Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 97: Not yet seven!!!

The stillness that had momentarily descended between them fractured with the renewed friction of Eren’s movements. His hips began to rock against Seven’s with a deliberate, measured rhythm, each thrust a slow, sensual exploration.

A soft, wet squish punctuated their union, the sound intimately carnal, a testament to the slick heat that bound them together. Seven’s breath hitched, the languor of her recent climax giving way to a fresh wave of desire that rippled through her frame. "Mnn... more..." she murmured, her voice a low, throaty invitation.

He continued this unhurried pace, each movement a deepening of their connection, allowing her to fully assimilate his presence within her. The gentle slurp as their bodies met and reluctantly parted was a primal rhythm, a slow burn that ignited a deeper fire within them both. Seven’s hands, initially passive on the cool stone, now found purchase on his hips, her fingers flexing and unflexing as she instinctively sought to control the pace, to draw him deeper. "Uhhh..." she sighed, the sound drawn out, laced with an increasing urgency that mirrored his own burgeoning need.

Then, the tempo shifted without warning. Eren’s deliberate movements gave way to a more urgent rhythm, his thrusts becoming deeper, more insistent. The wet thwack of his cock impacting her depths resonated in the confined space, a stark declaration of his possessive desire.

Seven’s head lolled back against the unyielding stone, the carefully constructed walls of her composure beginning to crumble under the onslaught of sensation. "Aah!" she cried out, the sound sharp and involuntary, her body arching off the stone, seeking a deeper purchase, a more profound connection with his forceful advance.

He pounded into her with a relentless drive, his movements a primal assault on her senses. The rhythmic slap of their slick bodies colliding mingled with Seven’s increasingly frantic moans, a chaotic symphony of raw desire. "Eren...!" she gasped, his name a broken plea on her lips, her control hanging precariously by a thread. Her legs, which had trembled before, now shook with violent intensity, her heels digging into the cold stone as if anchoring herself against the overwhelming tide of sensation.

Just as suddenly as he had escalated the pace, Eren shifted back to a slower, more deliberate rhythm. The deep, forceful thrusts transitioned into languid, sensual explorations, each movement a deliberate tease.

The wet schlick of his withdrawal and reentry was a stark contrast to the earlier violence, yet it held its own potent intensity, drawing out the exquisite tension within her. Seven’s breathing remained ragged and uneven, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of his rapid assault, now anticipating the next surge. "Sweet... burning... ache..." she whimpered, her grip on his hips tightening and loosening in a desperate counterpoint to his measured strokes.

He continued this tantalizing push and pull, a deliberate dance between slow, deep intimacy and rapid, forceful possession. Each change in pace sent a fresh wave of intense sensations through Seven, keeping her teetering on the precipice of release, her senses heightened to an almost unbearable degree.

Her moans became a continuous, involuntary soundtrack to their union, a raw and untamed expression of pleasure, desperation, and a complete surrender to the moment. "Mnnngh... deeper... no, wait... feel it... slower..." she pleaded, her words fragmented, driven by the pure, visceral sensations that consumed her.

The wet sounds of their coupling intensified, the deep thunk as he buried himself fully within her, the soft slide as he withdrew, the insistent squish as they connected once more, each sound amplifying the raw intimacy of their act.

Seven’s body responded with an equal ferocity, her hips bucking against his with an instinctive rhythm, her internal muscles clenching and releasing in a frantic, desperate embrace. "Gods... Eren... the way you..." she gasped, unable to fully articulate the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her, each thrust stealing her breath.

He continued his rhythmic assault, his focus narrowed to the woman beneath him, to the sounds of her escalating pleasure, the feel of her body yielding so completely to his.

He subtly varied the depth and angle of his thrusts, seeking out the most sensitive points within her, eliciting even more fervent cries and whimpers. "Uhhhnnn... right there... hold... please, don’t stop..." she begged, her voice hoarse and thick with unshed tears of pure sensation.

The pace quickened once more, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding, driven by his own escalating desire and the undeniable signs of her impending release.

The thwack-thwack-thwack of their slick bodies colliding echoed in the confined space, a primal beat that propelled them both closer to the edge of oblivion. Seven’s cries became louder, more unrestrained, her body arching and convulsing with each forceful entry, her nails digging crescents into his back. "Aaaah! Sweet... unbearable... yes...!" she cried out, her carefully constructed control finally shattering into a million exquisite pieces.

Just as Eren felt the unmistakable signs of her imminent climax, the frantic, involuntary clenching of her internal muscles gripping his shaft with increasing intensity, Seven abruptly began to withdraw. She pushed against his chest, her hands slick with sweat and trembling violently, attempting to break the intense connection that bound them.

"No... wait... I..." she gasped, her eyes wide with a sudden, desperate urgency, a flicker of something unreadable within their depths.

But Eren’s desire had reached its own fever pitch, fueled by the sight and sound of her unraveling. His hands, which had been gripping her hips, now tightened with a fierce, possessive strength, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist. With a low, guttural growl that rumbled deep within his chest, he halted her retreat, his powerful muscles locking her firmly in place. "Not yet, Seven," he commanded, his voice a raw, possessive whisper against her ear.

"You are mine, and you are not going anywhere." He then resumed his relentless rhythm, his deep, forceful thrusts ensuring she remained completely impaled, their bodies locked together in a desperate, primal embrace, their shared climax hanging heavy in the charged air.