Chapter 85: Map 2 Level 1 - 4
A vine rose behind her, watching, waiting, its tip glistening with nectar, poised to strike if she broke.
And through it all, Kota didn’t move, didn’t blink, his cock straining thick against his tight junglewear, his dark eyes fixed ahead, his breath even, a beacon of control amidst the seductive torment.
Every single one of them was dripping now, their pussies aching, swollen, slick with need, the jungle’s touch a cruel flirtation that promised more if they faltered.
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The vine between Selene’s legs didn’t thrust.
It stroked—slow, feather-soft circles against her clit, the damp fabric of her sheer white shift clinging like a second skin, amplifying every teasing glide.
The touch was intimate, insidious, the kind no man had ever given her, the kind she’d fantasized about in secret, her bratty facade hiding a craving for humiliation that made her virgin pussy ache with shame and need.
The vine’s slick, nectar-coated tip circled her swollen nub, pressing just enough to send jolts of pleasure radiating through her core, her soft, untouched lips parting further, glistening with arousal that soaked the gauze, making her feel exposed, vulnerable, like a spoiled princess reduced to a whimpering slut.
Her knees buckled slightly, not enough to fall, but enough for the vine to delve deeper, its pressure intensifying, teasing the edge of her slick entrance through the fabric.
Selene’s breath hitched, her petite body trembling, her small breasts heaving beneath the shift, cherry-pink nipples stiff and visible, straining against the wet material as heat flooded her chest.