The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 604- Revival of the World Tree & Aurelian (3)

Reinhardt observed Elina drawing nearer to the bed, her steps characterized by a palpable hesitancy and a touch of awkwardness.

She paused beside him, the warmth radiating from her skin reaching him, a proximity that undeniably altered the atmosphere.

He experienced a flicker of surprise himself, yet it swiftly subsided. By this juncture, the [Endless Ardor] trait no longer held the power to astonish him.

Moreover, to speak truthfully, he and Elina had already shared such an intimate experience once before. It was in Toto Village, subsequent to his vanquishing of the Demon General and his rescue of her from the clutches of the dungeon.

While the night spent with her might not be etched in memory as indelible, it remained a significant recollection. After all, it marked his inaugural encounter with a demi-human and an elven woman.

Should Elina find herself amenable to the arrangement, Reinhardt would more than gladly welcome her participation.

"You appear exceedingly tense. Allow me to assist you," Melissa murmured, gently guiding Elina.

Now drawn even closer, Elina detected a potent, carnal aroma. The distinct scent of intimacy began to weave itself with her own delicate floral perfume, an unexpected combination that amplified the already charged ambiance.

"Let us help you shed this," Melissa stated softly.

Melissa assisted Elina with her attire, each layer of her dress being slowly peeled away.

Demi-humans, it was observed, favored garments that were light and unrestrictive. This choice not only offered a degree of playful exposure but also facilitated greater freedom of movement during combat scenarios.

Their clothing was well-suited to their combative stances, meaning there were not an excessive number of layers to remove.

Yet, once all vestiges of clothing were gone, an unblemished, naked form was revealed to Reinhardt's gaze.

Her skin was fair, her physique toned, highlighting curvaceous hips and a balanced blend of soft flesh and defined muscle. Her arms, abdomen, and thighs, in particular, spoke of the precision and grace inherent in her role as a marksman, a finesse unlike any other woman in his present company.

Compounding this was her distinctly elven physique—slender yet bountiful, a harmonious fusion.

"This is your first time experiencing intimacy with two individuals, is it not?" Melissa inquired.

In response to Melissa's question, Elina simply shook her head, her skin flushing a deep red, a visible testament to both arousal and burgeoning embarrassment.

"Then immerse yourself in the sensations. Let go of thought, and simply feel," Melissa advised.

With those words, Melissa gently positioned Elina, holding her steady.

Before Elina could fully process the unfolding events, she witnessed Reinhardt slowly spreading her legs, unveiling her now-moist and aroused core.

"Ahnn~ Unngg," Elina gasped.

His finger had barely made entry, and Elina was already arching, a sharp, involuntary cry escaping her lips.

She was undeniably aroused, a fact underscored by the building tension and the bold decision she had embraced.

Sensing a slight easing in her tension, Reinhardt resumed his ministrations, his finger now stroking Elina in a slow, teasing rhythm, with particular attention directed towards her clitoris.

Each time his touch grazed that sensitive bud, Elina's hips would involuntarily jump, and a beautiful, resonant cry would emanate from her throat.

Reinhardt found himself thoroughly appreciating the elven maiden's reactions.

While dedicating one hand to her intimate stimulation, his other hand traveled upwards, tenderly cupping her voluptuous breasts and massaging them gently.

He leaned closer, bringing one of her breasts to his mouth, softly nibbling and suckling the hardened nipple.

To experience intimacy with an elf, it was a fantasy that likely crossed the mind of every reincarnated individual who found themselves in a fantasy realm at least once.

The sensation of an elf, her fervent responses, the subtle twitch of her delicate ears, the slight tremor of her lithe form, and her echoing cries—it all served as a profound rejuvenation.

Though his current romantic circle was not vast, it was certainly respectable. However, among them, he possessed only one demi-human companion.

Naturally, this was not to imply any dissatisfaction with Zerina. She possessed a wild, untamed passion and her own unique allure, qualities he would never trade away.

Nevertheless, an elf presented a different kind of allure, distinct from that of a therianthrope. They offered their own unique brand of ecstasy.

It wasn't as though Reinhardt had never been intimate with Elina before. However, that encounter occurred several years prior, and their time together had been notably brief and perfunctory.

Furthermore, the emotional context of that previous encounter differed significantly from the present moment.

At that time, while Elina sought to express her gratitude for his life-saving actions, Reinhardt was considerably preoccupied by the potent effects of [Endless Ardor] and the magnetic allure of his divine physique.

Adding to the complexity, they were also obligated to consider the presence and feelings of Elina's husband.

But now, his resistance to the effects of [Endless Ardor] had all but vanished.

If anything, he had come to perceive it as a profound blessing. Not only did it fortify his own capabilities, but it also enhanced those of his partners.

Moreover, it bestowed upon him an unshakeable confidence in intimate situations. Whether with one woman or a hundred, he was assured of his ability to satisfy them all.

