Then came his release, a hot, rushing flood of 100% Reinhardt semen that filled her completely, claiming her very womb.

Sprrttt… Sprrrtttt… Sprrrttt… droves and droves of cum released out of him for a long time. He stayed connected inside her, feeling the hot trickles of their mixed fluids seeping out around the edges of his cock and painting the royal sheets beneath them dark.

The two lay there in the mating press position for some time. Minerva's eyes held him, and he hers; both of them continued to look at each other without breaking eye contact.

They were tangled, sweaty, and a mess beside the sleeping king, but that only increased their charm. The room was thick with the musky, primal scent of sex, his scent, marking her, the air, and everything.

Reinhardt was just about to pull out, when she pulled him back in.

"Do you think you can still go on?" Thanks to her title [Empress of Calamity], her womb was like an abyss, irresistible and insatiable.

Reinhardt smiled, "Since I promised to make you wield, I intend to keep my promise".

The woman might have a cheat of her own; however, he too had his [Endless Ardor], power and stamina surged within him, filling his ballsack and cock with renewed vigor.

If she wanted a war of attrition, then he would give her one. After those words, he ceased speaking. He knew that to save the queen, he needed to thoroughly make this other soul of hers submit to him.

And so, he claimed her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss and rolled her onto her side to face the sleeping king.

"Mmmn… Mmmff♥…". His hand did not stay idle and slid between her thighs, finding her already slick vagina that was eager for him.

A few light strokes against her plump butt cheeks later, he guided his cock into her from behind, sheathing his entire thing in her tight, welcoming entrance.

Spoon... This position was intimate, lazy almost, but his thrusts were no fiercer than he was drilling into her in a mating press. He grinded into her deeply, feeling every nook and cranny of her insides.

Reinhardt's rhythm was violent, and the movement rocked the bed, which naturally made the king's body move. Of course, the two of them were too lost in each other's comfort and the pleasure of the act to notice.

Foruth round… fifth round… eighth round… Tenth…

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Time dissolved into a haze of sweat slicked skin, piercing cries, and the relentless, wet sound of their nether region slamming against each other. At some point, the royal bed became a trampoline where a battle of passion was in the midst of being held.

The participants fought with their naked bodies, staining the silken sheets with the evidence of their union. Once the bed was completely soaking wet with their nectar, they moved to the floor.

There, they tumbled and entwined, desperately seeking each other. Reinhardt took her on her hands and knees, her cries echoing off the stone floor as he drove into her.

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On the fifteenth round, they were doing it while seated on the edge of the disheveled bed, the king's face just inches away.

Minerva was at this moment, straddling him, riding him with a slow, agonising grind of her hips that made him see stars. It was the same for her too. The Divine Paladin's was so great that every time it hit her cervix, she would feel an electrifying divinity within her, claiming and making her submit.

"Ahhn~… Aaahh… Shhh… So good!" With one of her hands grabbing Reinhardt's neck for support, she threw her head back, her magnificent breasts jiggling with their coital dance.

The latter watched as she used her own hands to play with her nipples, pinching and pulling at them, making him even hornier.

Then, after a while of doing it inside the chamber, Minerva pointed at the balcony outside.

"My knight, the entire capital sleeps right now, and we are the only ones awake. The outside is positively reviving, you know?"

While she put it as a thought, it was in fact her way of saying let's go out and do it.

Be it inside or outside, he had no qualms. Just like she said, the entire populace was put to sleep; even the ones who were awake were in the throne room, exhausted and battered.

As for those that might be roaming outside, he didn't have to worry about them because of his divine luck. And so, he stood up, lifting her with him while her legs were still locked around his waist in that same intimate connection.

Reinhardt carried her through the archway and out onto the wide balcony. The capital city sprawled below them, a breathtaking sight of silence and lights.

A quiet like this was extremely rare in the capital populated by hundreds of thousands of people. It drove the fact that were awake in this city when all others are sleeping.

The cool night air brushed against their feverish skin. Minerva shuddered in his arms, her tight vaginal walls clenched around him, making the scene around them even more memorable.

Reinhardt leaned her back against the cold, stone balustrade and drove into her with renewed passion. The audacity of doing it in the king's balcony, the exhilaration of exposure, and the sheer ecstasy of fucking the Queen, the object of everyone's reverence, ignited a wild fire inside both of them.

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Twenty fifth… Thirtieth round… The two went at it again and again, each release seemed to only rouse their passion even further.

"Kuh! Cumming!" After he spilled inside her again, his seed dripped down her thighs and onto the stone floor of the balcony, painting it with their scent and memory forever.

For a while, no one said anything. Or rather, they were well past the point where they needed words to communicate with each other. Their bodies connected and twisted in sweet agony were doing the talking for them.

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