Chapter 138: Norelia
After two full hours of relentless, unhinged warfare, the hotel suite resembled an absolute battlefield of pure lewdness.
Emma stood completely naked in all her tanned, athletic glory. The warm lighting glided over her toned abs, chiseled shoulders, thick thighs, and firm, rounded breasts. Her pink hair was a messy, sweat-dampened cascade around her neck as she aggressively sipped a glass of ice water, gulping it down in one draft before letting out a shuddering exhale.
"Phew...that genuinely saved my life," the knight captain breathed out, pressing the cold empty glass against her flushed forehead.
Behind her, the rhythmic, wet sounds of ruthless impact and high-pitched squeals continued to reverberate off the walls.
Emma glanced over toward the bed with a raised brow.
There, perched on all fours in an doggy-style posture, was the petite professor herself. Norelia had completely abandoned every single shred of academic dignity, her face buried into the sheets, her pale, slender waist gripped tightly by Eren’s hands as he drove into her from behind in her designated second round.
"O-Ohhh! M-Mhhmm~!" Norelia wailed into the mattress as she actively pushed her peach ass back against his hips. "That’s it... fuck! Fill this perverted girl up to the brim, you brat... ahhn!"
"Ugh... my poor legs are throbbing so much I think they’re going to detach," a whiny, breathless voice groaned from the center of the room.
Emma turned her gaze toward the sofa, where Mira was sprawled out completely naked, lazily lounging across the cushions with zero shame. Her massive, gravity-defying bust was pushed up high against her chest, and her dripping, thoroughly used womanhood was proudly on display.
"How on earth does Eren possess this much terrifying stamina just because we put him on a two-day ban on sex?" Mira pouted softly, fanning her face with a limp hand. "He’s literally a beast tonight."
Emma chuckled. "... as if you didn’t happily beg him to wreck you twice."
"Yeah, yeah, I enjoyed every second of it," Mira mumbled with a sleepy, cat-like grin, though she quickly winced. "...doesn’t change the fact that my ass stings like crazy right now."
As the room filled with the rhythm of Eren’s relentless pace, Mira’s eyes slowly drifted along the tall, muscular frame standing near the counter. She traced the lines of Emma’s abs, the powerful sweep of her long legs, and the faint battle scars across her skin.
"You know, Captain..." Mira whispered, a hint of genuine awe in her voice. "You have such a ridiculously gorgeous, breathtaking body."
Emma blinked, caught off guard.
She looked down at herself. "Are you serious? Even with all these ugly scars on my skin?"
Mira slowly pushed herself up into a seated position on the sofa, shaking her head. "Not ugly at all! Your muscle definition is so cool and majestic! It’s genuinely impressive."
Emma’s chest puffed up with pride and she grinned smugly as she walked over to the couch, planting her hands on her hips. "Is that so, little maid? Want to see just how solid they really are?"
"Don’t mind if I do~!" Mira giggled.
The red-haired maid gently traced her fingers along the hard ridges of Emma’s abs, marveling at the strength beneath the warm skin.
As her palms rested against the knight’s toned midriff, Mira suddenly tilted her head upward. Her eyes ignited with a mischievous spark and a devious little smirk on her plump lips.
"So, Emma..." Mira said in a teasing whisper, "Eren said something this morning... is it true that you secretly want to be the one to carry Eren’s very first baby?"
Emma’s grey eyes expanded as her tanned cheeks reddened, burning all the way down to her neck.
"Wh-What?!" Emma snapped defensively, her voice cracking as she quickly looked away. "That is completely, entirely none of your business, you nosy maid!"
Mira giggled playfully as she rose to her feet, leaning against the tall, naked swordmaster. "Of course it’s my business! If you’re going to steal the Young Master’s firstborn child shamelessly, the least I can do is raise the baby myself!"
"Shut—you...your damn mouth!" Emma hissed in pure tsundere energy as she pinched Mira’s soft, squishy cheek.
While the two were busy arguing, Eren was engaged in his own war over the bed.
Norelia was proving far more stubborn than the other two, refusing to surrender to an early climax. Her tight, soft walls squeezed his fat cock in a vacuum-tight grip that sucked every drop of friction straight into his spine. Eren tightened his grip on her slender hips as he leaned forward against her back, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Norelia..." Eren rasped into her ear, his rhythm picking up. "I’m right at the edge."
"S-So am I...!" Norelia whimpered back, her petite frame shivering. "Don’t you dare... hold back...!"
With one final collision, they came to the climax. Norelia threw her head back with a cry as her walls convulsed in climax, right as Eren drove deep and emptied her full nightly quota of thick seed directly into her waiting pussy.
The exhaustion hit the petite girl instantly. Her arms gave out, and she slid forward messily, nearly falling off the edge of the mattress before Eren quickly swept her into his arms, cradling her against him like a bride.
Norelia’s red eyes half-shut.
"...Thank you for tonight, Eren..." she whispered.
Eren chuckled. "Why is everyone tapping out so early? We’ve barely finished the warm-up rounds."
"Idiot..." Norelia mumbled with a tired pout before her eyes shut completely, drifting into peaceful sleep in his arms.
"Whoa! Young Master, you can still keep going?!" Mira’s voice echoed excitedly from across the room.
Eren turned his head, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smirk. "Why? Are you stepping up to volunteer for round three?"
Mira crossed both arms in front of her chest in a giant ’X’ sign. "Nope! Absolutely not! My body is officially out! But..." She gave a devilish grin toward the tall, blushing knight standing beside her. "...why don’t you give this muscular brute one last ride and properly put a baby in her like she wants?"
"Mira! Shut that filthy mouth of yours before I throw you out the window!" Emma roared, her face glowing.
Eren smiled warmly, thoroughly entertained by the banter of the women who held his heart. He carried the sleeping genius over to the large sofa, gently laying her down and pulling a blanket over her.