7 Minutes Eren Ao3 Novels & Stories

qYRENE'S POV I sat on my bed in my room. The fan was cool, and at its highest, but my sweat was still pouring buckets. The room seemed to be on fire, and I couldn't bring myself to think. What had happened? I had had sex with the triplets. All three of them together! It was something that had never happened in all my life. I had never even dreamt of such. My body burned with the touch of three hands, and I was unable to deny wanting it. It was bliss.

Aiko bowed slightly—petite, long dark hair, quiet eyes. They answered basic questions about experience, boundaries, comfort with being watched. Then Kai nodded. “Clothes off.” They undressed without hesitation. Kenji’s cock was average length, clean and well-groomed. Aiko’s breasts were small and high, nipples pink and already tight. Kai and Elara walked around them slowly. Elara noted the smoothness of Aiko’s skin, the piercing on her breast, it reminded her of Meela a little bit. Then, she looked at the way Kenji held himself. When instructed, Kenji bent Aiko over a padded bench and entered her. Their rhythm was competent but mechanical—steady thrusts, quiet moans. Elara felt a mild spark

He only sat there, pretending to read, eyes occasionally flicking to me like he was etching me into memory. By the time Lera left, muttering under her breath about people who thought they were moving to the moon, I was exhausted. My room looked like a battlefield, clothes everywhere, my dignity in tatters, Lucan’s laughter echoing in the back of my mind. I was ready to collapse when a small voice piped up at the door. “Mommy?” I turned. Eren stood there, all curls and sleepy eyes, hugging his little toy wolf to his chest. He was only four, but he already had the art of making my heart squeeze into a lump the size of a walnut.

She wishes they had put that darn peephole a little lower so she'd see who was outside. When the knocking went louder, she inhaled deeply, gathering the courage and hold the door handle. Then she turned it and opened the door. She saw a man who had let Kenji wrapped his muscular arm around his neck. The man was tall almost the same height as Kenji, he has got a short back and sides haircut and he's handsome but her focus was on her damn wasted husband. "Uh, hey! I'm Eren, Kenji's best friend. I'm sorry it's late w-we had a couple of--"

Fiona was breathless, complaining that the container was too rough against her skin. Luca just nipped her ear. "There’s a first time for everything, babe. Doesn't the adrenaline make it better?" "You’re terrible!" "Hahaha! That idiot has no clue we’re doing this right behind her back while she ‘guards’ the boat for us." "You’re so bad! If Angelina’s father ever found out, he’d have your head on a platter." "Psh. You wouldn't let him. You’d miss this too much." I stood behind the cold steel of the container, my nails drawing blood from my palms. Tears finally broke through. Every word felt like a jagged needle to the heart.

The screen lit up with an incoming call from Joseph. I stared at it for a long time, so long that the carriage had moved at a uniform speed before I slowly answered. "Where are you?" "In the bridal carriage." He seemed not to hear me clearly. Before he could respond, a staff member's voice came through the phone. "Mr. Kingsley, a traditional Arin is happening up ahead. It's very authentic. We just made it in time for the final shoot. If we film this, it'll be the perfect closing scene for the documentary."

It was just this toxic connection and longing they had for each other, and he might have wondered if they might finally get the answers they wanted. And just then, she halted. He’d realized he zoned out for close to another hour. Seven hours, it took them seven hours to get here. To where everything led up to. It was a very small building with two glass doors that led into it. And a few uniformed men that hung around because it was getting late. It was a little past seven, he’d seen. And then Reg looked to him as she changed the gear to park. She, on one hand wanted to pause for a second.

⚠️ Author’s Note – Mature Content Warning ⚠️ Hey, lovely readers! Just a quick heads-up — this chapter contains explicit sexual scenes that are intense and may not be suitable for all audiences. Please read with caution if you're sensitive to dark, mature themes. Also, I’ll be honest — I'm still learning how to write erotic scenes, so this might not be perfect, but I poured my effort into it and truly hope it delivers the heat and emotion you're craving. 🖤

I felt all off it, and I liked it. He fucked me just as I wanted. He read me and understand. We connected. Better than the first time. My leg was all in the air with my toes curled like the muscles were gonna give out. He was performing medical miracle, all my nerves were heightened. I didn’t last. My closed my eyes as I got closer to the edge. The buildup since I saw that blonde, since I touched myself, the release was intense.

Two sixes in a row, I noted. Every one of the clients orgasmed, even Sherman. Julia wasn't able to get him hard, no matter how hard she tried, but he filled her mouth with sperm before six minutes was up. Ron made his wife cum, Gwen made Mother cum and Reneé swallowed a load of Dad's seed. Rolling the dice for the clients, I announced, "Client will fuck the slaves choice of body part." Since it was a fuck, the time was extended to fifteen minutes or orgasm. Sherman started crying; loud, choking sobs. Julia asked him what was wrong.