Chapter 268: Grand prize in sideways

A sharp, ragged hiss tore through Norelia’s clenched teeth. Her hips gave an involuntary twitch, her toes curling into the sheets.

"Shall we begin the awards ceremony, Professor?" Eren murmured with low, roguish amusement.

Hooking his arm beneath her knee, he hoisted her top leg high over his hip, pinning her open in that precarious sideways sprawl. His thick, weeping tip nudged forward, tracing circles against her dripping slit, testing the boundary of her tight entrance.

Norelia’s eyes went wide in the dimness beneath the quilt, looking down at the resurrected rod pressing against her pussy.

"Genuinely... how do you recover this fast, you absolute idiot?" she whispered, her voice cracking with genuine, bewildered awe. "I literally just drained you down to the marrow! A normal human being would be limp and comatose for at least an hour!"

"Human biology is a beautiful, entirely shameless thing, Miss Norelia," Eren chuckled, leaning down until his lips brushed the shell of her ear, sending goosebumps rippling across her pale skin. "Especially when my genius drains me dry and then looks up with those filthy, victorious eyes. You practically summoned the reinforcements yourself."

"You incorrigible beast—"

Eren didn’t let her finish as he pushed his cock past her tight lower lips.

The sensation was instantaneous and suffocating. Her tight walls gripped his thick shaft like an iron fist, stretching around the invading girth with agonizing resistance.

"Ahh... hnn—!"

A broken, high-pitched whimper tore from her throat, cutting off sharply as she slapped both of her small hands over her mouth, her eyes darting frantically toward the edge of the blanket where Emma and Aria lay tangled in deep, oblivious slumber.

Eren halted halfway in, burying his face in her messy curls while his hand firmly kneaded the soft cheek of her ass, anchoring her against him so her trembling body could adjust to the intrusion.

"You’re practically strangling me, Professor," Eren groaned into her, a tight, strained rasp in his voice as her velvet interior spasmed and milked his shaft. "Give me some breathing room."

"I can’t... help it...!" Norelia choked out behind her fingers, her face burning hotter than molten lead, her breath coming in ragged, shallow puffs against his neck. "It’s ridiculously huge... even after I just had the whole thing in my mouth..."

"All the more reason to keep it well-fed," Eren grinned wickedly against her skin.

Without waiting another second, Eren leaned into the sideways angle and shoved the remaining length inside.

The wet, molten heat of her depths swallowed him whole, burying him to the absolute hilt. Norelia’s back arched violently off the mattress, a breathless, strangled cry slipping right past her trembling fingers as her inner walls clenched around the sudden, stretching fullness, trapping him in an unyielding vise.

For a few seconds, neither of them moved.

Then, Eren began to shift.

Maintaining that awkward, intimate sideways embrace beneath the blanket, he pulled his hips back an inch at a time, then slid back inside with muffled slowness. Every stroke was measured, calculated to keep the bed from creaking, yet devastatingly deep.

Norelia buried her face directly into his neck. Her small hands clawed at his shoulders, her petite body trembling from head to toe as each sluggish, grinding pump pulverized her interior.

Whenever Eren angled his hips slightly, deliberately scraping his dick against that sweet spot inside her, a muffled screech died in her throat, and she sank her sharp teeth directly into his collarbone, using the pain to choke back her shameless, weeping moans.

Minutes dissolved in a blur of friction and sweat.

The cautious sideways shifts had completely unraveled, giving way to reckless, rhythmic collisions of flesh against flesh that shook the mattress. Eren’s collarbone and shoulders were practically stinging with purple crescents—souvenirs from the petite scholar’s sharp teeth every time an upward thrust scraped raw against her sweet spot.

They had entirely forgotten the sleeping world around them.

Eren had shifted his weight, rolling squarely over her small frame to pin her beneath his hips, his forearms braced on either side of her head as he pounded into her with unyielding stamina. The silk sheets below them were thoroughly drenched with her overflowing juices.

Norelia’s slender legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.

"D-Don’t stop... keep going..." Norelia whimpered a breathy, shameless gasp as she looked up with hazy, dilated pupils. "Harder... Student Eren..."

Eren let out a strained chuckle against her damp jaw, driving his hips forward with a wet, squelching impact that made her vision swim. "What an absolute degenerate of a professor. Corrupting her top pupil first thing in the morning."

He pressed a rough, affectionate kiss to her flushed cheek. "Fine then. Let’s finish the full-course prize before—"

SWOOSH.

The blanket covering their antics was violently yanked clean off their bodies in a single tug.

The morning air of the bedroom immediately rushed over their bare, glistening skin, causing every single hair on their bodies to stand on end.

Eren didn’t pull out. He merely slowed the roll of his pelvis as he lazily tilted his head toward the intrusion. Norelia, still trapped beneath him with her gown bunched to her chest, turned her bright red face toward the edge of the mattress, her red eyes blinking in mortified realization.

Emma was lying on her side, propped lazily on one elbow.

Her storm-grey eyes were half-lidded with lingering sleep, yet piercing. Her wild pink hair was messy, and a faint line of dried drool still marked the corner of her lips, but the irritation radiating from her was unmistakable.

Eren met that terrifying warrior gaze, his hips still casually gliding in and out of Norelia’s pussy, and offered his most boyish, charmingly insolent smile.

"Good morning, Captain," Eren greeted smoothly, his voice only slightly breathy. "A truly lovely morning, isn’t it?"

Emma’s eye twitched with profound fatigue.

"It would be a remarkably lovely morning," Emma rasped, her husky morning voice dry, "if the two of you hadn’t decided to turn the mattress into a wrestling ring at six in the morning."

She let out a massive, adorable yawn, blinking sluggishly at the explicit scene before flopping back onto her pillows, turning her back to them completely and pulling her half of the sheet over her shoulder.

"Now take your rutting elsewhere and let me sleep," the Swordmaster grumbled, her voice muffled but lethal. "Unless you’re volunteering that oversized weapon of yours to be crushed under by my foot."

Eren let out a long, theatrical sigh, resting his forehead lightly against Norelia’s collarbone while his hips finally came to a gentle halt inside her. He looked down at the petite genius pinned beneath him, his eyes gleaming with helpless amusement.

"Well, Professor," Eren murmured. "Seems the commanding officer has issued an official eviction notice."

Norelia puffed out her cheeks in a defiant little pout, her arms tightening stubbornly around his neck as her inner walls gave an intentional, possessive clench around his buried shaft.

"I don’t care," Norelia whispered with unrepentant, red-faced stubbornness. "I am not even close to being satisfied yet, Volsver. You’re not going anywhere until you officially tap me out."