Chapter 289: Taste me infront of them

"And what kind of competition decides this sovereign right?" Eren asked, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned back against the plush cushion. "A martial duel? An archery contest? Or are we going full aristocratic and wagering family estates over dice?"

"Nothing so crude, darling," Aria purred, her golden eyes twinkling with wicked delight. She reached behind her into a low velvet basket beside the hearth, producing three polished tokens, each inscribed with an elemental sigil. "A traditional high-society parlour contest: The Crown’s Gambit. We each blind-draw a token, infuse it with a single spark of latent mana, and let the die determine the dominant element. The absolute authority to extract whatever sinful toll she pleases."

"If I win," Emma commanded with a raspy chuckle, though her storm-grey eyes were fixed on the tokens with pure, competitive intensity. "You’re going to wonder why you joined this."

"If I win," Aria whispered, running a single nail down the center of his throat to the hem of his linen shirt, "it would be the most delightful treat."

From the middle of Eren’s lap, Norelia didn’t boast. She merely stretched her tiny fingers out of the colossal cream cashmere sleeves, snatched the third token from the rug, and closed her eyes in intense, calibrated concentration.

A faint, brilliant pulse of crimson mana flared between her palms, illuminating her flushed, adorable face in an ethereal rose glow.

"Cast them," Norelia muttered.

Aria rolled the die across the white fur rug. It bounced with a crisp clatter-clatter-clack, spinning lazily before coming to a dead halt directly between Emma’s bare knees and Norelia’s crossed socks.

The face looked up: The Sovereign Crest, Fire-Aspected.

Emma flipped her token—a Gale sigil. She groaned, throwing her hands in the air. "Damn it all! The wind yields to the flame!"

Aria flipped hers with an elegant flick of two fingers—a Tide sigil. Her lips parted in a theatrical, wounded gasp as she stared at the bone. "Water extinguishes fire, but the Sovereign Crest trumps the current! No...!"

Both women’s gazes snapped down to the petite genius still nestled comfortably in Eren’s lap.

Norelia slowly peeled her palms apart.

Resting flat in the center of her hand was the exact match: the blazing, ancient Phoenix crest, glowing with vibrant crimson fire.

The room fell into stunned, breathless silence.

Emma’s jaw went slack. Aria pressed a hand to her chest, utterly scandalized. Eren let out a low, appreciative whistle, leaning down until his lips brushed Norelia’s ear.

"Well, well, Professor," Eren chuckled, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip beneath the thick sweater. "The professor swept the board in one stroke. The floor is entirely yours. What grand, imperial punishment does the winner decree for her captive?"

Norelia didn’t answer immediately.

She swallowed, her breath hitching, her chest rising and falling.

Slowly, she turned around in his lap, straddling his thighs so she was facing him directly.

Her fuzzy knit socks dug softly into the carpet on either side of his hips. With deliberate, trembling slowness, she reached up and took hold of the collar of her oversized sweater, tugging it downward until the thick wool slid completely off one slender shoulder, revealing the delicate slope of her collarbone and the bra underneath.

Emma’s breath caught in her throat. Aria’s golden eyes widened.

Norelia placed both of her small hands flat against Eren’s chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her palms. She tilted her chin up, looking dead into his eyes with an expression that was half-drunken scholar, half-insatiable siren.

"The subject..." Norelia whispered, her voice husky and laced with sweet, breathless defiance. "...will strip off that shirt this very instant."

"A modest start," Eren murmured, his smirk widening as his fingers lightly gripped the hem of his linen tunic. "And then?"

Norelia leaned forward until her forehead almost touched his.

"And then, you are going to lay me here on the rug... and use that arrogant mouth of yours to taste every single inch of me until I lose my voice. And Aria and Emma... will sit right there and watch you do it."

Aria let out an involuntary, breathless gasp, her face flaming crimson. Emma bit her lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood, her storm-grey eyes darkening with molten heat at the raw audacity of the petite professor’s demand.

"Your wish," Eren whispered, gripping the hem of his linen shirt and peeling it off.

The illusion charm had faded hours ago in the privacy of the suite, laying bare the razor-sharp definition of his torso in the firelight. Norelia’s eyes darkened with hungry intent.

Her trembling, soft hands reached out, flattening against his pectorals before her fingertips traced the carved lines of muscle down to his ribs. Her touch grazed his chest, lingering right over the three rugged, pale scars slashing across his skin.

Before Eren could make any move, Norelia’s hands shot up, threading through his thick black hair and forcefully yanking his face down to hers.

Their mouths collided.

It was a ravenous, messy clash of lips and tongues. Every gasp for air was instantly swallowed by another suffocating kiss, their mingled breaths coming in ragged, breathless hitched gasps. Eren took control with wicked finesse, angling her jaw, nipping at her plush lower lip until she let out a broken, high-pitched whimper.

Beside them, Aria and Emma sat entirely transfixed, their faces burning crimson.

Emma couldn’t pull her eyes away. Her knuckles dug into the thick pile of the rug, her shoulders trembling as an electric, molten heat pooled low in her belly. Watching the petite girl shamelessly claim the mouth, the hands, and the feverish worship she had spent all evening aching for sent her pulse into overdrive.

Breaking the kiss with a slick, drawn-out gasp, Eren shifted his weight, effortlessly pressing Norelia back onto the plush white fur rug.

He hovered directly over her, eyes blazing with adoration as he buried his face into the sensitive crook of her neck. He gave stinging kisses down the delicate pale slope, gently nipping at the soft tendon until Norelia arched her back, her small fingers clutching desperately at his corded shoulders.

"Eren... ah...!" she cried out softly, her toes curling.

While his mouth kept her senses entirely overwhelmed, his hands slid down to the hem of the thick cashmere sweater, bunching the wool up. To his surprise, Norelia wore nothing beneath the sweater.

In one swift movement, Eren hooked his fingers into the waistband of her short trousers and panties, sliding both down over her knees, and kicking them aside.

Now, Norelia lay sprawled before him on the white fur.

The amber firelight danced across her porcelain skin, highlighting the soft nipples of her exposed breasts beneath the pushed-up sweater, the gentle curve of her waist, and the glistening pussy between her parted thighs. Framed only by the bunched cream wool around her chest and the fuzzy knee socks, she looked devastatingly erotic temptress.

Eren’s breath hitched in his throat, his blood rushing as he looked down at her.