Chapter 266: BJ from petite genius

Norelia blinked up at him, thoroughly derailed. "Why on earth would you—"

Eren pressed one finger to her soft lips, silencing her before she could spiral again.

"Ah-ah. No talking. I want the floor for a minute. You had yours." He arched a brow in a mock-stern look. "Now listen to me properly, Miss Norelia. The way I listened to you."

Norelia, affronted but obedient, went still against his chest.

Eren took a slow breath, and the teasing edge had drained out of his voice entirely.

"I’m sorry," he said quietly. "For Rujgard. For getting yanked out of the capital right in front of you and making you watch. Because that week taught me something I’d been avoiding the whole time."

He shifted, one hand settling on the back of her head, the other flat over her back.

"I’m not strong enough to save you, girls. Not the way I promised." His jaw tightened. "I told myself I’d be the one protecting all of you—the one shielding you from the endings you were supposed to have. But when it came down to it? I survived Branagh because of my luck and his ego. I survived Silas because of an unexpected burst. I survived everything in Rujgard because other people kept catching me."

Norelia opened her mouth but He pressed the finger back to her lips.

"I said no talking."

She huffed through her nose.

"If I’d been stronger," Eren continued softly. "I’d have ended the fight and dragged the Baron out myself. Life won’t go the way we imagine it. I’ve learned that the hard way. But I promised I’d try. So I’ll try harder, try to be smarter, and better."

He brushed his thumb along her cheek.

"Which means this wasn’t your mistake, Professor. It wasn’t only yours. Everyone gets to carry a piece of the blame and I got most of it. So stop sitting alone in the dark apologizing to the ceiling. Or else..."

He leaned towards her face, his lips inches from her lips, eyes flicking down and back up.

"...I’ll lock your mouth with mine until you believe me."

Norelia’s breath caught. "...Why do you always talk like this," she mumbled, and then she closed the gap herself, kissing him.

Eren caught her immediately, rolling onto his back and pulling her up onto his chest, one hand cradling the back of her head as the kiss deepened. His tongue slid against hers in a slow reassuring, tangling and untangling in lazy, grounding strokes that said I’m here, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere better than any sentence could.

Norelia melted into it. Her hands fisted in his shirt, her thighs straddling his ribs, her hair falling loose around both their faces. When she finally broke away, a thin strand of saliva stretched and snapped between them, and she was gasping against his cheek, her red eyes glassy and wide.

Then she grinned widely and pinched his cheek lightly.

"Ow—what—"

"Then explain that to me, idiot," she said, jabbing a finger downward.

Eren looked down. The hard ridge of him was pressing up between her thighs through his trousers, entirely undeniable, twitching faintly with every shift of her weight.

He smiled and kissed the side of her neck.

"Because you’re sexy, Professor. It’s your fault."

Norelia’s face went hot pink. For a second she sputtered, hunting for a rebuttal—then gave up, grabbed the edge of the thick duvet, and pulled it up over both their heads, plunging them into a warm, muffled cave.

"Fine," she said, voice small and determined in the dark. "Then let me take responsibility."

Beneath the blanket, the world shrank to a dim, intimate cocoon smelling of warm linen, cedar, and her sweet citrus blossom scent.

Norelia didn’t give him time. Moving with unhesitating, razor-sharp focus, the petite genius shoved her hands straight down the waistband of his trousers. With a yank, she stripped the fabric down his hips.

THWACK.

Freed from restraint, his thick, hard shaft sprang violently forward in the dark, slapping against her flushed cheek with a muffled, lewd sound.

"Oh my," Norelia whispered, her red eyes gleaming with wicked amusement just inches away. "It appears the young master’s little soldier has been running field drills for hours. Quite an aggressive greeting."

Her small, delicate fingers wrapped firmly around the hot, pulsing base. Even with her hand stretched wide, her grip could barely cover half of the thick, vein-lined length.

Eren let out a low hiss through his teeth, leaning his head back into the pillow as his hips gave a faint, involuntary twitch. "Can you blame a loyal subject, Professor? When an arch-scholar of the empire crawls between my legs, my biology tends to file an emergency mobilization order. Besides, my body has an exceptional memory. Still fondly reminiscing about my first blowjob you gave me in the Volsver family library."

The darkness beneath the blanket couldn’t hide the sudden, scorching blush that bloomed across Norelia’s cheeks.

Her fingers tightened around his shaft in a sharp, vengeful squeeze. "Never bring up that disgraceful compromise again, Volsver!"

"Ouch—easy, Professor!" Eren wheezed, his roguish grin completely unrepentant even as he winced from her grip. "I’m still an outpatient!"

"Quiet, patient. Let the specialist work," she muttered.

Norelia leaned in close, the heat radiating from his twitching length warming her lips. She gave his shaft a slow, deliberate stroke, her thumb smoothly tracing over the weeping tip, before murmuring with mischievous reverence, "Thanks for the meal."

She darted her pink tongue out, tasting the salty drop of pre-cum at the tip before dragging it all the way down to the base in a long, agonizingly slow stroke.

Then, she did it again.

Up and down, utilizing the surprisingly filthy, highly theoretical techniques she had secretly learnt from smut romance novels. Her free hand cupped underneath, gently rolling and stroking his balls with practiced rhythm.

Eren’s breath hitched violently in his throat. His knuckles gripping the mattress sheets, his neck arching back as white-hot jolts of electric pleasure shot straight up his spine. "Hell yeah, Norelia..."

Norelia pulled back by an inch, licking her glistening lips with a small, knowing hum.

"Hmm... it tastes remarkably different this morning," she mused with mock detachment, tilting her head. "Slightly sweet, a little wild... I suppose this is the unmistakable residue of ravaging both a brute and a noble lady within the span of a single night."

"Norelia, please, don’t formulate a peer-reviewed thesis on my dick—"

"Allow me to sanitize the instrument thoroughly, then," she cut in smoothly.

Without another second of warning, Norelia parted her lips wide and took the dick straight into her mouth.

The heat was instantaneous, suffocating, and scalding. But as she pushed forward, attempting to draw him deep into her throat, the sheer girth of him made her jaw lock, the corners of her mouth stretching taut as her breath hitched in her chest. A choked, muffled gasp vibrated against his rod, her eyes watering as a dizzying head rush swept through her senses.

Eren gritted his teeth, his entire body going rigid. The sheer friction of her soft mouth milking him was an absolute peak.