The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 542: Chapter 542- Fun Inside the Closet

Karl’s expression looked a little flushed as he chugged down the contents of the bottle.

Seeing this, Reinhardt and Delicia sighed a breath of relief. At the same time, the risky and adventurous nature of their situation evoked a sense of pleasure within them.

Karl was out there drinking, without the slightest idea that the very place he was sitting in was where his wife was getting her brains fucked out.

Inside the closet, in the absolute blackness, pressed against him, Delicia began to move. At first it started as a subtle shift, her hips rubbing against his groin and stirring slowly. The slickness from their love nectar, the bare skin of her plump buttocks pressing against his thighs.

Reinhardt was still hard thanks to his [Endless Ardor] skill, and now he had to deal with this level of seduction. One could imagine how potent the mix of rushing adrenaline and the thrill of the situation was.

It was powerful enough to overwhelm the fortitude of a knight like Delicia. The latter found his cock that was pressing against the cleft of her buttocks and guided it downwards, until he reached the damn swollen folds of her vulva.

"Commander..." Delicia softly whispered. The hotness spreading out from her vagina was like a fire; it brought out a reckless, thrilling hunger from her. Add the fear, the danger of their situation, it had ignited something else in her.

Delicia arched her back, her hands grabbing his and guiding him towards her breasts, all the while rubbing her pussy against him. It was like a silent tease, a torment that threatened to destroy Reinhardt’s own restraint.

Delicia, [Endless Ardor], closet, the thrill... CRACK... the restraint crumbled. Reinhardt violently grabbed those milky peaks and kneaded them in the most delicious of manner. His hands pinched her nipples.

"Anngh... Aaahn~" The feeling was so good that Delicia let out a tiny, choked gasp, though she quickly stifled it by biting her own lip. Nevertheless, the damage was still done. The two of them could tell that on the other side of the closet, the drinking had stopped.

"What... was that?" Karl spoke in a suspicious voice. He looked around the room, trying to find the source of the noise.

"Why did it seem like the voice was familiar?"

Inside, the two were still locked in a fierce manner. The softness and fullness of Delicia’s breasts, the hot wetness of her inner thighs tightening around his cock. The situation was getting riskier and riskier.

Fortunately, another noise was made at this moment, one that came from another corner.

SQUEAK... "Tch, a rat, huh"

A rat squeaked from under the furniture, diverting the attention from them.

Seeing that it was just the rat, Karl began his carefree drinking again.

As the drinking resumed, Delicia’s boldness returned, fiercer than before. She reached behind her, her hand fumbling between their bodies. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, which was now fully, achingly hard again.

She guided him, positioning him at her entrance. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she sank back onto him. The feeling was so good that Reinhardt’s head thudded softly against the cedar wall.

The sensation was overwhelming... the tight, wet heat sheathing him completely in the pitch dark, the risky proximity of her husband just few feets away, the forbidden, thrilling secrecy of it.

While he stood still, his cock buried deep inside Delicia, the latter began to move. She rocked back and forth, slamming against his thighs with a slow, grinding speed designed for silence and deep friction.

Each tiny movement sent jolts of pure, illicit pleasure through her. She could feel the large length of this erection grind against her inner walls and hit her cervix. His hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them with a mind numbing strength as he played with her hard nipples.

"Aann... Anng... Mnnn... Uhnn, so good♥"...

The feeling was so good that Delicia dropped her head back against Reinhardt’s shoulder, her breath coming in hot, silent pants against his neck. While she did try to hide her voice, it still leaked out in the silence of the night.

Thankfully, the drunkard was far too concerned with the drink in his hand to pay any attention to anything else.

"Damn mice are loud tonight," Lying on the couch, Karl shifted uncomfortably. His voice was slurred from intoxication.

Inside the closet, the two engaged in a forbidden session, stopped for a moment, then joined again before starting the dance of pleasure once again.

It might be the season of winter. However, inside the closet with limited space and air, it was quite hot. Reinhardt could feel beads of sweat trickling down his body. It was the same for the other party, too.

