"Mmmph..."
Reynard reacted to the sensation of Eleanor's warm mouth enveloping him. She found the rhythm, skillfully nodding her head along his length while looking into his eyes.
The slippery warmth enclosed him as she took him even deeper, groaning encouragingly around him. Her hands continued caressing his thighs, encouraging him as she worked to please him with her mouth.
Looking at Reynard with eyes full of lust, Eleanor slowed the pace, still maintaining the suction as his manhood slides between her red lips.
"Mmph..." She momentarily released him with a gasp, the wet, lewd sound echoing through the room.
"Is this good? Let me see how much you like this..." Eleanor purred, before eagerly taking him back into her mouth, spinning her tongue and sucking harder, completely immersed in the act.
Reynard was lost in the pleasure, lost in the warm, soft sensation of her mouth, letting out a few muffled groans in the process.
Eleanor felt her body tense upon hearing the sounds of pleasure escaping him, receiving confirmation that he was enjoying it and stimulating her to continue.
She sped up the pace, moving her mouth faster along his shaft while massaging his balls with one hand, her head bobbing up and down, making loud sucking noises. The other hand descended between her own legs, teasing herself as she worked to bring him closer to the edge.
"Your mouth is very good..." Reynard whispered with a smile, tangling his hands in her hair, forcing her to swallow deeper as he felt her hands massaging his balls.
This woman was bolder than he imagined.
Eleanor briefly withdrew again to catch her breath, a malicious smile playing on her panting lips. "My goal is to please..." She whispered shyly before resuming her movements, intensifying the suction and pressure as she moved her head faster.
Her eyes met his as she continued the action, the sensation of Reynard gripping her hair sending a thrill through her body.
Suddenly Reynard grabbed her head, forcing her down deeper, his strong hands guiding her head and pushing it down before pulling back.
Eleanor gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. She gripped his thighs tightly, struggling to breathe as he took control, using her mouth assertively.
Sounds of intense, rapid engagement filled the air. Her eyes watered, wide, as she desperately tried to adjust to the brutal rhythm. She gasped, making strained sounds every time he forced her down, her throat contracting in spasms.
The air escaped her in ragged puffs, producing a faint wheezing. She looked close to tears, but didn't truly struggle, only clung to his legs.
Struggling sounds continued. Eleanor seemed to be fighting to breathe, with sharp, desperate sounds, as if she were drowning while saliva ran down her chin. Her attempt to breathe was accompanied by a gurgling sound, resulting from saliva accumulating in her throat.
The noises were embarrassing, degrading, and extremely vulnerable.
She couldn't resist.
A pathetic, strangled moan escaped her throat, muffled by Reynard's pulsating erection. Her fingers dug deeper into his skin, tense, as she completely submitted.
'Ah, no, no, no... This wasn't who I was supposed to be! Oh, goddess...'
Eleanor felt she was being reduced to nothing more than a hot, wet hole for him to use.
As Reynard pulled her hair, she took him deeper into her throat, the obscene sounds getting louder and louder before he released her to catch her breath.
Her eyes were intensely watering, tears mixed with saliva running down her cheeks, her throat burning like fire.
Her hair pulled, her movements involuntary... everything was controlled by Reynard. She felt as if she were plunging into an abyss, with nothing to hold onto.
And she was loving it.
'Please...'
She pleaded in thought, the word repeating like a crazy mantra. 'P-please... please, I... I want it. I want it...'
She couldn't verbalize the words, not with her sore and swollen throat. But her body burned with a need she barely understood. Her insides twisted, longing for any crumb of release he could offer her.
"Let it all come out for me..." She gasped, licking her lips to catch a thread of saliva that escaped from his swollen tip. "Let it all come out for me... please..."
She leaned forward instinctively, lips slightly parted, ready to receive anything Reynard gave her. Her heart raced, pulsing in her ears.
Reynard was delighting in this scene. He didn't know if this was a consequence of the flames, or if it was just Eleanor's true side emerging, but he didn't care.
"You can't wait anymore..."
Eleanor nodded eagerly. "You are absolutely right... I'm so ready for you..." She slowly slid his manhood back into her mouth, enveloping him with her shining lips again.
"Please... come in my mouth. I want it... I need it..." Her lips parted avidly, her tongue already slippery with anticipation.
This was the final stimulus for Reynard, who was already on the verge of exploding.
The moment he lost control, Eleanor felt an intense surge of satisfaction.
'Yes...' She thought, overcome by the hot, dense jets that filled her mouth. Her eyes widened, fixed on his, absorbing the sight of his ecstasy. Her tongue danced wildly, trying to contain the release, although some escaped, dripping down her chin.
She shuddered, the sensation both strange and stimulating.
For an instant, everything else disappeared. Only his taste, texture, and warmth mattered.
She swallowed hard, repeatedly, determined not to waste a single drop.
She had done it.
Eleanor's face was a mess. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her eyes red, her skin flushed. Saliva ran down her chin, mixed with... with his essence. Her throat moved convulsively, swallowing the last remnants.
Despite her disheveled state, her gaze never left his face, fixed on him with unwavering intensity.
And then, she felt... his stubborn persistence, his immovable hardness within her mouth. A shiver ran down her spine. She knew what was coming next.
