Soon, liquid squirted out of her as she reached the peak of pleasure.
Reinhardt’s own release wasn’t far. Thanks to the tightness of her pussy, he felt his climax building, releasing a blinding white hot semen into her womb.
Huff... Huff... Minerva huffed, traces of sweat glistened around her already sexy body, adding a touch of raw sexuality further. Her mesmerising breasts that fell up and down and her eyes that only had within their depths.
The scene was so impactful that it hardened his cock once again.
For a second or two, their mingled breathing was the only sound inside the chamber. No, there was one other sound, the soft, regular breathing of the sleeping king.
Minerva’s hands reached up, stroking his wide chest, abs and biceps. Her touch was gentle and filled with a cat like whimsyness as she pinched his nipples and clawed him.
"You are quite good, my knight. I can see why so many women are infatuated with you. Such a magnificent weapon," she teased, drawing circles on his chest.
Then suddenly, her pink eyes glowed with pure passion. "The night is still young, and making me surrender... won’t be easy. I wonder... do you have the stamina to win a true victory?"
At those words, Reinhardt smiled. His divine trait [Endless Ardor]
That said, the Queen spoke her words, and her challenge hung in the air, thick as the scent of their sex. She was telling him that the battle on the table was just the prelude, a small skirmish in the long war to come.
Reinhardt’s cock, that was thrumming from the release, hardened like a rock. A new, deeper hunger ignited within him, fanned by her taunting gaze.
True victory? He would have it no matter what. And so, he answered her by scooping her from the table, pressing the soft curves of her naked body against his rugged frame.
Reinhardt’s sudden and impulsive action took the woman by surprise. She gasped, a sound of shock that quickly melted into a low, approving hum. Her arms snaked around his neck, and her pink eyes gazed at him with anticipation.
Reinhardt carried her to the enormous kingly bed where the King lay in slumber and lay her down on the edge of the bed. The audacity, the profound taboo, of doing something that he never would, sent a jolt of lust and excitement straight to his already stirring cock.
Minerva shifted her gaze to the King sleeping peacefully. It lingered on him for a second before returning to Reinhardt.
"Don’t worry, he is in a deep sleep. No matter what we do here, he won’t even get a whiff of it. Besides, my other half has never considered him her husband, nor did she allow him to touch her". She explained with a consoling smile.
Reinhardt didn’t speak. While he convinced himself that his actions were necessary to bring the queen back, there was a part of him that was indeed happy after hearing Minerva’s words.
Who wouldn’t want a woman as beautiful as the Queen to be theirs and theirs alone? Besides, he had already taken a divine oath; as such, the queen precedes even his duty as a knight.
Without further words, he climbed onto the bed. Under the dim light of the ceiling crystals, his large frame cast a shadow over the beguiling body of the Queen.
His body, carved of pure muscles and 200% manliness, was a sight to see. Then there was his manhood that was hard, erect and eager to join with her.
He positioned himself, the head of his cock rubbed against her slick, plump entrance, teasing and agonising her.
"Come!" She urged spreading her legs and hooking them over his shoulders, looking just like a divine offering for the gods.
The scene was so devastatingly powerful that even Reinhardt, with his divine level of fortitude, was dazed for a second.
The temptation was overpowering. However, he did not give in to it and instead continued to gruellingly tease her lower lips and clitoris. His hands, extended forward, kneading those heavenly doughs.
Their great shape, size and softness were so mind blowingly great that one could just get lost in it. Reinhardt brought his face near and started sucking on those jugs. The suction of his mouth was powerful but gentle, evoking sonorous cries from Minerva.
"A-Ahhnn~... Nothing would come out even if you suck them hard".
He did not care; her breasts were just so mesmerising that he couldn’t leave them alone. His tongue coiled around her perk nipples, nibbling and tasting them while his hands kneaded them into wonderful shapes.
Reinhardt pulled and played with her breasts. Of course, he did not forget to grind his cock against her entrance, which was already slicked with a white slurry and was ready for him.
Seeing Minerva’s eyes turn pleading, he finally stopped teasing and entered through her entrance. This angle was different. With her locking her legs around his shoulders, he was able to go deeper, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, relentless motion.
"Aaaah... Uhnn♥"
Minerva’s gasp was sharp, her back arched, her fingers clutching fistfuls of the bedspread on either side of the King’s still form.
Reinhardt went on her hard from the start. Now that she was no longer chaste, there was no reason for him to go slow.
CREAK... CREAK... Every thrust and plunge rocked the entire massive bedframe. The wooden posts groaned in protest, and the King’s body shifted slightly with the motion, his shoulder brushing against the Queen’s outstretched arm.
That said, even with them engaging in such activity, his breathing remained deep and even, a steady counter rhythm to the erotic beat of their slapping flesh.
SMACK... SMACK... Maybe it was because of the natural seductive disposition of the body or her demon half, but god it felt extremely good inside her.
She was hot, tight and slimy, clenching around him, milking him with every stroke.