Chapter 186: Under the oak tree

The silver glow of the full moon poured across the rippling surface of the midnight lake.

A few feet away, a campfire crackled softly against the chill, its embers waging a war against the chill night breeze at the Aria’s sanctuary—the exact sacred ground where she had surrendered her innocence to the dark-haired young man holding her.

Under the huge tree, Aria leaned back against Eren’s broad chest, nestled snugly between his spread thighs.

Both of them had stripped down to barely anything, for skin-to-skin intimacy. Aria wore only a pair of undergarments while Eren sat in briefs.

The contrast of the biting night air brushing against their bare skin made their shared heat almost intoxicating.

"That was quite the adventure in the carriage earlier, darling," Aria murmured, tilting her head back against his collarbone.

Eren rested his chin in the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating blend of winter roses and lingering arousal. His hands rested over her boobs, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.

"You call it an adventure; I call it Surviving," Eren chuckled. "I never imagined my refined, aristocratic villainess would be so ravenously hungry that she’d ride me in the carriage for twenty straight minutes without letting me catch a breath. My poor rod is still throbbing from that magnificent assault."

He leaned in, pressing a long, tender kiss against the soft apple of her cheek, letting his lips trail down to her jaw.

Aria scoffed softly, a teasing smirk on her lips as she leaned deeper into his touch. "Oh, please. Spare me the victim routine. You talk as if you don’t casually devour a different woman every day of the week, you playboy..

She shifted her hips slightly—and immediately felt the uncompromising, heat of his erection pressing insistently against the cleft of her ass through their thin garments.

Aria arched a brow, looking over her shoulder. "And look at that. The beast is already standing at attention again. Do you ever run out of stamina?"

"The little brother simply demands to express his profound devotion to House Reedings," Eren grinned, his hips rolling forward just enough to let the thick ridge rub against her heat. "He’s enthusiastic. You can’t fault a soldier for high morale."

Aria let out an amused, dry snort. "Haha. Very poetic, darling. How about you teach your little soldier some discipline and control that ridiculous excitement?"

Eren tightened his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face into her hair until his lips brushed right against the sensitive curve of her ear, his voice dropping into a dirty whisper that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.

"Why discipline him when you could soothe him, Aria? Why don’t you be a benevolent future wife... and use that pretty mouth of yours?"

Aria’s golden eyes widened with mock disgust, her nose scrinkling as she swatted his thigh with the back of her hand.

"In your wildest, most degenerate dreams, Eren Volsver!" Aria huffed, crossing her arms over her chest to block his roaming hands. "You should be on your knees thanking the heavens that I even let you fuck me like wild rabbits before a wedding ring is on my finger! Now you want oral service?!"

Eren didn’t drop the offensive for a second. Switching tactics in shameless, he buried his face into the soft crook of her neck, rubbing his nose against her skin like an affection-starved puppy.

"Come on, Aria... please?" Eren whined softly, his lips pressing sweet, pleading kisses along the base of her throat. "Just a little bit. Your mouth would feel heavenly right now. I’ll worship you for an entire week. I’ll even let you slap me twice tomorrow without arguing."

"Stop it, you manipulative brute," she grumbled, though her resolve was visibly crumbling under the assault of his lips.

"Please, my lovely, gorgeous, breathtaking villainess?" Eren murmured, trailing his kisses up to the corner of her lips, his dark blue eyes peering into hers with an absurdly cute, disarming gaze that no human alive could reasonably resist. "Just once tonight. For your devoted idiot?"

Aria stared at his pleading face, letting out a dramatic, defeated groan that sounded half like a sigh and half like a purr.

"You are an incurable plague upon my dignity," Aria muttered, rolling her eyes toward the stars while a helpless, fond flush painted her cheeks.

Slowly, she uncoiled herself from his lap, shifting around on the soft grass until she was kneeling between his knees, her golden eyes locking onto his capitulating smirk.

"This is uncivilized," she grumbled, reaching out with two hesitant fingers to tug his brief down.

The heavy shaft sprang free, glistening in the fire’s glow. Aria’s nose wrinkled in immediate, theatrical distaste. She had taken him inside her body until her hips bruised, but staring directly at the thick, veined dick inches from her lips was entirely off-limits for an aristocratic heiress.

"It looks... absurdly aggressive," she muttered, hovering awkwardly.

"It’s just anatomy, my delicate duchess," Eren teased, leaning back against the bark of the tres, his blue eyes gleaming with unvarnished anticipation. "It won’t bite. Mostly."

Aria shot him a glare before taking a steadying breath. Slowly, awkwardly, she leaned in and pressed the flat of her tongue against the flared tip.

A sharp, salty-sweet tang registered on her palate, and she instantly flinched back, gagging slightly with a grimace. "Ugh! It tastes like hot salt! You expect me to put that entire monstrosity in my mouth?!"

Eren let out a laugh, his hand reaching out to gently cup the nape of her neck. "Nobody starts as a master, Aria. Just breathe through your nose. Take your time, feel the warmth, and let your instincts take over."

Her golden eyes flicked up to his, catching the genuine, unmocking heat in his gaze. Swallowing her aristocratic pride, she leaned forward again.

This time, she parted her lips and took the head past her teeth.

It was clumsy. Her teeth scraped lightly, causing Eren to hiss through his teeth, his hips twitching on the moss.

"Sorry," she mumbled around the intrusion, her cheeks puffing out.

"Don’t be," Eren groaned, his voice dropping into a thick, gravelly rasp. "You’re doing incredible. Just like that, Aria... right there."

Hearing his broken, desperate praise did something dangerous to her pride. Her hesitation began to fray.

Aria wrapped one hand around his base, giving a clumsy, exploratory squeeze, and began to slide her mouth deeper. Four inches. Five inches. The thick shaft filled her cheeks completely, coating her tongue in slick heat. Saliva pooled at the corners of her lips, escaping down her chin and dripping onto his thighs.

She knew she looked disheveled—the untouchable villainess of House Reedings, kneeling in the dirt, covered in lewd slick, greedily choking down her fiancé’s cock under an open sky.

And suddenly, that exact thought flipped the switch inside of her.

A shiver rippled through her core. Her breath hitched around his length, her golden eyes dilating until the iris was nearly swallowed by dark, hungry pupils.