The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 557- Plans For the Future (3)

She directed his hands away from her face and toward the full, weighty curves of her breasts. The silk felt incredibly thin, almost as if he were caressing her skin directly. Her nipples, firm and textured, poked against his palms.

"My heart won't calm down; please soothe it."

The intent of her words rang clear. She hadn't laid eyes on him for months, and the feelings she'd bottled up during that time nearly exploded upon his arrival.

Now that she realized he'd depart once more, with no telling when they'd reunite, those emotions inside her demanded release.

Actually, it wasn't only Verdia; Reinhardt, absent from her for so long, was also suppressing his own sentiments. The woman's background proved far too intricate, after all. Yet in this instant, with her openness laid bare, he disregarded every concern.

Reinhardt took action. His thumbs grazed the lush swells of her breasts across the silk, eliciting a sharp gasp from Verdia.

"Aang~". Next, he dipped his head, his lips locating one breast beneath the fabric. He drew upon it, his tongue swirling over the nipple, the moistened silk adhering and tugging with every motion.

The feeling proved divine, with the subtle barrier of the material, the warmth and yielding of her flesh below, all of it overwhelmingly alluring. Before long, beneath his pulling, a sugary flavor from her nipple filled his mouth.

Such was the nature of Verdia's form, her innate ability to lactate from her breasts.

Discovering treasure, Reinhardt sucked vigorously, kneading and caressing her breasts that scarcely fit in his broad hands.

"Aaahn... Nnngh... Mnnn~ ... Oh..." Verdia let out moans, her head tilting backward, savoring the pull of Reinhardt’s mouth and hands on her breasts. Her fingers rose to hold his head, pressing him near her chest as though fearing he'd withdraw.

"Yes... like that. Just like that"

Reinhardt matched her fierce desire with matching passion. He shifted to the other breast, lavishing it with identical care, drawing stronger, lightly biting through the silk, and sipping her milk.

All the while, Verdia kept moaning, her cries of delight resounding throughout the chamber. Her voice carried a gentle, tuneful, nurturing quality, laced with profound sensuality.

Gradually, their steps aligned in flawless harmony, a silent waltz.

Reinhardt steered Verdia toward his bed. As her legs brushed the padded rim, she tumbled backward, drawing him along.

In this setup, he held her form beneath him, his torso nestled between her spread thighs. The lamp's glow pierced the negligee, making it nearly see-through. He glimpsed the outline of her curls, the rosy tint of her inner thighs.

His fingers reached for the slender straps, sliding them from her shoulders. The silk gathered at her waist, exposing her breasts fully to the cozy, amber glow.

They appeared stunning, plump and substantial, the nipples a rich pink from his efforts. He bent forward once more, this time claiming one tip straight into his mouth, free of any obstruction.

"Aaah... Ahhn~... Nnng" The thrill shot through her like lightning. Verdia’s back curved alluringly against the bed, her moans resonating like delightful melody.

Reinhardt’s mouth burned with eagerness, drawing steadily, his tongue wrapping around the rigid yet tender peak. His hands stayed active. One rose to massage her remaining breast, his thumb circling and tugging the nipple in rhythm with his mouth's pull.

Owing to his growing expertise in these methods, his actions resembled pure artistry at present. The manner in which he drew and toyed with Verdia’s breasts offered a captivating spectacle.

Because of his skills, she heaved and writhed, her hips tracing tiny, instinctive loops on the sheets, her toes clenching firmly.

"Reinhardt... Ahnn... i-if you go away, what... Nnng... would happen to Arthur’s training?" Amid her gasps and moans of ecstasy, Verdia inquired. "His training... with the sword is still incomplete."

Being Arthur’s mother, she understood Reinhardt's special spot in his admiration. Arthur aimed not merely to be a knight, but a hero akin to his elder sibling.

Moreover, owing to his rank as the Duke’s offspring and his exceptional aptitude, he lacked equals among kids his age. This fostered an inflated self-importance, leading him to ignore his instructors and sword teachers.

In his mind, solely his father and elder brother deserved to guide him.

"He needs discipline. And he will only obey someone he recognises. As his older brother... it is your responsibility to train him. To make him strong." Verdia’s voice, infused with delight, took on a wistful tone now.

Reinhardt let go of her breast with a moist smack and gazed up at her reddened features. Her eyes shimmered, immersed in the blend of bodily bliss and parental concern.

Observing this, he delivered a quick, playful twist to her other nipple. Given their circumstances and her phrasing, it seemed she might be bartering her body for commitments to sword instruction.

If he weren't well-acquainted with her, he'd have fallen for it. But he recognized Verdia's genuine fret over her boy, with no one else to confide in.

Reinhardt attentively heard Verdia’s concerns, all while delighting in and savoring the delectable woman before him.

Reinhardt’s lips descended, pressing kisses into the cleft between her breasts, venturing to her belly and further down. He then shifted the flimsy silk of the negligee from her hips and admired her revealed lower half.

That tidy golden patch, bold clit, and swollen folds leaking with essence—the view and aroma proved irresistibly captivating.

Reinhardt inhaled deeply before dipping down to indulge. His tongue sought her clit, his lips drawing on her entrance, attacking from both angles.

Beneath his prowess, Verdia cried out, her fingers gripping the bedsheet fabric as her thighs locked around him, unwilling to release.

"Gods! Yes! So goood... yes! Ahhng... oh, don’t stop!"

Reinhardt planned no halt either. Faced with such a tempting feast, who sane would decline? He devoured; actually, he gorged on her.

His tongue probed her opening, sampling the distinctive, noble, sweet essence of Verdia. He drew in her steady flow of desire. He employed his tongue to simulate thrusting, twisting and pressing against her inner walls.

His approach proved merciless, causing Verdia’s form to shudder repeatedly. Quickly, he guided her to the brink of bliss, and she climaxed. Her thighs squeezed his head, her heels pressing into his back. Her cries and moans dissolved into senseless babble.

Reinhardt consumed every drop of her.

"He... huff... he looks up to you... so much... huff... You must... you must promise me you’ll train him... when you return... please, Reinhardt!"

Verdia uttered, sprawled wearily on the bed. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, her damp, sweat-slicked hair clinging haphazardly to her skin.

Reinhardt withdrew, his chin shining with moisture, and beheld Verdia’s lovely, heated form. "I want to. But I really can’t promise that right now."

His obligations held priority. Rescuing the world demanded focus now. Locating the High Elf Priestess, restoring the World Tree... the duration remained unpredictable. Furthermore, he questioned his availability post-mission to revisit Lumiose City anytime soon.

Yet Verdia refused to yield.

"Then I’ll just have to persuade you until you agree," she locked eyes with him, her gaze aflame with resolve.

She nudged his frame aside and seized control. Reinhardt landed supine on the bed, his arousal throbbing uncomfortably within his trousers.

Verdia descended, confronting the prominent bulge. Her hands targeted his belt, undoing it and liberating him from restraint.

As his trousers lowered, his member leaped forth, prodding Verdia’s nose and lips. Its girth and size startled her briefly. Evidently, she'd overlooked his dimensions, and the recollection revived.

Naturally, this was combat, and she wouldn't concede without securing her aim. Verdia eyed him, her azure gaze meeting his as she commenced.

She avoided engulfing him right away. Rather, she advanced, compressing her splendid breasts around his length. The yielding, heated flesh surrounded him, forming a smooth, snug passage.