Chapter 259: Drying him infront of the girls.

"Why are you dragging an entire banquet cart, Lady Reedings?"

Norelia walked along the plush runner of the corridor. Having finally devoured a proper three-course meal for the first time in an entire week, the petite lecturer looked remarkably human again.

Beside her, Aria Reedings guided a room service trolley with the mountainous pile of roasted meats, fresh bread, buttered potatoes, and fruit tarts stacked beneath polished cloches.

"Because neither of them has eaten since sunrise," Aria replied smoothly. Her golden eyes flicked toward the end of the hall. "Our darling has the survival habits of an alley cat, and that pink-haired brute likely ran on pure adrenaline until she crashed. If we don’t force sustenance down their throats, they’ll simply wither away out of sheer stubbornness."

Norelia let out a heavy, solemn sigh, gently pressing her palm against her left cheek. A faint, tender ache lingered where Emma’s had left its mark back at the capital.

"I just hope the captain’s temper has cooled down," Norelia murmured, shivering slightly. "I shudder to imagine what she’s currently doing to Eren."

Aria offered a dry, knowing smirk. "Whatever she is doing, darling, entirely deserved it. We kept him alive, but we also kept her in the dark. A woman of her pride doesn’t take kindly to being treated like an ornament while her lover dives headfirst into the abyss. I can hardly fault her for wanting to extract some personal recompense."

"True," Norelia agreed, pausing in front of the door of the master suite. "I just hope there’s enough left of him to take him back."

Reaching out, Norelia pushed the door open. Aria guided the food trolley inside.

"Eren, we brought—"

"Ahhh—fuck—it’s hitting—ngh—!"

A breathless, utterly wrecked moan echoed through the suite.

Both ladies froze.

Both women stood frozen in the entryway, their jaws collectively dropping straight through the ground floor at the visual spectacle unfolding in front of them.

Thwack. Thwack. Slap.

The wet, lewd sounds of sweat-slicked skin slamming against skin echoed through the room.

On the bed, Emma was gloriously naked, her tanned frame glistening with sweat, her pink hair whipping in damp strands as she ruthlessly rode Eren’s hips with devastating stamina.

And below her lay the notorious idiot.

Eren was stripped down to his bare, scarred chest, his wrists bound tightly above his head.

"Don’t... tease me like that, you sadist..." Eren groaned through gritted teeth, his head thrown back into the pillows, his jaw clenched tight as his hips twitched. "Either drive it in or let me breathe..."

Emma let out a husky, breathless giggle that hitched on every bounce. With maddening slowness, she lifted her hips until only the tip remained trapped inside her, pausing there for two seconds just to hear him hiss a curse.

"Come on, Volsver~" Emma purred, leaning down to trail her hot breath along his bruised neck before slamming her hips back down. "Where did all that cheekiness go, huh?!"

She rolled her pelvis against him, her inner walls clamping down hard as his thick length repeatedly hit her spots. Emma’s head snapped back, her grey eyes practically glowing with pink-hearted ecstasy.

The tempo reached its explosive climax.

Emma’s entire muscular frame locked up with a violent, shuddering gasp. A cry tearing from her throat as her inner walls clamped down in a fierce, rhythmic vise, milking him for the third time in forty minutes. Beneath her,

Eren groaned as his shaft twitched savagely within her, burying itself to the hilt and pumping his white, hot seeds straight into her depths.

With a long, shuddering exhale, Emma collapsed forward onto Eren’s sweaty, scarred chest.

"The... recruit did... acceptable work," Emma panted.

Eren let out a strained, wheezing chuckle. "I live to serve you, Captain. I’m exceptionally proud of my tactical stamina."

Still draped over his ribs, Emma lazily rolled her head to the side, letting her cheek rest against his sticky skin. Her eyes spotted two women standing three feet inside the doorway, staring right back at them with burning blushes painting their cheeks from neck to brow.

The room fell into an immaculate, deafening silence.

Emma blinked once. Twice.

"Oh," Emma rasped, raising one limp, tanned hand in a tiny, awkward wave. "Hello there, girls. How... how long have you two been standing there?"

Norelia pointed an accusing, trembling finger straight at the tangled pair on the mattress.

"What on earth do you two think you’re doing?!" Norelia squeaked. "Captain! Explain this immediately!"

Emma pouted.

"What does it look like we’re doing, Professor?" Emma mumbled, her voice thick and raspy from forty minutes of ruthless cardio. "The exact same thing we always do with this idiot. I’m fucking him."

"We had an agreement downstairs!" Norelia cried, adjusting her spectacles with an indignant huff. "We agreed that he had to rest until we reached the capital! And you’re already devouring him like a beast!"

"It’s his fault," Emma shot back. "He seduced me. He looked at me with those damn puppy-dog blue eyes and started talking about our future kids."

Meanwhile, Aria casually walked over to the bedside; she leaned forward, folding her arms. Her golden eyes flicked from the thick hemp rope holding Eren’s forearms down to his glistening, twitching shaft.

"My, my, darling," Aria purred, her gaze lingering on the knots. "Did you pick up some dangerous kinks in the Rujgard?"

"Hell no," Eren wheezed, rolling his head against the pillow with an exasperated groan. "I’m literally serving a disciplinary sentence here. I’m the victim here."

Aria untied the knot with quick precision.

"What a truly bizarre interpretation of military punishment, Captain," Aria murmured, rubbing the faint red chafing on Eren’s wrists as he finally dropped his aching arms to his sides. "Now, off with you. Dinner is getting cold."

Emma’s jaw tightened. Instead of sliding off, her tanned thighs locked like an iron band around his hips.

"No," Emma growled possessively, burying her face into Eren’s collarbone. "He stays right here. I’m not moving."

Aria didn’t argue.

Instead, the villainess stepped right between Emma’s splayed knees, leaning down until their faces were mere inches apart.

Aria gently cupped Emma’s cheek.

Emma froze, her breath hitching as she looked up into Aria’s sharp golden eyes. Their lips were dangerously close, so Aria’s breath was washing over her parted mouth.

"Look at me, Emma," Aria murmured, her voice laced with an understanding far too sharp for comfort.

Emma’s storm-grey eyes locked onto hers, unable to pull away.

"You think you’re the only one terrified here?" Aria whispered softly, her thumb tracing the flushed curve of the Swordmaster’s cheekbone.

"I love the idiot too. There are days where I want nothing more than to chain him, drag him to the deepest cellar of the Reedings estate, and lock him away for myself."

"But life doesn’t bend to our madness, darling. You know that better than anyone. So let him breathe for once. Get off his hips and let’s eat."

Her fingers trailed down Emma’s jaw, gentle as falling snow, before her gaze softened with quiet, unwavering promise.

"He’s not going to disappear on us again, Emma. I won’t let him. And neither will you."