Chapter 98: Eren’s First Harem Night -3-

Emily pulled Lyra to the far side of the bed and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. Lyra was shaking from the intensity of everything she’d seen and done in the last hour. Not from cold but from the kind of nervous energy that made your whole body vibrate.

Emily brushed the hair out of Lyra’s face and tilted her chin up. “Watch.” She whispered. “You’re next but watch first. It’ll help.”

Lyra nodded and pulled the blanket tighter. Her eyes were already locked on Eren and Selena.

Selena was still lying flat on her back in the center of the bed. Her golden hair was plastered to her sweaty forehead and neck and the sheets beneath her were a damp tangled mess from what Eren had just done to her with his mouth. Her chest was rising and falling fast and her green eyes were wide open tracking his every movement.

She was trying to give him her usual sneaky smile but her lips kept twitching.

“Well?” She arched one eyebrow and crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her small breasts up like she was presenting herself for inspection. “Are you going to keep staring or are you going to do something about it?”

This woman just screamed in three languages from my tongue and she’s already trying to boss me around again.

Eren took a moment to really look at her. His Perception at 54 drank in every detail. Selena wasn’t built like anyone else in this room. She wasn’t lean and athletic like Emily who spent her life swinging a katana. She didn’t have the compact youthful curves of Lyra either.

Selena was a fully grown woman in her late thirties who spent her days tasting rich food and running the village’s only restaurant and living damn well. Her breasts were small and firm but from the waist down she was built to drive men insane. Her hips were wide enough to grab with both hands and her thighs were soft and heavy and plush. When she shifted her weight on the bed the curve of that impossible ass caught the lamplight and Eren had to physically stop himself from just flipping her over right there.

She caught where his eyes went. Instead of covering herself she rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand, giving him the full view on purpose. “You’ve been staring at that part of me since your first week in the village. I know because I caught you three times.”

Eren scratched the back of his neck and grinned. “It was four times.”

“Four?” She laughed and her whole body shook with it, which did very interesting things to the curve he’d been staring at. “Well at least you’re honest.”

She was the woman every elf man in this village had wanted for decades. The one who ran the social center of the entire community. The one who decided who ate well and who got cold leftovers. She controlled more of this village’s daily life than anyone except maybe the totem itself.

Eren thought about his life back in Istanbul. A woman with Selena’s status would never give a guy like him the time of day. His old boss Kalina used to look at him like he was furniture that occasionally made mistakes. Confident successful women with money and power and men chasing them didn’t date broke unemployed twenty-five-year-olds who couldn’t afford their own groceries.

But right now? The most desired woman in this elven village had just screamed his name so loud her throat was probably sore. She was lying completely naked in his bed, totally his. She’d just asked Emily when he would touch her again.

I’m not just having sex. I’m conquering the woman who owned this village before I got here.

He moved over her. His body was massive compared to Selena’s frame and when he placed his hands on either side of her head the bed creaked under his weight. He was still painfully hard and when his d*ck brushed against the inside of her thigh Selena’s composure cracked.

She grabbed his forearm. Not to stop him. To hold onto something.

But then her free hand came up and pressed flat against his stomach. Her fingers traced the ridges of his abs slowly, one by one, like she was counting them.

“These.” She whispered, her eyes following her own fingers. “These weren’t here when you first came to the village.”

Eren shrugged with one shoulder. “Stats.”

“I don’t care what caused them.” Her fingers dug into the muscle and she bit her bottom lip while she pressed harder. “I used to watch you train shirtless behind the barricade when I was bringing water to the workers. I thought I was being subtle about it.”

He snorted. “You weren’t.”

“I know. Emily told me.” Selena’s hand moved up from his stomach to his chest and she spread her fingers wide across his pectoral muscle. Her voice got quieter. “Elf men are lean. Even the strongest ones in this village look like tall boys compared to you. You’re built like a…” She searched for the word, tilting her head to the side. “Like the old drawings in Kelion’s books. The ones of the warrior kings.”

Eren looked down at her and something in his chest tightened. “I’m not a king Selena.”

“Not yet.” Her green eyes were completely unguarded. “But you feel like one.”

He lowered himself until his forehead rested against hers. She smelled like spiced soap and sweat and her own arousal and it was driving his half-elf senses insane.

“I need to tell you something.” Her voice dropped to barely a whisper and her hand came up to rest on his jaw. “I turned down fourteen men in this village. Fourteen. Over twenty years. Some of them were kind and good and they would have been fine husbands.”

He turned his head slightly and kissed her palm. “Why?”

“Because I was waiting for someone who made my body react before my brain could think about it.” Her thumb traced his cheekbone. “Nobody did that until you walked into my restaurant smelling like slime and looking lost.”

He brushed a strand of wet hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her pointed ear. “You’re sure about this?”

