Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

Eren leaned in close to Almera, his lips brushing against her face as he whispered softly into her ear. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down her spine.

"This little remedy will aid in your recovery, my dear," Eren murmured, his voice filled with rare care. "Rest for now and drink it when you feel ready. Meanwhile, I'll address the significant problem that may arise if we don't take action."

Almera's brows furrowed with confusion, her gaze fixed on Eren as she caught her breath, silently urging him to explain further.

With a theatrical sigh and a mischievous glint in his eyes, Eren glanced at Marla and offered a playful smile. "You know our mischievous drunkard. I fear she may tease you for being a bit too vocal and squirter in bed. So, I must ensure the playing field is level for both of you. Can't let her have the upper hand on you, can we?"

Understanding dawned on Almera as she processed Eren's words, and her eyes shifted toward Marla. The realization struck her anew that Marla had witnessed the entire encounter.

"You... you can't mean..." Almera's voice faltered, disbelief etched across her face as she looked at Eren, unable to comprehend how he still had the energy to tend to Marla after what had just transpired between them.

Chuckling softly, Eren flashed a cunning smile before disappearing from his position beside Almera. Her slightly weary eyes followed his movements as he reappeared by Marla's bedside. Almera whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible, "Rascal," before mustering her determination to join him in his "quest."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Almera began channeling mana throughout her body, igniting the flames of determination within her. After all, she had just embarked on her sexual journey. It was only her body that needed a bit of rest.

***

Marla's heart rode a rollercoaster of emotions ever since she had visited the treehouse.

At first, the treehouse invoked memories of her childhood and the ache of her strained relationship with her sister, Marie. Yet, amidst the tumultuous waves, Eren's encouraging words offered a flicker of comfort, gently nudging her towards hope.

Seeking solace, Marla sought refuge in her cherished spot within the treehouse, yearning to witness the majestic sunrise once again. She anticipated the tranquil embrace that Frostfoam ale would bring, soothing her troubled soul.

However, it seemed that fate had a different plan as Eren, ever mischievous, decided to carve his own path of amusement.

Disbelief coursed through Marla's veins as she beheld the explicit scene unfolding before her eyes. Eren and Almera, locked in a fervent and intimate exchange, their abandon unchecked.

The sheer audacity of their actions left Marla momentarily speechless. Unexplainable anger swelled within her, directed at Eren for ensnaring her innocent junior, Almera, within his inescapable web. Simultaneously, she couldn't help but cast blame upon Almera herself, questioning why she hadn't put up a stronger defense against Eren's advances.

Yet, as the weight of the situation settled upon her, Marla turned her wrath inward. It was she who had brought this big bad wolf into her den, unwittingly exposing Almera to his devious ways. Eren had evolved since their days as mere students in LA, his allure now laced with a dangerous edge.

The most confounding aspect of it all was Marla's increasing fondness for him, drawn to his transformation despite her better judgment. After all, the magnetism of bad boys held an irresistible charm. There was a reason big bad wolves got invited inside houses in fairytales.

Initially, Marla believed the spectacle would cease at Eren and Almera's fervent lip-lock. But reality shattered her expectations. Almera, easily swayed by Eren's seductive persuasions, delved further into intimacy with him. The sight of their uninhibited passion stirred something within Marla, stoked by the intoxicating effects of Frostfoam.

At that moment, Marla's desires collided with her conscience, a battle waged within her core. She couldn't deny the magnetic allure of the scene unfolding before her, despite the conflicts it engendered within her being. The weight of voyeur's guilt mingled with growing excitement, further fueled by the potent elixir coursing through her veins.

Marla's internal struggle intensified as her eyes remained fixed on the captivating display before her.

She started soothing herself as she watched the scenes of intimacy between Eren and Almera. Her right hand started pleasuring her intimate zone while her left hand squeezed her own breasts intermittently, fine-turning her erect buds. Before she knew it, she had gotten totally into the situation and even started craving to switch positions with Almera.

After her first climax on her childhood bed, Marla faltered for a moment as doubt crept into her mind. Should she continue down this path of voyeur's indulgence, or should she tear herself away from the seductive grasp of the scene playing out in front of her?

But just as doubt threatened to overpower her desires, the Mist of Lust started showing its effects on her. Being exposed to Eren's Sin Series Ability awakened a primal hunger within her that refused to be silenced. She no longer sought to resist the intoxicating pull of this moment; instead, she chose to embrace it.

With renewed determination, Marla's hand resumed its rhythmic motion, her pleasure mingling with the ever-growing anticipation building inside her. Her mind became consumed with fantasies and possibilities, her imagination running wild with the prospect of joining Eren and Almera in their carnal exploration.

Her body yearned to feel the touch of Eren's hands, the heat of his breath on her skin, and the intensity of his gaze upon her. She longed to taste his dick that had enticed her from the very beginning, the allure of Eren's pounding powers captivating her in ways she couldn't fully comprehend. Her moans were mixed with Almera's as a result as she finger-fucking herself.

By this point, Marla had lost most of the articles of clothing on her. Except for the undies and brassier barely covering her assets, she had nothing on her.

Just when Marla was about to reach climax for the third time, she saw the intimate exchange between Eren and Almera coming to a halt. She cursed Almera for being an amateur.

Marla's heart was pounding in trepidation as she watched Eren approaching her bed. The air crackled with possibility, and the intoxicating scent of desire permeated every corner.

"Hi there," Eren appeared beside Marla's bed and greeted her with a devilishly charming smile on his face. Only then did Marla come to realize that the big bad wolf she had invited into her abode was not content with only one prey. He wanted to claim her as well.

AN: VEH will have another mini mass release tomorrow as well. ;)