Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 48: First seal unlocked Thirteen more to go!!

The air inside the chamber had changed. Heavier now. Charged with something unseen but undeniable. Each candle flickered lower, their flames bowing in reverence, as though even the light itself understood what was about to take place.

Eren moved like a shadow over her, slow and deliberate. Elena lay across the silk sheets, her silver hair fanned out like threads of moonlight. Her arms still trembled from before, but her gaze never left him—not once.

She expected him to take her then. To claim her body with the same command he wielded like a blade. But instead, he knelt.

At the foot of the bed.

Elena blinked. "Veilwalker...?" Her voice was breathless, the single word carrying confusion, awe, and desire braided into one.

Eren didn’t answer at first. He simply took her legs—light as branches in his strong hands—and parted them. Slowly. Tenderly. As if unveiling something sacred.

Her thighs were smooth, pale, slightly trembling. And at the center of her, a glistening pulse of heat, open and already aching for more.

"I will taste you now," Eren said, voice low, as if uttering a vow. "And you will not hide from what you feel."

Elena’s breath caught. "Taste...?" she whispered, unfamiliar with the meaning, though her instincts burned with understanding.

Eren leaned in and pressed a single kiss just above her pussy, lips brushing warm against soft skin. She gasped.

He smiled into her. "You are already sweet, my Queen. And I haven’t even begun."

Then, without further delay, he lowered his mouth and began.

The first touch of his tongue made her arch. It was slow, reverent—long strokes that danced between worship and hunger. He licked as if he were reading scripture written upon her, as if every part of her tasted like some ancient truth only he could interpret.

"Uhh—!" Her voice spilled out, high and broken. Her hips jolted.

Eren’s arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her in place. "Let it come," he murmured against her, the vibration of his voice sending another shudder through her core.

She whimpered, hips trembling as his tongue moved with fluid precision, tracing circles, then dipping lower to tease the entrance of her heat. Every movement was deliberate—never rushed, never rough. He savored her, feasted on her.

Elena moaned again, more desperate now. "Uhh... it feels good, Veilwalker..."

Eren groaned low in his throat, pride flaring at her words. He sucked gently on the delicate bud of her pleasure, and her whole body reacted, heels digging into the sheets, thighs tightening around his head.

"You taste like rain in moonlight," he said between strokes, voice husky, "like something forbidden and perfect."

She could barely hear him—her thoughts were unraveling. Every flick of his tongue drew her higher, and higher still, until her moans became gasps, until her voice echoed through the chamber, soft and broken and holy.

"Ahh—ahh... please... don’t stop," she begged, her hand twisting into the sheets above her head.

Eren did not stop.

He deepened his strokes, tongue pressing firm and slow, licking her like he wanted to memorize her flavor. His breath, his heat, the wet glide of his mouth—it was overwhelming.

He pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking gently, and she cried out, her back arching high. "Veilwalker—!"

Her voice cracked, her body shuddering as he brought her to the edge. She was shaking, eyes unfocused, lips parted in wordless surrender.

And still, he licked.

"I want you to come undone," Eren growled softly, tongue flattening against her, drawing her out. "I want you to sing for me."

That was when she shattered.

Elena let out a moan so pure it sounded like a sacred note. Her thighs clamped around his head, her hips bucking helplessly. Her body surged, wet and wild, as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her like a storm through the trees.

"Uhhh—uhhh... aaahhh!"

Eren stayed with her through it all, drinking her in, lapping her slowly as her climax crested, then crashed. Only when her cries softened to whimpers did he ease back, kissing the inside of her thigh, reverent.

She lay breathless, dazed, sweat glistening on her skin like morning dew. Her lips parted but no words came—only the soft hum of spent pleasure.

Eren rose then, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark with fire. He climbed onto the bed beside her, and for a moment, he simply watched her chest rise and fall, her face flushed and lips parted.

Elena turned her head to look at him, voice barely a whisper. "What was that...?"

He smiled, brushing a hand over her cheek. "The first gift of the Veilwalker," he said. "Now... you are ready."

The chamber thrummed with something ancient.

As Elena lay beneath him—body glistening, chest rising and falling with quiet tremors—the room itself seemed to pulse, like it was breathing with them. The flames along the carved stone walls no longer flickered randomly; they swayed in rhythm, pulled by a deeper current.

