Chapter 296: My three hot girlfriends -2

Before Eren could even process the threat of the word instrument, a soft, dual invasion reached his velvet throne.

Norelia scrambled up the footrest, settling her knees right between his parted thighs. Her hands reached out and gently curled around the base of his completely softened length. She began applying slow, rhythmic, impossibly delicate strokes, tilting her flushed face up with a mischievous pout.

Beside her, Emma leaned over the armchair’s cushion, her hot, minty breath washing across his lap before the flat, wet velvet of her tongue dragged right along the underside of his shaft.

A sharp, electric jolt shot straight up Eren’s spine, his toes curling.

"Emma, wait—ha!" Eren gasped, his hands instinctively gripping the armrests.

"You think a single load is going to give me the family we just swore on?" Emma murmured against his skin, her eyes glittering with greed as she nipped playfully at the sensitive ridge. "Back in line, brat. We’re running drills until you get it right."

Flash—!

A blinding burst of light exploded in the dim room, followed by the soft, mechanical whir of grinding gears.

Aria lowered the polished instant camera—the very luxury prototype he had gifted her. The heiress shook the freshly printed portrait with a breathtaking smirk, her golden eyes practically radiating pure triumph.

"Magnificent," Aria beamed, admiring the drying image of the legendary Swordmaster and the Royal Academy’s youngest professor bullying the ducal heir on a velvet chair. "A priceless document. We have the entire night ahead of us, darling. Every single glorious second is going to be taken."

Eren looked down at Norelia dutifully coaxing his twitching cock back from the dead, then glanced over at Emma whose tongue was making short work of his fading stamina, and finally toward the grinning, naked villainess.

A weak, defeated laugh bubbled out of his chest, though his heart was melting with absurd, boundless adoration.

"I swear to the gods," Eren sighed, leaning his head back against the velvet as his body betrayed him once again, rapidly hardening under their synchronized assault. "The second the sunrise hits that window and this alcohol wears off... all three of them are going to hide under the blankets and die of sheer, unadulterated embarrassment."

Aria walked with grace, pressing the camera firmly into Eren’s palm.

"Here, darling," Aria whispered, her golden eyes gleaming with pure mischief.

She sank onto the plush rug right beside Norelia. The moment Emma pulled her lips back from his reviving shaft, Aria took her place without missing a beat, leaning in to press a tender, melting kiss straight against the weeping tip. Her manicured fingers wrapped securely around the base, her tongue swirling up the sensitive sides in slow, agonizingly decadent sweeps that sent a violent jolt of static roaring straight through Eren’s spine.

Then the madness tripled.

Norelia and Emma leaned in, completely abandoning any concept of personal space or dignified restraint.

Three pairs of lips, three warm tongues, and six soft hands converged onto his reviving length. Emma smoothed her flat tongue over the throbbing under-vein, while Norelia delicately licked at the sensitive crest, her messy curls brushing against Aria’s midnight waves. Their foreheads bumped softly, their lips sliding together and their tongues accidentally brushing over his skin, trading tastes of his mingled arousal.

Eren lifted the camera with a trembling hand and pressed the shutter.

He captured the messy, ruined perfection of the moment forever: three powerful, breathtaking women huddled between his thighs, flushed pink and completely lost in the heat of their shared romance.

Emma was the first to pull back, a long, silver strand of saliva snapping between her lips and his fully resurrected cock. Her eyes burning with a primal hunger as she caught the gaze of the other two girls.

A single, silent nod passed between the three of them.

Without another word, the trio released their hold on him and crawled three feet away onto the sprawling white fur rug.

They dropped to all fours in a neat, symmetrical row, side by side.

Emma took the right flank, her tanned, muscular back arching to present the round, sculpted perfection ass. Norelia settled center, her delicate waist dipping low beneath the oversized cream sweater to thrust her soft, petite, pale cheeks high. On the left, Aria posed with aristocratic decadence, her slender spine curved, showcasing the exquisite, pale flare of her hips.

Eren lowered the camera to the floor, his jaw practically unhinging at the view.

’Peak,’ his melting brain supplied with profound, spiritual awe.

Emma turned her head over her shoulder.

"My turn for the gambit, idiot," Emma declared, her voice rough, husky, and utterly unyielding. "The rules of my game are simple: you fuck all three of us. One by one. You don’t get to rest until you’ve left a full load inside every single one of our bodies."

Aria looked back over her left shoulder, her midnight hair spilling over her porcelain curves as she let out a low, teasing purr. "A remarkably ambitious campaign, Captain. But who does our champion dare to conquer first?"

Eren looked at the row of three magnificent, twitching asses awaiting his command. He let out a long, theatrical sigh, rubbing the back of his neck with a rueful, unhinged grin.

"Yeah, sleep is a myth tonight," Eren muttered, pushing himself up from the chair with newfound, reckless vigor.

He didn’t hesitate. He stepped onto the fur, closed the distance in two strides, and dropped to his knees directly behind the center of the formation.

Aligning his throbbing, iron-hard cock with Norelia’s glistening pussy, Eren thrust straight forward, burying himself to the absolute hilt in one deep, scalding plunge.

"Ahhh—Eren!"

Norelia cried out in a high, breathy gasp, her tiny hands clawing into the rug as her cave clamped around him.

Eren gripped the soft curve of her hips, leaning down until his chest brushed her bunched sweater, his sapphire eyes blazing with adoration.

"Academic priority, ladies," Eren whispered huskily against her neck, beginning a rapid, merciless rhythm that sent waves crashing through the entire row. "I’m finishing inside my brilliant little professor first."