Chapter 292: Aria’s Wickedness 2

She set an excruciating, unhurried rhythm. Up, press, slide, twist.

At the same time, her palm smoothed up his sternum, her thumb flicking repeatedly over his right nipple. Her other hand trailed down his abdomen, fingernails lightly scraping across the tight ridges of his core, feeling the sudden, involuntary spasms of muscle as his body fought violently against the urge to buck into her foot.

Clack-clack.

The logs popped in the hearth, but the only sound Eren could hear was his own blood pumping in his ears. His blue eyes, locked onto Emma’s darkened gaze. Veins corded along his neck and forearms, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists against his knees to keep from violating the command to stay motionless.

"Look at you," Aria purred, her lips brushing the nape of his neck, tasting the salt of the sweat beginning to bead on his skin. "So obedient. So rigid. Your core is practically vibrating, Eren. Does it hurt? Being forced to sit like a well-behaved hound while I play with you like a toy?"

To emphasize her cruelty, her foot hooked the waistband of his briefs, tugging the fabric down just enough to free the weeping cock.

Before he could catch his breath, the sole of her bare foot made direct, skin-to-skin contact.

A ragged gasp tore through Eren’s locked jaw.

Aria gave him no mercy. She used the arch of her foot to massage the tip in slow, agonizing circles, smearing the wetness along the hot, pulsing shaft. Her toes pinched lightly at his balls, choking off his release every time his hips instinctively twitched forward.

Emma leaned in closer, a heavy shudder running through her as she watched the lewd mastery of Aria’s control. "Gods... he’s shaking..."

"Of course he is," Aria murmured, a dark, victorious chuckle vibrating through Eren’s spine. Her hands raked up his chest, her nails biting into his shoulders while her foot maintained that merciless, friction-heavy slide, dragging him directly to the razor edge of an explosive climax—and holding him there, trapped in pure, suspended torment. "Because he knows if he breaks my rules, I won’t let him finish until tomorrow night."

His entire body locked.

Every single corded muscle along his back and thighs stood out in jagged relief, trembling under the violent, surging current of adrenaline and denied release. From the beginning, Eren had told himself that Aria Reedings was merely a misunderstood character of high-society circumstance—a tragic villainess.

Misunderstood my ass, Eren thought, his jaw clenched. The gods didn’t break the mold with her; they handed the blueprint straight to the deepest circle of hell. She was literally born to wage psychological warfare on my sanity.

Yet, the agonizing tragedy of his current predicament was that he couldn’t even muster a shred of genuine resentment. As the smooth, velvet-soft arch of her bare foot slid with agonizing precision up the swollen length of his cock. he was thoroughly enjoying every second of this sick, beautiful degradation.

’No. Stop. Don’t rationalize this degenerate trap,’ he commanded his melting brain. ’You do not fold to this footjob.’

Aria’s breath lingered against his ear, shattering his thoughts.

Without breaking the stroke, she leaned forward, playfully biting his neck, immediately followed by a soft, soothing lick of her tongue, before she turned her face to press feverish, messy kisses all across his burning cheek. She treated him like a cute puppy. Pampering him with suffocating affection that drove him out of his mind.

"I like you so damn much, Eren," Aria whispered into the side of his mouth. "I love you so much, baby. Look at how cute you are."

Her words echoed through the hollow ringing in his ears. His vision began to swim with the merciless glide of her foot dragging him right up to the sheer cliff of an explosive, sanity-shattering orgasm, only to brutally clamp down on his base with her toes whenever his hips gave an involuntary, desperate buck.

"Aria, hold on..." Norelia murmured, her voice breathless and slightly hoarse. "Look at his eyes. If you keep denying, he’ll turn entirely feral."

"Oh? Is my sweet boy reaching his breaking point?" Aria hummed with devastating, aristocratic triumph.

Then, without a single warning, she snapped her foot away.

The sudden, absolute absence of her skin was an agonizing shock. Her thighs uncurled from his hips, releasing his waist as she lazily leaned back onto the white fur.

The spell shattered.

Eren bent forward instantly, his chest heaved in frantic, ragged gasps. The air burned like fire in his lungs. His vision was a hazy, blurred kaleidoscope of amber flames and white fur, his cock pulsing violently against the open air, weeping profusely and screaming for the completion she had ruthlessly severed inches from the finish line.

Slowly, Eren turned his head over his bare shoulder.

His blue eyes burned with an intensity that promised to ruin her body all night once this stupid game finished.

Aria looked past toward Emma.

With a flick of her fingers, the heiress pulled the silk straps of her camisole down, letting the fabric pool around her waist to reveal her pale huge boobs to the amber firelight. Reaching lower, she slid her tap shorts down her slender legs and kicked them aside, lying sprawled across the plush white fur like an empress on a dais.

"Come here, Emma," Aria commanded. "Strip off that dress of yours. All of it."

Emma blinked, her jaw still hanging loose, her storm-grey eyes darting between Aria’s naked form and Eren. "W-Wait... what are you—"

Beside her, Norelia let out an amused giggle, thoroughly tipsy and enjoying the spectacle. With a gentle, mischievous shove against Emma’s muscular back, the petite genius broke the warrior’s hesitation. "Go on, Captain. A Swordmaster doesn’t retreat before the charge."

Swallowing hard against a bone-dry throat, Emma rose on the rug. Her fingers caught the hem of her faded tank top and pulled it over her head, casting it into the shadows. The charcoal shorts and briefs followed in one yank.

The fire glow painted every breathtaking curve of her body—the defined cut of her shoulders, her abs, the round, firm breasts tipped with tight dusky nipples. She stood as living art.

Aria parted her long, pale thighs on the white fur, stretching her arms wide in welcoming invitation.

"Lie down over me, Captain. Let our darling take you right here. Let him empty every single drop of the fire he held back inside you, while I hold onto you."

Emma’s breath hitched. Her mind was already messed, completely surrendered to the madness. Moving as a woman possessed, she crawled across the rug and positioned herself directly over Aria’s porcelain body.

Bracing her weight on her forearms on either side of Aria’s head, Emma arched her back, showing her inviting round ass and the dripping entrance straight to Eren.

Aria cupped Emma’s cheeks. The heiress looked up into the warrior’s widened eyes with a drunken gaze.

"Come on Captain," Aria whispered, her eyes flicking over Emma’s shoulder toward Eren’s coiled, ready form. "Let’s see what kind of magnificent, ruined face the angel of death makes... when our darling finally breaks her."