Chapter 86: Map 2 Level 1 - 5
Sereya refused to move, her voluptuous body tense, her gold-wrapped band straining against her heavy breasts, nipples rubbing the fabric with each breath, sending unwanted jolts of pleasure through her.
Even as a thick vine spread her legs farther, brushing her clit with the tip of a cool leaf, circling the swollen nub with agonizing slowness, she locked her amber eyes forward, rage masking the arousal building in her core.
Her fingers flexed, her breath came slow and controlled, one drop of sweat trailing between her breasts, vanishing under the wrap, her slick mound dripping as the vine dipped lower, teasing her tight hole without entering, her imperial pride cracking under the humiliation, her pussy aching with need she hated.
Elira was last, her muscular frame rigid, a vine sliding across her nipple, the sharp sensation making her whole chest twitch, her firm breasts heaving, nipples erect and throbbing.
She exhaled harshly through her nose, her scarred thighs tensing, another vine touching the inside of her thigh, grazing her slick pussy lips.
She slapped it away instinctively, her hand trembling with suppressed rage and desire, her wetness betraying her as it dripped down her legs.
The vine paused, hovered, then began to rise, its tip glistening, poised like a predator sensing weakness.
And through it all, Kota didn’t move, didn’t blink, his cock straining thick beneath his tight junglewear, his dark eyes fixed ahead, his breath even, a beacon of control.
The jungle didn’t lunge.
It lingered, its humid breath curling through the mist like a lover’s teasing exhale, heavy with the promise of violation.
The air was thick, suffocating, laced with the sweet, musky nectar of blooming flowers that pulsed like swollen clits, their petals unfurling with soft, moist sighs that made thighs clench and nipples harden against the jungle’s cruel garb.
For Elira, that patience was torture.