Chapter 187: under the oak tree (2)

A scorching wave of thick, hot seed flooded her mouth. Aria’s eyes widened at the overwhelming volume and heat, but she held her ground with fierce, stubborn pride. She didn’t gag; she clamped her lips tight swallows until she drained every single drop.

With a soft, wet pop, she finally pulled back, resting back on her heels with a dazed, flushed breath.

"That... is disgusting," Aria grumbled.

Yet even as she complained, she smoothly gulped down the final mouthful like a thoroughly trained, obedient girlfriend. She even wiped the pearl of semen and saliva dripping down her chin, casually popping the finger into her mouth to clean the rest with a lewd, slow lick of her tongue.

The visual blasted whatever was left of Eren’s composure.

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CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The wet slap of bare skin striking bare skin echoed in the quiet night. For what felt like an eternity, Eren had been relentlessly hammering into her from behind.

His hands clamped her hips, pulling her back against every brutal, piston-like drive of his pelvis. Each heavy thrust buried him to the absolute hilt, his thighs crashing against her butt cheeks until the skin bloomed a delicious shade of crimson.

Aria was utterly wrecked. Her palms were flat against the bark of the tree, her nails digging deep for dear life. Her spine was arched in a desperate, trembling crescent.

"A-Ah! Fuck— Eren, slow down—you’re splitting me in two, you monster!" Aria cried out, her voice shattering into broken sobs of overstimulated agony and bliss. "Ah... nghh! Oh gods, deeper—no, wait—stop, please—!"

Every word tumbling past her lips only poured fuel onto his fire.

Her insides were a scorching, velvet vice. The walls of her tight passage clamped around his thick, veined shaft with rhythmic, violent spasms, milking him so desperately that every nerve ending along his spine screamed in electric overload.

Leaning forward until his chest slammed flat against her back, Eren buried his face into the damp crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating stench of sweat. His hand sneaked around her waist, catching one of her tits and kneading softly, tweaking the nipple between his fingers.

"What was that, my delicate duchess?" Eren whispered into her ear, his hips slamming forward with a tempo. "I thought you were going to lecture me on aristocratic etiquette! Where did that haughty posture go, Aria?"

Aria threw her head back against his shoulder.

"I h-hate you... ah! I despise you so damn much, you insufferable idiot! You turned me into... shameless... filthy slut—ahhh!"

"Then hate me louder, baby," Eren rasped, his hips hitching up at an angle that drove his dick directly deep inside her.

Aria muffled her scream. Her walls clamped shut around his rod stiffening, a massive, gushing climax violently tearing through her lower belly.

Feeling the frantic, spasming grip of her channel milk him to the brink, Eren’s control snapped completely.

SLAP!

Eren’s palm struck her right ass cheek, leaving a searing pink handprint.

"Take it all, Aria!" he roared, driving his hips forward in three final, furious, bottoming-out thrusts.

With a groan, Eren locked his pelvis tight against her quivering ass. A scalding torrent of thick seed erupted deep into her womb, jet after jet of burning vitality painting her insides with his essence.

Aria’s eyes rolled back into her head, her breath catching in a gasp as she felt the flood deep within her belly, hot and heavy and completely inescapable.

They stood there for a long moment—two naked bodies slick with sweat, heaving in ragged unison beneath the cold night breeze, their breaths puffing white in the dark.

The moment Eren slowly eased his softening length from her dripping entrance, Aria’s knees instantly wobbled.

Before she could collapse onto the ground, Eren caught her around the waist and hauled her securely against his chest.

***

A few minutes later, Eren sat reclined against the base of the tree, a thick woolen cloak spread out beneath his hips to keep off the ground. His breathing had finally calmed, the embers of the campfire casting a amber glow over his bare chest.

Aria was completely over him, utterly spent.

Her head rested against the steady rise and fall of his chest, her ear pressed directly over his calm heartbeat. Her legs were tangled weakly between his, her skin still glistening with sweat, cooled by the soft lakeside wind. Eren’s arms were wrapped around her, his fingers idly combing through the damp, tangled strands of her blue hair, keeping the night chill from touching her.

Aria shifted weakly, a soft, exhausted whimper escaping her lips as she felt the thick, warm fluid slowly seeping out from between her thighs.

"You absolute brute..." Aria muttered faintly, her voice hoarse. "My insides are entirely painted with your filth."

Eren chuckled softly, the vibration rumbling pleasantly beneath her cheek. He pressed a warm, lingering kiss on her forehead.

"Consider it my permanent claiming mark on my most lovely girl," Eren murmured, his tone something quiet, grounded, and deeply affectionate. "Besides... you were the one who clamped down like a trap and wouldn’t let me pull out."

Aria let out a tired, breathy scoff, nuzzling her face deeper into him, her hand resting flat over his ribs.

"It’s strange," she whispered, her golden eyes half-lidded as she stared into the glowing embers of the fire. "Before you barged into my life and ruined every single one of my carefully laid plans... I used to think of intimacy as nothing more than a political transaction. A necessary duty to secure an heir, and maintain power. I thought the act itself was inherently degrading."

She paused, her fingers curling lightly into the skin over his chest.

"With you... it’s still completely filthy. You degrade my dignity until I’m begging like a fool." A faint, tender smile curved her lips. "Yet somehow, it’s the only time in my entire miserable life where my mind goes completely quiet. No political schemes. No fear of losing the position. Just... you, me, and the terrifying certainty that I belong to someone who would tear the world apart before letting me fall."

Eren looked down at the brilliant, lethal woman lying defenseless in his arms, his blue eyes softening with unvarnished devotion. He tightened his embrace.

"Sex without trust is just friction and biological mechanics, Aria," Eren said gently, his thumb tracing her jaw. "When you give someone the power to see you at your absolute messiest—sweating, screaming, crying, completely stripped—you’re handing them a knife aimed at your throat. It’s only sacred because you know, without doubt, that they will never use it to cut you."

He leaned down, brushing his lips softly against hers.

"You’re stuck with me now, my lovely villainess. In the boardroom, on the battlefield, and beneath the sheets."

Aria let out a long, contented sigh, closing her eyes as the steady warmth of his body lulled her into deep, peaceful exhaustion.

"Good," she breathed against his lips, drifting off to sleep under the starlight. "Because if you ever try to leave... I’ll just have to kill you and keep the corpse."

He raised a brow. "Are you a yandere or something?"