The Web of Knightspur-Chapter 207: [Bonus - ]

[Adult content ahead. You have been warned]

"I’ll be putting it in..." Christopher whispered into her ears. He could feel her grip tighten across his back.

Princess Eleanor could feel something hot and hard prodding her upper thighs as she closed her eyes, prepared to endure the pain. Christopher was careful as he slowly inserted his manhood into her narrow opening.

"Ugh..." Princess Eleanor moaned as she closed her eyes. She was unsure if her moans were due to pleasure or pain. Or perhaps... both?

Feeling that it was about to enter her, she stiffened up a little. She then felt Christopher’s body stiffening up in response as well. However, she then felt Christopher rubbing and gliding the head of his manhood up and down her opening. Knowing that he was trying to lubricate himself for the next step, she took a deep breath and relaxed her body as much as she could to ready herself for what was to come.

The next moment, Christopher plunged more than half his length into her depths and Princess Eleanor’s body collapsed in an instant.

"Ha-uhk—!" a sharp scream escaped her lips.

Princess Eleanor could feel the burning pain as her breathing increased. Her chest was pressed against Christophers’s body.

Princess Eleanor could feel the heat. The temperature touching her chest was so intense that it felt like her whole body’s sense was on edge.

Not only was her crushed chest and nipples hot, but the secret place that received him was hot as well, as if on fire. Even breathing quietly was so difficult, making Princess Eleanor think that she might be going crazy.

Princess Eleanor could not care about anything else. She felt like everything else was blurring and she was the only thing left floating in the world.

But Christopher’s p*nis, which she was barely holding, and even the throbbing pulse of that p*nis within her, reminded her that she was still with him. And no matter where she was, he would be there with her.

"Chri ... Christ ..." Princess Eleanor attempted to say his name. But she only felt him pushing deeper.

For the first time, Princess Eleanor felt like she was about to die. He was trying to split her in half! The pain was immense and tears welled up in her eyes.

Princess Eleanor’s watery eyes were red and bloodshot. Christopher wanted to stop and take a breath, maybe to give her some time to adjust to his size. But he was not sure. What if it hurts even more if they stop and try again?

It was an unfamiliar experience to Christopher as well as Princess Eleanor was his one and only. But he somehow knew by his instinct that he should not stop just yet.

Christopher looked down as he stroked her hair with a smile on his face. His fingers drifted down until it touched the corner of Princess Eleanor’s eyes as he brushed her tears off.

Slowly Christopher thrusted himself harder into her. Her body was making him go crazy. And it did not help that Princess Eleanor’s expression was driving him even crazier.

Christopher only wanted to look into her eyes and be buried within her. Maybe he was crazy, but he knew that he was only crazy for her.

Christopher looked into Princess Eleanor’s moist eyes and pushed himself even further into her depths.

"Hu-ugh ..." Christopher continued to thrust in as if he was not satisfied even when the chirping-like moans were heard. Not because he wanted to hurt her, but because he could no longer control himself. His body seemed to be no longer his own.

Seeing Princess Eleanor gazing at him in a daze with her watery large eyes, Christopher knew he could no longer control himself at all. He just wanted to deeply engrave the way he was taking her in those eyes and the way she devoured him to the fullest.

"...It’s all in now." Christopher’s voice was like a smooth wave trying to ease the tension in her body.

Princess Eleanor trembled at the sensation of his hot and moist breath hitting the nape of her neck. But before he could give her time to adjust to her current fullness, Christopher pulled back.

"Hah...!"

Christopher did not stop as the movement continued. Back and forth. In and out. Initially, it was slow as if he was allowing the both of them to get acquainted with each other’s bodies. To allow his hardness to carve itself into her softness. Slowly, the pain Princess Eleanor felt lessened and was replaced by pleasure.

And soon, his movements sped up. And before Princess Eleanor could register her own actions, her moans became louder.

Princess Eleanor’s hold on Christopher tightened as she twisted her body to find a comfortable position in his arms.

"Huuhk!"

The dull wet thud, like a hammer being struck on a thick wet towel, resounded louder and louder in the room. The harder Christopher pushed into her, the stronger her hand gripped his body.

Every time that huge p*nis impaled her, Princess Eleanor’s body jerked up and trembled. And at the same time, the heavy bed frame shook slightly.

Princess Eleanor’s breathing quickened as if she was struggling to breathe. But the pleasure coursing through her was immense - like a tsunami crashing onto the dry land. Princess Eleanor closed her eyes as she tried to calm her mind.

But soon Christopher put his hand between her legs this time, and he fumbled as if savouring their connected parts. The hand that had been stroking between her already promiscuous and damp pubic hairs rose a little higher and tapped lightly on her clitoris.

"Don’t close your eyes, Princess. I love to look into them." Christopher told her in a breathless tone. Seeing that she struggled but managed to open her eyes, he surged deeper into her.

"Hah." Princess Eleanor moaned out in a pleasure-filled voice.

"That ... that ..." Princess Eleanor tried to speak but in vain. Words struggled to come out of her mouth and the whole room was only filled with heavy pants and breathing.