The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 655- Real Training With The Queen

The king lay on his bed, pondering his deepest secrets until there were bags under his eyes.

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The next day, Reinhardt arrived at the isolated training grounds just as usual.

The Queen stood before him wearing the same bandeau and shorts, but the bandeau was tied more loosely, and the shorts were even thinner.

Although neither of them had yet to speak, the atmosphere was already charged with an invisible tension.

These past few days of training, both of them have been bottling their desires.

Reinhardt cleared his throat and spoke. "Today, we move beyond the basics. I’ll teach you some real combat techniques".

The Queen nodded, her eyes were like deep pools, feverish with anticipation.

Reinhardt stood before her and began with a simple grappling move, a demonstration of how to break a close hold.

"If an opponent grabs you from the front, you must rotate and strike." He pulled her close to him, until their bodies were practically touching.

He gripped her wrist, his hips pressed towards her. The Queen could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. It was hot, pulsing and electrifying.

Reinhardt instructed, guiding her through a set of movements. But as she turned, Divine Luck intervened, and she lost her balance.

The impact... One of Reinhardt’s hands slipped from her wrist and, in the motion of the maneuver, slid down her side, over her rib cage, and brushed against the bare underside of her breast where the bandeau failed to cover.

His thumb grazed her nipple with an accidental touch.

Hnnng~ The Queen gasped, her body arched forward and hugged Reinhardt tightly.

Her sweet cries, the scent of her body, as well as the softness of her body were like the most potent aphrodisiac. Reinhardt, who had been suppressing his desires, could no longer endure it.

[Endless Ardor] flared to life.

He continued to lead her through a series of combat movements. However, this time, his hands and intention were no longer purely instructional.

He shifted his position, turning her again. This time, his other hand, guiding her striking arm, slipped lower.

As the Queen’s arm moved forward in a mock punch, his hand followed, sliding past her hip, down the front of her shorts. His fingers, in the guise of correcting her aim, brushed against the heated, damp fabric covering her mound.

Then, accidentally, his index finger slipped beneath the loose edge of the shorts’ seam. His finger brushed against the outer fold of her labia, which was already slick and hot.

Feeling his invasive and intimate touch, the Queen’s eyes flew wide, a moan tearing from her lips.

Reinhardt didn’t withdraw. He held the position, his finger resting on her labia, silently penetrating in from under her clothing.

"Your Majesty must focus. Put all your energy into the movement". Breathing those words into her ears, he slowly took his finger out.

Schlik... A long string of nectar smeared his finger wet.

By now, the Queen’s face was flushed red, and her eyes flashing pink with heat.

The lesson continued.

"To evade a low attack, you must drop and shift," Saying that, he guided her to perform a defensive crouch.

As she bent down, the shorts, already strained, stretched taut over her rear. The fabric pulled, and with a soft, silken tear, the side seam gave way.

The shorts ripped, a long slit opening along her inner thigh. Reinhardt, crouching before her, had a direct view. The lace panties she wore beneath were now fully visible, and they were soaked, the dark fabric glossy with her arousal.

The plumpness of her vulva was outlined clearly, the pussy swollen and parted slightly within the lace confines.

"Hold the position, Your Majesty" Reinhardt didn’t shift his eyes away. His gaze remained on her exposed region.

For a royal like her, the posture was quite shameless and lewd. What’s more, being stared at like this. However, for some reason, the Queen didn’t feel uncomfortable by Reinhardt’s gaze.

In fact, she realised that her body was seeking it more.

In that position, Reinhardt reached out with his hands. His left hand settled on her knee. Then from there, His fingers slid upward, along the tear in the shorts, brushing against the bare skin of her inner thigh.

Then higher, until his thumb touched the damp lace of her panties. He pressed there, against her soaked sex, through the lace.

Nnnggg~

The Queen shuddered, a wave of pleasure crashed through her, causing her posture to waver, her legs trembling.

With his right hand, Reinhardt steadied her, stopping her from falling while his left hand continued with its shenanigans. The thumb of his left hand moved in a slow, circular press against her exposed core, caressing her vulva and clit.

the lewd wet sound was faint but inevitable. It was a touch that crossed all instructional borders.

Reinhardt looked at the Queen’s face, which was clouded with arousal and gave another set of instructions.

The Queen obeyed, lifting her leg, and she aimed a high kick toward his shoulder. As her leg extended, the torn shorts and the lace panties offered no protection.

The motion, the stretch, caused the lace to slip entirely. The panties, already damp and loose, slid down her thigh, falling completely away.

For a moment, she was suspended in the kick, her leg high, her body balanced. And there, fully exposed to his gaze, was her pussy, glossy, flushed, and completely bare. The lips were parted, slick with her arousal, the inner flesh a deep, inviting pink.

Reinhardt’s eyes locked on the sight, a primal, possessive hunger consuming him.

He moved first. Without waiting for her to lower her leg, his hands shot out and grabbed her ankles. Then, with slight force, he pulled her towards him.

The Queen did not resist and simply allowed her body to be embraced and lifted by him. In one swift motion, he carried her to the edge of the training hall, where a wooden bench sat.

Reinhardt gently sat her down on the bench and marvelled at the heart stopping beauty.

Glistening with sweat and tinged with a flush of crimson from her arousal, she looked absolutely mesmerizing.

The training, the accidents, the malfunctions, the lucky pervert moments, all of it faded away at this moment.

Now there was only the present, the need to quench the hunger that was rampaging with the both of them.

"Reinhardt... take me" Her mind clouded with the need to desperately satisfy herself, she finally spoke her inner thoughts.

Silence fell, but it was only for a moment. Reinhardt nodded and no longer bothered with any duty or instruction.

Those words were all he needed to hear. The training ended there; now they both moved onto the real action.

The storm that had been brewing for the past couple of days burst forth at this moment.

Reinhardt knelt before, his hands extended out and gently spread her legs. His hands kneaded the soft flesh of her inner thighs while his eyes gaze remained fixed on her exposed pussy.

The Queen watched as the knight’s face slowly got closer, his breath crashing against her lower lips, sending a tingling sensation all across her body.

He didn’t bother to use his finger anymore; he directly used his mouth. His lips pressed against her inner thigh in a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

Then form there, he kissed his way upward, along the sensitive skin, until he reached the junction of her legs, wet and throbbing for him.

With no further preamble, Reinhardt lowered his head and ate this fine delicacy.

"Annng.... Ohhhn... Mmmmng♥♥.." The Queen moaned, with her erotic face clouded with arousal, she reached out and grabbed his hair, bringing his face closer.

The sensation of his tongue, broad and flat as it swept up her slit from the base to the apex, was electric. It felt so good that juices continued to leak out of her unceasingly.

Reinhardt tasted her fully, the slick, salty essence of her arousal. He licked, sucked again and again, his tongue probing between her parted lips. He found her entrance, and dipped inside with a shallow, intimate penetration.

The movement caused the Queen to jolt and her hips lifted and thrusted against his mouth involuntarily.

This was a feast, a royal feast no less. Reinhardt’s tongue explored her thoroughly, lapping at her folds, circling her clit, delving into her entrance.

His hands held her thighs open, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her inner lips, spreading her wider for his access.

"Aaah... Anng... Nnng... yess, uhhnn♥" The Queen cried out while clutching his hair, her world narrowed to this point of contact between her legs.

The hot, wet, relentless stimulation of his tongue on her most sensitive place was too stimulating.

The urges that she had been bottling up for the past two weeks surged out at this moment, amplifying every sensation, turning the pleasure into a throbbing, overwhelming wave.

She arched her back, her bandeau finally slipping completely.