The room was dark, with only a faint glimmer slipping in through the window—whatever light the stars allowed.
Alayne's left hand pressed firmly against Eren's chest, fingers splayed over his pecs. Her other hand gripped his shaft, refusing to let go.
Eren lay in silence, staring at the petite woman who seemed intent on leading him like a wolf bringing down prey twice its size.
Her skin was pale and smooth, her hair chestnut under the dim light. Her eyes... he couldn't tell.
She'd just offered to do it with him for ten silvers.And truth be told, even without the offer, he might have considered it. This content belongs to novęlfire.net
Still, her smile told him something else—something dangerous. Her grip on him tightened, her palm pressing harder against his chest. The message was clear: if he didn't give in, she might just rip his only good trousers and have her way with him regardless, refusal be damned.
He could stop her—throw her aside. But then what? A dozen men waited outside. Not as strong as him, but together, they could cause trouble.And honestly? He didn't care.
"Do what you want... but—"
"But?" Her hand squeezed harder. The palm cupping his sac tensed, warning him that waiting too long might end badly.
Her brow furrowed. "?"
And with that, all restraint vanished.
In one swift motion, Alayne yanked down his pants, her hand finally leaving his shaft.
"Consider it done," Alayne said, hovering over his shaft. Her leggings were still on, but the damp patch beneath her hole glistened with arousal.
Eren, half-lulled from sleep, watched as she slid one finger toward herself through the fabric. With a single push, she forced it in—ripping the cloth at the spot—and then her gaze dropped to his shaft below.
"This won't work... thought so."
She brought both hands down and ripped the tear wider, enough to take him in.
"This will do." A wild smile played across her lips, her heartbeat hammering, sweat slicking her skin beneath her coat until it clung to her body.
With one sharp motion, she tore open the clasp of her coat—revealing nothing beneath but the smooth, milky curve of her bare waist and a tightly wound sarashi binding her chest. She looked straight at Eren.
Then, with a slick smile, Alayne murmured, "Nobody hears this." Her tone was more mischievous than threatening, as if she were casually undressing in front of a favored pet.
She loosened her sarashi, revealing a bust—not as large as Velira's, let alone Mira's—but perfect in its own way. Perfect, at least, in Eren's eyes.
He preferred big jugs, sure. But this... this was far from disappointing.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
It was a bust that would fit perfectly in his hands, filling them completely—a fullness he'd never felt in his previous life.
When she finally stripped the sarashi away entirely, her breasts stood bare, the peaks taut and perkier than either Mira's or Velira's. They looked even more aroused in the dim light as Alayne's mouth hung open, a glistening trail of saliva slipping from the corners she made no effort to close or wipe away.
As she loosened her sarashi, her other hand slipped inside her pants, fingers moving at an odd, searching angle.
Then, with a subtle shift, her haunches—ordinary enough by the standards of his old world—seemed to swell, straining the fit of her legging-like pants until they clung impossibly tight.
The torn fabric pressed directly against her lips below, and when a faint breath of air brushed over the exposed skin, she jolted.
Without pause, she pulled the small cloth from inside her pants and tossed it onto Eren's chest.
"Two silvers to put it in your mouth," she murmured, not waiting for an answer before lowering herself.
Her lips brushed lightly against the tip of his glans, sending a sharp rush through him as Alayne trembled at the contact.