Chapter 66: Punishing Emma
For the rest of the meal, both Eren and Emma sat there eating like perfectly civilized individuals, engaging in casual conversation with Mira, while a high-intensity assault was happening beneath the table.
After finishing the dinner, three of them gathered the empty dishes.
"That was a masterpiece cooking, girl," Emma praised, stretching her arms with a satisfied sigh. "Well, I should head back to my quarters and get a good sleep."
"I’ll head back to my room as well," Mira agreed cheerfully, smoothing down her skirt. "Goodnight, young master."
"Hold on a second," Eren commanded, instantly halted both girls in their tracks.
Before either of them could question his instruction, Eren stepped forward towards the pink-haired knight, and smoothly swept his arms beneath her knees and waist. In effortless motion, he hoisted the athletic captain straight up into a bridal carry.
"Woah—! Hey!" Emma shouted, her face instantly flushing a bright red as her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck for balance. "What the hell, Eren?! Put me down!"
Eren paid zero attention to her protests, turning toward Mira who stood by the doorway with a confused look.
"I require her for the rest of the night," Eren declared with a smirk. "I need to properly punish my captain for making me miss her for three whole days."
Mira’s initial shock vanished, replaced by a stunning, seductive grin. She let out a soft, delighted hum, placing a hand on her hip as her green eyes sparkled.
"Oh my... Is that how it is?" Mira purred, offering a mock bow toward the flustered knight in his arms. "Well then... best of luck surviving the night, Captain!"
With a mischievous wink, Mira stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door shut, locking the two of them alone in the room.
Eren slowly turned his head back to the blush-dusted face of his captain.
She glared at him. "Put. Me. Down," she ordered, trying to sound serious despite her heart running the speed of horse steps.
"No," Eren replied flatly, carrying her straight over to his bed, tossing her onto the soft mattress. Before she could even attempt to get up, Eren pinned both of her wrists tightly above her head against the sheets.
Eren leaned in so closely that his warm breath brushed directly against her lips, his dark blue eyes gleaming with playful authority. "Tell me, Captain... have you ever entertained the thought of being thoroughly dominated by your lazy young master?"
"W-What?!" Emma blurted out, her voice pitching up into a sharp, panicked squeak. Yet, despite her elite martial training and raw physical strength, she made precisely zero effort to break free from his grip.
Eren merely chuckled, leaning in further to capture her lips in a deep, long, passion-filled kiss. Emma’s initial feeble attempt at a protest dissolved instantly into the sheets. Her mind completely went rogue as she greedily met his tongue, the intoxicating taste of the very man she once found insufferable now driving her absolute sanity over the edge.
When he finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected to their lips.
Then Eren effortlessly pinned both of her wrists using a single hand, freeing his other to travel south. His long fingers deftly traced down her amazingly sculpted, athletic thighs beneath her trousers, embarking on a quest to locate the hidden treasure.
With a little labour, he tugged her trousers down just enough to slip his fingers beneath the elastic band of her panties.
Emma let out a breathless, trembling gasp. "N-No... Eren, don’t do that..."
Her weak plea served as nothing more than prime fuel for his motivation. Eren began tracing slow, deliberate circles directly against her most sensitive, delicate core of her little sister.
"Ah—!"
Emma yelped cutely for a fearsome knight who routinely threw full-grown soldiers into the mud as a wave of electricity spread up through her spine. Her back arched off the mattress, her entire body trembling as Eren smoothly slid his index finger straight into her completely wet, incredibly tight entrance.
The sheer intensity of the sensation was far too addictive, completely shattering her stern military demeanor into a million pieces. A soft, needy moan escaped her throat, her athletic legs twisting helplessly as her body begged for more of his touch.
Eren casually savoured the magnificent sight, his signature smirk returning at this marvelous structural collapse. The fierce, terrifying captain of the guard has officially been reduced to a helpless, pleasure-intoxicated slut on his bed.
After a few more torturous, bliss-filled moments of driving her mind wild, Eren decided that the penalty phase had reached its intended quota. He smoothly withdrew his hand, calling his offensive troops back from the frontlines.
Emma’s muscular legs instantly fell limp against the bed, her chest heaving as she panted for air.
Eren shifted his weight, moving down the bed to sit on his knees beside her face. He looked down at his utterly defeated, blush-covered tomboy girlfriend with a satisfied grin. "Who gave you permission to take a rest, Captain?"
Without breaking eye contact, he reached down to release his own suppressed little brother from the tight confinement. Released from the fabric, the majestic, impressive weapon snapped erect right in front of her flushed face, twitching slightly as if offering a formal military greeting to the captain.
Emma’s eyes widened at the sight of his nine inch cock, her breath catching in her throat. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry while her insides burned with an unholy, instinctual hunger that demanded immediate satisfaction.
Eren leaned back comfortably against the wooden headboard in a completely relaxed posture. Emma pushed herself up, resting on all fours like a predatory feline backed into a corner, her gaze completely locked onto his throbbing membrane.
"This is... thoroughly absurd," Emma muttered, her voice raspy and trembling with a cocktail of lingering reluctance and heavy intoxication.
Under normal circumstances, the proud, fierce knight would have found the mere concept of oral service completely degrading and revolting—she had never once offered such a high-tier compromise in her entire life. Yet right now, with her mind completely haze-filled from his previous assault, her body was actively betraying every single line of her pride.
Eren reached out and grabbed her soft, pink hair with his fingers. "This is an official directive from your master, Captain," he murmured, his voice low and commandingly smooth. "Execute the protocol."
He guided her head forward, and Emma didn’t pull back.
With her cheeks turning red, she reached out with a trembling hand, wrapping her fingers around the thick base. She leaned in, extending her pink tongue to deliver a few tentative, tasting licks over the sensitive tip, shuddering at the salty, intoxicating flavor that instantly hit her palate.
Driven over the edge by the taste and the thrill of absolute submission, Emma parted her lips wide, attempting to take the massive, unyielding length as deep into her mouth as her tight throat would allow.