Chapter 264: Norelia and Aria

Aria lay sprawled face-down across the cushions, her torso cushioned by the plush velvet while her ass arched invitingly upward. Her hands were buried deep into a decorative silk pillow, biting down on the corner to smother her breathless, ecstatic cries.

Behind her, Eren drove into her from behind with unyielding, driving strokes. Every heavy lunge struck deep against her most sensitive core, making her vision swim and drawing a soft, helpless whine into the pillow. Her pale, soft butt cheeks rippled with every powerful impact of his hips..

Her inner walls were clamped around his thick length like a velvet vise, wet and spasming, desperately refusing to let him leave her.

"I can’t hold back much longer, my lady," Eren panted against the curve of her spine as his hands gripped her soft hips tightly. "I’m about to empty every drop.

Aria glanced back over her shoulder. Her face was flushed red, having already crested the peak of pleasure two times over.

"Then do it," she gasped, her voice trembling with reckless, consuming devotion. "Cum inside me, Eren. Give me everything... fill me right up!"

PA-THWACK.

Eren slapped his palm down sharply against her soft, rounded ass in a stinging slap that drew a sharp, delighted yelp from her.

With that single, dominant strike, he surged forward with maximum depth, burying himself all the way to the hilt and unleashing his heavy, scalding reserves of thick seed deep inside her core, exactly as she commanded.

Aria’s back locked rigidly upward, a final, long-drawn-out sigh escaping her lips as wave after wave of his warm release flooded her womb.

For several long moments, neither of them moved.

Eren simply collapsed forward, draping his sweaty, exhausted body entirely over her back, burying his face in her blue hair. They lay there together, chest to back, gasping and breathing in the same ragged, synchronized rhythm, sharing the cooling heat of their slick, sweat-soaked bodies beneath the indifferent moonlight.

"Well, Lady Reedings," Eren whispered against her ear, a tired, affectionate smile touching his lips as he stroked her hip. "Is her Ladyship finally satisfied?"

Aria turned her head sideways on the pillow, a bright, utterly radiant, yet thoroughly exhausted grin breaking across her flushed face.

"So... so lots," she breathed out, her voice barely a delighted whisper.

Eren chuckled softly, placing a tender kiss on her damp cheek. He gently slid out of her pussy, the sudden emptiness drawing a soft murmur of protest from her lips, and stood up to quickly pull his trousers back into place.

"Alright, my insatiable Duchess," Eren murmured, offering her a hand. "Time to migrate indoors before we turn into frozen sculptures. Let’s get you to bed."

She rolled against the cushions, looking up at him with a helpless, unapologetic pout.

"Sorry, darling," Aria mumbled, her eyelids fluttering shut as a soft yawn overtook her. "My legs are completely gone. You’re going to have to carry your prize."

Eren let out a low, affectionate rumble in his chest. "You really are an absolute piece of work, my lady."

"And you love every second of it," Aria murmured back, her voice thick with drowsy triumph.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Bending down, he gathered her rumpled silk nightgown, neatly pulling the fabric back over her shoulders and smoothing it down her limbs to wrap her. Then, sliding one arm beneath her knees and the other supporting her back, he hoisted the blue-haired villainess effortlessly into a bridal carry.

Aria gave a tiny, startled gasp, instantly winding her arms securely around his neck and burying her face into the crook of his shoulder.

As he stepped across the threshold, Eren gave a playful, bouncing lift. "You know, my lady, you really need to put on some weight. You’re practically lighter than a feather. What do they feed you at the Reedings estate?"

Aria weakly swatted his chest, her eyes already fluttering shut. "Shut up, you incorrigible oaf, and just carry me."

Eren pushed the heavy glass doors closed behind them.

The master suite was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight. In the center of the massive bed, Emma was sound asleep, curled on her side and snoring peacefully.

Eren noticed a notable absence. The space beside Emma was empty.

Click.

Eren froze mid-stride as a soft, amber glow from a mana lamp bloomed near the bathroom door. He blinked, slowly turning his head toward the light source.

Standing by the doorway, rubbing her sleepy red eyes with the back of her small hand, was Norelia. The petite professor was in her sleeping gown. She stared blankly at Eren, looking at his shirt that was thoroughly wrinkled and his hair wildly disheveled. She then looked down at Aria, who was draped across his chest looking like a deliciously dismantled queen, both of them still faintly damp with sweat.

Eren offered an angelic, completely innocent smile. "Good evening, Professor. Are you not sleeping?" ℯ

"I just wanted to use the washroom," she muttered, her red eyes sliding over Aria with a nonchalant deadpan. "Is she dead?"

"Not quite, Professor," Aria waved a limp, graceful hand from the safety of Eren’s arms, her voice dripping with blissful exhaustion. "Merely... thoroughly spent."

Norelia let out a long, suffering sigh, scratching her brown curls in mild annoyance. She walked toward them on her bare feet, stopping right in front of the pair.

"Do you two have any earthly concept of the acoustic carrying power of stone balconies?" Norelia scolded in a harsh whisper, crossing her arms beneath her thin silk gown. "You were banging away out there with the subtlety of an artillery battery. What if the entire inn heard you?!"

"Let them listen," Aria chuckled softly, resting her chin against Eren’s shoulder with zero remorse. "They might learn a thing or two about how exquisitely thorough our darling is."

Thwack

Norelia kicked Eren right in his knee.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Eren hissed, wincing. ℴ

"That," Norelia huffed, glaring up at him with sleepy irritation, "was for corrupting a proper, aristocratic lady of House Reedings into a brazen hussy."

Aria let out a wicked giggle at the lecture.

Deciding he had suffered quite enough verbal and physical abuse from the academic front for one evening, Eren retaliated with supreme efficiency. Without warning, he took a step forward and unceremoniously dropped Aria straight onto the mattress, letting her tumble safely beside the snoring Swordmaster with zero grace.

"Hey—!" Aria yelped, bouncing against the mattress as she scrambled to pull the quilt over her flushed frame.

Before Norelia could understand his actions, Eren closed the distance between them in a single stride. Cupping the petite professor’s face with both hands, he planted a soft, lingering kiss squarely on her forehead.

Norelia’s eyes went wide. A girl flush instantly boiled up her cheeks, scorching all the way to the tips of her ears as she froze like a startled squirrel.

"W-Wha...!" she squeaked, stumbling backward.

"Because you worried about me for a week," Eren said simply. "And because it’s bedtime. Now come here. We’re all sleeping in a pile, cuddling, and nobody gets to argue."

Norelia opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it and.