What man wouldn't find such a prospect appealing?

Furthermore, it consistently brought immense pleasure and exhilarating excitement to all the women in his life. It was, unequivocally, a win-win situation.

"Mnnng... Ahnn~...Ahnn," Elina moaned.

The simultaneous stimulation was almost overwhelmingly intense. One hand clutched Reinhardt's arm tightly, while the other found its way into Melissa's hair.

She panted, her head falling back, lost in the escalating sensations.

Reinhardt intensified the pressure of his fingers, now tracing circles around her clitoris with greater urgency. A slick, hot wetness coated his digit.

Elina climaxed, Reinhardt's masterful techniques proving utterly irresistible to her.

Huff... Huff... Gazing upon the stunning, exotic beauty before him, Reinhardt's patience reached its limit. He yearned to savor this exquisite delicacy immediately.

With this consuming thought, he spread her thighs further apart and, without a moment's hesitation, brought his mouth to her exposed, receptive core.

His lips met her tender vulva in a fervent embrace, and then his tongue delicately explored its depths, swirling and moving within her intimate confines. Reinhardt savored her exquisite flavor, a pure sweetness mingled with the salty essence of her mounting arousal. This was, undeniably, Elina the elf's signature taste.

He devoted himself not only to her inner sanctum but also to her very entrance. His tongue traced the delicate folds and teased her clitoris, and after a tantalizing period, he plunged back into her welcoming warmth.

Melissa, not to be outdone, joined the intimate tableau, her lips brushing against Elina's ears as her hands caressed the elf's breasts. In terms of size and softness, Elina's bosom was every bit as magnificent as her own, perhaps even more so, perfectly complementing her delicate frame.

A sudden understanding dawned upon Melissa, a revelation regarding Reinhardt's preferences in women. This realization brought a smile to her lips, and she shook her head in amusement.

Under Reinhardt's masterful touch, Elina's cries intensified. Her body arched away from the bed, her toes curled involuntarily, and her fingers tightened their grip on the bedsheets.

The stimulation was sheer bliss, an experience that felt utterly divine.

Unstructured moans spilled from her lips in a continuous stream. Reinhardt's oral ministrations were both thorough and unyielding, as if he were a parched man in a desolate desert, desperately seeking a single drop of water.

His fingers soon joined the symphony of pleasure, smoothly entering her and gently expanding her passage. Though initially snug, her body yielded to his repeated ministrations, accommodating him with increasing ease.

Before long, subjected to Reinhardt's persistent assaults, Elina found herself teetering on the precipice of an overwhelming climax.

Elina's eyes fluttered shut, her hips rose from the mattress, and the muscles within her core quivered.

"Ahhh... Nnngh... c-coming," she breathed, her thighs clamping around Reinhardt's head, holding him firmly in place.

Then, with a piercing cry, the orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, releasing a torrent of ecstasy that saturated the bed.

Reinhardt embraced her release, savoring the delicate essence of her pleasure.

Spent and breathless, she collapsed onto the bed, utterly drained.

Her eyes held a faraway daze, her cheeks were flushed crimson, and stray droplets of saliva glistened at the corners of her mouth, evidence of the profound ecstasy she had just experienced.

Indeed, the look on her face told a story: she had never encountered such an experience before.

Reinhardt gracefully withdrew, parting the fabric of his robe to reveal his fully engorged erection, long, thick, and undeniably eager.

Elina lay still, the aftershocks of her climax still reverberating through her. Her breaths came in shallow, sweet gasps.

Suddenly, she felt a warm, irresistible pressure nudging against her.

Looking down, she saw Reinhardt spreading her legs and pressing his lower abdomen against her.

The sight of his proud, magnificent cock poised so close to her slick femininity sent a fresh jolt of electrifying sensation through her body.

She had never beheld anything so boldly masculine, so… impressively large before.

"Now, let us properly celebrate our Lord's triumph," Melissa whispered sweetly into Elina's ear.

With that, she slid off the bed and knelt before Reinhardt, her hands gently cradling his testicles.

As she squeezed, she felt their fullness, recalling how, not long ago, he had ejaculated within her, filling her womb repeatedly until it overflowed, leaving a hot, white mess upon the bed.

And yet, merely a few moments later, his sack was replete once more!

A smile of profound pride bloomed on Melissa's face. In terms of power or virility, Reinhardt was utterly unmatched.

"It smells so wonderful."

With that declaration, she inhaled deeply before pressing her lips against him, kissing his shaft and tracing its length from base to tip with her tongue.

Elina watched, completely captivated. Her cheeks burned with a deep blush at Melissa’s actions.

Yet, her gaze remained fixed, observing Melissa's skilled hands as they massaged and teased, while Reinhardt moved closer to the bed.

"I shall enter you now," he stated simply, placing his hands on Elina's knees.

The elf offered no resistance; her eyes, wide and moist, shimmered with anticipation.