“If you ask me one more time I will kill you in your sleep.” She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard.

There she is.

Selena’s kiss wasn’t soft. She shoved her tongue against his and grabbed his broad shoulders trying to twist her hips to flip their positions. She was older, used to being the dominant force in every room and she wanted to dictate the rhythm.

Not happening.

Eren shifted his weight and used a fraction of his 54 Strength to pin both of her wrists against the mattress above her head. He trapped them easily in one hand without hurting her.

“Ah-!” Selena’s back arched and her eyes went wide. But she didn’t look scared. She looked excited. She pulled against his grip once, testing it, felt how completely immovable his hand was and her whole face went hot.

Emily was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed with Lyra tucked against her side. She was running her fingers through the baker girl’s hair while watching the whole thing with the calm focus of a hunter observing prey. “Don’t break her wrists silly.” She said without looking away. “I still need her to cook my favorite soup tomorrow.”

“She’ll be fine.” Eren muttered against Selena’s jaw.

He whispered into her ear. Low and rough and slow enough that every word landed separately. “I’m going to take my time with you Selena. I’m going to make you forget every single one of those fourteen men you turned down. And when I’m done you’re going to know exactly why you waited.”

Selena’s whole body shuddered. Her thighs clenched together and a small whimper escaped her throat. She turned her face into the pillow to hide whatever expression she was making but Eren could see her ears turning bright red at the tips.

She likes this. She likes being told what’s coming.

[Congratulations! Your skill “Charming Voice” levelled up!]

[Charming Voice: Level 2 > Level 3]

The notification flashed across his vision and he felt something warm settle into his vocal cords. His voice had always had an effect on women since gaining the skill but now the resonance was deeper. More deliberate. Like every word carried a physical weight that pressed against the listener’s skin.

He trailed his mouth down her long neck and bit lightly on her collarbone. His free hand slid down to her small breast, rolling the sensitive nipple between his thumb and finger. But he didn’t stay there long. His hand kept moving down across her stomach and over the curve of her hip before grabbing a full handful of her ass.

Selena’s body jerked and she moaned into his shoulder. That ass was her real weapon. Firm and round and heavy in his palm in a way that her small breasts weren’t. He squeezed hard and she made a sound between a gasp and a whimper.

“You always looked at me like you knew all my secrets when I walked into your restaurant.” He whispered against her ear. “You always teased me. Always acted like you were two steps ahead of everyone. Where is that confidence now?”

“F*ck you.” She breathed out. Eren had taught the village some Earth curse words and Selena had picked up every single one. But instead of pulling away she pushed her hips up against him, grinding her wet pssy against his d*ck.

“You think you won just because you have a clever mouth?”

He pressed his lips against the spot below her ear where her pulse was hammering. “I know I won.”

He reached between them and pressed the tip of his d*ck against her. She was soaking from the oral and the hour of foreplay and the heat of his aura pressing into every nerve in her body. He could feel the warmth before he even pushed.

The tip pressed against her and Selena’s fingers clawed at the air above her pinned wrists. Her breathing went shallow and rapid.

He pushed forward slowly. Inch by inch.

Selena’s whole body went rigid. She was incredibly tight, decades of being untouched making her p*ssy squeeze around him so hard his teeth clenched. Despite her mature body and confident personality she was a virgin in every sense.

He stopped and let her adjust. His thumb stroked her wrist gently where he was holding her down. “Breathe.”

Selena exhaled hard through her nose. Her jaw was locked and her eyes squeezed shut. Then he felt her relax just a fraction and he slid deeper.

“Oh-” The sound came out of her like she’d been punched. Not in pain. In shock. Like she’d spent twenty years imagining this moment and the reality had just erased every fantasy she ever had.

He wasn’t even halfway in.

She’s so tight. If I don’t concentrate right now this is going to be over way too fast.

He pushed until he was fully inside her and Selena’s back arched off the mattress. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. She held that position for three full seconds like her body was trying to process everything at once.

Then she melted back into the sheets.

“Holy sh*t.” She said it in the English Eren had taught her and the pronunciation was perfect because she’d been practicing the curse words more than the normal ones.

He laughed and she felt the vibration through his chest. She was trying to smile but it kept turning into a grimace.

I’m inside the woman who turned down fourteen men over twenty years. The one every guy in this village wanted. And she just cursed in my language because of how I feel inside her.

He released her wrists. Selena’s freed hands immediately went to his stomach. Not his back, not his shoulders. His abs. She pressed both palms flat against them and held on like they were the only solid thing in her world.

“I want to feel these move while you…” She didn’t finish the sentence. Her face turned red and she looked away.

He turned her chin back to face him. “While I what?”

“You know what.” She squeezed his abs and her voice dropped to almost nothing. “Just move. Please.”

She’s obsessed with the abs. Good to know.

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