Eren moved above her, hands braced at either side of her shoulders. His gaze lingered on her lips, her flushed cheeks, the fragile tremble in her limbs. She looked up at him like a storm looked at the sea—both wild and waiting.

"Elena," he said, voice low and taut, "from this moment forward, you are mine. Flesh and flame. Blood and breath."

"I’ve always been yours," she whispered.

Then he pressed forward.

The head of his dick slid against her pussy, slick and aching from the devotion he’d given. He pushed slowly, carefully, feeling her open to him. Her warmth welcomed him, inch by inch, the pressure building like the first breath before a scream.

Elena gasped, eyes fluttering shut as her back arched off the sheets. "Ah—"

He groaned as he sank deeper, hips rocking forward until he was fully sheathed inside her. It was unbearable bliss. Tight. Hot. Divine. He stayed there for a breath, letting her adjust, letting them feel it.

Eren leaned down, forehead brushing hers. "You feel... like fire wrapped in silk."

Elena’s legs curled around his waist, hips tilting up to take him even deeper. "Then burn with me, Veilwalker."

He began to move.

Slowly at first, dragging his hips back, then sliding in again with a low grunt. The rhythm was controlled, deliberate. His strokes were long and deep, each one drawing soft moans from Elena’s lips.

The room grew warmer.

His hands gripped the sheets beside her, knuckles pale. Her body clung to him with every thrust, as though it already knew this was more than carnal—it was ritual.

He drove in again.

And again.

And with each pass, something inside him began to stir. A flicker of energy in his chest. Then his arms. His veins.

Elena gasped beneath him, eyes wide now. "Veilwalker—your skin—it’s glowing."

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The energy was building too fast. It coiled through his muscles, crackled down his spine. His pace quickened, thrusts deeper, more urgent. His body moved with ancient instinct, with purpose beyond his own.

Elena cried out as he slammed into her harder. "Ahh—Eren!"

Their hips met in rapid rhythm now, the wet slap of their bodies a chant of its own.

And then—her voice trembled, broken by pleasure and panic.

"I—I think... I think the seal is breaking."

Her words struck him like lightning.

Eren’s eyes snapped open, vision blurred with heat and power. "I feel it too."

He could feel it in the marrow of his bones—the rush of something vast awakening. The seal that had long chained his blood was cracking, unraveling with every thrust. Power—raw and infinite—coursed through him like a flood.

He roared as he slammed into her again, harder, faster.

Elena clung to him, nails dragging down his back. "Uhh—Eren! It’s inside me too—ahh—it’s everywhere—!"

Their spirits formed a perfect harmony, a resonance that shook the very foundation of reality. Elena’s voice rose in a half-song, half-moan while Eren maintained his composure, his calculated movements never betraying the tempest of power building within.

The candles burst into higher flames.

The carvings on the walls lit up in searing white.

A gust of wind shot through the clearing from nowhere, swirling leaves and embers into a cyclone of shadow and light.

Eren’s body burned. Energy surged in his veins, lightning in his blood. He barely flinched, his jaw clenched tight, as the magic inside him awoke—no longer dormant, no longer held in check.

The ritual reached its crescendo.

And then—

Elena’s eyes flew open, irises glowing red like twin rubies.

A heartbeat later, his did too.

They both stopped.

Frozen in place.

Connected by magic, breathless and trembling, as the world seemed to pause around them.

Eren looked at Elena, his eyes burning yet his face remained a mask of ice, voice low and dispassionate. "Elena..."

She met his gaze, her own voice no louder than a whisper—but ringing with newfound power.

"The seal..."

They spoke in unison.

"The seal is broken."

The chamber exploded with light.

Not flame. Not wind. But pure force. It blasted outward from them in a shockwave, knocking over every candle, cracking the floor beneath their feet, shaking the walls with a deep, echoing boom.

And then—stillness.

In the silence that followed, Eren felt the first element truly awaken within him. Earth. Not just the knowledge of it, but its essence, its spirit, its very being. He looked down at his palm where small pebbles and soil gathered, responding to his thoughts. His eyes narrowed slightly—the only indication of his interest.

"One seal broken," Elena whispered, awestruck. "Thirteen more to go."

Eren merely nodded, already calculating their next move. The path was clear, the objective set. Nothing more needed to be said.