Only I love Milfs Transmigrated to a World Where Milfs are Hated-Chapter 62: Worked-up Eren

Velira rolled her hips over Eren’s spent cock—grinding, pressing her slick folds against him. The knot at the base of his shaft throbbed, trapping the last of his seed inside. Slowly, she felt him twitch again—just a faint bulge, a weak stir of life returning. Her lips curved into a sly grin as she hissed, "How much would it take to get you hard again?"

Meanwhile, grinding atop Eren’s mouth, Alayne finally slid to the side—gasping, her body trembling in waves, breath ragged with release.

Eren sucked in a deep breath, his face slick and drenched with her juices. He blinked up—just in time to see Velira straddling him, grinding slow and steady, lining herself up as she waited for him to enter her.

"That..." he rasped, voice raw and breaking, "I don’t think it’s getting hard again... not after all that."

Velira only smiled.

"It’ll get hard exactly when I want it to."

Velira’s voice dripped with certainty.And as if to prove it, she gripped his cock—guiding it upright, slow and deliberate, until it stood at full vertical beneath her.

She hovered over it, her soaked entrance just inches above.

"Look at it," she whispered.

Then, with a slow exhale, she began to lower herself—hissing through her teeth, legs quivering—as Eren’s cock slid inch by inch into her heat.

Her voice trembled, cracking mid-moan as she gasped,"That’s it... best thing before heading out on a mission."

With a sharp thrust, she slammed her hips down—forcing Eren’s half-hardened cock deep inside.Her slick walls clenched tight, squeezing around him, coaxing blood to surge through his shaft.

"Yesss..." Velira hissed, feeling him thicken rapidly inside her.His cock swelled, straining against her inner walls—sending her mind spiraling into pleasure.

"This—this is what I was searching for..." she moaned, voice laced with bliss."Good job finding this, Shaula."

His cock surged—growing thicker, harder.The knot at its base swelled even tighter than it had with Shaula, throbbing with renewed force.It bulged deeper inside Velira—more than it had moments ago, when she’d unknotted him and taken every last inch.

Now, as she ground atop him, her pussy visibly distended around the shape of him, the outline pressing up through her skin.She moved with purpose, planting her hands against his chest and leaning in, breath hot.

"You just stay put," she whispered, her voice thick with lust."I’ll be the one doing the moving."

From the side, Alayne watched them—her pussy still twitching from the relentless orgasm she’d just ridden out.She stared, breath shallow, watching Velira grind atop Eren—both lost in their own rhythm.

Leaning back, Alayne braced herself—hips pressing hard against the floor, her slick folds still visibly quivering. Her thighs trembled beneath her.

Her fingers slid down, parting her swollen lips.

"What about this..." she hissed, voice low, tinged with hunger.

She looked straight at Eren—drained, breathless beneath Velira movement.

Eren turned his head—Velira still bouncing atop him, lost in her rhythm, her breasts swaying wildly with each movement.

But his gaze drifted from her—locking onto Alayne.

Her fingers were still parting her slick folds, lips flushed and quivering.

"You... want me to do it again?" he asked, voice low, uncertain.

Alayne shook her head slowly."No," she murmured. "I wanted that."

She gestured toward Velira, then glanced back at Eren.

"But it looks like that’s a bit busy right now."

Her gaze drifted to the side—to the thick, unlit candle resting nearby.It was large. Rounded. Heavy.

A deep red flush spread across her cheeks, blooming with the heat of the thought that took over her mind.

Without a word, she reached for it—fingers wrapping around the base—and turned back toward Eren.

"Would... this do?" she asked softly, handing it to him.

Eren extended his hand, and she pressed the candle into his palm.

Then, slowly, she leaned back—elbows planted against the floor, her hips lifted, pussy glistening as she nudged it forward.

Her head tilted back, neck arched, but her eyes stayed locked on his.

"Do it," she breathed—gaze unwavering, voice steady and raw.

