Kiran's eyes, still wide and glittering with anticipation, held Eren transfixed. The seductive tension hummed between them, a tangible force in the strange chamber. Her breath, smelling of cinnamon and something metallic, ghosted over his lips, a promise of what was to come.
With a fluid, almost impossible grace, Kiran began to descend. Her hips swayed with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her silver-white hair rippling around her like liquid moonlight. She didn't break eye contact as she knelt before him, her mismatched gaze unwavering. The broken mirror shards on the floor seemed to shimmer around her, reflecting the distorted dance of desire.
As she lowered herself, her hands left his dick for a moment, sliding down his thighs, then resting lightly on his knees. She paused there, her head tilted, her long hair spilling over her pale shoulders. The strange, sweet scent in the air intensified, pulling Eren deeper into the disorienting allure of the chamber.
