Shaula rushed straight to Eren, while Velira only sighed at the sight. "She'll take her time," Velira murmured, exhaling as she pulled the tent flap closed behind them.
Shaula, already flushed, had her hands tucked to her waistband. With one swift motion she slid it down, hissing through her breath as she seized Eren's hand. She lifted his finger to her slick, waiting heat—then jolted her hips forward, forcing it inside her dripping entrance.
A heavy exhale tore from her lips, mist curling in the air as she shuddered. "Th… that's it…" she moaned, voice breaking under the sudden rush.
In front of her, Alayne stood to the side, her hips pressing forward against Eren's face.. Her hips ground down hard against his mouth, his breath breaking beneath her as she trembled and convulsed, legs buckling. Eren's grip clamped tight on her hips, holding her steady to keep her from collapsing.
Beneath them, Mira bobbed in despearate rythm—moving along Eren's massive length.
