Chapter 164: inter the pool

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Here is Chapter 164 of "Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man": Chapter 164: inter the pool Eren’s eyes followed Yuki’s gaze to the shimmering, blue-lit pool beside... Don’t miss it!

Chapter 164: inter the pool Eren’s eyes followed Yuki’s gaze to the shimmering, blue-lit pool beside them. The steam rising from the water created a soft, inviting haze. The idea of being in the cool, enveloping liquid while still joined to her sent a fresh surge of heat through him. He felt his dick throb inside her, sensing the new adventure. With a final, deep thrust, Yuki lifted herself off him, pulling his dick free with a soft, wet schlick. She then rose to her feet, her body glistening with sweat and their shared fluids. She was breathtaking, every curve and line of her body speaking of raw power and undeniable beauty. He pushed himself up as well, his muscles aching but already hardening again at the sight of her. Yuki moved to the edge of the pool, her bare feet silent on the cool marble. She paused, looking back at him, a silent invitation in her dark eyes. Eren followed, his body still humming with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. She stopped at the very edge, then turned to him. "Sit here," she commanded softly, gesturing to the marble lip of the pool. Eren complied, lowering himself onto the smooth, cool stone. His legs dangled into the warm water, which immediately enveloped his calves and feet in a comforting embrace. His dick, still hard and standing proudly, was now exposed, glistening in the soft blue light. Yuki knelt before him, her eyes, dark and penetrating, fixed directly on his dick. She studied it for a long moment, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips. Her gaze moved from the thick base to the swollen head, tracing every curve, every vein, as if reading a map. The intensity of her stare alone made him twitch. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached out. Her fingers, cool and slender, wrapped around the base of his dick, her thumb gently caressing his balls. Her touch was light, almost tender, yet incredibly firm. She began to stroke him, her hand moving slowly up and down his shaft. "Ohh... mmph..." Eren moaned, a low, guttural sound that he couldn’t hold back. She continued, her pace agonizingly slow. Her hand moved with a sensual grace, each stroke long and drawn out. She used the full length of her palm and fingers, coating him in a fresh layer of slickness from their previous joining. He felt the firm pressure, the warm slide of her skin against his. She worked him, slowly, deliberately, driving him wild with her careful attention. Her eyes remained locked on his, dark pools of unreadable intent, as if she were watching his every reaction, enjoying every subtle tremor that went through his body. She didn’t rush, taking her time, making him wait, building the pressure inside him with each smooth, deliberate motion. She gripped him firmly, then released slightly, only to grip him again as her hand traveled down. "You like that, Veilwalker?" she purred, her voice a low, seductive whisper that seemed to echo in the humid air of the chamber. Her words were like a physical touch, wrapping around him, drawing him deeper into the sensation. "Yes... so much... Yuki..." he gasped, his voice raw. He could feel himself growing even harder, thicker, throbbing under her skilled hands. His hips instinctively pushed forward, a silent plea for more, for faster. But she ignored his urgency, maintaining her slow, torturous pace. She rotated her hand, making sure every part of his dick was caressed, every nerve ending teased. Her thumb ran over the sensitive underside, then flicked gently against his frenulum, making him gasp again. "You are a vessel," she murmured, her voice almost a chant, her eyes never leaving his dick. "A channel for the power. And this... this is how we awaken it fully." She paused her strokes, her hand still wrapped around him, warm and firm. She leaned in closer, her breath warm on his skin, her gaze intense. Her dark hair fell around them, shielding them from the world. She brought her free hand up, her fingers gently tracing the lines of his abdomen, then moving lower, teasing the hair around his dick. Then, she began again, even slower this time, each stroke a deliberate caress. She squeezed gently, then pulled, her touch precise, maddening. He felt a deep ache build in his balls, a heavy fullness that spread through his entire body. He moaned louder, less a plea and more a desperate sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He reached down, his hands finding her shoulders, his fingers digging gently into her smooth, firm skin. He wanted to pull her closer, to immerse himself fully in her touch, but he knew she was in control. He simply let himself be led, his body responding with shivers and groans. The water in the pool lapped softly at his dangling feet, a gentle contrast to the fire she was building in his loins. