Chapter 293: Punishment for Aria

Eren stared at the spectacle laid out before him, his breath catching so violently in his throat that it felt like inhaling raw ozone.

Forget imperial tapestries and sacred cathedral murals. This was a goddamn masterpiece of art that belonged in a sovereign museum. His villainess fiancée sprawled on the white fur, while his sexy muscle mommy girlfriend arched over her on all fours, offering up the most glorious, sculpted curves the northern gods had ever chiseled. Emma’s firm ass rose like an absolute invitation to ruin, her thick thighs trembling with anticipation.

Down below, his neglected little brother gave a violent throb, practically screaming at him to abandon all civilized pretense.

Eren rose to his knees and crawled forward on the soft fur until he was directly behind Emma’s hips.

Under any ordinary circumstance, Eren would have orchestrated a slow, devious ritual—pampering the Captain with leisurely strokes, teasing the noblewoman beneath her, and ensuring every centimeter of both their bodies goes into absolute madness. He raised both large hands, planting his palms firmly onto the round, heavy curves of Emma’s ass, squeezing those butt cheeks with possessive reverence before his thumbs traced down to her thick thighs.

"Eren..."

The broken whisper shattered the quiet.

Eren lifted his head. Emma had turned her head over her shoulder, her pink bangs plastered with sweat to her flushed cheek. Her storm-grey eyes half-lidded from whiskey and unvarnished surrender.

"Please..." Emma rasped, her lips trembling with confession, all her knightly pride crumbling into ash. "I’m done running, Eren. I don’t give a damn about the syndicate or the assassins. I’ll cut down an entire empire for our child if I have to. So just... take me. Fuck the absolute shit out of my brains."

Snap.

Whatever tenuous, civilized tether had kept Eren’s sanity anchored disintegrated into pure dust.

"Your funeral, Captain," Eren growled.

His hands clamped around her waist, locking her hips in place. He lined the weeping, swollen crown of his cock against her dripping folds and drove forward in one heavy, unforgiving plunge.

"Ahhh—fuck!"

Emma’s voice cracked into a high-pitched whimper that echoed off the room. Her back bowed like a drawn recurve bow.

"There... right there..." Aria whispered, playfully slapping her cheeks.

Emma’s inner walls were tight and slick with an absurd abundance of wetness that gripped his shaft with savage suction. It felt as though her body had recognized its rightful owner and immediately mobilized every nerve ending to milk him to the bone. Eren gritted his teeth, a low, animalistic hiss tearing from his throat as he wrenched his hips back and slammed home again, establishing a punishing, relentless rhythm that sent violent ripples through her thighs.

Beneath her, Aria let out a breathless, triumphant giggle. The villainess tilted her head back against the rug, basking in the raw, pathetic whimpers of the angel of death being effortlessly dismantled by their lover.

"Look at you, my capitan," Aria mocked softly, her drunken golden eyes glittering as she watched Emma’s tear-stained face. "Where is all that knightly discipline now, hm? Completely broken by a single—"

Aria’s smug mockery died instantly in her throat as Eren also started a war against her.

Her eyes snapped wide, all the breath violently evicted from her lungs.

While his hips continued to ravage Emma, Eren’s hands hadn’t stayed obediently on the captain’s waist. He leaned his chest flat over Emma’s trembling back, snaking his right arm between her thighs, his fingers descending directly onto Aria’s entrance.

Without a single drop of hesitation, Eren buried two thick fingers straight into Aria’s soaking-wet heat.

"A-Ahhh—!"

Aria’s aristocratic composure shattered into a shrill, strangled shriek, her back instantly arching off the fur rug as her hips bucked helplessly against his invading hand.

"Did you honestly believe you were just an audience member tonight, my gorgeous fiance?" Eren whispered into Emma’s neck, his hips driving mercilessly into the Swordmaster while his submerged fingers curled sharply inside the writhing noblewoman, dragging both women straight into heaven together.

Across them, Norelia sat curled up on the edge of the plush rug, her heart thumping so hard against her ribs.

She forgot the scandalous smut books she always reads. Absolutely nothing in it could compare to the raw spectacle playing out in full color before her eyes. An intoxicating wave of goosebumps rushed across her skin, turning her porcelain cheeks a shade of red.

Swallowing down a dry, choked breath, the professor hastily hitched her oversized cashmere sweater up beneath her armpits once more. Her trembling hand slid down between her soft, parted thighs. Her core was already dripping, sensitive and swollen from Eren’s devastating mouth, but watching the two women unravel beneath him was too much for her to bear. She slid two fingers straight into her own soaked entrance, biting hard on the collar of her wool sweater to muffle the frantic, squeaky whimper tearing from her throat.

Meanwhile, in the epicenter of the blaze, Eren was ascending straight into sensory peak.

He had Emma pinned beneath him, his hips driving into her depths with a rhythmic, ruthless tempo. His wicked right hand remained buried deep between Aria’s thighs, his fingers curling, hooking, and scything through the noblewoman’s drenched core.

"Ah—haa—Eren! N-No, wait—ahhh!" Aria cried out, her aristocratic dignity completely dissolving into broken, breathy wails. Her hips jerked helplessly against his invading fingers, her manicured fingers clawing desperately at the white fur. "You... you insolent brute—haaa-ah! That’s... that is entirely unfair—ngh!"

Her brain was turning into warm mush. She had laid this entire trap to mock Emma’s ruined face, to sit in royal comfort and watch the angel of death cry out in sweet submission. Instead, Eren was rearranging her insides with two fingers, driving her so close to the cliff that her vision was flashing.

Desperate to escape the sensory overload, Aria squirmed, attempting to slide her shoulders backward out from under Emma.

"Going somewhere, my lady?"

Emma’s raspy voice cut through the haze.

The pink-haired tomboy hadn’t missed the retreat. Even as Eren drove into her from behind, sending aftershocks through her butt, Emma snapped her hands down, pinning Aria’s delicate wrists firmly against the rug.

Emma dropped her chest lower, pressing her breasts flush against Aria’s pale mounds. Sweat mingled with sweet perfume as their skin slid together with every thunderous impact of Eren’s hips.

"You... ah!... you don’t get to run, Lady Aria," Emma panted as she locked her storm-grey eyes onto Aria’s wild, dazed gaze. "You set the rules... haaa... you orchestrated the game. A true noble... ngh... stays until the final decree."

"L-Let go of me, you overgrown cow—ahhh!" Aria hissed, thrashing beneath the Swordmaster’s pinning weight.

Eren leaned low over Emma’s glistening shoulder, his lips grazing the shell of her ear with a chuckle. "Our haughty Duchess seems to think she can start a war and skip the reparations, Captain. What do you say? Does she need a proper disciplinary hearing?"

"Guilty on all counts," Emma groaned, throwing her head back against his collarbone as his hips gave another punishing roll. "Sentence her, Eren."

With a slide, Eren pulled entirely out of Emma’s tight pussy.