Chapter 70 - 69- Maira caught them?!

Mirea was still holding herself apart—two trembling fingers stretching her soft lips open, baring that glistening pink slit with almost desperate vulnerability.

The sight was obscene in contrast to her usual calm, self-contained grace. Now she was just... open. Offered. Trembling.

Vex’s breath hitched hard. His cock throbbed in his grip as he lined up again, the flushed tip brushing against her wet entrance.

She was slick—dripping, heat rising from her skin in waves, her folds pulsing with nervous energy. Every inch of her seemed to scream not just want—but need.

This time, he didn’t miss.

The swollen head pushed forward—slow, deliberate.

And it met resistance.

Soft, taut, trembling resistance.

The heat of her wrapped around just the crown, so tight it felt like a velvet vice. Her walls clung, flexing, trying to draw him deeper, even as her body twitched in protest.

The sensation made his hips stutter—like molten silk wrapped around a throbbing rod, sucking at him with aching greed.

Mirea flinched violently. Her lips parted in a silent cry, breath vanishing from her lungs. Her eyes flew wide—green orbs rimmed with moisture, lashes trembling.

Outside, Maira’s voice cracked with painful memory:

"You never cried, Mirea. Not once. Even when I sobbed beside you, even when you were burning with fever. You just held me. Like you weren’t allowed to fall apart."

Inside, she was falling apart.

Piece by piece. Inch by inch.

And Vex was the one splitting her open—slow, firm, unyielding.

His hand tightened around the base of his cock as he slid in just a bit more. The flushed length was now slick with her arousal, veins prominent, ridges dragging across her inner walls like fire dragged through wet silk.

Her folds trembled around him, hugging him so tight it felt like her body was trying to drink him in.

Mirea held herself open still—fingers slipping slightly as her body trembled, her thighs tensing, the patch of damp green curls flattened and glistening under the low light. Her clit peeked above, flushed and twitching, untouched and aching.

Then he pushed—just a nudge.

The crown eased past the first threshold.

And her body snapped tight.

A desperate, strangled sound left her lips—not quite a moan.

"Hic..."

A sob. Small. Raw.

Her gaze lifted—eyes filled with watery desperation, her mouth parted in a trembling, silent plea. Her legs twitched around his waist, muscles fluttering, involuntary.

He slid deeper.

An inch.

Two.

Her breath broke apart, chest rising in panicked jerks. Another noise clawed from her throat, and a tear spilled from her left eye—then another.

Outside—

"Mirea?" Maira’s voice wavered, closer now. Concerned. "Mirea, are you crying? What’s happening?"

Vex froze, his cock buried halfway—four thick inches swallowed by her soaking, gripping pussy. Her walls clamped down greedily, fluttering like her body was afraid it would lose him.

Too late.

Too deep.

She gasped—shuddering, voice cracking—and her legs instinctively locked tighter around his hips, as if her core was trying to devour the rest of him.

Then it broke from her—a cry.

Short. Sharp. Raw.

"Ahh!"

Outside, footsteps stopped.

"Mirea?! That didn’t sound okay. What’s going on in there?!"

Vex slapped a hand over her mouth, but the tremors in her body couldn’t be hidden. Her chest heaved under him, flushed red from her neck to her collarbones, tears now falling freely from both eyes.

"I—I just slipped!" she blurted beneath his palm, her voice a muffled mess, choked and shaky.

But Maira wasn’t buying it.

Her footsteps drew closer.

"I’m coming in, something’s wrong—"

Mirea’s heart slammed in her chest like a hammer. Panic burst across her face. She tried to sit up, but Vex’s weight bore her down, one hand gripping her hip as his cock pulsed deep inside her—unmoving but far from forgotten.

Click.

Scratch.

Two fingers pushed beneath the door’s gap.

Maira was trying to unlock it.

"No—what are you doing?!" Mirea gasped, her voice trembling now with fear. Her hands let go of her soaked skirt—it was stuck to her inner thigh with slick, clinging like second skin.

She tried to cover herself, but it was pointless. Her body was open—soaked, trembling, split around Vex’s thick shaft like she was made to hold him and only him.

"I heard you—your voice!" Maira was panicking too. "Let me in!"

"Stop—please!" Mirea’s voice cracked again. Desperation poured off her like heat. Her legs still hung apart, panties bunched to the side, her thighs damp and glistening, cunt still pulsing around the cock inside her, so exposed it felt humiliating.

Vex lifted Mirea into his arms with a sudden force, her legs instinctively curling around him as a quiet gasp escaped her lips.

Her body was still trembling from the buildup—slick, flushed, clinging to him with heat radiating off her like a fever. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples pebble-hard, her breath shaky in his ear.

With a single movement, he stepped into the small bath behind them, the water sloshing as he lowered himself—and her—into the steaming warmth.

But gravity had other plans.

Her weight fell with him.

And in that moment—her body descended fast, too fast—and she let out a sharp, broken scream:

"Aahhh—!"

Her voice cracked, raw and high with shock.

"F-fuck—wait—! V—!"

His cock entered her fully, all at once.

The water exploded around them with a wet smack, but they didn’t register it. Her soft heat swallowed him in one devastating drop, her slick folds spreading painfully around his girth.

Every thick inch forced its way inside, pushed by the fall, burying itself to the base in her trembling, tight heat.

"Nnnghh—! Too much—!" she whimpered, her breath torn away.

Mirea’s back arched violently, her mouth opening in a soundless cry. Her thighs locked tighter around his waist, her fingernails raking across his shoulder blades as her body twitched uncontrollably.

Her pussy clenched—panicked and pulsing around the sudden intrusion—stretching, adjusting, burning with fullness.

"I-It hurts," she choked out, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

"I didn’t—ahh—expect it to—go that deep—"

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Her hands scrambled over his back, gripping anything she could as the pain of being split open warred with the deeper, stranger ache that came with being filled so completely.

"You’re inside... all of you—" she whispered shakily, her voice nearly lost under the water’s ripple.

Her lips trembled. Her eyes welled.

Stillness.

Silence—broken only by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the soft sound of their skin still submerged, pressed flush together, cock buried deep in her soaked heat.

Then—

The door creaked open.

Maira’s voice cut in, urgent. "What happened? Mirea—are you hurt?!"

Her footsteps rushed forward.

Mirea sat trembling in the tub, one hand clamped desperately over her mouth, her other still gripping Vex’s shoulder.

Her face was a mess of heat and wetness—some from the steam, some not.

Her lower body stayed firmly seated on his lap, hips sunken down, thighs still trembling, pussy still clinging tight around the cock inside her, hidden just beneath the surface of the water.

Maira stepped closer, her brows furrowing in confusion as she looked around—searching for the source of the scream.

But all she saw was Mirea—alone in the tub.

"I’m... okay," Mirea whispered, voice shaking, lips barely moving behind her trembling fingers.

Maira blinked, uneasy. "You’re crying... Mirea, are you sure?"