Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 162: Demand

Eren’s eyes met Yuki’s. Her words, a clear command despite their soft delivery, lit a fire in him. He saw the raw, insatiable hunger in her gaze, a hunger that pulled him closer. His dick, thick and hard, throbbed with renewed life. He knew what she wanted, what they both desperately craved.

He moved over her, his body hot and heavy, a stark contrast to the cool marble beneath them. He slowly lowered himself, positioning his hard dick against her wet opening. Her pussy, still glistening from her last climax, was wide and beckoning. He breathed in her scent—a primal mix of sweat, arousal, and her unique essence—that filled his senses.

He pushed slowly, allowing the very tip of his dick to find her soft, slick folds. He felt her stretch around him, warm and welcoming.

"Mmm," Yuki moaned, a low, drawn-out sound that vibrated through his chest. Her hips lifted slightly, a subtle invitation, urging him deeper.

He took his time. There was no rush, only the deep need to fill her completely, to make this moment last. He pushed in slowly, inch by careful inch, feeling her inner muscles flex and tighten around him. She was incredibly tight, and he savored every bit of resistance, every sensation as he slowly slid inside. He watched her face, seeing her eyes squeeze shut, her lips part in a silent cry that soon turned into a soft, blissful groan.

"Ohh... Eren... you feel... so full... so good," she whispered, her voice strained but laced with pure pleasure.

He continued his slow entry, pushing deeper with each breath. His hands found her hips, gripping them firmly, guiding her, letting her set the pace even as he was the one doing the pushing. He finally slid all the way in, feeling his balls press against her wet folds. He was buried deep inside her, completely filling her, the sensation powerful and all-encompassing.

He paused there, letting them both breathe, letting their bodies fully adjust to the profound joining. Her warmth enveloped him, a living, pulsing embrace. Then, he began to move, slowly at first. A gentle push, a slow pull, easing in and out, feeling her muscles clench tightly around him with every movement. The sounds of their bodies joining started again, wet and soft, a hypnotic rhythm of skin on skin. Yuki’s moans grew louder, more constant, turning into soft cries of delight. Her body arched beneath him, her hips lifting to meet his slow, deep thrusts.

He moved deeper with each push, drawing out the pleasure, savoring every moment. He felt the soft give of her pussy, stretching around him, pulling him in further. His dick slid inside her, long and slow, then pulled back, almost out, only to push deep again. He used his hips, grinding slowly, twisting inside her, finding new sensitive spots that made her gasp.

"Oh, God... Eren... slower... harder... ahh!" she cried, her voice a breathless mix of pleas. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted, only that she wanted more of him, more of this intense connection.

He leaned down, supporting himself on his elbows, and kissed her neck, then her collarbone, trailing wet kisses across her chest. As he kissed her, his hips kept moving, a slow, steady rhythm that drove her wild. He felt her breasts pressing against his chest, their hardened nipples brushing his skin with every deliberate thrust. He shifted his weight, allowing him to push deeper, to stretch her even more fully.

He slid his hands under her butt, lifting her hips slightly, giving him a better angle. This made him push deeper, burying himself completely inside her with each slow, deliberate thrust. She moaned, a raw, needy sound that vibrated through his core. He could feel her inner muscles squeezing him, clinging to him, demanding more.

He changed his pace, still unhurried, but adding a little more force to each thrust. He pulled her closer, his hips grinding against hers, feeling the friction build, the heat intensify. He put his mouth to her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Does this feel good, Yuki? Does it feel like power?" he murmured, his voice a low growl.

She didn’t answer with words, but her hips lifted higher, pressing into him with more urgency. Her moans turned into soft whimpers, then sharp gasps as he found a particularly sensitive spot. He felt her body getting closer to the edge, the subtle tremors starting to spread through her. He pushed deeper, his movements becoming more rhythmic, more demanding. He wanted to push her over the edge, to hear her scream his name again.

He could feel the wetness building, her juices flowing freely around him, making every thrust smooth and incredibly intense. He held her hips, angling her body, taking her from every possible angle, even as she lay on her back. He pushed in, watching her face, seeing the pure, raw pleasure twist her features. He felt the tightening around him, the familiar clench that told him she was about to explode. He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in with one hard, deep thrust.

