Nysa and Eren learn about each other quickly.
At this mont, Eren and Nysa were free to let go of their inhibitions and explore each other fully. They got to know each other in a way that stretched beyond surface-level conversations and into their desires.
The fusion of fire and water in the Red Fire Sardines reminded them that anything was possible. This was if they were willing to let go and trust in the universe's magic.
The couple's preconceived notions of each other faded away as they let their impulses guide their actions. Eren's words reverberated in Nysa's mind, making her realize he was right. Their identities were malleable, and they could be whoever they wanted at this mont.
Eren got on top of Nysa again.
He kissed and licked Nysa's exposed neck, savoring her skin. He pinned her hands on the water bed with his own, his fingers wrapped around her petite wrists. She writhed in ecstasy, lost in the sensations overtaking her.
The spatial fabric around the ship shifted as Nysa's ntal state affected air bubbles and let water in. So spatial manifestations damaged the ship as well.
'Um… Maybe blowing her mind is not the best idea. This thirsty virgin will wreck my ship if she loses control.'
The old Scrooge in Eren decided to control his actions as he raised his head and looked around. He didn't want to spend a lot of money on Freya's repairs. After all, Edin shipbuilders charged a premium.
However, it was too late for Nysa. Flas of lust surrounded her. And it looked like it was her destiny to keep burning in them until the flas retreated on their own.
"Aaaaaaaaaa! Eren…. I'm coming…."
Nysa ca for the second ti. Eren's stretchable fingers and extrely agile tongue could only be called godly by her. She did not know how Eren stretched and extended his fingers and his tongue in such a manner. But she didn't care.
During her multiple orgasms, Nysa was only interested in bathing Eren's face.
Eren allowed Nysa to breathe. He lay beside her and looked at her smiling.
The underwater world provided the couple with a different kind of calm. It had a recuperating effect of its own.
Underwater currents were the only constant on the river bed. Therefore, Nysa's moans and breathing were more clearly audible.
"Keke. That's enough rest, Nysa darling. Ti for the next round."
Eren announced before getting on top of Nysa.
Just as Eren said, Eren made her forget about all her problems. She would have a hard ti rembering her full na and background if sobody asked about them at this point.
Nysa closed her eyes and moaned as Eren kissed her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, and the touch of his hands on her body sent shivers down her spine.
Nysa kissed Eren's free hand. Burning to get more of him, she sucked his fingers and licked his palm. He tasted like the smoke released by the Sativa Stick and desire, and she couldn't get enough of him.
"You devil… what… What have you done to ? I… aaaah... I will not let you leave until you do sothing about… my hunger for you."
Eren chuckled in his head when he heard Nysa's unwillingness to part with him. It looked like she wouldn't let Freya out of the water until she was satisfied.
This was when he hadn't even activated the Mist of Lust. One could say that she was losing herself in the Sin of Lust's passive effect.
The butcher would have to say goodbye to Freya if he used the Mark of the Seven Sins: Sin of Lust actively on her. He was sure that Nysa's wild and uncontrollable space-elent attainnts would give his ship a sea burial it didn't deserve.
"I'll not go anywhere, darling. I promise. I'll cure you. Trust ."
Eren whispered in Nysa's ears as he reached between them and rubbed his palm on her lady mound. Her dark blue satin panties were soaked in love juices. Her sundress was spoiled by it. It had a clear wet patch on its frills.
***
Hindrance.
Clothes hindered Eren's expedition. Therefore, orange flas were ignited out of thin air and enveloped the couple in their embrace. When these flas vanished, they took away most of the clothing worn by both rankers.
"Cure ? Yes. You have to cure . You… aaaah… you were the one to infect in the first place."
Nysa threw her hesitation away and let it take flight with the escaping Red Fire sardines. She spread her legs and welcod Eren's touch before wrapping her legs around his waist. She locked her arms around his neck and allowed him to do whatever he wanted with his body.
Eren was in his birthday suit. Nysa's innerwear was left on her, still covering her intimate parts. Her stockings also survived the fire started by the butcher. It was clear that they were deliberately left at their place.
Nysa's tempting body gave Eren more area to work on. He decided to take things slow until Nysa controlled her desires. He paused briefly and marveled at her aptly sculpted body.
Nysa looked at Eren with unquenched thirst. Her breasts heaved up and down because of her deep breaths. The now-erect nipples made their presence known through her lacy blue brassiere. They beckoned Eren to fine-tune them with his fingers and suck on them as if his life depended on it.
"You're like a living sculpture," Eren murmured, his voice filled with awe. "Every inch of you is so perfectly crafted, so breathtakingly beautiful."
Eren completed his woman as he explored her almost-naked body with newfound vigor. To enjoy her ti with Eren, Nysa didn't think she needed to be told she was beautiful. But his words managed to delight her anyway. Eren's praise and admiring gaze encouraged her, allowing her to find true satisfaction in the sea of lust.
Nysa welcod Eren's gaze on her body, teasing him by kneading her own boobs into her hands. Her eyes sparkled with peculiar light as she spoke in a sultry tone.
"And you're the one who makes feel like a masterpiece."
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