Chapter 101: Eren’s First Harem Night -6-

Through the connection he could feel her embarrassment. Not about being naked, of course.

Elves didn’t care about nudity.

She’d grown up bathing in the open and changing clothes with the door open like everyone else in the village. What made her nervous was being looked at. Being the center of someone’s full attention. Being wanted specifically.

Her arms kept twitching toward her chest and she kept stopping them.

He leaned down and kissed the soft spot between her breasts. She gasped and her hands flew to his hair instead of covering herself.

“Don’t hide from me.” He murmured against her skin.

The passive sent back what she felt when he said that. Relief. Pure burning relief. Like someone had finally told her the thing she’d been waiting her whole life to hear.

He took his time with her. Completely different from Selena. With Selena the game had been dominance and surrender. With Lyra it was discovery.

He kissed every part of her body slowly. Her neck where the pulse beat fastest. The soft inside of her elbow where the skin was almost transparent.

The curve of her hip where it met her thigh. She made sounds with each kiss that were quiet and breathy and completely different from Selena’s loud moans. Little “ah” sounds that came from her nose more than her mouth.

When his mouth found her right breast she arched into him and her hands grabbed the sheets. He took the nipple between his lips and she whimpered so loud Emily looked over.

Her breasts were incredibly sensitive. Every touch sent shockwaves through the passive connection that almost knocked Eren’s concentration out. He could feel through her body that this was the first time anyone had ever touched her there. Decades of untouched nerve endings firing all at once.

He spent a long time there. Switching between them. Using his tongue and his lips and the lightest scrape of his teeth. Lyra was making sounds she’d probably never made before. Her legs were moving restlessly on the sheets and her hips kept lifting off the pillow like they were searching for something.

“Eren please-” It was the first time she’d said his name tonight and it came out broken and desperate. “I need- I don’t know what I need but please-”

He knew what she needed. His passive was screaming it at him. Her body was ready. More than ready. She was soaking the sheets beneath her and every nerve in her lower body was crying out for contact.

He positioned himself between her thighs. She looked up at him with those huge brown eyes and her lips were swollen from kissing and her cheeks were flushed and her massive breasts were rising and falling with every rapid breath.

“This might hurt a little.” He pressed his forehead against hers.

She grabbed both sides of his face with her small hands. “I don’t care. I want it to be you. I’ve always wanted it to be you.”

Always. She said always. She decided on me before I even knew she existed.

He pushed into her slowly. Slower than Selena. Gentler.

Lyra’s eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a silent O. Through the Soul Echo he could feel exactly what she was feeling.

The stretch, the fullness, a sharp sting that faded fast as her body accommodated him. Her p*ssy was impossibly tight around him, tighter than Selena had been. The walls were pulsing in quick nervous contractions that felt like nothing he’d ever experienced.

He stopped halfway and let her breathe.

“Okay?” He whispered.

She nodded. Her eyes were wet but she was smiling. “More. Please more.”

He went deeper. Her back arched and a sound escaped her that was half sob and half moan. When he was fully inside her she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close and buried her face in his neck.

“You’re so deep.” She whispered against his skin. “I can feel you everywhere.”

He could feel it too. Through the passive the sensation was doubled. Her pleasure mixed with his in a loop that kept building and building. He could feel how full she felt, how her body was stretching around him, how every small movement he made sent jolts through her.

He started moving. Slow at first. Rocking more than thrusting. Lyra’s hands were on his shoulders and her face was still in his neck and she was making those quiet breathy sounds with every stroke.

But then her hips started moving with him. Not passively receiving anymore but actively matching his rhythm. Her sounds got louder. Her grip got tighter. The quiet shy baker was gone and someone else was here instead.

“Faster.” She said it into his neck. Barely audible.

He went faster. Her legs tightened around him and her nails dug into his back and the sounds she made lost any trace of shyness. She was moaning openly now, each one punctuated by a gasp when he hit deep.

Through the connection her pleasure was climbing in waves and Eren could feel the peak approaching. He matched his rhythm to it, adjusting his angle slightly, using his Perception to read what her body was asking for.