Her pussy glistened—slick and dripping with heat—as her voice rang out between Velira’s relentless thrusts, the rhythmic clap of her hips against Eren’s waist echoing through the tent.

Eren glanced over.Alayne had leaned back, head tilted, eyes locked on the ceiling—her whole body braced in anticipation.

Alright.

He reached forward, steadying the candle in his hand.With slow pressure, he pressed it into her soaked entrance.

"Ahh—that’s it..." she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure as the candle slid deeper.A deep moan escaped her throat, thick with need.

"That’s it, Eren... push it in—deeper."

Eren, acting on instinct, drove the candle in—thrusting hard.

A deep, guttural moan tore through the tent.

"That’s it!" Alayne cried out, saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the floor in messy strands."That’s it, Eren. Now plunge it deep—thrust harder—faster!"

He obeyed, working his arm in a steady rhythm—pushing, plunging, pulling—driving the thick candle in and out of her soaked heat.

All while Velira continued to ride him—her hips pounding down against his waist, skin clapping against in wet, unrelenting rhythm.Her breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps—body shaking—as she pushed herself to the edge.

"That’s it—that’s it, baby," Velira moaned, her voice cracked and breathless.

Her hands slid back, rolling gently over his balls, stroking them with a slow, sensual touch.

"I’ll give you all a reward after this..." she breathed, half-laughing, half-moan, lost in the pleasure.

She collapsed forward slightly—spent, uncaring—her body rocking as she moved. Her breasts bounced wildly, slapping against her own chest with each thrust.Her hips, reddened from the relentless impact, showed no sign of slowing.

Still, she slammed down harder—faster—grinding onto Eren’s cock like it was the last fuck she’d ever have.

Eren groaned beneath her, body jerking, completely at her mercy.

"Nothing’s coming out..." Eren gasped, his voice weak and breaking.

His cock trembled inside—worked up to the edge, again and again—yet not a single drop had been released.The knot at his base pulsed, locking everything in, denying him the final release.His waist quivered, muscles twitching, as he struggled for breath.

His hand began to slow, trembling from exhaustion—until another hand clamped over his.

Alayne.

She leaned in, her grip firm.

"You’re not stopping."

She seized his hands—forcing the candle forward through trembling fingers, plunging it deep into herself.

Her body quaked, each breath shallow and broken, hips twitching with every thrust. Yet her grip didn’t falter.

"Why are your hands so useless..." she hissed, pushing the rhythm harder—driving the candle in with sharp, relentless force.

Eren could barely breathe. His throat tightened, breath caught mid-groan.

Too much.The knot at the base of his cock pulsed violently, every nerve screaming, his mind on the edge of blacking out.

Alayne’s grip on his hand—dragged him back into the moment.

And still, Velira kept riding him—each bounce of her hips sending a fresh jolt through his chest, his body trembling beneath the weight of it all.

"I can’t..." Eren gasped, his voice cracking.His cock throbbed violently—another heavy pulse tearing through him, but still, no release. His waist trembled uncontrollably.

"You’re the one who’s going to submit now."

Heaving—without warning, he snapped forward—driving the candle deep into Alayne’s soaked canal.

She hadn’t expected it. Her grip faltered, hands slipping away, falling limply to the sides as her mouth dropped open—eyes blown wide in shock and pleasure.

"Aaahh—!"A deep, guttural moan erupted from her chest, echoing raw and unfiltered inside the tent.

From just outside, a soldier paused, hearing the sound."Is... something wrong in there?" he called out, uncertain.

Eren growled under his breath, body trembling as he shoved Velira off his torso.She gasped—caught off-guard—collapsing beside him with a choked moan.

"No, nothing’s wrong," he snapped toward the tent flap, voice rough, strained—but firm enough to shut the soldier up.

He turned back to Velira without missing a beat.

His hand gripped her shoulder—tight—flipping her to her side.His other hand clamped around her neck, forcing her still as he pressed his fingers against her trembling skin.

He didn’t wait.

