Chapter 15: Mirela, the Forest Bloom
The forest around Riven grew quieter with every step he took.
Gone were the usual chirping birds or the rustle of leaves. In their place was a hum—low, rhythmic, vibrating through the trees like the forest itself was holding its breath.
He followed the sound to a mossy grove where the trees opened into a sun-dappled clearing. A pool shimmered in the center, fed by a thin waterfall. Mist hung in the air like perfume.
And there she was.
Mirela.
Naked. Glorious. Curvy. Her skin was the color of cream kissed by sunlight, glowing with softness and warmth. Her breasts were large, full and heavy, nipples stiffened by the breeze. Her thighs were thick, her hips wide, and between them—
A dark, beautiful patch of natural hair crowned her mound.
It was wild. Unshaven. Untamed.
And Riven couldn't look away.
> "You found me," Mirela said, stepping into the light.
> "Or maybe you were always meant to," he replied, voice thick.
She walked up to him, every step a sensual sway. When she reached him, she pressed her soft body against his — her boobs squishing against his chest, her fingers undoing his clothes with skilled urgency.
> "Lie down," she whispered, pushing him gently onto the moss.
> "I want your pleasure in my mouth."
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He obeyed.
She knelt between his legs, licking her lips as she exposed him. His cock was already hard, flushed and ready, and she smiled.
> "Beautiful," she murmured.
Then her lips closed over the tip.
She sucked slowly, lovingly, as if she were tasting something sacred. Her mouth was warm, wet, and soft as silk. Her tongue circled him with care, then flattened as she licked down the length of his shaft, teasing the sensitive skin at the base before taking him deep again.
> "Gods, Mirela…" he moaned, gripping the moss.
She sucked deeper, moaning softly as she moved. Her head bobbed in a rhythm of pure need — her lips tight, her cheeks hollowing. Saliva dripped down his cock as she took him as deep as she could, gagging just slightly, then doing it again.
> "Cum for me," she breathed. "I want to taste you. All of you."
But Riven wasn't ready to surrender just yet.
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He sat up, took her by the waist, and laid her down beside him, her thick thighs falling open naturally. Her pussy was glistening, fragrant with heat and desire. The hair around it was lush and soft, framing her lips like velvet.
He buried his face in her.
He licked slowly, savoring the taste of her arousal. His hands roamed her stomach, her hips, then up to her breasts, kneading them gently as his tongue teased her clit.
> "Yes, Riven, just like that—ah—yes!"
He sucked her, licked her, nibbled, explored — his face slick with her wetness, lost in the wildness of her. Her moans grew louder, fingers gripping his hair as her hips bucked upward.
She came hard — thighs shaking, voice cracking — and he didn't stop.
He licked her through it, loving every drop of her.
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When they kissed, their faces were wet with each other.
He entered her slowly, sliding into her heat, her pussy hugging him tightly, slick and warm and perfect. Her breasts bounced as he thrust deeper, faster, his hands gripping her hips as she clawed at his back.
> "I want you to cum in me," she gasped. "Please—fill me—"
He thrust one last time and groaned as he exploded, pulsing deep inside her, his body giving in completely to hers.
They lay together, his head resting on her soft chest, her fingers stroking his hair.
> "Your body is wild," he whispered.
> "And yours," she murmured, "was born to tame me."