In fact, the sweat made the carnal activity even more pleasurable.

"Kuh!" He groaned, feeling Delicia’s inner muscles flutter around him in a rhythmic, involuntary pulse of pleasure. Rivulets of liquid dripped down from their connected region and pooled down, a clear evidence of Delicia’s Climax.

SQUELCH... Reinhardt thrust his dick inside. He was about to begin another counselling session, when from the corner he heard footsteps, shuffling towards the cupboard. Towards them!!

Still connected, he felt Delicia’s Vaginal muscles tighten around him in fear, excitement and ruin.

Outside, the footsteps stopped right near the closet. From this distance, the two could distinctly hear Karl’s ragged, wine soured breathing. The proximity, the risk and thrill of discovery caused the two to stay still.

From the small opening of the door, they could see his dark coloured shirt and a wine bottle in his hand. Delicia’s vagina squirmed, reaching climax at that instant, and squirting a gush of liquid.

"Ain’t there something that could go along with the wine?"

Karl mumbled. He then reached out to the handle of the door and pulled it. However, to his surprise, the door didn’t open. He tried once again, but the result was the same. The door was stuck.

"Tch" Karl clicked his tongue. In reality, the door wasn’t stuck; it was grabbed onto by Reinhardt from the other side. Of course, since there was no handle to grab onto, he could only claw at the edges of it.

Thankfully, Karl did not continue pulling. The item he wanted was kept on the shelf beside the closet.

After he got what he wanted, he went back to the couch.

Hearing the footsteps moving away, Reinhardt also let go of the door and peeked outside again. Karl was sitting back on the couch, munching on some salted snacks.

Phew... Delicia sighed in relief. The reprieve was like a lightning strike. And in its wake, a surge of desperate, brazen need.

Delicia began moving again, faster now, her hips pumping against Reinahrdt with a frantic, silent intensity. The danger, the near capture, had stripped away all pretence. This was raw, primal fucking.

SQUELCH... SQUELCH... SCHLIK... Reinhardt matched her rhythm, his own hips driving up into her from behind. He kept his movements short, controlled, but deep. Each thrust buried him in her molten core.

The only sounds were the soft, wet slap of skin on skin, muffled by their bodies, and their increasingly ragged attempts to breathe quietly.

Reinhardt slid one hand down her stomach towards her clit as he rubbed her pointy little bud in circles, all the while his other hand kneaded her breasts.

"Aangh... Ahhn... Shhhn~" Delicia stifled her moans, her body went taut as a bowstring. She bit down on her lower lip to silence a scream, but climax came crashing over her in a violent, shuddering wave.

SPLASH... Her cunt convulsed around him, milking his length thoroughly. At the same time, Reinhardt also reached his own peak. The sensation of Delicia’s vagina quivering and squirting on him was enough to tear his own control to shreds.

With a final, deep, grinding thrust, he followed her over the edge. His release flooded into her, hot and pulse after pulse, as he buried his face in her hair to smother his own guttural groan.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, locked together, trembling in the aftershocks, listening and inhaling the scent of each other’s bodies.

The only other sound aside from theirs was Karl’s, who still sat obvious in the couch, pondering why the seat felt so wet and where the squeaking noises were coming from.

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Time passed by, and soon his voice faded, replaced by a deep snoring noise.

Opening the closet door slightly, the two noticed that Karl had passed out on the couch.

In the dark, Delicia turned her body, her lips finding Reinhardt’s in a desperate, silent kiss.

The kiss tasted of salt, wine, and something exciting. Her hand reached back, her fingers gently caressing the divine body of the man in front of her.

Outside the wooden closet, the fire crackled low. The man who was the husband of the woman in his arms, peacefully snored on, oblivious to everything that happened up until now.

Inside, it was a completely different world. A world of darkness and intimacy, passion and fire, sweat and scent.

That said, the night was still young, and the adventure wasn’t over...