The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 487: Chapter 487- Solaris III’s Nightmare Or Delight? (3)

The pooling in his lower abdomen made it impossible for him not to feel his own erection.

No. Not this. Not for this. He tried to come up with some excuse, any reasoning to deny the emotions he was feeling right now. However, the nightmare showed him no mercy.

The scene shifted and reformed again. Now, the Queen was on her hands and knees, just a few inches away from his side. Thanks to that, Solaris the third had a wonderful, no, hellish view of the knight positioning himself, of his thick, rigid cock rubbing the slick entrance of his wife.

They were so close that he could practically imagine the sound the touching of their privates was making.

The king’s breath hitched in his paralyzed chest. This angle was even more vulgar, more degrading than before. He could see everything, the folds of her vagina, the head of the cock entering in and out, the glistening nectar evidence of their passion.

Everything, down to the way his wife’s body jolted with each thrust, was seared in his eyes.

Suddenly, the Queen’s face turned toward him, her cheek pressed into the duvet. Her eyes were open, glowing with a strange pink light, and she was looking right at him. At that moment, a smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

However, it was just for a second before her eyes closed in pleasure.

Was she looking at him? Did she just smile? This was supposed to be a dream. Why of all things would he imagine her smiling towards him?

Questions stormed his mind, and he felt shame from imagining his own wife, his Queen getting embraced by another man.

That said, aside from all these emotions, there was another more dark, primal feeling burning in his veins. His cock was fully hard now, aching with a need that horrified him.

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The king watched, at some unknown point in time, he became mesmerized by the scene. The knight’s thrusts, which were like a relentless piston, pounding at the most intimate area of his wife.

The release was like a violent eruption of a volcano, the soundless roar of animalistic triumph as the latter buried himself deep into her cunt, surely spilling all of his seed inside her.

Trails of pearly white liquid began to overflow from her vagina, tracing a path down to her inner thigh and then onto the bed sheet. It was the mark of another man’s possession; it made his heart shatter like cracks in a mirror and something else bud in its depths.

It was not hatred or rage, but something nefarious.

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The scene changed again, but the dream didn’t stop. It was like a relentless parade of his own torment. He saw his wife, dripping with the knight’s cum, scoop a finger around a droplet and bring it to her mouth and taste it.

He saw her arch her head towards the knight’s pelvis, taking him into her mouth until she choked herself. It made his stomach clench and his cock throb at the same time.

The bobbing of her head and trembling of the bed were the only things in the room, a soundless symphony of his own cuckolding.

Enough!! The king cried out, he felt like if he watched anymore, something within him would snap, and he would no longer be the same person again... ever.

Nevertheless, the nightmare continued. The scene dissolved and twisted again. This time, the knight lay on the bed, his head on the pillow next to him.

The king had every right to be mad, to be absolutely crazy at the audacity of a mere subject to lay his head and screw his wife on the very bed he slept on. Though in the end, the rage never surfaced, and Solaris the third slowly found himself getting thrilled by their action.

In his vision, his wife, the Queen, was straddling the knight, pressing her wet, slick pussy towards his mouth.

The king had a perfect view of the action and the performers in front of him. He could see the plump buttocks of his wife, of that of her dripping core, the knight’s hands as they roughly toyed with her, and the techniques of his tongue.

Even without sound, he could practically hear her moans, deep and sonorous, eliciting a nefarious fire within him.

Then all of a sudden, he saw her folds clench, her insides squirm around the knight’s tongue. She was close. Her body began to quiver like a beautiful picture of pleasure. The orgasm hit, and she cried out, squirting juices that were greedily devoured by the knight.

Her body, as she reeled through the afterglow of their carnal activity, never looked as mesmerising and beguiling as now.

A while later, with the waves subsiding, she moved again; her movement was sinful and amorous. His wife straddled the knight and rubbed her hips high enough so that he could have a perfect view of it.

There... Solaris the third saw it, the knight’s cock, glistening with a slurry of liquid, hard and ready with its tip poking at her folds. The next second, without a word, she sank his hips down onto it, taking the entire thing within her with an ecstatic expression on her face.

With a front row seat, he got the best view. The big bulging cock entering his wife, her pussy stretching apart like ({}), the sway of her breasts, and finally the grinding of their flesh that took away his breath.

Before he knew, the King found himself more and more immersed in the scene, unable to veer his eyes away.

The Queen’s stomach fluttered as she rode the knight, her hands reached out, caressing the knight’s golden hair. Then her body arched forward, meeting the latters lips in a passionate kiss.

Their mouth move as well as their bodies. The movements of their hips when they slammed onto each other, the slickness of their conjoined parts.

It was all a thrilling view...