Chapter 197: Violet
Eren lay sprawled across the pillows, staring up at the ceiling while Violet curled over him like a satisfied, purring kitten, her cheek plastered directly against his chest, giggling softly to herself every few seconds as if she had achieved the greatest treasure.
Eren looked down at the soft tangle of purple hair, shaking his head with a faint, amused grimace. "You do realize Alice is going to personally decapitate me and mount my skull on the academy gates when she finds out I seduced her best friend?"
Violet tilted her head up with a cheeky grin. "Don’t worry. I’ll talk to Alice. She’s scary, but she listens to me when I’m stubborn."
Eren reached up, cupping her cheek in his broad palm. "Seriously. How did my trembling, terrified seatmate transform into this?"
"Blame yourself, idiot," she hummed proudly, nuzzling her cheek deeper into his hand. "You’re the one who taught me that I don’t have to stay hidden in the dark."
He chuckled, tightening his arm around her waist and pulling her small, naked body against him. Violet let out a soft, contented squeak, melting into his hold. For several minutes, a peaceful quiet settled over the room.
Then, Violet shifted, her purple eyes blinking thoughtfully. "Eren?"
"Hm?"
"Do you... do you really do things like what happened this afternoon... every single day?"
Eren didn’t even hesitate, flashing a completely degenerate grin. "Pretty much, yeah."
Violet’s mouth opend light, her eyes going round. "Even... even with Miss Mira?"
"Especially with Mira," Eren laughed softly. "Don’t let that bubbly personality fool you. That sweet girl turns aggressive sometimes."
Violet’s entire face combusted into a shade of red. She stared at his chest, her chest heaving as a dangerous, competitive fire flickered to life inside her. She bit her lower lip, squirming against him as her hands fidgeted with the edge of the blanket.
"Then..." she muttered, her voice dropping into a barely audible, furious mumble under her breath. "Then I want to try it too."
Eren raised a single, skeptical brow. "Try what?"
"I want to taste you," she declared, her voice cracking adorably on the last word.
Before Eren could even process the sentence, Violet suddenly ducked down like a panicked little rodent, diving completely beneath the blanket.
"Violet? What are you—"
A rustling commotion broke out at the foot of the bed. Beneath the sheets, Eren felt small, fumbling hands slide down his thighs, nervously hooking their fingers into the elastic waistband of his briefs. With an awkward, determined tug, she pulled the fabric down his legs.
His hardened dragon instantly sprang free beneath the covers.
’Wait, she’s actually doing an ambush?!’
Eren leaned forward and cautiously peeled the edge of the blanket.
What he saw nearly short-circuited his brain,
Kneeling on all fours between his spread thighs, completely naked, was the quietest, most delicate noble daughter in the empire. Her pale ass was arched back clumsily, and her cheeks were puffed out around the crown of his cock.
She had managed to awkwardly shove the top third of his shaft past her lips, but she was clearly entirely out of her depth. Her purple eyes were wide in panic at the scale of the task she had voluntarily taken on. Her jaw was stretched to its limit, her teeth grazing against the thick, throbbing veins as she tried to swallow without choking.
Catching him staring down at her with pure, unfiltered amusement, Violet’s face burned a shade of red.
"D-Dohn look aht me lyke dat!" she muffled desperately around the thick intrusion. "I’m embarrassed...!"
Eren let out a chuckle, the visual of her beautiful body trembling on all fours while hopelessly wrestling his dick hitting him like a direct bolt of lightning.
"You voluntarily initiated this, cutie," Eren rasped, his eyes darkening with sudden heat. "You don’t get to call a timeout now."
Shifting upright, Eren braced his back against the wooden headboard. He reached down, his hand gently yet firmly gathering her purple hair, tilting her chin upward so her throat was aligned with his shaft.
"You wanted to do whatever you wanted, right?" Eren whispered, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly cadence that made her core clench violently. "Then open wide for me, Violet. Let me show you how your new boyfriend takes care of a good girl."
Violet’s breath hitched in a shallow gasp. Tears of overstimulation prickled at the corners of her eyes as Eren’s hips gave a slow, deliberate roll upward, guiding his scorching, veined length past her trembling teeth and pushing deeper toward the warmth of her throat.
His hands tightened gently in her hair, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse. Seeing her trembling, trying so hard to please him while clearly overwhelmed by her own clumsy bravery, did something dangerous to his chest. He wasn’t about to just lie back like a pampered lord while she struggled alone.
"Hold on, my brave kitten," Eren murmured, his voice warm. "If we’re diving headfirst into degeneracy, we’re doing it on equal ground.".
Before Violet could muffle another confused protest around his shaft, Eren hooked his hands securely under her soft armpits. With effortless, smooth strength, he lifted her, turning her around and shifting her body over his chest.
"E-Eren—wait, what are you—ah!"
Violet gasped as the room tilted. He laid back flat against the mattress, pulling her downward until she was straddling him in reverse. Her knees rested on either side of his shoulders, her flushed, bare chest hovering above his torso, while her hips were positioned directly over his face. Down between her spread thighs, the throbbing rod was lined up perfectly right in front of her parted lips.
"Look down, Violet," Eren whispered from beneath her thighs, pulling down her panty, tossing the fabric aside. "You wanted to taste me? Go ahead. But I’m taking my tax too."
Violet’s breath caught in her throat. Her pussy completely exposed, glistening and weeping with sweet arousal from the sheer intensity of the moment. Before she could even process the vulnerability, Eren’s hands cupped the soft, pale mounds of her ass, his fingers kneading her gently as he pulled her hips downward.
Then, his mouth met her dripping entrance.
"Ahhh~!"
Violet cried out, a high, desperate squeak tearing from her throat as her spine arched instantly. The searing, wet heat of Eren’s tongue parted her dripping folds, lapping with strokes right against her sensitive points. It was an electric shock that surged straight up her spine, setting off fireworks behind her eyelids.
"Eren... oh gods, Eren—no, that’s... that’s too much~!" she stammered, her fingers frantically tangling into the bedsheets.
Eren paused for a second, sending violent shivers through her thighs.
"You asked earlier if you were unbearable, Violet," Eren rasped, his voice vibrating directly against her sensitive skin, making her whimper pathetically. "You asked if you were just a burden who gave me mana. I’d prove you were wrong. You’re special to me, and you’re going to feel exactly how much I crave every single inch of you."
Violet’s mind completely unraveled. She leaned forward, parted her lips, and took his back into her mouth.