The Devouring Knight-Chapter 373 - 372: Vaenyra’s Claim

"Don't hold back," she said, her voice husky, her eyes locked on his, daring him to unleash his full desire.

He almost lost control at how beautiful she looked, her face flushed with desire, and the incredible feeling of her body wrapped around his.

"You feel so good inside," he couldn't help but mutter, his voice rough with passion.

He didn't know if it was an elf thing, a unique trait of her race, but she and Aurelya both possessed an incredible tightness that drove him wild.

Then he started to move, setting a steady, deliberate pace, allowing her to adjust to the rhythm. As he felt her slowly relax and open up to him, he cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs circling her nipples, and quickened his rhythm, pushing deeper with each thrust.

"Pak, pak, pak," the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room as his rod slid in and out of her, stretching her, filling her completely.

"Ah, ah, ah," they both moaned together, their voices blending in a symphony of pleasure. He lowered his head and suckled on her nipples, teasing them with his mouth, drawing out her moans.

Her moans echoed in his ears, driving him closer to the edge. He looked at her, her eyes glazed with desire, then kissed her deeply, his tongue mirroring the rhythm of his thrusts, his movements becoming harder and more demanding.

"Is that all you've got, husband? Come on, rougher," she challenged him, her voice laced with a playful dominance that ignited his senses.

He didn't hold back anymore, abandoning all restraint and moving harder and faster, giving her what she wanted. Their bodies slapped together, creating a wild, primal sound that echoed in the room. He felt his semen building, coiling tight in his loins, ready to burst.

"Coming!" he gasped, his body trembling with the force of his impending climax.

"Come inside me, husband," she urged, her nails digging into his back, her body arching to meet his every thrust. He fucked her harder, biting her earlobe, a possessive mark, as he drove deeper and deeper, pushing them both to the brink of ecstasy.

"Pak, pak, pak," the sounds of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that drove them both wild.

Vaenyra cried out as he nipped at her ear, a sharp, delicious pain that sent shivers down her spine.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly, her legs locking around his waist, pulling him even deeper as he erupted inside her, flooding her with his seed.

They both reached their peak together, a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Ahhh," she cried, her body trembling uncontrollably as his essence filled her womb, every cell in her body vibrating with pleasure. She felt completely claimed, utterly his.

As they pulled apart slightly, gasping for breath, he saw her eyes glazed over with a satisfied haze, but even in her post-orgasmic state, the desire still burned strong.

"More," she demanded, her voice a husky whisper that sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

He was more than happy to grant her wish, eager to explore the depths of her desire. Still joined together, he turned her around, supporting her weight as he held her hands, lifting her slightly, giving him better access.

Then the drilling began, his thrusts deep and relentless, each stroke designed to bring her to the edge again and again.

He continued to explore her body, discovering new ways to pleasure her. He turned her around, holding her hips as he took her from behind, her hands gripping the sheets as she arched her back, giving him complete access.

He lifted her onto the edge of the bed, her legs dangling freely as he drove into her, the angle intensifying the sensation.

Vaenyra, even in bed, possessed a fierce competitive spirit, meeting his every thrust with a wild abandon that both surprised and aroused him. Her stamina seemed truly endless, surpassing even Aurelya's impressive endurance.

She was so dignified and confident, never backing down from a challenge, meeting his intensity with her own unwavering passion.

Hours passed in a blur of sensation, and still, they couldn't get enough of each other, their bodies intertwined in a dance of pleasure.

Morning finally arrived, painting the sky with soft hues, and their hazy eyes met as they woke up, having only managed to steal a single hour of sleep.

"Had enough?" he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips, knowing the answer before she even spoke.

"No," she replied, her voice husky with desire, her eyes burning with a hunger that mirrored his own.

Their battle began once more, their passion reigniting with a single touch. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

They continued their lovemaking even as they moved to the bath. She was more insatiable than Aurelya, and she wasn't ashamed of it, fully embracing her desires, reveling in the pleasure she found in his arms.

She was his, completely and utterly, and he was hers, and she didn't hold anything back, giving him everything she had to offer.

It was almost midday when they finally emerged from his room, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

At the dinner table, Aurelya, Thessalia, and Liraeth were already waiting, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

Lumberling and Vaenyra walked in hand-in-hand, a silent declaration of their shared experience, and took their seats.

Liraeth's face flushed a deep crimson, her eyes darting nervously around the table, while Aurelya sported a slight blush, a subtle hint of her own desires.

"Did you guys have a good time?" Thessalia asked bluntly, cutting through the tension with her usual straightforwardness.

"We did," Vaenyra replied, a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes, completely unashamed of their night of passion. Lumberling simply smiled, his silence speaking volumes.

"You should try it too," Vaenyra continued, a playful smirk on her lips, wanting to share the pleasure she had experienced. "I feel bad that I'm the only one having all the fun."

It was the first time Lumberling had witnessed this side of Vaenyra, her usually reserved demeanor replaced with a teasing playfulness, and he couldn't help but smile, thoroughly amused by her boldness.

Liraeth's face was now so red she couldn't even manage a coherent response, simply burying her face in her hands.

Aurelya, on the other hand, seemed slightly grumpy, her eyes narrowed as she shot pointed glances at Lumberling, as if she had something she desperately wanted to say, but couldn't quite find the words.

When their eyes met, he could sense the unspoken message, the silent promise of a visit later that night.

He knew she would be seeking him out, eager to reclaim his attention. But he also wasn't sure if Vaenyra, now emboldened by her own desires, would be willing to share him so easily.

He decided to let them sort it out between themselves. These were the kinds of things his women needed to discuss and decide together, finding a balance that worked for all of them.

He trusted them to find a solution, and he would be there for them, always, ready to offer his support and affection, no matter what they decided.