Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 99: TUNA done

Seven settled onto Eren’s engorged cock with a slow, deliberate grace, savoring the intimate friction as his thick shaft slid deep within her once more, stretching her in a way that both thrilled and grounded her. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted her weight, her hands finding purchase on his broad chest, her fingers splaying against his warm, slightly damp skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch.

She began to move with a languid, sensual rhythm, her hips swaying gently, her inner muscles clenching and releasing around him in a slow, deliberate caress, milking every exquisite sensation, drawing out the pleasure like a precious elixir.

A low, guttural moan rumbled in her chest, a sound of deep, primal satisfaction that echoed in the dimly lit chamber, a testament to the profound connection they shared in that moment. Eren watched her from his position below, his piercing silver eyes locked intently on her face, a primal heat building within him, radiating outwards as he felt her riding him, taking control of their shared intimacy, her power evident in the subtle shifts of her weight, the deliberate tempo of her movements.

Her movements gradually deepened, her pace quickening with a subtle urgency. The soft, wet squish of their slick bodies sliding against each other intensified, a sensual counterpoint to Seven’s increasingly audible moans, each sound a testament to the escalating desire that coiled within her. "Mnn... yes... just like that..." she breathed, her head falling back, her long, dark hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall, the movement exposing the delicate curve of her neck.

The intensity of the friction was building steadily, a delicious burn that spread through her core, and she leaned forward, pressing her full breasts against his warm chest, the intimate contact further fueling the fire that raged within her, igniting a deeper, more urgent need.

Then, with a sudden surge of raw energy, Seven’s pace shifted dramatically, her languid movements transforming into something altogether more aggressive, more demanding. She rode him with a fierce, untamed intensity, her hips bucking against his with a primal urgency that spoke volumes of her escalating desire.

The wet thwack of their slick bodies colliding echoed in the chamber, a stark and undeniable testament to her newfound dominance, her control now absolute. "Uhhhnn! Fuck, Eren! Fuck me like you mean it!" she growled, her voice raw with unadulterated desire, her sharp nails digging into his taut shoulders, leaving faint crescents in his skin.

Eren’s carefully maintained control began to fray at the edges, threatening to shatter completely. The deep, insistent pressure of her riding him, combined with her aggressive demands and the intoxicating scent of her arousal, sent powerful waves of pure sensation crashing through his senses, threatening to overwhelm him. A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, the sound involuntary, primal, a raw expression of the pleasure and the subtle surrender he felt beneath her. "Seven..." he managed, his voice thick with a potent mixture of arousal and a touch of awe at her fierce dominance.

Her movements became even more frantic, her wet pussy grinding against his hard, throbbing cock with a desperate, almost frantic intensity, seeking a deeper, more profound connection. The sounds of their increasingly frenzied coupling intensified, a chaotic symphony of pure, unadulterated lust – the wet slap of skin against skin, the deep squish of their intertwined flesh, punctuated by Seven’s unrestrained moans that echoed through the chamber and Eren’s increasingly frequent and involuntary groans that rumbled deep within his chest. "Aah! Gods! You feel so impossibly good inside me, Eren! So right!" she cried out, her body slick with sweat that glistened in the dim light, her every muscle straining with the exquisite effort and the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.

Eren, now fully caught in the raging storm of sensation that Seven had unleashed, began to thrust upwards from below, meeting her aggressive rhythm with his own primal force. The pace became frenzied, a desperate, exhilarating dance of pure, unadulterated lust, their bodies moving together in a frantic rhythm that threatened to shatter the very air around them. The thwack-thwack-thwack of their slick bodies colliding echoed relentlessly in the chamber, a primal beat that drove them both relentlessly closer to the precipice of utter oblivion. Seven’s moans transformed into high-pitched cries, her body arching with each powerful thrust from below, her head thrashing against the cold stone as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations.

The friction intensified to an almost unbearable degree, the wetness between them becoming a slick, fragrant testament to their raging desire, a tangible manifestation of the fire that consumed them both. Every movement, every slide, every forceful impact sent jolts of pure, electrifying sensation through their intertwined bodies, stripping away any remaining pretense of control. Seven’s long, dark hair whipped wildly around her face, her breath coming in short, sharp, desperate gasps that mirrored his own. Eren’s groans deepened, becoming guttural sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure that resonated deep within the chamber, a primal language spoken only by their entwined flesh.

Finally, with a shuddering, drawn-out cry that echoed through the chamber, Seven’s climax hit her with the force of a physical blow, her body convulsing violently around his thick shaft, her internal muscles clenching and releasing in a frantic, rhythmic spasm that sent shockwaves through them both. Her grip on his broad shoulders tightened to an almost painful degree, her nails digging deeper into his flesh as the waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, stealing her breath and leaving her utterly vulnerable and exposed in his powerful embrace. Eren, caught in the intense throes of her release, felt his own climax building rapidly, a primal urge that threatened to shatter his remaining control. He thrust upwards one last time, his own guttural moan echoing in the dimly lit chamber as he spilled his seed deep within the very core of her being, their bodies locked together in a final, shuddering embrace.

As the intense aftershocks of their shared climax began to subside, leaving them both weak and trembling but undeniably sated, Eren reached up, his hands gently but firmly gripping Seven’s slick hips. With a slow, deliberate movement, he lifted her off his engorged cock, the wet schlick of their reluctant separation lingering in the heavy air of the chamber, a poignant reminder of their intense connection. He laid her gently beside him on the cold stone, his broad chest heaving with the effort, his powerful body still thrumming with the lingering aftershocks of their passionate and aggressive encounter. "That," he said, his voice low and husky, still thick with the remnants of his arousal, "should finally conclude the ritual."

Seven lay beside him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body slick with sweat and the fragrant evidence of their intense coupling. Her black eyes, still slightly glazed with the lingering remnants of her powerful orgasm, fixed on him with a serious, unwavering gaze that held a hint of defiance. "No," she said, her voice surprisingly firm and resolute despite her obvious physical exhaustion. "No, it doesn’t feel like it does."

Eren turned his head sharply, his piercing silver eyes meeting her intense stare, a flicker of annoyance crossing his otherwise impassive features. "Do you truly wish to satisfy your own desires," he asked, his voice edged with a sharp impatience, "or fulfill the demands of your master?"

Without waiting for her reply, his movements abrupt and dismissive, he swung his powerful legs over the side of the cold stone slab. He picked up his discarded tunic, the coarse fabric feeling alien against his still-sensitized skin, and pulled it over his head with a swift, efficient motion, his mind already focused on matters beyond their recent intimacy. As he moved towards the exit of her chamber, his thoughts were already far away.’ I have to get to Viva’.