Romans & histoires Ao3 7 Minutes Eren

He stares at my eyes for a few seconds before his gaze lowers down to my lips. “Tell me now.” He breathes against my lips, his pupils dilating. “I’ve to relieve myself.” He breathes again, this time more needingly. My head is throbbing. “I can’t hold any longer.” I feel his hand turn into a fist on my back. “K-kiss me Eren.” I blurt out, giving in.

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.'

“I won’t. She doesn’t share. But it’s fun watching you squirm.” Then she pushed in the final plug—wide, stretching him open—and whispered against his ear. “You’re going to hold that for an hour.” He moaned into the gag. She kissed his neck. “Or you’ll lose your next orgasm.” ⸻ Back in the main chamber, Eren knelt on a silk cushion, naked and shaking. He hadn’t spoken. He hadn’t moved. Selene stood behind him. She hadn’t sat. Hadn’t touched him. Just watched.

The pulse was barely there, but she wasn’t breathing. Taking a proper position next to her, Eren quickly adjusted her head, opening her mouth, he reclaimed it with his, but this time it was to breathe life into it, over and over again, his heart and mind were fretting like a little child, too scared to lose her, he breathed all the air he had in his lungs inside her, not caring about his burning throat. Not while hers lacked life, not while hers was that dry, he thought to himself. He wasn’t going to lose her! he wasn’t going to let her walk away!

He continued. My chest ached, my pulse stuttered. The air was too thick, the lights too bright, and every sound, the breathy whimpers, the faint slurp of movement, Eren’s low grunt, stabbed through my skull. “I wasn’t going to make you remember it because I can understand how a wimp like you would feel,” Ariel pulled his dick out of her mouth again and opened her mouth up like a hungry dog. And I watched, although not clearly, as Eren spat into her mouth before she resumed sucking on his dick like it was a pacifier, groaning, choking and slurping like her life depended on it.

"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.

Anne is for Brad and so is he for Anne. ”So...” I can hear Eric releasing a good sigh. “I should pick you up at seven.” “What? It's 6:30 now. Can you do 8 something?” I hurry my feet to the closet and start to shuffle through my clothes. Eric laughs, “Okay. 7:30 then. I can't esit to see you,” he says with sincerity in his voice. I stop my hands and look myself in the mirror across the wall. My eyes are glittering in a smile. “I missed you so bad. How many days did it had to be before we could decide this?”

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."