Chapter 47: Night Out Research With Norelia
Eren’s remaining clothes were tossed carelessly into the monumental dump of her forgotten laundry, revealing a perfectly toned, athletic physique that had the petite girl glazing with the intent to devour him whole right then and there.
"Well, Miss Norelia? Do you wish to resume the field research exactly where we left it last time?"
Norelia gave him a smile, weakly pushing herself to her butt.
"Shut up, you brat," she murmured with a sudden, daring confidence as she placed her hands against his chest. "Let the older one take full operational control. Lay down."
Always a true gentleman when a beautiful lady demanded supreme authority, Eren merely raised his hands in defeat and allowed himself to be pushed onto the mattress, sliding back to afford her little dominance.
With zero hesitation, the tiny bookworm confidently slid her shirt and white bra completely off her frame. The garments fluttered away into the messy abyss of the room, entirely exposing her delicate, small chest and adorable slender body.
She shifted her body until she was on all fours directly between his spread thighs. Her red eyes locked onto the massive, rock-hard toy attached to him. She wrapped her fingers around the veiny length and gently tapped it against her cheek.
"Tell me the truth, Eren," she whispered, her gaze locking onto his as she lightly stroked it. "Did this little guy miss me?"
"Absolutely. He’s been practically crying for you every single night for you. The separation anxiety was severe."
Norelia let out a giggle at his shameless response. She leaned her head lower and pressed her soft, wet lips against the rigid head of his cock. A loud, incredibly sultry mooch sound echoed through the quiet room.
She didn’t stop there. Driven by a week’s worth of intense, hidden deprivation, she began delivering a continuous, rapid-fire succession of soft, teasing, and incredibly ticklish kisses all along the sensitive underside of his shaft. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room as she greedily reclaimed the prize she had been dreaming about.
Having thoroughly satisfied her initial cravings with a barrage of wet licks and sultry mooches, she rose back up onto her knees and removed her long skirt and those newly favorite white panties Erin loved.
Now completely unarmored, the petite girl hovered over him; the contrast between her slender frame and his fully deployed weapon was a truly wild visual dynamic.
A sadistic smile, she grabbed his dick and began dragging the edge directly against her incredibly wet entrance. The friction caused his veiny monster to twitch violently beneath her, practically begging to breach into her."
"Oh? Is the little guy getting impatient?" she whispered, though the bold bravado in her voice couldn’t entirely mask the rapid heartbeat.
Slowly, she lowered her hips. The initial confidence she had began to crumble the exact millisecond her tight, unclaimed pussy met the crushing reality of his girth.
Norelia gasped as the thick, burning length was forcing its way past the gates, ruthlessly expanding her virgin pussy with zero regard for spatial limitations, her eyes instantly watering as her breath hitched in her throat.
Unable to sustain posture any longer, she collapsed forward, burying her face into his neck as her fingers clutched his shoulders with little strength.
"A-Ah—! Eren! Wait, stop... oh my god, it feels like you’re tearing me completely apart!" she squealed out, her tiny frame trembling violently as she managed to absorb roughly half of his massive dick before stalling out completely.
Eren didn’t force the rest. A true man knows when to pause for his woman.
He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her securely against his chest; his hand traced calming circles along her bare back, silently reassuring the overwhelmed girl.
Norelia let out a long, shaky exhale, her heart beating frantically against his own. She lifted her head by a fraction of an inch, looking at his blue ones with romantic devotion.
"You... you’ve officially claimed this lazy prodigy’s virginity now, you shameless brat," she whispered breathlessly with a conquered smile breaking through her tears. "I am officially your woman."
To seal the contract, she pressed a soft kiss directly onto his chest.
Gathering the last remnants of her courage, she braced her hands against his shoulders and firmly pushed her hips all the way down, aggressively sinking the remaining half of his length.
"Mmmph—!" she whispered as she took the full length of his, her tight internal walls instantly locking around him like a custom-molded sextoy.
She remained in that position for a full minute, letting her incredibly warm, tight insides adapt and memorize the shape of her lover forever.
But for Eren, the view from the bottom of the layout was nothing short of a masterpiece.
Norelia sat upright upon him with her hands planted against his abdomen for support. Her pale, sweaty skin was beautifully glistening under the lamp, and her small tits were peeking out proudly with every breath she took. And her eyes, they were completely drowning in a sea of bliss.
Then she began to move her hips in a deliberate, rolling grind against him, instantly filling the quiet space with the heavy slapping sound of wet skin against skin. For a self-proclaimed lazy amateur, her movements were precise—moving with a fluid, instinctive rhythm that she had clearly cross-referenced from her vast forbidden romance books.
Eren let out a quiet grunt, his hands locking onto her waist to stabilize her. "Damn, Norelia... your research is paying off beautifully. You’re moving like an absolute professional right now."
His praise earned a giggle from her, though it cut short as his rigid length hit deep inside her.
"Ah—haahn❤️~!"
She threw her head back, shuddering as she delivered a tight downward stroke.
"Eren... this is... it’s so much better than any toy! I love the feeling of you completely stretching me out inside... please, don’t stop... give me more of it~!"
As the affectionate session moved on, her vocabulary began rapidly deteriorating into lewdness. Every heavy, grinding descent was accompanied by dirty, unfiltered whimpers, her words turning shinier and more desperate by the minute as she greedily demanded every single inch of him.
Eren’s endurance was in critical condition. Unable to play the passive guy any longer, his upper body bolted upright from the mattress, aggressively wrapping around her bare, sweaty waist, pulling her tiny frame against him while she still stubbornly maintained her rhythm.
"You look spectacular right now, my heroine," Eren growled directly against her skin. He leaned down and captured one of her tits into his mouth, aggressively sucking the hard peak.
Norelia let out a cry as her remaining sanity vanished; her hands gripped his shoulders. As she was unable to handle the intensity, she buried her face into the crook of his neck, delivering a biting kiss—sucking furiously against his skin until a hickey was stamped onto his neck.
"Treat me... treat me like your heroine forever... please, Eren! Make me forget everything else!" she begged desperately, her tight internal walls convulsing violently around his pulsing shaft as he was fully loaded and ready for immediate deployment.
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