Chapter 290: Who’s next?

Eren didn’t wait for her. The smile turned dangerous—pure, unhurried intent.

Lowering until his chest grazed hers, he captured her mouth again, swallowing the tiny gasp that tore from her throat. His tongue swept inside with intoxicating rhythm, slick and possessive, coaxing hers into a dance that left them both starving for air. When he finally broke the kiss, leaving a thin, glistening thread between their parted lips, he trailed a burning line of open-mouthed kisses down the soft contour of her jaw.

He lingered at the sensitive hollow beneath her ear, grazing the delicate skin with his teeth. Norelia let out a shuddering whimper, her hands clutching desperately at his shoulder blades, her nails digging shallow crescents into his skin.

"Eren... please...just go on." she breathed, the words barely a thread of sound.

"Patience, Professor," Eren murmured against her skin, his low rasp vibrating straight through her collarbone. "You ordered an inspection. I’m just being thorough."

His lips glided downward, tracing the elegant curve of her throat to the soft dip between her collarbones, pressing slow, deliberate kisses that made her entire frame tremble. Sliding lower, he pushed the bunched cashmere sweater higher, exposing the full, creamy swell of her breasts bathed in the glow of the fire.

He circled one pink nipple with his tongue, feeling it tighten instantly beneath the warm moisture. Norelia gasped, her back arching off the white fur rug as Eren took her into his mouth, suckling gently before swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. A sweet cry spilled from her lips, echoing off the room.

Emma’s thick thighs were pressed tightly together, one hand clenching the fabric of her shorts. Beside her, Aria’s golden eyes were dilated, practically molten, her fingers lightly toying with the lace along her camisole as she watched every dip and roll of Eren’s shoulders with rapt, shameless fascination.

Eren’s mouth didn’t linger in one place for long. He kissed his way across her chest to lavish the other breast with the same ruthless devotion, coaxing another breathy moan from the genius before trailing his lips down the center of her ribcage.

He mapped every inch of her pale, smooth skin with his tongue and teeth—teasing the dip of her waist, pressing lingering kisses into the soft flare of her hips, and nipping playfully at the hollow of her navel. Each brush of his stubbled jaw against her stomach drew a sharp, hitching gasp from her throat, her abdomen fluttering uncontrollably under the searing onslaught.

Gently sliding his hands beneath her thighs, he hooked his arms under her knees, parting her legs wider across the lavish rug. The fuzzy knit socks still hugging her calves offered a delightfully scandalous contrast against her womanhood.

He leaned down between her knees, his blue eyes flashing with worship as the sweet, intoxicating scent of her arousal rose.

"E-Eren... wait, they’re—ah!"

Norelia’s protest died in an ear-shattering, strangled cry the second Eren pressed his mouth directly against her slick, dripping center.

His tongue parted her swollen folds in one long, firm, agonizingly slow stroke from bottom to top, tasting every drop of her essence. Norelia’s hips bucked violently off the rug, her fingers tangling desperately in his black hair as she tried to pull him closer and push him away all at once.

Eren didn’t yield an inch. His hands clamped firmly around the soft curves of her thighs, anchoring her in place as he set a devastating, relentless rhythm. He lapped at her heat with greedy precision, his tongue flattening against her most sensitive bundle of nerves, swirling around it while his hot breath sent shockwaves rippling straight to her core.

"Ah! Gods—Eren! Ah... ahh!"

Norelia’s cries grew erratic, completely stripped of any academic composure. Her toes curled tightly inside her knit socks, her frame writhing beneath his mouth as the friction built into an unbearable, blinding crescendo.

Aria leaned forward on the divan, her own lips parted, a faint, breathless whimper slipping past her teeth as she watched the glistening, lewd spectacle.

Down between her thighs, Eren felt the sudden, frantic fluttering of her inner muscles clamping down. Recognizing the edge of the precipice, he gave a hum against her wet skin, sucked her sensitive pearl firmly between his lips, and swirled his tongue with vicious speed.

That was the final blow.

"E-Eren—no, I’m—ahh!"

Norelia screamed his name, her entire body locking up as a violent, toe-curling climax shattered through her veins. Her hips jerked helplessly against his mouth, wave after wave of intense, shuddering pleasure crashing through her core, drenching his lips and chin as she wept, completely undone.

Eren rode out every single tremor with gentle, lingering kisses, licking her clean before finally lifting his head.

With a maddening grin, he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, his sapphire eyes gleaming with triumphant, predatory brilliance as he looked up at the two breathless women watching them.

"Well," Eren drawled, his voice delightful. "Who wants to hold the dice next?"

Norelia lay gasping for air like a fish that had flopped out of a pond, her pupils blown so wide they seemed almost white as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

Sweat clung to her skin, steaming faintly in the contrast of the early winter chill. Her chest heaved in wild, ragged pants. For nearly two full minutes, her brain was utterly offline, floating somewhere in the stratosphere of pure, sensory pleasure.

Slowly, the professor managed to reboot her motor functions. With a shuddering breath, she pushed herself upright on trembling elbows, tugging the hem of her oversized cream sweater back down over her trembling, slick thighs. Abandoning her discarded trousers entirely, she crawled on all fours over the plush fur rug, squeezing herself right back into the warm gap between Aria and Emma.

She collapsed against Emma’s side, letting out a breathy, melted whimper.

"Absolute... pleasure..." Norelia whispered.

Then, blinking her hazy crimson eyes, she looked up at the two frozen women flanking her. Aria’s knuckles were white against her silk shorts, and Emma was practically vibrating with unshed heat, both of them staring at Eren’s wet, grinning mouth as if they had just witnessed a divine revelation.

"If you two just sit there staring like lobotomized patients," Norelia murmured with faint, drunken spite, "the sun is going to rise, and you’ll miss your entire chance."

The words struck like a lightning rod. An invisible lightbulb practically shattered above their heads.

"The dice!" Emma barked as she lunged forward, snatching the bone tokens.

Aria snapped out of her trance instantly, her golden eyes flaring with imperial greed. "Give me mine! Emma, roll the center die!"

Emma shook the die in her calloused fist, muttering a string of prayers that would have scandalized a high priest, before slamming it onto the fur.

Both women leaned so far forward their hair tumbled across the rug, holding their breath in desperate, agonizing tension.

A few feet away, still kneeling on the rug with his linen shirt discarded and a lewd smear of moisture gleaming on his lower lip, Eren watched the display with a completely flat, deadpan stare.