Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 123: Promise from Kiran

Eren had Kiran bent over the ornate table, her naked body a smooth, pale line against the dark wood. His dick was already buried deep inside her, a promise kept. Her breasts bounced softly against the polished surface with each powerful thrust.

He didn’t hold back. His hips slammed into hers, a relentless rhythm.

SLAP! SLAP! THWACK!

The sound was raw, primal, filling the chamber. Kiran’s head was thrown back, her silver-white hair flying.

"Ahhhh! Eren! Faster! Oh, god, yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, a mix of pure pleasure and desperate release. He could feel her insides clenching around him, wet and tight, pulling him deeper with every powerful push. Her moans were long, drawn-out sounds of pure ecstasy, vibrating against his chest as he leaned in close.

He felt the tremors start in her body, a clear sign she was close to breaking again. Her muscles tensed, her back arching. He pushed harder, wanting to drive her over the edge, to strip away all her control. "You like this, Kiran? You like this raw power?" he growled, his voice rough.

Suddenly, Kiran arched back, a desperate tremor going through her. With a sharp gasp, she pulled away, her muscles squeezing his dick as it slipped out.

SQUELCH!

He felt a sudden, surprising loss as his cock came free. She turned, her eyes wide, breathless, panting hard.

"Wait!" she gasped, her voice hoarse, pulling his hands from her hips. She looked at his throbbing dick, then back at him, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes. "Let me make it go in softer. For both of us."

Before Eren could reply, she dropped to her knees, her silver hair brushing the floor. She took his dick into her hands, warm and gentle. Her eyes, amber and violet, met his for a fleeting second, a silent challenge. Then, slowly, with agonizing care, she lowered her head.

Her lips were soft, warm, and wet as they closed around his cock. Eren’s breath hitched, a low "Mmm... Kiran..." escaping his throat. She took him in slowly, deeply, her mouth a hot, moist heaven. Her tongue flickered, teasing the head of his dick, then swirling around the shaft. She began to work him, a slow, deliberate suction that sent shivers down his spine.

As she sucked, her hands moved. One hand held his dick firm, her fingers expertly tracing the length of it. Her other hand reached lower, finding his balls. She began to rub them, gently at first, then with more purpose, her thumb brushing over the sensitive skin, teasing and pleasing.

"Uhh... ahh... god, Kiran," Eren groaned, his head tilting back, eyes closing in pure bliss. The feeling was incredible, the combination of her hot mouth, her expert tongue, and the soft, insistent rubbing of his balls was almost too much. She pulled back slightly, then plunged deeper, her throat working in a practiced rhythm.

"You like this, Veilwalker?" she purred, her voice muffled but clear, her tongue still dancing on his cock. "Such a powerful dick... tastes so good. And these... these two things are so sensitive." She squeezed his balls gently, making him twitch.

She was relentless, her mouth a hot, demanding vacuum around him. She knew exactly what she was doing, teasing, tormenting, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. She pulled back, then plunged again, her pace quickening, her tongue swirling around his dick. He could feel the pressure building, the glorious ache in his groin. He gripped her hair, not to stop her, but to hold on, to anchor himself in the storm of sensation.

"Ohh... Kiran... don’t... don’t stop," he begged, his voice thick with raw desire. She sucked harder, faster, pulling him deeper into her mouth, making him rock on his feet. Her lips tightened, creating a delicious suction that made his hips involuntarily buck forward. Each pull sent a fresh wave of raw sensation through his body, making his muscles clench and release. The sounds of her mouth on him were wet, greedy, utterly maddening.

She continued, a wild hunger in her eyes that never left his. She was devouring him, taking him completely, and he was helpless to do anything but moan and push deeper into her mouth. He could feel the edge getting closer, the exquisite tension building to an unbearable point.

"Mmmph! Ahhh!" Eren cried out, his legs shaking violently. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up just enough to pull his dick free.

POP!

His breath came in ragged gasps, his cock slick and throbbing, painfully full.

Kiran looked up at him, her lips glistening, a triumphant smirk on her face. "So close, Veilwalker," she whispered, her voice husky. "But not yet. Not without a proper reward for my efforts."

She slowly stood, her bare body moving with a fluid grace, and turned around, bending over the table again, her hands bracing against the dark wood. Her rear was perfectly presented, her pussy wet and open, glistening invitingly. She looked back at him over her shoulder, a challenging, knowing glint in her mismatched eyes.