"AHHHHHH!" she shrieked, her voice tearing as her body convulsed violently around him. A powerful gush erupted from her, drenching his dick and belly, hot and thick. She screamed his name again, a long, drawn-out cry, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He kept thrusting, pulling her closer, until his own body tensed, and he roared, emptying himself deep inside her, shaking with his own powerful release. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

He stayed buried in her, both of them panting, spent. Her body went limp beneath him, trembling with the last echoes of her pleasure. He savored the feeling of her wet heat, the heavy weight of his dick inside her. He felt his own pulse slowing, the fierce storm passing.

Slowly, carefully, Eren began to withdraw, his muscles aching with exhaustion. He pulled out by only an inch, feeling the soft suction, the reluctant release of her tight walls.

"Don’t," Yuki said, her voice cutting through the stillness, sharp and clear. Her hand, surprisingly strong, wrapped around his dick, holding him firmly inside her. Her eyes, now fully open, burned into his. "Don’t you dare withdraw until I tell you to. Or do you want your family to die?"

Eren’s gaze snapped to Yuki’s face. Her eyes, usually so calm, now held a cold, unwavering threat. The words, "your family to die," hit him like a physical blow. The pleasure, the raw abandon of moments ago, vanished, replaced by a chilling fear. He saw his mom, his sister, his friends – their faces flashing in his mind, vulnerable, depending on him. This was the true cost, the ultimate leverage.

He swallowed hard, the last echoes of his climax replaced by a bitter taste in his mouth. Her hand, still gripping him inside her, was a physical reminder of his chains. He looked into her eyes, seeing not just the threat, but a profound certainty that she would follow through. There was no doubt, no hesitation in her.

With a deep, shaky breath, Eren pushed back into her, driving his dick fully inside. He felt the familiar warmth, the tight embrace, but this time, it was without joy. It was an act of grim necessity.

He began to move, faster than before. He pulled back almost entirely, then slammed forward, plunging deep inside her with powerful, urgent thrusts. Each thrust was a desperate beat, a forced rhythm. He didn’t bother with slowness or seduction this time. This was about survival, about making her see his compliance, his renewed effort.

Yuki gasped, a sharp sound that quickly turned into a moan as he pounded into her. He felt her inner walls clench around him, responding to his new, aggressive pace. He gripped her hips, pulling her harder against him, feeling the solid impact of their bodies. The wet slapping sounds filled the chamber, loud and rapid.

He drove into her, again and again, with powerful, unyielding thrusts. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision narrowed to her body beneath him, the rhythmic movement of their hips. He felt the intense friction, the heat building, but it was a heat born of desperation, not pleasure. He watched her face, seeing her eyes close, her head fall back as her moans grew louder, more breathless. He heard her cries of "Yes! Faster! Oh, Eren!" but they were distant, filtered through the haze of his grim determination.

He pushed, he pulled, he hammered into her, pouring all his fear and resolve into each stroke. He felt her body begin to writhe, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him in even closer. He focused only on the rhythm, on the force, on the raw, physical act, pushing out all other thoughts, all other feelings. He felt her nearing climax, the muscles around him starting to clench with familiar tremors, but he kept going, relentlessly, until he felt the first waves of her release. She screamed his name, a long, drawn-out cry, as her body seized around his dick, squeezing him tight. He kept thrusting, pulling her closer, driving himself deep until his own body tensed, and he roared, emptying himself into her one more time.

He stayed buried inside her, both of them panting. Her body went limp beneath him, trembling with the last echoes of her pleasure. He slowly pulled out, his dick slick and wet. He lay beside her for a moment, catching his breath, the weight of her words heavy in his mind.

Yuki slowly opened her eyes. They were heavy-lidded, but a triumphant glint shone within them. She looked at him, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her lips. Her hand reached down, finding his hair, and she tugged gently, pulling him closer to her face.

"Good," she whispered, her voice a soft purr. "Now, turn. I want to ride you."

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