Chapter 92: Map 2 Level 2 - 5
Veyna hung upside down, spinning slightly in the vines’ grip, the light playing across her sweat-soaked freckles, her wild orange-red braids dangling like flames.
Her small breasts hung heavy, veiny and swollen, nipples engorged and ready to burst, faint drops of cursed milk beading at the tips, falling toward the moss like tears of fire.
She grinned wide, her slitted eyes wild with manic lust, her body twitching with unstable energy.
"You gonna milk me or fuck me?" she growled, her voice rough, laced with challenge and desire, her pussy aching visibly between her spread thighs, wetness pooling at her entrance.
Kota walked to her, his movements deliberate, removing his belt without a word, the leather whispering against his hips.
"Oh fuck yes," Veyna moaned, her body arching, her small breasts jiggling, milk dripping faster from her nipples as arousal surged through her cursed veins.
He looped the belt around the base of one breast, pulling tight, the leather biting into her freckled skin, making her tit swell instantly, veins pulsing, her nipple hardening further.
Veyna screamed in pain and bliss, her thighs quivering, her pussy clenching with need.
"Tighter, baby. Turn me purple," she begged, her voice breaking, tears of masochistic ecstasy pricking her eyes.
He did, cinching the belt harder, her breast bulging unnaturally, milk beading at the tip.
Then the other breast, binding it with the same cruel precision, her small tits now swollen and veiny, throbbing with pressure.
She screamed again, her body writhing in the vines, laughing through the pain, gasping as milk began to leak in thin, shiny drops.