Ao3 7 Minutes Eren Novels & Stories

I tug on his hair and bite on my bottom lips as I come, my body quivering in euphoria. Eren glances at me and moans desperately as he slams into me one last time, giving his last everything. He falls back on his elbow, his eyeballs rolling backward and his lips parting a little. His body slightly trembles in pleasure as he twitches inside of me, too absorbed in the bliss to move out of me. He growls, breathing unsteadily before he comes down from his high and collapses on top of me. And from that moment, I was no longer the same. V●ᴥ●V

That Thorne was treating me like a real partner even if it looked fake to me. The meal felt too long and too short all at once. When we finally rose, Thorne’s hand settled at the small of my back, guiding me from the hall. I could feel the weight of every stare, Cain’s calculation, Maddie’s jealousy, the pack’s curiosity and mine. Later, in my chambers, I had just begun to unpin my hair when Eren slipped inside. Her face was pale, her eyes wide. “My Queen,” she breathed, closing the door quickly. “I have to tell you something.”

His feet had fallen asleep. Sari wave to both of them before running away with his new friends. Ritian smiled at him. He gasped when his right foot slipped on a stone. "Wenren!" A splash entered his ear. Ritian closed his eyes tightly. He waited for the pain but it didn't come. He swallowed audibly. "Thank god... thank god." Wenren chuckled. He said, "You should thank me as well. Just look at my clothes." Ritian opened his eyes. Wenren is incredibly close. The man gripped his waist hard, it almost made him grimace. 'That could end up with a bruise, yo.'

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--"

Reaching down to her private parts, Eren used his fingers to spread the wet lips, coating his fingers with their wetness before sliding them inside her, the act not bringing any sort of pleasure to him, but do wonders to her as he moved in and out of her mercilessly, her hands nested themselves in his hair, grabbing his wet locks harshly, her moans filling the cave as she neared her release, the first she had in centuries. She felt alive, in those few moments of pleasure, with a man, a real man, a living man, pleasuring her, something nudged her in the back of her mind, some remaining shreds of sanity but the feeling of having company, one of quality at that, quickly washed it away, leaving

Her gaze burned into my back, scorching, and I knew without turning that her lips parted slightly, that her thighs pressed together, that her pulse throbbed because of me. A wave of raw lust hit me so hard I almost lost the rhythm of my strikes. Almost but Eren’s voice had cut through again, jagged and venomous. “You might have fucked her long and hard in the past but….” He laughed, “…. That’s all it’ll ever be. The past. She wouldn’t remember a thing I did to her, she wouldn’t remember how I’d shot long stringers of warm cum down her best friend’s throat.”

"Can I borrow one of your unused trousers? I only bought shorts. How stupid I am." Eren was still kneeling in front of me. He looked at my cold feet, wearing only shorts. When I was busy with my thoughts, I didn't realize that Eren suddenly opened my legs. He also extended his mouth wide until a pair of wolf fangs emerged. When I realized it, I felt Eren's breath on my thigh. He bit my open thigh. I was shocked and groaned softly. "Eren, what are you doing?" I pushed his head away. "Sorry, I'm curious if you're as sweet as cake.

But I never got to hear it as the gag was placed back over her mouth. "What are you doing, Eron? You said I--" "Time's over, love. I said thirty minutes and the time's up now." I gasped, "It's not even ten minutes yet, Eron! Please, don't do this." He sat there tight lipped and emotionless, and it was only then I noticed the jagged scar right across his left cheek. I found myself wanting to ask who hurt him, but I cursed myself mentally, returning back to what was happening.

The morning sun climbed higher and the light through the window turned from pale to gold. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Anything." "The first time you ever did that. Were you nervous?" He set down his fork. "Terrified. I was seventeen. Her name was Claire. We were in her basement. It lasted about thirty seconds." I laughed. "Thirty seconds?" "Maybe less. I was so embarrassed I did not talk to her for a week." "That makes me feel better." "Good. First times are always awkward. That is the point. They are not about being perfect. They are about being new."

“Keren No.18, Room 1.” At the moment the message was sent, Eranthe did not immediately put down her phone. Her thumb remained on the screen, as if confirming something, or as if waiting for some irreversible result. She knew very clearly what she was doing. Just forty-five minutes earlier, she had been standing outside that not-fully-closed door, watching everything inside. That man, Dylan, her boyfriend of more than two years, was leaning lazily against the sofa, while another woman’s leg was slowly and suggestively moving along his body.