Chapter 258: Muscle mommy’s punishment

Emma puffed out her chest proudly, her brown breasts rising with a smug, defiant arch.

"Well, Volsver?" she teased, storm-grey eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "You want to play with them, or are you just going to lie there drooling?"

Eren looked up, blue eyes glowing with unhinged devotion. "Captain, if you asked me that a hundred times, I would yell absolutely a thousand times. I am blind to divine architecture."

Emma snorted, tangled her fingers into his dark hair, and bodily hauled his head straight down into her chest.

Eren buried his face into the warm, fragrant heat of her skin without a shred of hesitation. With one hand, he firmly palmed and kneaded her left breast, marveling at how firm yet delightfully soft it felt under his palm. At the same time, his mouth clamped around her right nipple, his hot tongue swirling eagerly around the peak, sucking it.

A sharp, electric shudder ripped down Emma’s spine. Her back arched, a breathy moan catching in her throat. Hands alternating between pulling him deeper and trying to shove him away.

"Ah—fuck—Eren..." Emma hissed, squirming on top of his hips. Eren playfully gave the bud between his lips a sharp, gentle nip before rolling his tongue over it again. Emma gasped, a shuddering chuckle breaking through her panting. "You’re such a damn baby... always losing your mind over a pair of boobs..."

Eren pulled back by a fraction of an inch, his lips glistening, a thoroughly unrepentant grin splitting his face. "No man could resist this kind of treasure, Emma. Especially not freshly served by a top-tier muscle mommy."

"Shut up, you perverted lunatic," Emma growled affectionately.

She pushed him flat onto the pillows, her palms finding the lapels of his white robe. With a sharp, decisive tug, she parted the fabric completely, exposing his bare torso to the amber lamplight.

Then, Emma went entirely rigid, the breath freezing in her lungs to see three massive claw scars on his chest. Even mended by healing, the scar looked monstrous.

Emma’s heart hammered against her ribs, a cold, sickening thud.

Her trembling hand hovered over his skin, her composure instantly fracturing. Very slowly, she traced the edges of the scars, her touch as light as a falling feather.

"Did... did this happen when the ring flared?" she asked, her voice dropping to a grim murmur.

Eren’s lips twitched into an easy, dismissive smirk, trying to dilute the mood. "Nah. These were from the Lord of Flesh. Pretty tough bastard."

Emma’s jaw tightened. Her eyes hardened into volcanic fury. She abruptly snapped her hand up, aggressively cupping his jaw with one iron palm, squeezing his cheeks until his lips puckered like a startled fish.

"You complete and utter idiot," she whispered, her voice shaking with restrained, suffocating rage.

Eren blinked through the squished grip, his blue eyes sparkling with cheekiness. "Mmph... hey, come on. Doesn’t it make me look at least ten percent more manly?"

"Shut your filthy, lying mouth before I sew it closed," Emma snapped.

She didn’t let him wriggle away. Shifting her weight, Emma reached over the side of the mattress toward the travel pack resting behind the headboard. She retrieved a long rope meant for tethering horses.

Eren’s eyes widened. "Wait a second. What is this for?"

"Your punishment," Emma answered coldly.

Grabbing his wrists, she pinned them together above his head, expertly wrapping the thick cord around his forearms with the ruthless speed of a seasoned knight.

Eren tested the tension, raising an eyebrow with an amused, cocky tilt of his chin. "You do realize I could snap this twine with a casual flex of my forearms."

Emma leaned down, completely deadpan.

"You break that rope, Eren," she whispered, each word cold, sharp, and entirely devoid of jest, "and you will never, ever see my face again."

Eren’s smirk vanished instantly. He clamped his mouth shut, blinked twice, and obediently went flat.

"Understood, Captain," he muttered, defeated. "The rope stays."

Emma didn’t waste another second on words.

Sitting back on her heels, she peeled the trousers down her toned thighs, kicking them off the edge of the mattress. Beneath, her simple panties were visibly soaked.

She hooked two fingers into the wet lace, sliding the damp fabric down her legs and tossing it aside to join her shirt.

The mattress dipped as she leaned over him, her tanned thighs straddling his hips once more. Her fingers wrapped firmly around his thick, hot, and throbbing shaft with weeks of pent-up. Eren hissed through his teeth as her palm squeezed him, her thumb tracing the swollen head.

Emma lifted her hips, hovering her dripping entrance right over the blunt crown.

"Look at me," she demanded with possessive command.

Eren looked up from the pillows, his wrists secured to the headboard, his blue eyes burning with hunger. "Always, Captain."

"Good."

Emma lowered her hips.

The blunt head parted her slick folds and pushed into her tight heat. Emma’s eyes fluttered, her back arching as her breath hitched sharply in her throat. She sank down a fraction of an inch at a time, every ridge stretching her walls to capacity, burying him deep into the suffocating, molten tightness she had denied anyone else on the continent.

"Ngh... fuck..." Eren groaned, his hips instinctively bucking upward against her grip, his jaw clenching as the pure, scalding heat of her core swallowed him whole. After seven days of dirt, blood, and cold death, the sensation was intoxicating enough to make his head spin.

"You’re ridiculously tight, Emma..."

Emma planted her palms flat against his scarred ribs to steady herself, her head thrown back, a deep crimson blush spreading from her collarbones to her cheeks. She took another shuddering breath, pressing all the way down until her pelvis ground flush against his, taking every last inch of him inside.

"Ahnn~!"

A breathless, shuddering moan tore past her lips.

Slowly, she began to move, rolling her muscular hips in a grinding, deliberate circle that rubbed her clit directly against the base of his shaft. The friction sent a jolt straight up Eren’s spine.

Emma leaned down, her wild pink hair spilling across his cheeks and forehead.

She captured his mouth in a brief kiss, her hot tongue tasting his ragged breaths before pulling back just an inch.

"You spent months training me in bed, Eren," Emma whispered into his mouth, her husky voice dripping with wicked, dominant heat as she began to lift and roll her hips again with devastating precision. "Now it’s my turn to run the drills. I’m going to ride you until your brain completely breaks... so the next time you even think about leaving me behind, your body remembers."

Eren let out a strained, breathless laugh, his hips twitching helplessly under her merciless rhythm.

"Yes, ma’am," he wheezed with an unrepentant smirk.

Emma scowled at the cheeky insolence and leaned down to his neck, biting down hard enough to leave a bright, stinging red mark.

"Don’t give me attitude, recruit," Emma growled into his bruised skin, quickening the roll of her hips into a deep, agonizingly slow bounce that drew a ragged, helpless curse from his throat. "Take your punishment."