"I want to feel you first... feel you deep inside me..." She bit her lower lip, a look of pure desire in her eyes as she slowly opened before him, exposing the bright pink depths of her sex.
"Here, take a closer look..." She used one hand to keep herself open, while the other hand found its way down to gently rub her swollen folds.
"See how ready I am for you?" Eleanor pleaded, her voice thick with desire. She ran her fingertip over the folds, dipping a finger inside.
"Oh, please... please, the next is... inside... me... please, I need it in here... now..." She stuttered, her normally sharp tongue faltering. Eleanor rocked her hips, unconsciously seeking friction.
Seeing all this, Reynard felt all the blood in his body rushing in a single direction. If he were unperturbed by this scene, he would no longer consider himself a man.
"You asked for it..." Moving onto her, he rubbed the tip against her entrance, teasing before fully pushing in.
'Ah! Oh gods!'
Eleanor arched her back, her nails digging into the sheets. She felt torn, stretched beyond the limit, and yet, she yearned for every inch. The invasion was brutal, overwhelming, and she reveled in it. A muffled gasp escaped her lips, followed by a low, guttural moan.
Her walls contracted around him, struggling to accommodate his size. She was completely filled, totally claimed.
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling Reynard deeper and deeper.
"Is this good?" Reynard asked with a smile, feeling her squeeze him, enveloping him in her velvety, warm heat. He couldn't help but thrust his hips experimentally before speeding up.
'Oh, mercy...'
"Good? Good?! It's... it's everything!"
Eleanor's eyes rolled back, her words turning into incoherent murmurs.
She was helpless, trapped beneath him, dominated by the relentless rhythm. Her hips moved wildly, matching each of his powerful thrusts.
She clung to him, her nails digging crescent moons and leaving marks on his skin, her mind spinning.
She had never experienced anything remotely like it.
"Oh, damn, yes..."
With every powerful movement of Reynard's hips, Eleanor felt as if she were shattering into a thousand pieces.
The brutal collision of their bodies sent shockwaves that ran through her core, radiating outward in intense, electric pulses. The sensation was similar to being consumed by flames, her very essence burned by the relentless friction.
Every thrust was a mark, burning her insides, branding her as his.
Her mind wavered, unable to form coherent thoughts. It was all instinct. It was all primitive reaction.
Reynard stretched her to what seemed like the breaking point. The pain turned into pleasure, making her wonder if she could dissolve into nothingness, overwhelmed by the sheer force of it all.
'Please... please... Mhmp...'
She felt her muscles contract, tremble, trying to adapt to his relentless rhythm. Her breathing was short and ragged, her lungs burning.
The room echoed with the sounds of their colliding bodies. Wet, slippery noises filled the air, punctuated by Eleanor's husky sighs, moans, and soft cries.
The bed groaned beneath them, protesting against the vigorous movements. His flesh slapped against hers, a rhythmic cadence that grew faster and more intense.
'Oh heavens! I'm going to... I'm going to...!'
Eleanor's screams grew sharper, her voice choked with effort. She was losing herself, unraveling thread by thread. Her fingers clenched, grabbing his back, his shoulders, desperate for something — anything — to hold onto.
Her legs tightened around his waist, her ankles locked as if to prevent her escape. The internal walls began to tremble, squeezing Reynard with increasing urgency.
This stimulated Reynard to accelerate, increasing the speed of his thrusts, making Eleanor hold her breath.
She was close, so close.
Her muscles tensed, bracing for the inevitable.
"I'm going to... Mphm...!" Her moan escaped between her teeth, unable to finish her sentence. The stimulation was too great. It was filling her so deliciously. And then, like a dam breaking, she reached the limit.
"Ah... Mumh..." A scream escaped her throat, rough and unrestrained. Her back arched sharply against the bed, her nails digging crescent moons and leaving marks on his skin as she let everything out.
Her spasms were uncontrollable, her release running through her like a wildfire, causing her to collapse onto the bed completely exhausted. Limbs relaxed, her embrace slackening, allowing Reynard to move freely.
"Hah... hah..." Eleanor looked at him, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling, panting.
"You let go so much..." Reynard felt her squeezing his member, which was still submerged within her. He wasn't in a much better state either, but the smile on his lips said he had achieved his goals.
"Hum... that was... intense. Very intense..." Eleanor murmured weakly. Her voice was husky, almost inaudible, but her eyes held a certain sparkle of satisfaction.
She had been broken and didn't know how to react.
"Think you can handle a second round?" Reynard teased, moving smoothly inside her, showing he was ready for the next round.
Eleanor's whole body stiffened. She felt her heart race, her pulse quickening again. She was still sensitive, still recovering from the first round. The mere suggestion was enough to make her stomach churn.
"No! No, absolutely not!"
Reynard merely laughed maliciously, moving against her. Eleanor's protest died on her lips as she realized her futile attempt at resistance.
She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself. Her small cry was abruptly cut short, replaced by sharp breaths.
And so, the sounds of the second round began again, filling the room once more.
Eleanor groaned, trying to silence herself. Her fingers grasped the sheets, twisting them into knots. The bed groaned, protesting again as he claimed her once more. Her treacherous body responded despite her mental objections.
The heat flooded her once more, involuntarily, as the night stretched on as if it would never end.