"If you satisfied me well, Veilwalker," Kiran purred, her voice a low, husky promise, "I will allow you to talk to Viva." She shifted her hips, offering herself fully.

Eren’s eyes widened slightly, then a slow, powerful smile spread across his face. "Very well then," he rumbled, his voice deep with renewed purpose. He leaned down, his dick already pointing at her. "Let’s make sure I satisfy you completely." He positioned himself, ready to plunge back in. "This time, we finish what we started. Every last drop."

He reached out, his hands grasping her hips firmly, pulling her back against him. His dick, still pulsing from her skillful mouth, nudged at her wet opening. He looked into her eyes over her shoulder, a silent question passing between them. A nod from Kiran was all the answer he needed.

He pushed forward, slowly at first, letting the tip of his cock slide inside. Kiran gasped, her body tensing then relaxing around him. He felt the familiar warmth, the tight wetness enveloping him. He pushed deeper, centimeter by centimeter, until he was fully buried inside her.

"Ohh... Eren... yes," she moaned, a low, drawn-out sound that vibrated through him. Her hands gripped the table harder, her knuckles turning white.

He started to move, a slow, powerful thrust, then another. He watched her body, the way her hips rolled with each movement, the way her breasts bounced gently against the table. He could feel her insides clenching around him, already responding to his deep penetration.

"Faster," she whispered, a desperate plea.

He obeyed, picking up the pace, his hips slamming into her with renewed force.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The sounds filled the room, loud and rhythmic. Kiran’s head arched back, her hair flying, her screams echoing. "Ahh! Oh, god, Eren! Harder! Don’t stop!" Her voice was raw, a mix of pure pleasure and raw need.

He gripped her hips tighter, driving into her with a fierce, brutal pace. He felt her wetness pouring out, splashing against his thighs, soaking the table beneath them. The scent of their bodies, hot and musky, filled his senses. He drove into her, feeling her muscles tighten, her body trembling on the edge of another climax.

"You’re mine, Kiran," he growled, his voice deep and rough, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. "Mine to break, mine to pleasure."

Her cries grew louder, a desperate litany of his name, mixed with pleas and commands. "Eren! Oh, god! YES! There! Deeper!"

He was relentless, pumping into her with furious energy. Her body was shaking, her legs starting to tremble under the strain. He could feel her building towards another release, a powerful wave gathering deep inside her.

He kept driving, his movements quick and powerful, feeling the waves building. Kiran was crying out, a continuous stream of breathless moans and sharp yelps of pure bliss. He could feel her muscles contracting around him, pulling him in, squeezing him with intense force. The table was rattling with their force, the air in the room charged with their combined heat.

"Yes! Yes! Eren! Ahhhh!" Her voice climbed higher and higher, a desperate, beautiful sound of someone pushed to their very limit. He felt the pure, unburdened force of her orgasm wash over him, her body convulsing, squeezing him with an exquisite rhythm. Her nails dug into the table’s edge, leaving faint marks in the dark wood.

He gritted his teeth, riding her climax, feeling his own body tightening, pulled relentlessly towards his own release. He slammed into her one last time, emptying himself deep inside her, his body shuddering with powerful, deep spasms. He held her tight against him, both of them panting, spent.

Slowly, Eren pulled back his movements, letting the waves of pleasure recede. He kept his dick buried deep inside her, the warmth and wetness still surrounding him. He stayed connected, feeling her soft shudders as she slowly came down from her peak. The room was quieter now, filled only with their heavy breaths and the lingering scent of their passion.

He eased out of her, the wet sound of his dick leaving her pussy soft in the silence. He straightened, holding her by her waist. Kiran was still bent over the table, her body limp, exhausted but glowing. Her silver hair fell around her face, clinging to her damp skin. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, a deep satisfaction etched into her features.

He gently turned her around, pulling her upright until she faced him, her body swaying slightly. He held her close, feeling the warmth radiating from her. Her eyes met his, a soft, almost vulnerable look replacing the wildness.

"You fulfilled your part, Veilwalker," Kiran purred, her voice husky, a soft tremor running through her. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "And I... I always keep my promises." She stepped back, giving him a full view of her, then, with a fluid movement, turned, presenting her rear to him. She bent slightly, curving her back, her pussy glistening, framed perfectly by her pale thighs. It was an open, beautiful invitation in a doggy style.

She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes shimmering with satisfaction and a new, softer mischief. "If you satisfied me well," she repeated, her voice a low, throaty whisper, "I will allow you to talk to Viva."

Eren’s lips curved into a wide, triumphant smile. "Very well then."