Eren took a deep breath, forcing down the surge of rage and fear. He glanced at Viva, who stood quietly beside him, her face pale but her eyes resolute. He squeezed her hand, a silent promise. Then, with a grim resolve, he turned and walked toward the door Kiran had indicated. Kiran followed close behind him, her movements light and almost joyous. As Eren pushed the door open, she leaned in, her voice a low, teasing whisper. "I’m heading out now. Bye, sweet Veilwalker. I hope we can perform another TUNA. I promise not to kill you." With a final, unsettling chuckle, she stepped past him, a blur of silver hair, and then simply vanished from the corridor, leaving Eren alone. Eren stepped through the doorway. The chamber beyond was smaller, more private, dimly lit by glowing orbs embedded in the walls. The air was warm, scented with something floral and subtly musky, a heavy fragrance that seemed to cling to the skin. Standing in the center of the room, waiting for him, was Luna. She was a vision in crimson. Luna wore a short, flowing silk shift, the fabric a deep, shimmering red that seemed almost transparent in the soft light. It barely reached her mid-thigh, leaving her long, elegant legs completely bare, their skin gleaming softly in the dim illumination. The shift clung to her curves like a second skin, highlighting the swell of her breasts, the delicate peaks of her nipples clearly visible beneath the thin, almost sheer material. The material was so light, so suggestive, that it left little to the imagination. He could clearly see the graceful line of her body beneath it, the shadowed indentation of her navel, the soft curve where her thighs met, hinting at the warmth and dampness within. She wore no undergarments, and the subtle sway of the fabric as she moved suggested the freedom beneath. It was a dress designed for pure, unadulterated seduction, to leave nothing to the realm of mystery. Before Eren could even speak, Luna moved. She didn’t walk; she glided, a fluid motion that brought her to him in an instant, like a predator closing in on its prey. Her eyes, dark and knowing, locked onto his, a silent command in their depths. Without a word, she raised her hands, her fingers cool against his heated skin as they cupped his face, tilting his head slightly. Then, her tongue darted out, a shocking warmth and a hint of something sweet as it flicked across his lips, a blatant invitation. Then, she pressed her mouth to his, her lips hot and demanding, a stark contrast to the coolness of her hands. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, not an exploration. It was a hungry, open-mouthed assault, her breath mingling with his, a rush of warm, scented air. Her tongue immediately invaded his mouth, a bold, seeking gesture, swirling, tasting, claiming him in a way that felt both aggressive and undeniably sensual. She kissed him deeply, relentlessly, her lips moving against his with a fierce urgency, without giving him a moment to draw breath or gather his thoughts, her body pressing flush against his, warm and yielding, the thin silk of her shift a mere whisper against his clothes. He could taste her fully now, the sweet, intoxicating flavor of her skin, her unique essence, a blend of exotic flowers and something subtly primal. He stood still for a moment, caught off guard by the sheer force of her advance, the lingering taste of Kiran a ghost on his tongue, the haunting image of Naia’s terrified face a cold weight in his chest. He wasn’t feeling the usual immediate response, the instinctive stirring of raw excitement. Luna sensed his hesitation, her movements faltering just a fraction, a subtle tightening in her grip on his face. She pulled back slightly, her dark eyes narrowing, a dangerous glint appearing in their depths, like a cornered animal ready to strike. "I guess you want your sister to die, right?" Luna purred, her voice a low, chilling whisper that seemed to slither into his mind, her eyes never leaving his, holding his gaze with an intensity that was both unnerving and captivating. The words were a cold shock, a stark and brutal reminder of the terrible stakes, the invisible chains that bound him to this place. The chill in his gut, a knot of fear for Naia, turned to a sudden, fierce fire of defiance and a desperate need to survive. He grabbed her by the ass, his hands sliding beneath the thin silk, his fingers digging into the soft, surprisingly firm flesh of her buttocks. He pulled her hard against him, crushing her soft curves to the unyielding muscles of his thighs, and then he returned her kiss with a savage intensity, his mouth slamming down on hers. This time, he kissed her back with a hunger born of desperation and a simmering rage. His tongue plunged into her mouth, mirroring her earlier aggression, demanding a response, a silent battle for dominance in the intimate space between them. He tasted her deeply, every corner of her mouth, the slick warmth of her tongue, the delicate inner skin of her lips. He felt her respond, a soft gasp escaping her as her body arched instinctively into his, her soft moans muffled by their grinding kiss, a sound that spoke of both surrender and a rising passion. His hands tightened on her ass, lifting her slightly, pulling her closer, feeling the immediate heat of her bare skin beneath the whisper-thin silk, the frantic beat of her heart against his. Her legs, seemingly of their own accord, wrapped around his waist, pulling him even tighter, molding her body perfectly to his. The kiss deepened, evolving from a battle of wills into a slow, consuming fire. He felt her initial aggression soften, replaced by a genuine desire, a melting surrender. Her lips parted further, her tongue dancing with his in a sensual, rhythmic exploration, a silent conversation spoken through taste and touch. He explored her mouth thoroughly, tracing the sharp curve of her teeth with the tip of his tongue, tasting the sweet, musky depths of her throat. It was a long, unhurried kiss, a deliberate act of seduction that now flowed both ways, each breath they shared shallow and hot, charged with a growing urgency. He felt her body relax against his, a soft, yielding warmth that promised untold pleasures. He broke the kiss slowly, reluctantly, pulling back just enough for their lips to still brush lightly against each other, their breaths mingling, warm and ragged. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, dark and unfocused with desire, her cheeks flushed a delicate rose. She ran her tongue over her swollen, glistening lips, a soft, unconsciously seductive gesture that made his own blood heat and his dick twitch with renewed urgency. Without a word, Luna slid down to her knees before him, her eyes still locked on his, dark and promising, a silent offering. Her hands, no longer demanding, now moved with a slow, deliberate sensuality as they reached for the buckle of his belt. Her fingers, surprisingly gentle, worked to unfasten it, and then the fabric of his trousers parted. She reached in, her touch sending a jolt of pure sensation through him, and her warm fingers wrapped around his throbbing dick, gently pulling it free from the confines of his clothing. As it sprang into view, hard and full in the dim light, she gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat. "Wow," Luna whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with a mix of awe and undisguised hunger. Her dark eyes traveled the length of his erection, lingering on the thick head. "So this is what Kiran was enjoying all along."