The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World - Chapter 486

Chapter 486: Chapter 486- Solaris III’s Nightmare Or Delight? (2)
Be that may, he couldn’t look away. The next second, his wife slowly sank down her hips onto that magnificent erect cock, impaling herself completely with a movement of pure bliss and satisfaction.

Because the two had moved to the front of the table, the king had a perfect, obscene view. He watched as the plump butt cheeks of his wife slowly sank down as she took the intruder completely.

He watched as her body reeled and jolted in pleasure with the force of the thrusts from the man beneath her. Every thrust, every fall, every movement down to the very detail was visible to him.

The way the man’s cock disappeared inside her, the way her slick folds coated him, the way rivulets of white nectar dripped down with each powerful plunge and wet the table and floor around them.

The sight was truly and utterly unforgettable. The only thing missing from this debauched scene was the sounds. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. His wife’s escalating moans that pounded his heart alongside this strange, growing knot of arousal that he felt in his guts.

He could see her lips moving, whispering sweet nothings to the man. This was even more torturous than actually hearing the sounds. It made him want to know what she was saying.

What she was feeling right now, and the emotions being exchanged. The soundless conversation caused his heart to feel an itch that he could not suppress no matter what, and made him instinctively focus more on the movements of her lips, like a game of dumb charades.

‘My… knight.’ It was just a guess, and it was impossible to know what she was truly saying. However, having seen her lips move like that multiple times already, he had this vague feeling that those were the words his Queen was whispering at this moment.

Be that as it may, whether it was true or not, it paralysed his mind. The knowledge was a devastating blow. The knights who were the protectors of the kingdom and loyal to him. Yet one of them was fucking his wife with a savage, possessive rhythm right beside him.

And the most horrifying part… the part that truly unmoored him… was that he was feeling some unknown emotion that was even suppressing his rage. Shamefully, the king felt his own erection, which was now fully hard and straining against his clothes.

The raw, animalistic display, the utter debauchery of it, was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. He wanted to rage, to kill, to scream. But a deeper, hidden part of him, a part shackled by years of royal duty and unfulfilled fantasy, wanted to watch.

Wanted it to never stop.

Within his vision, the Queen’s movement became faster. It was obvious that she was close to climaxing. The King’s eyes locked on her, ensuring he saw every flicker of ecstasy on her face.

Her mouth opened to let out a moan. Behind her, the knight’s thrusts also became erratic and powerful. With a final thrust, he buried the entire length of his cock deep inside her, causing both their bodies to shudder in ecstasy.

The table trembled intensely from the weight of their bodies. The king watched, his breath caught in his dream throat as the knight’s hips joined deep into the queen, their bodies twisting into the sweet agony of a hug.

He knew with a sick, thrilling certainty what was happening. The man was pumping his semen inside his wife, filling her womb and defiling her inside his bed chamber, just a few meters away.

The smell of sex, of their sex, was overwhelming. It was on the table. It was on their skin. It was in the very air he breathed.

The two took a while to compose their breath, still locked in a deep, passionate kiss, their eyes sharing a newfound connection and communication.

Seeing this, the King just knew the nightmare wasn’t over.

The dream distorted and reformed again as if intent on breaking his heart. The scene was the continuation of the debauchery of his wife and the knight. Just that, instead of the table, they were now on the bed.

The act almost snatched away the air from his lungs. His wife, the Queen, was on the edge of the bed, on all fours, her back arched and her expression twisted in ecstasy.

Behind her, driving into her with a power that shook the very bed, was the knight whose facial feature was, for some goddamn reason, obscured to him. He wanted to ignore the dream, but he could not close his eyes.

The action was happening too close to him that he could feel it. The vibration of the bedframe that came with each powerful thrust. The smell, the scent of their mating that was thick and heavy in the air.

The soundless wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies meeting, a scene so obscene and intimate that it felt like a nightmare and at the same time not.

He watched as the knight’s hands, that were large and calloused, meant for holding weapons and culling enemies, grab those soft, delicate hips of his Queen, and penetrate her with raw ferocity.

He saw a possessive fury, a passion, a length and stamina in the knight that he could only dream of possessing. That solid weapon that could be called a holy sword in its own, was directed at his queen, claiming her with every thrust.

A silent scream built in Solaris the III’s throat, a pressure with no release. He tried to roar, to command them to stop, to summon the guards. However, nothing happened. His body did not respond, not even a twitch.

He was forced to watch, utterly helpless, as the knight fucked his wife, entering that one place that should have been solely reserved for him.

The Queen’s mouth opened in soundless cries, pleading and begging for more. To make matters worse, Solaris III felt his own body respond in an unexpected way.