Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 60: Deliberate intent

Eren’s breath brushed against Maria’s collarbone as he rose, his body still pressed flush to hers. The ritual had left a glow in his eyes, soft now—yet far from dim. His hands roamed again, slower this time, reverent. As if learning her anew.

She watched him, chest rising and falling, body trembling faintly beneath the aftershocks of awakened magic. Her voice was hushed. "You’re still holding back."

Eren didn’t answer. He simply moved.

One arm hooked beneath her thighs, the other behind her back. With unhurried grace, he lifted her—his strength effortless. Maria gasped softly, arms slipping around his neck, as he carried her across the chamber.

He stopped at the edge of the stone table.

It had once held sacred offerings. Now it would hold something far more precious.

He set her down carefully, her back against the cool slab. She shivered as her skin met stone, but Eren’s hands were already there, chasing away the chill. He leaned over her, pressing kisses down her belly, each one slow and hot as brand-iron.

"I want to feel every part of you," he murmured, voice husky with restraint. "Not just with touch. With intent."

His fingers slid between her thighs again, parting them. Maria opened to him willingly, breath catching as he sank to his knees at the edge of the table.

His mouth found her once more—unhurried, patient.

He licked in slow strokes, tongue dipping, curling, teasing. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her open as he tasted her like nectar, as though each motion were a vow.

Maria’s head fell back, a moan slipping free like wind over silk. "Uhh~" Her hands found his hair again, tangling in the strands, guiding him closer as she quivered beneath the rising tide of sensation.

When he felt her tremble, nearing that edge again, Eren slowed. He pressed one lingering kiss against her most sensitive spot and rose, lips slick, eyes dark.

Without a word, he reached down and stroked his dick once, then guided its length to her pussy.

But he didn’t push in. Not yet.

Maria whimpered, hips shifting, silently asking for him.

He smiled—barely. "Not until you look at me."

Her eyes opened, locking with his.

Only then did he begin to enter her.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Sheathing himself inch by inch, until he was buried fully, his breath shuddering against her neck. Squelch went their slick flesh as they connected.

They stayed like that—joined, unmoving—for a heartbeat that stretched into eternity.

Then Eren began to move.

His hips rolled with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Deep strokes. Full. Controlled. Each one pulled a soft moan from her lips, "Uhh~", her body arching slightly off the table to meet him. Thwap... thwap... went their bodies.

Their breaths mingled.

Their rhythm, at first, was like a song only they could hear—timeless, precise. Eren’s gaze never left hers, his eyes dark with desire, but focused. Grounded. As though this moment mattered more than any spell, any ritual, any war.

Then—he changed.

The strokes quickened.

Deeper.

Sharper.

The stone beneath them groaned faintly as he drove his dick into her pussy with sudden urgency. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting them higher, angling her ass for deeper access. Maria cried out, head tossing back, body arching as he filled her over and over, harder now. "Uhh~ uhh~" Thwap thwap thwap!

His control unraveled in waves—just enough to make her body sing.

"Eren—" she gasped, reaching for him, nails scraping his back as his thrusts grew erratic. Hungry. Nearing something primal.

And then—he stopped.

Just like that.

No warning.

He was still inside her, breath laboured, forehead pressed to hers. Maria panted beneath him, wide-eyed, flushed from the sudden loss of motion.

Her voice was tremulous. "Why—"

He placed a finger against her lips.

"Because I want this to last."

Silence hung between them, thick with heat and tension. His thumb brushed her cheek, then her bottom lip. His touch was gentle, but his eyes burned.

Still inside her, he held himself steady, savoring the moment. The fullness. The closeness.

"I’m going to lift you now," he whispered, brushing a kiss to her temple. "But not to stop. Just to change."

Maria nodded faintly, lost to his voice, his body, the sacred way he moved.

His arms slipped under her once more—strong, certain.

And just as he began to lift her from the stone, her body still joined with his, the chamber hummed again with energy. Squelch.

The magic of their connection vibrated through them both, a momentary pause in time where everything seemed to hold its breath. Their eyes met in understanding—they felt it too, the power they were creating between them.

Maria barely had time to process the sensation before Eren’s hands were on her again—rougher now, more sure. He turned her gently, lifting her by the waist and setting her atop the wide oak table that sat in the center of the chamber. It creaked faintly beneath her, old and polished, a relic of some other world—but it held.

Eren stepped between her thighs, palms sliding up the backs of her legs, urging her forward until she perched right at the edge. Her breath hitched as his hands gripped her hips, thumbs brushing over bone, grounding her. His gaze locked with hers—intense, unrelenting.

He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her throat, then lower—between her breasts, down her stomach—before standing upright again, his body flush against hers.

And then—

He entered her again.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Maria gasped, lips parting as he filled her pussy inch by aching inch. Her hands clutched at the edges of the table, knuckles white. It was deeper this way—angled just right. Her body opened around him, welcoming him in, the stretch both overwhelming and addictive. Squelch.

Eren didn’t move at first. He held still inside her, letting her feel it—feel him. The connection. The fire coiled in her belly.

Then he began to move.

Long, deep strokes—each one precise, almost reverent. Maria’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels pressing into the small of his back, anchoring him to her. "Uhh~" Thwap... thwap...

