Chapter 118: Maid’s war
Right at this very moment, Emma was entirely unable to process whether she was undergoing a torture technique or drowning in the most intense bliss of her entire life.
She was lying back on the mattress, her maid skirt rucked up past her waist, exposing her lower belly and her delicious pussy where Eren’s fingers were buried deep inside it, thrusting in a slow rhythm that drove her completely out of her mind.
"E-Eren...! Ah~! Stop... please, I’m begging you!" Emma gasped as she clutched at the bedsheets. "I... I can’t handle this... nnn-ngh~!"
Her thick, muscular thighs shuddered, instinctively clamping together to sandwich his hand between them, but the tight squeeze only enhanced the intense friction. She was a complete and absolute mess—her pink hair scattered across the pillows like fire.
Eren leaned over her with a thoroughly satisfied smirk. "So, Captain... care to tell your Young Master how much you love your reward? Personally, I think this beats out your little breast presentation by a mile."
"This is... ah~... this is nothing!" Emma rasped back, desperately attempting to project her usual authority through her breathless gasps. She glared up at him with hazy, burning grey eyes. "You’re... you’re playing foul play, you pervert...!"
Eren chuckled softly, his fingers curling against her walls. "Foul play or not, your body seems to be thoroughly enjoying every single second of it."
"Fuck you, idiot—"
Thap!
The stinging sound of his palm making contact with her flushed cheek echoed softly through the quiet room. It wasn’t a violent slap, but the sting sent a jolt of shock straight through her brain.
Emma’s storm-grey eyes widened in utter bewilderment, her sentence dying in her throat.
Before she could process the shock, Eren cupped her jaw while his other hand continued its work between her thighs.
"It seems my muscular, tomboy maid has completely forgotten her manners while serving her Young Master. Is that way to speak to the man giving you a valuable reward?"
Emma gritted her teeth, her chest heaving as the contrast between the sharp sting on her cheek and the intense pleasure between her legs threatened to melt her brain entirely. By all rights, her instincts as an elite military captain dictated she should kick him straight through the wall for daring to lay a hand on her.
But...
Being manhandled and thoroughly mastered by her handsome, infuriating idiot was doing unspeakable things to her pride.
"You... nnngh~!"
Her breathing hitched as she was about to get finished. She threw her head back, her hips bucking upward to chase the final, explosive release.
Just as she reached the absolute precipice—
Squelch.
Eren pulled his fingers completely out of her dripping kitten, cutting off the stimulation mercilesly.
Emma’s hips jolted upward as an unfinished moan dying in her throat. She lay there, chest heaving, staring up at him in frustration as her eyes practically begged for release.
"W-What... why did you stop?!" she rasped, her voice trembling. "Eren...!"
Eren casually licks her sweet, arousal off his fingers with an appreciative hum.
"Well, my dear Captain..." Eren offered her a villainous smirk as he wiped his lips. "Your official reward service has officially concluded for the night. If you want a proper finale... you’re going to have to ask your Master very nicely."
Emma glared up at him with a mix of anger and undeniable desire. His insufferable smirk was infuriating, and that satisfied glint in his blue eyes made her heart do acrobatics.
She hated him.
She absolutely hated how effortlessly he had turned her inside out and played her like a toy.
Then she smiled, promising a dangerous thrill.
"Really? I have to beg you?"
Eren raised a skeptical eyebrow. "That is generally how it works, Captain."
"I think you’ve forgotten how I became the youngest swordmaster and knight captain in the empire’s history, my dear Young Master," she murmured softly.
Before Eren’s brain could fully process the threat, Emma’s powerful, muscular thighs snapped upward and with combat movement, she hooked her bare legs behind his neck and pulled him down, using her terrifying strength to lock his head directly between her trembling, sun-kissed thighs, right in front of her soaking pussy.
"Whoa—hey!" Eren choked out, his face suddenly buried in her heat. "That’s straightforwardly illegal tactical deployment, Emma!"
Emma reached down, hold his dark hair with her fingers to keep his face pinned against her dripping little sister.
"I might enjoy getting manhandled by you, you idiot," Emma whispered, her grey eyes wide with blend of madness, arousal, and competitive spirit. "But letting you walk away after leaving me hanging like that? Not a chance in hell. Finish what you started."
Eren wondered if he accidentally unlocked the dominant side of his muscular tomboy girlfriend.
Well, he quickly accepted his role as her willing captive and leaned into her wet chocolate pussy. He pressed his lips against her clit, taking a long, deliberate lick that made her shudder.
"Ah... nnngh~!"
"AH—! Yes! Right there, my pretty boy... go on!" Emma cried out, her back arching off the bed as her thighs clamped even tighter around his head, threatening to crush his skull like a melon.
Eren dove into the task enthusiastically. The tangy taste of her arousal was addictive. He used his tongue in rhythmic sweeps, alternating between aggressive licking and soft, teasing nips that sent electrical currents straight down her spine. The tanned beauty was floating, her fingers clutching his dark hair so tightly.
After several minutes of thoroughly devouring her chocolate center, she reached the breaking point.
"Eren... ah! That’s it... right there... I’m gonna—!"
Emma made a helpless scream as her climax hit her, thighs locked around his head with crushing force as her lower depths squirted a hot, sweet wave of her love juice directly against his lips and tongue. Eren took it all in stride, casually swallowing every drop while maintaining gentle licks until her spasms stopped.
When she finally released her grip, Eren pulled his face back, wiping his chin with a satisfied exhale.
"Well," Eren chuckled dryly, offering her a smirk. "That was surely the best pre-bedtime refreshment."
Emma lay as she panted heavily, her storm-grey eyes hazy and utterly spent. She slowly sat up and used the maid dress to gently wipe the traces of her arousal off his chin and mouth.
Eren blinked, watching her quiet, devoted care. ’Did this maid roleplay accidentally unlock a permanent kink in her?’
Once his face was clean, Emma wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him against her breasts. She rested her chin on his shoulder, her hot breath tickling his neck.
"Eren..." she whispered with a vulnerable tone. "I have a request... one that only my boyfriend can handle."
"What the fuck did you cook up in that head of yours now, Captain?"
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[Today might have quality drop. I was planned to release 3 Chapters. But due to medications and pain, so I made 2. Sorry guys😅]
[Image of Emma in maid uniform (more tempting)]