Chapter 83: Map 2 Level 1 - 2
Sereya stormed forward two steps, her voluptuous body tensing as she stopped abruptly, the moss beneath her foot exhaling a wet, humid breath that caressed her bare soles like a lover’s sigh.
The sensation sent an unwelcome shiver up her creamy thighs, her golden-wrapped band straining against her heavy breasts, nipples stiffening against the fabric, a faint heat blooming between her legs despite her fury.
"This is beneath us," she snapped, her voice a commanding purr laced with disdain, her amber eyes blazing as she glared at the jungle’s encroaching vines.
"A queen does not crawl in vine-slime like a common broodmare. This is not law. This is filth." Her full hips swayed with restrained anger, her slit skirt parting to tease her glistening mound, her arousal betraying her regal poise.
Veyna leaned against a ruined pillar, her freckled body shifting, her rope-bonded breasts jiggling freely with each ragged breath, nipples hard and aching, her cursed fire making her skin glow faintly.
She sucked her bottom lip, her slitted eyes flicking to Kota’s thighs, lingering on the bulge of his hardening cock beneath the tight black fabric, a twisted grin spreading across her face as wetness trickled down her inner thighs.
"No, my queen," she said, her voice a raspy purr of ash and honey, dripping with manic lust.
"This is better than law. This is simple." Her slim hips twitched, her pussy throbbing visibly, her unstable energy radiating like heat from a flame, her wild red-orange braids swaying as she savored the humiliation.
Selene crouched behind the others, her petite body trembling, her hands tugging desperately at her sheer white jungle shift, but it clung like wet silk, riding up to expose the soft, glistening lips of her virgin pussy, slick with confused arousal.
Every futile pull sent a jolt through her, her small breasts heaving, cherry-pink nipples stiff and visible through the fabric, her big violet eyes wide with humiliated need.
"Why is this happening...?" she whimpered, her bratty voice cracking, her thighs pressing together as heat pooled in her core.
"Why him? Why are we like—this?" Her sheer dress teased her swollen clit with each shift, her manipulative innocence fracturing under the growing desire.