“I’m- something is-” Lyra’s eyes snapped open and she looked at him with an expression of pure shock. She’d never had an orgasm before. She didn’t know what was coming.

He cupped her face and looked into her eyes. “Let it happen. I’ve got you.”

Lyra came.

Her whole body locked up and a cry ripped from her throat that was high and raw and so genuine it made Eren’s chest hurt. Through the evolved passive her orgasm slammed into him at full force. He could feel everything she was feeling.

The explosion starting at her core and radiating outward, the way every muscle in her body fired at once, the way her mind went completely blank for three solid seconds.

The combined feedback pushed him over the edge too. He came inside her and Lyra gasped as she felt him filling her. Her p*ssy clenched around him in rhythmic waves and each one pulled another pulse from him until they were both shaking and holding onto each other like the world was ending.

She’s going to get pregnant from this. We both know it. And she’s happy about it.

Through the passive he could feel it. Not fear or resignation but pure joy. The quiet baker who made bread for a village that barely noticed her was going to be a mother and the man giving her a child was the same one who’d asked about her crusts.

They lay there for a long time. Lyra refused to let go of him. Her arms stayed locked around his neck and her face stayed buried in his chest and he could feel her tears soaking into his skin.

“Why are you crying?”

She pulled back enough to look at him. Her eyes were red and her nose was running and her hair was sticking to her sweaty face and she looked nothing like the polished beautiful elves he saw every day.

“I spent weeks making bread for you.” She laughed through the tears. “Waking up before dawn and adjusting recipes and timing my schedule around yours. And the whole time I kept thinking maybe he doesn’t even notice me. Maybe I’m invisible.”

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “You walked into the bakery on your second day in the village and asked me about my crusts. Nobody asks the baker about crusts. They just eat and leave.”

She pressed her forehead against his chest. “You walked in.”

..

The room was getting lighter. Not daylight yet but that pale grey that came just before dawn.

Three women on one bed. Emily was sitting against the headboard with her eyes closed but not sleeping but listening.

Selena was curled on the left side with her golden hair everywhere and a satisfied smile on her sleeping face. Lyra was on Eren’s right, tucked under his arm with her face against his ribs and her massive breasts pressing against his side like warm pillows. She’d fallen asleep with her hand on his stomach the same way Selena had.

They both go for the abs. Must be an elf thing.

Emily opened one eye. “Satisfied mister?”

He looked at the ceiling. His body was tired in a way that had nothing to do with fighting and everything to do with three hours of continuous full-stat physical activity with two virgin elves. Even his half-elf recovery was going to need a full night for this one.

“Emily.”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.” He said it simply. No joke attached. “For all of this. For trusting me. For setting this up. For being okay with it.”

Emily was quiet for a moment. Then she leaned down and kissed his forehead. Her hair fell around both their faces like a curtain.

“I’m not okay with it.” She whispered. Her voice had a tiny crack in it that she’d never let anyone else hear. “I hate sharing you.

Every second of tonight I wanted to pull them off you and take you for myself. But this village needs children and you need this and they need this. So I decided to be the one who controls it instead of the one who gets hurt by it.”

She pulled back and her eyes were dry. Emily didn’t cry. Not in front of people. “But don’t you ever forget who your first wife is mister. Don’t you ever make me feel like I’m one of many.”

He reached up and pulled her down against his chest. She resisted for half a second and then melted into him the way she always did when he held her tight enough.

“You’re not one of many.” He whispered into her hair. “You’re the one. The others are yours too. You chose them. You brought them here. This is your kingdom Emily. I’m just the guy you put on the throne.”

She hit his arm. “That’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”

She didn’t argue with that. She just pressed closer and her hand found his chest and her breathing slowed down.

The Love Love Love evolution hummed softly in his status panel. +233 Charisma passive. The new sub-effect connecting him to every woman he touched. And four more concubines still waiting in the wings.

Through the window the first real light of morning was touching the tops of the trees. Somewhere outside a bird was singing. Fury and Rury were probably sleeping at the front door like furry security guards.

And in less than a week those orc scouts Fury had spotted were going to stop watching and start attacking.

Enjoy this night Eren. Because tomorrow the war starts.

He closed his eyes and held his women close and let the dawn take him.

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