His fingertips slammed to her dripping pussy from behind—slick folds parting as he thrust in, dick pressing past each trembling twitch, deep and ruthless.

Velira gasped, lips parting—but she bit down, trying to contain the cry that tore up her throat. Her eyes widened, back arching, but Eren didn’t stop.

"There’s been constant noise and screaming from this tent," the soldier outside finally called out."I’m coming in."

No warning. No patience.

The flap of the tent was yanked open, the soldier stepping inside mid-sentence—"Don’t tell me you’re doing some shady busine—"

His voice cut short.

Eyes widened. Breath caught.

What he saw froze him in place.

Velira was on all fours, her back arched, hands gripping the floor as Eren held her by the nape—driving into her from behind with brutal force. Her body rocked forward with every thrust, skin slapping against him, moans muffled through gritted teeth.

Behind them, Alayne lay sprawled—panting, soaked in sweat, legs spread.And between them... a thick candle still jutted out from her swollen pussy, lips parted around the base—twitching.

Mira—Eren’s step-aunt—to the front, naked and heaving for breath. Her chest rose and fell in exhaustion. Shaula lay splayed, thighs streaked red, chest rising and falling in ragged gasps.

Eren, buried deep inside Velira from behind, kept thrusting—his grip tight on her nape as her moans echoed through the tent. His eyes turned sharply toward the sudden intruder.

The tent flap had been thrown open. A wide-eyed soldier stood frozen at the entrance, mouth half-open.

"I told you to ask before entering," Eren said coldly, his voice sharp enough to cut through the haze of sex in the air.

He snatched a knife from the ground and threw it with lethal accuracy. The soldier tried to raise his arm in a useless defense—too slow.

"I was onl—" The soldier’s voice cut off in a wet gurgle as the knife buried itself deep in his throat.Blood spurted from his mouth, eyes reddening as he tried to form the words again."I was on—" he croaked, but his voice broke into a choking rasp.

His body collapsed forward, landing squarely on the mat, the woven fabric soaking crimson under him.

Velira’s head snapped up, eyes wide."What did y—" she started to speak, but Eren’s grip tightened on her neck.

He slammed his hips forward, driving into her harder, voice cold against her.

"Focus on now."

He slapped her hard; Velira yelped, breath stuttering. There was no mercy—Eren slammed in harder. For some reason, the kill had only fueled him: his cock swelled, pushing harder inside her. Velira cried out, breathless, "Too—too big."

Eren’s expression hardened. He caught her face with a hard slap, voice low and cold. "You don’t get a say in that."

His hand seized a fistful of her hair and pulled, forcing her head back. Velira’s pussy clenched around him, walls tightening with each brutal thrust. He leaned close.

"Look at you...you like this," he growled, yanking deeper; his cock hammering inside her.

Velira trembled, lips parting into a sound that was equal parts pain and want.

"Don’t you?"

A slow smile curled on Eren’s lips as he reached around, seizing Velira’s breast, pulling them tight.

"Forget everything else for now," he murmured.

His grip tightened, fingers twirling her nipples, as he tugged harder."This is what you’re here for—now."

He yanked her breasts to the side, pulling on them—rough and unrelenting. Velira cried out, her voice cracking mid-breath."Th–There—"

Her words shattered mid-thrust, choked by the force of Eren’s dick slamming into her. Her eyes widened, her voice just barely returning—

"There’s a dead man..."

Eren only thrust harder."So what?" he muttered.

His hand slid from her breast to her neck, hair already tangled and pulled back. He gripped her throat firmly, pulling her in tighter."Never seen a dead man during sex?"

He crushed her tighter, voice low and mocking."Oh... I guess you haven’t."

His cock bulged, thicker than ever as he drove deeper. Velira’s breath hitched.

"This... this isn’t right..." she gasped, her voice cracking—only to melt into broken moans as her body betrayed her.

Eren gave her no room to escape. Every thrust made her convulse harder, his grip claiming her neck, her hair, her breasts—pulling her in, owning her completely