The infernal hounds were nothing in front of Reinhardt or the band of elite knights that he led. Soon, they were all dispatched.
Nevertheless, thanks to the intense exercise and their lower bodies rubbing against each other through the thin fabric, it evoked a different kind of erotic sensation.
A kind that flamed their lusts to unknown heights.
"Kuhhh~ I'm cumming♥" Unable to hold the pleasurable sensation any longer, Verdia came. She was limp against him, her breathing ragged, her body warm and soft like jelly that was unable to support its own weight.
"Commander, we finished the monsters. We can move on with our journey now." Bob's voice pulled Reinhardt from the haze of [Endless Ardor].
The latter gave a sharp nod "Form up, let's move".
He expertly maneuvered his horse, positioning it in such a way that their backs were to the party, shielding Verdia's spent, trembling form from view.
The rest of the journey was an uneventful one and filled with tense silence.
GALLOP... GALLOP
The galloping hoofs of the horses were the only sound that rang out, a reminder of their earlier passion.
Thanks to the [Endless Ardor], Reinhardt was still hard and throbbingly hard, something that Verdia could feel painfully clearly.
Right as when the sun was about to go down, the order stopped in front of a small brook and set up camps.
As soon as the horses stopped, Verdia Verdia moved. She scrambled down from the saddle with a swiftness that made her earlier lethargy seem like a lie.
Without a single glance back, she hurried toward one of the covered carriages and vanished inside.
For the rest of the night, she stayed in, only coming out during times when the servants prepared her meal.
Reinhardt tried to approach her with a guilty conscience, but he never got a chance to talk with her. And so the night rolled in, and everybody retired to the camps.
.
The next day, the sun had barely crested the horizon when Reinhardt and his convoy were ready to move.
To his surprise, Verdia sat on the same horse as him again. No one found it unusual after all, to others she appeared to be learning to ride the horse.
"Verdia…" Reinhardt called out, wanting to clear the air from yesterday. However, before he could, he was silenced by a finger that was pressing onto his lips.
"Move." That was all she said and straddled his horse.
Today, she was not in riding trousers. Instead, she wore a simple, sun bleached white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the voluptuous valley between her breasts, and a long, flowing skirt of a light, thin fabric that swayed around her calves.
The back of the shirt was cut low, revealing the elegant, smooth plane of her back, and the skirt… it was long but at the same time promiscuously low for riding a horse.
Reinahrdt shook away the distracting thoughts and mounted the horse in one swift motion.
With the horses' neigh, they set off again.
The moment the two of them settled into the saddle, the game began anew. Reinhardt glanced at the woman sitting in front of him; her thin skirt provided a shocking lack of separation. He could feel the curve of her buttocks, the shape of her cleft, with a clarity that left nothing to the imagination.
When the horse moved, it was the continuation of the previous day; no, it was even more aggressive than before. No longer was it the same novice riding, Verdia moved with a deliberate, slow rhythm, grinding circles with her hips, pressing the heat of her plump lower lips against the stiffness poking against his pants.
Her aggressive and mischievous actions were enough to trigger the [Endless Ardor] again. Reason didn't just fly away; it was incinerated. A guttural sound escaped Reinhardt, and he urged his horse forward, breaking away from the group so as to not let others know what they were up to.
The wind brushed past them. He grabbed her soft hips and rocked his own pelvis upward, meeting her movements thrust for thrust.
"?" Suddenly, he felt a new sensation. Her hand, delicate and smooth, slipped between them and was unfastening his belt.
"What are you doing?" he called out in alarm, but all he got in reply was a 'Shhh'.
With a swift, confident motion, she undid the buckle and the zipper. With nothing holding it back, his mighty and large erection sprang free.
The coldness of her hand felt ecstatic on his burning skin.
Then, with a grace that stole his breath, she lifted herself slightly and settled back down, not on the saddle, but directly onto him. The smooth, fleshy warmth of her inner thighs and the impossibly soft globes of her ass now nestling his shaft was beyond blissful.
"So big♥…" Verdia bit her nails, drooling from the corner of her mouth every time that big dick rubbed against her panties.
She squeezed her thighs together, the muscles tightening around him, letting her feel every pulsing inch of his cock.
Reinhardt responded to her whimsy with slow and deliberate movements, letting her clearly feel what she was riding. He let the powerful gait of the horse do most of the work, each step creating a rolling, sensual friction that made her eyes flutter closed.
"God… why does it feel so good♥"…
He felt Verdia's climax building again, a tension that manifested in the way her body clenched around him, tighter and tighter.
Soon, a hot, wet warmth spread over his skin as she came, her juices soaking through her panties and onto him.
The scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, filled the air. Reinhardt used the slickness, to grind himself against her more thoroughly now.
The thin silk of her soaked panties now painted a perfect, vivid picture of the shape of her vagina, her labia, and the hidden nub of her clitoris.
GUCHU… GUCHU… GUCHU…
The soft, wet sounds of their movement were a secret that only the two of them shared.
Just as they were about to go for their second peak, Arthur called from behind.
"Mother!"
Freeze
Verdia's body went rigid; she then instantly smoothened her expression and arranged her long skirt, covering their joined laps completely, hiding the sinful connection from view.
The horse slowed, allowing the carrige to pull alongside.
"W-What is it, my son?" she asked, her voice remarkably steady, though he who was joined with her right now could feel the fine tremor running through her.
"Hehe, Mom you look so cool riding the horse. It feels like you have mastered riding it"…
"Y-Yeah is that so… kuhhh~" She stifled a moan as Reinhardt, unable to help himself, gave a slight, teasing thrust of his hips beneath the cover of her skirt.
"Well, I am certainly riding it♥"
GUCHU… GUCHU... even as her butt moved, she managed to somehow answer with a straight face.
"Certainly, it looks like the madam has gotten the hang of riding" the knights commented unaware of what was going on underneath that skirt of hers.
"Son, stay in the carriage, your mom needs to learn riding the horse"…
"Okay, good luck Mom".
Reinhardt fastened the reins and his stallion leaped forward, once again striding ahead of the party.
It wasn't unusual for the Commander of the order to stride ahead, as such their deliberate attempt of speeding did not raise any suspicion.
The moment they were alone, his hands came up, sliding under her open shirt to claim her voluptuous breasts. They were tantalisingly soft and full in his palms, and her nipples, they were a squishy delight to play with.
Verdia moaned, her own hands came up to cover his, pressing it harder against her nipples, refusing to let him pull away.
And then he felt it. A warm, wet sensation on his fingers. He glanced down. A single, pearly drop of liquid squeezed out of the tip of her nipple and smeared across his thumb.
Breast milk!! The dual assault of pleasure had caused her to lactate.
Acting on pure instinct, he brought his wet finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. The taste was sweet, rich, and uniquely hers.
"It's good!!"
The impulsive, gruff admission made her blush a deep, furious red. She looked down at her open shirt, at her exposed breasts glistening with a few pearly drops of milk, and with a look of sparked curiosity, she brought her own fingers to a nipple, collecting a droplet of milk and bringing it to her own lips.
The sight was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. With his inner fire lit, he gave a guttural growl, and pistoned his hips pistoned strongly, driving his aching cock against her vagina that was separated by only a slick fabric .
"Kuhh~… not so fast… I-I'm cumming♥♥♥" She climaxed, her juices poured over his pants, her skirt and on top of the horse.
However, thanks to the trait [Endless Ardor] that also affected his partner, she was far from done. Her hips began moving again, seeking, hungry for more.