Kiran's words, delivered with a mischievous glint in her amber and violet eyes, hung in the air, a thrilling prelude to the intimacy that was about to unfold. Eren stood before her, exposed and vulnerable, his cock still throbbing from her exquisite ministrations. The soft gasp that escaped her lips as her gaze lingered on his balls, the "two things that look like eggs," sent a fresh wave of heat through him.
"Oh, Veilwalker," she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper that seemed to caress his skin. "You truly are a treasure trove of delightful surprises." She reached out, her fingers, cool and slender, brushing lightly against the sensitive skin of his scrotum. Her touch was feather-light, almost ethereal, yet it ignited a spark that threatened to consume him.
