Chapter 294: Both girls

Emma let out a loud, hollow whimper of protest at the sudden emptiness, but held Aria down with unyielding strength. Eren shifted his knees, dropping his center of gravity down between Aria’s spread thighs.

He didn’t plunge in.

Instead, he brought his cock directly against Aria’s drenched entrance and simply dragged it upward.

He painted her with the mingled slickness of her own arousal and Emma’s heat, stroking the tip over her clit, circling her opening in slow, agonizingly deliberate passes. It was pure, distilled psychological torture. Every fiber of her being screamed for the penetration, her hips arching off the fur, begging for the impact, but Eren held back with infuriating discipline, barely teasing her threshold before sliding away.

"Ah... Eren... please..." Aria gasped, her head thrashing against the rug. "Don’t... don’t do this—"

Emma looked down from above, a breathless, wicked smirk curving her flushed lips.

"You heard the court, Aria," Emma teased, her voice husky. "Be a good girl. Say: ’I’m sorry, my lord, my lovely fiancé... I am an insolent bitch who forgot her place in front of your magnificent cock.’ Say it, and maybe he’ll grant you mercy."

Aria’s jaw clenched, a furious blush roaring from her collarbones straight to her temples. Her golden eyes flared with absolute, unrepentant fire even as her dripping pussy practically wept against his shaft.

"Fuck... you..." Aria ground out through her chattering teeth, glaring up at the pair of them with magnificent, defiant fury. "Both of you... fuck you!"

Eren let out a bright, delighted laugh, leaning down to press a soft, adoring kiss on her forehead.

Eren stared down at the fiery, spitting noblewoman beneath him, feeling like the luckiest guy in the continent.

"Gods above, you are so ridiculously beautiful," Eren murmured, his thumb gently smoothing over the fierce little crease between her brows. "You’re arrogant, you’re outrageously prideful, and your ego could blot out the sun. And guess what? I love every single cursed ounce of it. I love that you’re greedy, I love that you make your own ruthless calls, and I love that you refuse to bow even when your own thighs are drowning in evidence against you."

Aria’s cheeks flared with such blinding heat that the hearth looked dim by comparison. Unable to hold his fond, sparkling gaze for another second, she snapped her head sideways toward the fire, her and lips jutting out in the most utterly adorable pout the continent had ever witnessed.

"You absolute idiot," she grumbled.

"The generous plea deal is still on the table, my lady," Emma said from above, grinning wickedly as her toned chest gently squished against Aria’s.

’I should bite her arm and roll away,’ Aria’s battered aristocratic pride screamed internally. ’Who in their right mind actually needs his arrogant, monstrous dick of destruction anyway? I am the proud heiress of the Reedings dominion!’

Yet the moment she dared to steal a glance back up at Eren, catching the teasing warmth in his blue eyes, her treacherous core throbbed with such electric, weeping urgency that her spine shuddered. The vivid memory of him relentlessly taking her apart two nights ago rushed through her veins like lightning.

Her haughty pride screamed an absolute no.

Her drenched, quivering body screamed a deafening, shamelessly desperate yes.

Aria closed her eyes, squeezing them shut as a ragged, defeated whimper tore from her throat.

"Please..." Aria finally whispered, her haughty mask cracking right down the middle into breathless, sweet surrender. "Fine! Fine... I admit it. I am a wicked, greedy bitch who doesn’t know her place, and you possess a ridiculously magnificent... cock." She forced her eyes open, her golden eyes swimming with tearful vulnerability as she locked onto his. "I love you, Eren. I love you so much... so please, let the owner of this body come inside and ruin me—"

Before the last word could even come out, Eren leaned down and captured her mouth.

It wasn’t a punishment; it was a slow, devastatingly sweet, all-consuming kiss that thoroughly melted whatever frustration was left in her chest. His tongue swirled lazily against hers, drinking down her muffled gasps and feeding her his breath until her entire body went limp in Emma’s grip.

He broke the kiss with a soft smack, reaching out to gently pinch her burning cheek like she was a spoiled, adorable toddler. "Good girl. Such a sweet, precious baby when you actually use your words."

Emma let out an amused snort, but before she could get a word in, Eren’s hand snaked to the back of the Swordmaster’s neck, pulling her down into an equally fierce, breathless kiss.

"Hold tight, Captain," Eren murmured against Emma’s lips. "Let your lady get properly thoroughly disciplined first. Then I’ll deliver that reward we talked about."

Emma shivered, nodding eagerly.

Eren smoothly scrambled back to his post, repositioning his knees behind the tangled heap of feminine perfection. With Emma still hovering over Aria to keep her pinned flat, Eren aligned his throbbing rod with the blue-haired villainess’s entrance and drove all the way home in one smooth, unapologetic plunge.

"Ahhh—mmph!"

Aria’s head snapped back as an ear-splitting, shattered moan tore from her lungs, but Emma’s index finger instantly pressed firmly against Aria’s plush lips, shushing her with a mischievous chuckle.

"Quiet, my lady," Emma whispered teasingly, sweat dripping onto Aria’s collarbone. "The servants might think we’re doing something naughty."

Inside Aria, it was a scalding, velvet vice. Her tight inner walls clamped around his cock like a frantic fist, fluttering and squeezing him with every shudder of her hips as if desperate to weld him there forever. His hips locked into a deep, heavy, rhythmic grind that drove Aria’s hips sliding across the plush fur.

And because Eren Volsver was physically incapable of leaving an unattended masterpiece alone, his free hand casually reached around the soft, tanned butt cheeks right in front of him.

His fingers slipped effortlessly between the round, firm cheeks of Emma’s lifted ass, teasing the sensitive, dimpled cleft and massaging the tight, blushing ring with deliberate, circular mischief.

Emma’s breath hitched violently, a choked, startled gasp dying in her throat as her hips gave an involuntary, delicious jolt above the writhing heiress.

"E-Eren... you shameless bastard," Emma groaned through her teeth, her back arching so hard her abs stood out like carved marble, torn between pinning Aria down and grinding her own neglected rear straight back into his hand.

"Multitasking is an essential skill for the future head of House Volsver," Eren chuckled unhingedly, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt in Aria’s clenching heat while his fingers toyed mercilessly with Emma’s curves.