Chapter 170: The Grip

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Chapter 170: The Grip Eren held Yuki in his arms, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her body pliant and warm against his. He looked into her heavy-lidded eyes, seeing the deep satisfaction there, but also a lingering challenge, a silent dare for him to push her further. His dick, still hard from her furious ride, pulsed with renewed desire. He had to meet her intensity, to drive her to even greater heights. He began to move, slowly at first, a deep, deliberate thrust. His hips pushed upward, burying his dick deep inside her, feeling her stretch around him, warm and wet. He pulled back almost entirely, then drove in again, just as slowly, filling her completely. "Mmm... ohh..." Yuki moaned, a low, drawn-out sound that vibrated through his chest as she clung to him. Her hands, tangled in his hair, pressed his head closer to her shoulder. He took his time, savoring every inch of the sensation. He moved with a languid, sensual rhythm, pushing in, holding, then pulling out, letting the pressure build, then releasing it, only to build it again. Her inner muscles clenched around him with each slow thrust, milking his dick, sending waves of profound pleasure through his core. He could feel her warmth enveloping him, a living, breathing embrace that pulled him deeper into the moment. He leaned down, pressing his chest against her firm breasts. He found her nipple, still hard and prominent, and lowered his mouth to it. He began to suck, slowly, drawing on her with a soft, pulling motion. Her nipple instantly responded, swelling further in his mouth, a sweet torment. "Ahhh! Oh, God! Yes! Both... oh, God!" she cried out, her voice a breathless gasp as pleasure ripped through her. Her body arched in his arms, pressing her breast more firmly into his mouth as he continued his deep, slow thrusts. He continued to suck, increasing the pressure slightly, drawing deeper on her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing it, then flicked out to caress the sensitive skin. His other hand found her free breast, cupping it gently, his thumb teasing its erect nipple, rolling it lightly between his fingers. He was a conductor of sensation, orchestrating her pleasure with every movement of his mouth, hands, and hips. "Don’t stop... never stop... ohh, Eren... you’re so good!" she pleaded, her voice tearing with pleasure. She gripped his hair tighter, pulling him deeper onto her breast, while her legs wrapped even more firmly around his waist, locking him to her. He varied his thrusts, sometimes slow and deep, sometimes adding a slight grind, twisting inside her. Each movement elicited a fresh wave of moans and gasps from Yuki. He felt her wetness pouring over him, hot and slick, making every thrust smooth and incredibly intense. He held her close, feeling her body convulse against his with every deep penetration. He pushed into her, watching her face, seeing the pure, raw pleasure twist her features, her head thrown back, her throat exposed. The sounds were a symphony of their coupling: the wet schlick of his dick sliding in and out, the soft slurp of his mouth on her breast, and her continuous, escalating cries. He was taking his time, making her beg, drawing out every ounce of sensation. He could feel the tension tightening in her core, the desperate need for release building rapidly. He pulled back almost completely, then slammed forward, driving deep inside her with a powerful, deliberate thrust. "AHHH! Oh, God! Yes! Faster! Oh, Eren!" she cried out, her voice rising to a frantic pitch. Her body bucked in his arms, her hips rising to meet his every powerful plunge, wanting more, pushing him to go beyond his current pace. He answered her pleas, picking up the rhythm, gradually increasing his speed. He began to pound into her with fierce power. His hips slammed into hers, a hard, grinding motion that made her scream his name. He lowered his head, pressing his face into the side of her neck, inhaling her scent, tasting the salty sweat on her skin, while his dick continued its relentless assault. He drove into her, harder and faster now, lost in the raw sensation, feeling her body bucking against his. He pressed his hips down, pushing as deep as he could go, feeling the intense friction, the heat building between them. He felt the tremors spreading through her, violent shudders that shook her entire frame. He moved her hips with his own, matching her frantic movements, pushing her further and further. He shifted his weight, allowing him to push deeper, to stretch her even more fully. He continued to suck her breast, pulling on her nipple furiously, as his hips drove into her. He felt the tremors start, deep within her. He hammered into her, one final series of deep, punishing thrusts, feeling the waves of her climax wash over him again. She shrieked, a long, drawn-out cry, as her body seized around his dick, squeezing him tight. He roared, his own release hitting him hard, emptying himself deep inside her, shaking with his own powerful climax. He stayed buried in her, both of them panting, spent. Her body went limp in his arms, trembling with the last echoes of her pleasure. He