The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 645- Eleanor’s Confession (4)

Eleanor nodded, tears escaped her eyes again, but not from pain, but out of pure emotions.

"Yes. It’s... full. I feel... you."

Reinhardt kissed the tear away. Then he pushed deeper. The final inch slowly slipped in.

Eleanor’s body opened completely, accepting his full length. Once fully inside, his pelvis met hers, his entire shaft buried inside her.

"Nnng... so... good~" Eleanor gasped, her body arching backwards, her arms tightening around him. She was filled, completely.

Reinhardt did not start moving immediately; he stayed still, buried deep, letting her feel the size and makeup of his. He let her slowly get used to it.

At the same time, he paid close attention to her face. Seeing her nervousness disappearing and only awe, and a deep, glowing pleasure, he slowly began grinding.

Eleanor’s hips made a tiny, instinctive rocking motion in response, a sign that the pain was gone and she was seeking what came next.

"You’re inside me," she whispered, her face hugging his chest.

"I am," Reinhardt simply affirmed and then slowly began moving. He withdrew slowly with a long, dragging slide that made her moan at the sensation of loss.

Then he pushed back in, just as slowly, re-filling her. Although the thrusts were slow, there was a different kind of agonising pleasure in going slow. Each withdrawal was a teasing ache. Each thrust was a return to completeness.

He did not move much, nor did he use his fancy techniques; he simply let her feel the rawness of it, letting her body learn the cadence of sex.

The response was honest and unfiltered. Eleanor’s moans matched his movements. Her hands roamed his back, his shoulders, gripping him. She began to move with him, her hips rising and falling to meet his slow thrusts.

Smack... Smack... as the sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed out, the initial strangeness melted from the atmosphere, instead turning into a rising, urgent pleasure.

Sclik... Schlik... juices slowly began to flow out from their connected region.

Reinhardt felt Eleanor’s inner walls begin to cling to him, to pull him deeper on each inward stroke.

Her slickness increased, making his movements smoother. Seeing this, he increased his pace slightly, from a slow rock to a steady and deep.

He was still careful, still gentle, but the intensity was slowly building up.

Aang... Aaahn.... Aaah...

The actress’s moans were music to the ears, and her expressions were priceless. It made Reinhardt subconsciously put in more effort.

He shifted his angle, tilting her hips slightly, and the change made her cry out.

"Aaahn! This... somehow... feels... different.... from before!"

Reinhardt found a spot that made her eyes roll back. He focused on it, each deep thrust brushing a particular inner wall.

Eleanor’s pleasure escalated rapidly now, her previous orgasm having sensitized her entire body. Her moans became louder, less controlled. She was losing herself to the sensation, and he guided her through it.

"Let it happen," he urged, near her ears, "Give yourself to it."

Eleanor coyly complied. Her body tightened around him, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. Her hands clawed at his back.

"Reinhardt... I’m... again... I’m..." She didn’t know what climax was, but she knew she was on the edge of something.

The feeling welling within her was the same when Reinhardt inserted his finger earlier but somehow different. This felt something more profound.

Seeing that Eleanor was close to cumming, he drove into her, deep and firm, hitting that perfect spot repeatedly.

He watched her face contort in ecstasy, her beautiful features painted with pure, unadulterated pleasure. He felt her inner muscles begin their rhythmic clench, the prelude to her peak.

He thrust harder, faster, the gentleness now replaced by a driving need to push her over the edge.

Of course, Reianhrdt wasn’t unaffected either. Although Eleanor was completely inexperienced, she possessed a face and body that was the erotic dream of every man.

How could he not feel it? The texture of her tight pussy, its welcoming heat, the way she clenched his cock, her honest responses, her love shining in her eyes, the juices overflowing, it was overwhelming him too.

"Come for me, Eleanor," Reinhardt groaned, slamming his cock into her pussy.

Aaahn... Nnngg... Mmnnn... Eleanor screamed. Her golden hair splayed all across the bed. At the same time, her body convulsed beneath him, her hips bucking wildly. Her inner walls gripped his shaft like a vise, milking him.

Reinhardt felt her orgasm ripple through her entire body, like a seismic event of pleasure. Even while she was reeling through the pleasure, he kept thrusting, driving her peak higher, prolonging it.

Soon, he felt his own climax nearing. The feel of her pulsing around him, the sight of her utterly conquered by pleasure, the emotional weight of her gift, it was all an emotional overload.

With a final, deep, grinding thrust, he buried himself as far as he could go and let go.

Spurrrt... sprrtt... Reinhardt’s release was a hot, surging flood inside her. He groaned with a deep, animal sound and emptied everything he had in his ballsack into her womb.

SQUELCH... SQUELCH... the lewd sounds were loud as love juices continuously dripped down their nether region.

Squelch...Reinhardt held onto Eleanor tightly, his body shuddering with each pulse of his climax. He filled her, claiming her innocence not with conquest, but with a mutual, profound giving.

For long moments, they lay locked together, both trembling in the aftermath. Eleanor’s weight was on him, and he held her tightly on his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, and his face buried on her breasts.

Eleanor was sweating and breathing raggedly. As for Reinhardt, his stamina was endless. Thought he still stopped and let the woman rest a little.

Slowly, the world returned to Eleanor. She gazed at Reinhardt lying next to her on the bed; he was still rock hard inside her.

That’s right, they were still joined.

Reinhardt just lay there, feeling her heartbeat against his chest, feeling her gentle, post-climax shivers.