Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 98: Seven Turn

The fragile remnants of control that Seven had attempted to regain shattered completely as Eren’s pace accelerated. His hips slammed against hers with a renewed ferocity, each thrust a deep, insistent invasion that resonated through her very core.

A wet, forceful thwack echoed in the dimly lit chamber, the primal sound a stark testament to the raw desire that now consumed them both, a desire that hung heavy and intoxicating in the humid air of the chamber.

Seven’s head snapped back against the cold, unforgiving stone, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps that hitched with each forceful entry. "Aah! Eren!" she cried out, her voice raw and unrestrained, the sound a mixture of pure, unadulterated pleasure and a delicious, intoxicating surrender to his dominance.

He pounded into her with an unyielding rhythm, his movements becoming a relentless assault on her senses, each thrust driving him deeper, further into her yielding flesh. The rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack of his engorged cock repeatedly slamming into her depths filled the air, a primal drumbeat that propelled them both closer and closer to the precipice of oblivion, a rhythm that echoed the frantic beating of their hearts. With each forceful entry, a distinct, wet schluuurp resonated through the chamber, the unmistakable sound of their slick bodies merging and separating with increasing intensity, a visceral testament to the depth of their entwined passion.

Seven’s moans escalated, each one a more fervent, unrestrained expression of her unraveling control, a symphony of pure, unadulterated lust that filled the dimly lit space. "Uhhhnn! Gods! Yes! Deeper!" she gasped, her hands now clawing at his broad shoulders, her sharp nails digging into his taut muscles as she desperately clung to him, seeking purchase in the storm of sensation he unleashed within her.

He drove into her, deeper and faster, his focus solely on the exquisite friction, the intoxicating feel of her tight, hot embrace enveloping his engorged member. The wet squish and slap of their joined bodies became a continuous soundtrack to their frenzied dance, a primal symphony of pure, unadulterated lust that echoed the ancient rhythms of desire. Seven’s body responded with an equal intensity, her hips bucking against his with an instinctive, desperate rhythm, her internal muscles clenching and releasing in a frantic, involuntary spasm that sent shivers of pure pleasure through them both. "Mnnngh! Harder! Please! Don’t stop! I need..." she begged, her words fragmented and driven by the overwhelming sensations that consumed her entirely, stripping away any semblance of control she might have once possessed.

Each powerful thrust was accompanied by a distinct, wet thunk as his full length buried itself deep within her slick depths, followed by a slick slide as he withdrew only to plunge back in with renewed vigor, each movement a deliberate act of possession. The sounds of their frantic coupling filled the chamber, a visceral testament to the raw, primal energy that surged between them, binding them together in a tapestry of sweat, moans, and the unmistakable sounds of their intertwined flesh. Seven’s cries became more guttural, more animalistic, her carefully constructed composure completely abandoned as she surrendered fully to the overwhelming tide of sensation. "Aaaah! Sweet! Burning! It’s too much! But please, for the gods, don’t ever stop!" she wailed, her body arching and convulsing with each forceful entry, every nerve ending screaming with a pleasure that bordered on exquisite agony.

He continued his relentless assault, his movements fueled by her unrestrained cries and the intoxicating feel of her body yielding so completely to his dominant rhythm. He subtly varied the angle and depth of his thrusts, relentlessly seeking out the most sensitive points within her, eliciting even more fervent moans, desperate gasps, and involuntary whimpers that tore from her throat. "Uhhhnnn! Right there! Oh, sweet gods! You feel... like nothing else..." she choked out, unable to fully articulate the overwhelming sensations that ripped through her, each thrust stealing her breath and tightening the coil of desire within her core. The wet slish-slish-slish of their friction intensified, a palpable sign of their escalating passion, a visceral language spoken only by their entwined bodies.

Driven by the frantic rhythm of their movements and Seven’s increasingly desperate pleas, Eren’s pace intensified further, his own control teetering on the brink. His thrusts became shorter, faster, a relentless barrage that pushed her closer and closer to the precipice of utter release, each rapid movement a step further into the abyss of pure sensation. The rapid thwack-thwack-thwack was now almost continuous, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the chamber, punctuated only by Seven’s sharp, panting breaths and high-pitched cries that echoed her imminent surrender. "Eren! Eren! I’m... I’m so close... I can feel it...!" she gasped, her body trembling violently, every muscle taut with anticipation.

Just as the tremors wracking her body reached their peak, and Eren felt the unmistakable signs of her imminent release, the frantic, involuntary clenching of her internal muscles gripping his shaft with an almost painful intensity, a primal surge of possessive energy coursed through him, demanding complete and utter union. With a final, powerful thrust that buried him deep within her, reaching the very depths of her being, he stilled, holding her captive in his trembling embrace as her climax washed over her in shuddering, uncontrollable waves that wracked her entire frame.

Seven cried out, a raw, primal sound of pure release, her body convulsing around his thick shaft, her internal muscles clenching and releasing with a fierce, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of his own heart. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her head thrashing against the cold stone as the overwhelming waves of pleasure washed over her, stealing her senses and leaving her utterly vulnerable in his arms. Eren held her tightly, savoring the feel of her complete surrender, the frantic pulsing of her inner walls against his engorged cock, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling his nostrils.

As the intense aftershocks of her orgasm began to subside, leaving her weak and trembling but undeniably sated, Seven, still slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion, pushed against his broad chest. With a surprising surge of strength, fueled by the lingering aftershocks of her release and a newfound, assertive energy, she slowly shifted her weight. Deliberately, with a sensual grace that belied her earlier abandon, she maneuvered herself until she was straddling his hips, her still-pulsating, incredibly sensitive pussy now positioned directly above his hard, throbbing cock, the very source of her recent ecstasy.

She looked down at him, her black eyes still glazed with the intoxicating remnants of her pleasure, a triumphant glint flickering within their dark depths, a silent declaration of a shift in their dynamic. With a slow, deliberate, and undeniably sensual smile spreading across her swollen, glistening lips, she reached down, her trembling fingers gently guiding his thick, insistent shaft to the wet, welcoming entrance of her desire.

Then, with a soft sigh of mingled anticipation and satisfaction, she slowly, deliberately, lowered herself onto him, taking him fully inside once more, the wet sluuurp of their reconnection echoing in the charged air of the chamber as she settled onto him, now in complete and utter control of their shared intimacy.