His hips rocked slowly. Again. And again.

Each time he withdrew his dick, he left her gasping—wanting. Each time he returned to her pussy, he sent tremors through her spine. Squelch... squelch...

He was taking his time now. Worshipping. Etching his presence into every part of her soul.

Maria could hardly think. Her hands found his shoulders, then his arms, nails dragging across muscle and vein. The heat built again—faster this time. Fiercer.

And then, without warning, Eren’s pace shifted.

He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her flush against him as he began to thrust faster—more urgent. The wet sounds of their union filled the room, echoing off stone and shadow. Squelch squelch squelch!

Maria cried out, back arching, head tilted to the ceiling. "Uhh! Uhh!" Her body met each stroke greedily, taking him in again and again. The table groaned beneath them, wood protesting the rhythm. Thwap thwap thwap!

His breath grew heavier. His eyes never left hers.

And then—

He stopped.

Abruptly.

His hips stilled.

Maria let out a soft, startled sound, still half-writhing, her legs trembling. Her body throbbed with unsatisfied heat. She looked at him, dazed, lips parted in a silent question.

But Eren only smiled—slow, knowing. A cruel kind of tease in his gaze, though his hands were gentle as they slid up her back.

"I’m not done," he murmured.

And with that, he leaned down, kissing her slowly—deeply—before lifting her off the table like she weighed nothing at all.

Her body curled against his as he carried her, bare and glowing, through the chamber.

The candlelight flickered wildly.

Eren’s arms wrapped beneath Maria’s thighs and back, lifting her easily. She gasped, clinging to his neck, her body still pulsing from the brutal tease he’d left simmering inside her. "Uhh~"

He carried her like a possession—like a prize.

Across the chamber he went, stepping into the spill of moonlight streaming from a tall, arched window. The shadows carved along the lean muscle of his back, flickering over her breasts, her belly, where sweat made her glisten.

Then he stopped.

With her back now against the cold stone wall beside the window, he adjusted her in his grip—one hand bracing beneath her lower back, the other cradling her thigh.

He lined his dick up again with her pussy.

And thrust into her—hard. Squelch!

Maria screamed.

Her head fell back, mouth open as her body convulsed with the sudden, brutal stretch. She gripped him tighter, fingernails digging into his shoulder. Eren groaned low in his throat, like her cry set something wild loose in him.

And then he moved.

Fast.

Relentless.

Fucking her while holding her up, arms flexing with each deep, savage thrust. Her body bounced with every movement, his hips slamming into her ass with punishing rhythm. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Thwack thwack thwack!

Just scream.

Scream his name again and again, as her back arched and her thighs trembled around him. "Eren! Uhh! Eren!"

He leaned forward, biting into her shoulder as he drove his dick into her pussy faster—merciless. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the chamber, a filthy, fevered rhythm. Thwack thwack thwack! Maria clung to him, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the sheer intensity of it all.

"Eren—" she sobbed, but he didn’t stop.

"Eren—please—!"

Still, he fucked her. Harder. Thwack thwack thwack!

Until her voice broke into a shattered moan. "Uhh... uhh..."

Until her body clenched tight around him and her first climax of their standing union hit like lightning—violent and uncontrollable. Her cries echoed off the high stone walls. "UHH! UHH! UHH!"

Still, he didn’t stop. Thwack thwack thwack!

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Outside the chamber...

A young guide, dressed in Ashen Guard robes, paused at the base of the stairwell that led to the temple’s highest room. She squinted upward, frowning.

The flames in the sconces flickered oddly. The air felt... warmer than it should’ve.

And she could’ve sworn she just heard screaming.

The guide tilted her head. Listened. Silence followed.

Then—another muffled cry. Gasping. Guttural. A man’s growl.

The girl paled slightly. Clutched her scroll to her chest.

"I... hope Commander Maria’s alright," she muttered, before hurrying back down the hall—feet moving a little faster than before.

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Back in the chamber...

Maria was begging.

Her voice cracked with it, desperate and shaking as Eren thrust his dick into her pussy again. Squelch! Thwack!

"Eren... please—"

He growled into her ear, "Tell me to stop."

Her lip quivered.

He slammed into her again, and again, her back pressing harder against the cold stone wall, one leg hooked over his arm, the other dangling, limp with pleasure. Squelch! Thwack! Squelch! Thwack!

"I—can’t—take it," she whispered, clinging to him like a lifeline.

But Eren didn’t stop. Thwack thwack thwack!

He watched her unravel. Listened to the way her cries became breathless sobs, her body twitching, oversensitive. Her second climax against the wall came hard and fast—shaking her to the core, stealing the strength from her limbs. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Then finally—

Finally—

He slowed. Thwap... thwap...

His hips rolled against hers one last time, deep and slow. Squelch...

And then she felt him pulse inside her pussy, groaning darkly as he came—hot, thick, deep. Filling her to the brim.

They stayed like that for a moment—his body pressed tight against hers, her lips trembling against his neck, both of them breathing hard.

Maria’s head fell forward against his shoulder, hair clinging to her damp skin.

"I should..." she whispered hoarsely, voice raw, "I should return to my chamber."

Eren kissed her collarbone, then her shoulder.

"After I carry you there myself," he murmured, "You won’t be able to walk."