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, the musk of their bodies. He could feel the tension tightening in his core, the desperate need for release building rapidly. She continued her slow, exquisite torture, her eyes never leaving his dick, as if she were guiding every nerve, every sensation. Her fingers traced patterns on his shaft, then gripped him, pulling him forward, then releasing slightly. He was completely at her mercy, lost in the rhythm of her hands, in the intensity of her gaze. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she paused. Her hand remained wrapped around him, her thumb stroking the swollen head of his dick. Her eyes, still fixed on him, seemed to deepen. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips as she leaned in closer, her breath warm on his skin. "Now," she whispered, her voice a low, seductive hum, her eyes dropping to his throbbing head. Her lips parted slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue, wet and glistening. She was about to use her mouth. "Now," she whispered, her voice a low, seductive hum, her eyes dropping to his throbbing head. Her lips parted slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue, wet and glistening. She was about to use her mouth. Eren’s breath hitched as Yuki lowered her head. Her dark eyes, intense and unblinking, met his. He felt the soft, warm caress of her lips as they slowly closed around the tip of his dick. It wasn’t a sudden engulfment, but a gentle, deliberate taking. She began to draw him in, slowly, her eyes still locked on his. He watched her, captivated, as her mouth worked him with a tantalizing slowness. He felt the wet warmth, the gentle suction, pulling him deeper into her. She took him in only a little at first, letting her tongue swirl around the head, coating him with her saliva. "Mmm... ohh..." Eren groaned, his hips instinctively pushing forward, a helpless response to her exquisite control. Her gaze never left his as she continued. She took him deeper, inch by agonizing inch, her mouth hot and tight around his shaft. He could feel her soft lips, the gentle pressure of her cheeks, drawing him further inside. She swallowed him whole, slowly, until his balls brushed against her chin. The sensation was overwhelming, made even more intense by the direct, unblinking eye contact she maintained. "You feel... so grand... Veilwalker," she purred, her voice a low, seductive hum, muffled by his dick in her mouth. Her words vibrated through him, adding another layer to the pleasure. She began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that made him ache. Her head rose, pulling him almost free, then sank down again, taking him fully. Her tongue, incredibly agile, swirled and licked, coating his entire length. He felt the gentle suction, the way her mouth created a perfect vacuum, pulling him deeper with each stroke. Every movement was precise, every sensation amplified by her steady, piercing gaze. "Ahhh... Yuki... so good..." he gasped, his hands finding her hair, gripping the soft strands, but not pulling, simply holding on, surrendering to her. She continued, never breaking eye contact, as if she were absorbing every tremor that went through his body. She varied the pressure, sometimes soft and teasing, sometimes deeper and more demanding. He felt himself swelling even larger, throbbing under her skilled attention. The deep ache in his balls grew, spreading warmth through him. She then pulled away slowly, just enough for his head to emerge, glistening with her wetness. Her eyes flickered to his dick, then back to his face, a triumphant glint in their depths. Her lips parted, and she drew him back in, this time with a deeper, more urgent suck. "You crave this," she whispered, her voice husky, before plunging her mouth onto him again. He cried out, his hips arching off the marble. She continued, her pace now slightly faster, more insistent. Her tongue darted and plunged, her suction growing stronger. She pulled, she licked, she swallowed, a relentless assault on his senses. He was completely lost, his mind clouded by the intense pleasure. He felt the waves building, his body trembling, nearing the edge. She pushed him further, her mouth working him with an almost furious energy. He could feel his release building, a powerful pressure behind his eyes. "Oh, God! Yuki! I’m... I’m going to... AHHHH!" he roared, his body convulsing as his climax hit. He emptied himself into her mouth, a hot, powerful gush that seemed to go on forever. She swallowed every drop, her throat working, never breaking contact until he was completely spent, shaking with the aftershocks. She stayed there for a moment, letting him recover. Then, slowly, she pulled her mouth away. Her lips glistened, a faint smear of his come on her chin. She looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with deep satisfaction. Yuki then leaned back, still kneeling before him. She ran a hand over her own wet pussy, then looked at the shimmering pool. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips. "Now," she whispered, her voice low and husky, her eyes challenging him, "go under the water, Veilwalker. And suck my pussy."

Chapter 164: inter the pool

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