slowly pulled out, his dick slick and wet. Eren held her for a moment longer, feeling the heavy weight of her body against his, her breath still ragged. He looked into her eyes, seeing the complete satisfaction there, a deep, settled calm that spoke of profound release. He felt a surge of triumph, a sense of having met her challenge and exceeded it. He then moved toward the stone bench where they had been before. With practiced ease, he carefully lowered her, placing her feet on the cool marble, then gently guiding her body down until she was once again bent over the sturdy surface, her ass presented to him. He wanted to change the angle, to explore a new depth of pleasure and control. He positioned himself behind her, ready for the next phase of their ritual. Yuki was once again bent over the stone bench, her ass presented to him, her body still glistening from their earlier passion. Eren stood behind her, his dick, though briefly rested, now hard and throbbing, ready for the final, definitive act. He looked at her, seeing the slight tremor in her hands as she gripped the cold stone, a testament to the raw intensity he intended to unleash. This wasn’t ju st about pleasure; it was about absolute dominance, a performance for Kiran, and for himself. He pushed forward, driving deep into her without hesitation. His dick, thick and rigid, plunged into her wet pussy, filling her completely. "AHHH!" Yuki screamed, a sharp, piercing sound of simultaneous pain and profound pleasure. Her body stiffened, then arched, her hips rising to meet his furious entry. He pulled back, almost entirely, feeling her inner walls stretch to their limit, then slammed back into her with brutal, unyielding force. SMACK! SLAP! GUSH! The sounds of their bodies colliding were loud and relentless, echoing off the stone walls. He began to pound into her, faster and harder than ever before. Her moans rose to a continuous, high-pitched wail, a desperate, ecstatic cry that filled the air. She clutched the bench with both hands, her knuckles white, her fingers digging into the stone as if trying to anchor herself against the storm of sensation he was unleashing. "Oh, God, Eren! Yes! Faster! Harder! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! I’m begging you!" she shrieked, her voice tearing, pleading, commanding, all at once. She bucked her hips wildly, trying to meet his every powerful plunge, taking him deeper, wanting more, pushing him to go beyond his current pace. He answered her pleas, driving into her with furious, unyielding power. His hips slammed into hers, a hard, grinding motion that made her scream his name. He felt her inner walls milking him, pulling him deeper with every rapid, powerful thrust. Her wetness poured from her, drenching his dick and thighs, making every stroke slick and incredibly intense. He was a piston, driving, driving, pushing her to her limits. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. He drove into her, feeling her body bucking wildly beneath him, her hips lifting to meet every single impact. Her fingers dug into the cold stone bench, desperate anchors in a storm of sensation. He took her relentlessly, each thrust a deeper plunge, a harder hit. He wanted to leave no doubt, no part of her untouched by his power. "Ohh! Eren! I’m... I’m going to... AHHHHH!" She screamed, her voice tearing as her body seized around his dick. He felt the intense, powerful contractions of her orgasm, squeezing him tight. He continued to hammer into her, pushing her through wave after wave of pleasure. Her body spasmed violently, arching against him, trembling from the sheer force of her release. He roared, his own climax hitting him with sudden, brutal force. He emptied himself deep inside her, shaking with his own powerful release as her body continued to convulse around his. He stayed buried in her, both of them panting, spent. Her body went limp beneath him, trembling with the last echoes of her pleasure. Slowly, he pulled out, his dick slick and wet, a soft, wet schlick sound as they separated. He rested his forehead against her back, catching his breath. After a long moment, Eren straightened, his muscles aching but filled with a profound sense of completion. He looked down at Yuki, still slumped over the bench, her back heaving, her ass glistening. He had given her everything, driven her to the absolute edge of her being. This, he knew, was the performance Kiran expected. He adjusted his still-damp clothes, a sense of cold purpose settling over him. He had fulfilled his part. Now, it was time for the next step. Yuki slowly lifted her head, turning to look at him. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips swollen, but a deep, settled satisfaction was etched across her face. A slow, genuine smile spread across her lips. "Thank you, Veilwalker," she whispered, her voice husky but sincere. "You... truly made me feel good. More than good. You are... remarkable." Eren met her gaze, a hint of something unreadable in his own. He simply nodded, then turned towards the heavy door of the chamber. "I’m heading to Kiran’s chamber," he stated, his voice flat, devoid of emotion.

Chapter 170: The Grip

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