The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 558: Chapter 558- Plans For the Future (4)

"Kuh!" Goodness! It was a titjob of devastating sensuality. She might not be good, but her voluptuous breasts and dedication made up more than for her shortcomings.

She used her hands to squeeze her breasts tighter around him, then slid them up and down his length. The friction was incredible, the softness of her skin, the firm pressure of her hold, the sight of his cock disappearing between the creamy, full mounds.

Sweat and pre-cum beaded at his length, providing a natural lubricant that made each pass smoother, more decadent.

"How about now? Do you agree?" She slowly whispered, her voice was like a devil’s temptation.

"Will you train my boy? Will you make him a knight... like you?" She increased her pace, her breasts moving in a steady, milking rhythm. It was almost like she did not want to hear no. She knew she was being selfish, but so what?

Reinhardt groaned, enjoying her service. The pleasure was a blinding, building heat that coiled around his gut, ready to erupt at any moment.

"Verdia..."

"Say it," she demanded, and then she changed tactics. She leaned down, taking the head of his cock into her mouth while still cradling the shaft with her breasts.

It was an impossible to resist, glorious sensation, the wet, sucking heat of her mouth on the crown, the soft, squeezing pressure of her bosom on the length. She bobbed her head, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing.

"Mmff... Mmmng... Unng~" Verdia continued with her blow and titjob with feverish intensity.

The dual stimulation was so good that his body started acting involuntarily. His hips strained, driving himself deeper into the warm, wet haven of Verdia’s mouth and breasts. His restraint on the building pressure also loosened, and soon, he was on the verge of ejaculation.

"Will you?" Verdia asked in confirmation, still not willing to give up. Whether it be her mouth, her tongue, or her breasts that she was moving with her hands, she continued with an unfair intensity.

"Promise me." Her voice was muffled. However, it was enough to convey her meaning.

Reinhardt resisted until the end, his expression saying that she was playing dirty. Though he understood her concern.

In the end, before the last of his reason was siphoned away by Verdia, he nodded his head.

Seeing him nod his head, a happy expression surfaced on her face. This also caused her heart to open up to him more, instinctively leading her to take more of him in.

On the other hand, the question was like an invisible restraint on him. The moment he agreed, the pressure building on his ballsack finally found an outlet and gushed out like a volcano.

Reinhardt directly ejaculated large volumes of cum on her mouth.

Gulp... Gulp... Verdia’s throat continuously moved up and down, swallowing everything. Some that she couldn’t swallow completely trickled down from the corner of her lips, slid down her body, and disappeared into her valley.

Verdia wiped the stain from the back of her hand and questioned. "So you will be coming back to Lumiose City?"

Reinhardt took a few seconds to steady his breathing. His eyes looked at the vision of beauty and cunning that was Verdia, and he sighed.

"No, it won’t be possible for me to come back anytime soon. However, if it is about Arthur’s sword training, I can guide him if you send him to my Snowpoint City".

Verdia’s eyes flickered, thinking of something, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face. From his crotch, she moved up, placing her legs around him and straddling him in one smooth motion.

"Alright, as long as you promise me, I will think of some way to send Arthur to you." Saying that, she lowered her hips and started grinding him with slow, agonising movement.

The slow rub of Verdia’s pussy against his flesh was exquisite, and the remnant of Verdia’s saliva and her own release made the lubrication even better.

Reinhardt’s cock was pinned down and repeatedly stroked by her core in an attempt to drain its vitality out. However, as a part of something that had reached the divine, how could it be so easy to make it surrender?

The battle continued with Reinhardt finding the upper hand. One of his hands glided up her soft, creamy thighs and found her clitoris, teasing and rolling it with his thumb.

SCHILK... SCHLIK... "Anng... Unng... Mmnng.." The lewd sloshing sound mixed with Verdia’s moans was like a heavenly sound soothing and relaxing to the ear.

At some unknown point, the teasing stopped, and the both of them moved on to the main dish.

With thick slimy liquid surrounding their nether region working as the lubricating agent, Reinhardt easily entered in a fluid motion.

Perhaps because she hadn’t taken him in a long time, her mouth opened wide along with her eyes, carrying the expression of surprise and joy. The folds of her vagina, as if mimicking her, also opened up completely to accommodate his great length and thickness.

Verdia slowly sank her hips down, devouring his cock inch by inch. Before long, the sight of his cock completely disappeared, now stirring her insides. Then she slowly began to move, hands pressed against his chest for support, and her ass bouncing up and down.

Verdia might not have much experience in this area. However, having seen how Miranda did it and her techniques, she quickly tried to implement it. The result was that her ass and hips moved in a graceful and seductive way.

From behind, the way his cock disappeared inside Verdia and her inner folds tightly clenching around his length, stroking and leaking pearly rivulets... it looked like an art.

Lying flat on the bed, Reinhardt slowly grunted. The sensation was like a lightning strike to his spine. She was tight, wet, hot, and perfect. The way her back arched off the bed with every motion, her cries ripping from her throat, and the overwhelming feeling of filling her, it was all irresistible.

Reinhardt grabbed Verdia’s waist and held himself deep inside her, letting her feel the utter completion of it, the way their bodies fit together after so many months apart. He made her feel the pulsing of his cock and the sheer length of it as it stayed put inside her.

The two looked at each other. Verdia was panting and squirming. As a normal person, it was normal that she would be tired a little from their intense activity. However, as she was also getting nourished by Reinhardt’s [Endless Ardor] simultaneously, her body’s upper limit was slowly rising.

After a short few seconds of mutual physical connection, the two began move again. Slow, at first, deep, grinding strokes that dragged every inch of him against her inner walls. Each withdrawal was a sweet agony, each plunge back in a homecoming.

Verdia’s nails dug into the hard muscle of his back, scoring red lines as she met his rhythm, lifting her hips to take him deeper.

The room filled with the sounds of their joining: the slap of skin, the creak of the bed, their ragged, mingled breaths, and her soft, choked moans that grew louder with every thrust.

"Aang... Ahhn... Shh...How... is he?" Verdia questioned in gasps.

SMACK... SMACK... SQUELCH...

"How is Arthur’s swordsmanship?" she clarified.

Reinhardt drove into her deep, feeling her inside quivering and releasing their restraint. Soon, a gush of liquid gushed out of her as she climaxed.

Reinhardt too was on the verge and ejaculated into her after a few more strokes, filling her womb with his hot white seed.

SPRRTTT... The volume was greater than when he unleashed it in her mouth. It completely filled her inside and started flowing out with a sloshing noise. Verdia’s body that was straddling him, jolted fiercely and succumbed on top of him.

Huff... Huff... Reinhardt felt the beauty in his embrace, the fullness of her breasts as she took deep breaths, and the warmth of her inside that he was still connected to. He stayed like that for a while before pulling out.

Pop... with nothing to plug her pussy anymore, the love nectar they just churned flowed out in droves, staining the bed wet.

Then, without waiting, he pushed Verdia to his side and pinned her down.

Reinhardt observed the sweaty, flushed sight of Verdia before him. Her now rosy skin, her voluptuous breasts, her blonde hair, mesmerising curves, long legs, delicate fingers coloured with nailpolish, navel, and shapely toes.

She was such a sight that he drowned in her, inhaling her scent and letting himself get lost in the heat of their passion.

The next second, he found her mouth and planted a deep, possessive kiss that almost stole her breath. His tongue plunged past his lips, in a bold, tasting invasion. It explored her mouth, tasting and coiling with her own tongue to ascertain her emotions for him.

At the same time, his hands, large and calloused, came up and violently kneaded those hypnotising breasts, leaving faint red hand prints.