Reynard advanced toward Eleanor with a wicked smile on his face.
His body was full of intense energy, a mixture of desire and anticipation. He looked at her with hungry eyes, feeling his pulse quicken as he approached her.
His eyes shone with clear ulterior motives. A part of him was doing this to test the flames, and the other part of him was simply giving in to temptation.
He was still a man, after all...
Eleanor retreated slightly, but could not escape Reynard's grasp, finding herself pinned beneath his body. In the depths of her eyes, it was possible to see the glow of desire.
She felt uncertain and, at the same time, drawn to the intensity of the moment. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, and her breath was caught between nervousness and excitement.
This felt so wrong, but something inside her was telling her not to care and just enjoy the moment.
Wasn't this what she had wanted all along?
"Master Reynard..."
"If you are worried about your stability in this castle, you don't need to be." When Reynard finally got close enough, he whispered in her ear, sliding a hand across her stomach, gripping her waist.
Eleanor let out a soft sigh upon feeling his strong hands on her waist. She had forgotten that sensation. She was conflicted.
Initially, her intention was to use her body as a means to secure her life and her daughter's in the castle. But when Reynard clearly pointed out his intention, she felt guilty and dirty. Now, hearing that she didn't need to do this, she felt even more divided between continuing or interrupting Reynard's advances.
"If you don't want to do this, we still have time to stop." Reynard whispered, but his fingertips were already exploring every inch of Eleanor's upper chest, tracing paths of fire over the soft, silky skin of her cleavage.
Eleanor felt a shiver take over her body. She was losing control.
Her husband had been her first and only man, but after his death, she was left alone. Being touched like this by another man made Eleanor feel a delicious thrill and a slight feeling of guilt.
"I want to."
Throwing caution to the wind, she stopped thinking about these things. Her hands began to anxiously seek Reynard, wanting to feel every part of his body against hers. Her agile fingers were tangled in his hair, while he handled her breasts more assertively over the fabric of her dress.
"Mmm..." Biting her lips, Eleanor contained her small moans.
Reynard felt the softness melting in his hands, molding with his every squeeze.
'Oh God!' Eleanor couldn't take it anymore. Her mouth opened like a small fish looking for water, and her intention was very clear. She brought her face closer to Reynard's, her eyes cloudy as she silently pleaded for a kiss.
Reynard did not think twice, bringing his face closer to hers and sealing their lips in a hot, lingering kiss.
"Mhm..."
Eleanor let out a muffled moan, using both hands to hold his cheeks. Before Reynard could react, he felt Eleanor's tongue making its way, invading his mouth.
Eleanor's lips were soft. He felt as if he were touching soft, warm clouds. Not wanting to be outdone, his hands became bolder.
The pink flame atop her head was now as bright as the sun on a summer day, but neither of them couldn't care less. Eleanor felt she was losing control of her thoughts, lust taking over her being.
As if in a battle, their tongues intertwined, vying for dominance, their saliva merging in an intoxicating dance.
Reynard pulled the rest of her dress strap down, exposing her full, soft, pale breasts. They were perfectly round, almost defying gravity, with a subtle, natural curve. Her light-pink nipples stiffened slightly, revealing her inner turbulence. The curves of her breasts merged smoothly with her slender collarbone, creating a soft, feminine silhouette.
"Ah! Oh, goddess..." Eleanor's voice was almost inaudible. Her face was flushed, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she struggled to maintain control over her body's reactions.
Despite this, she seemed famished, her hot breath blowing against his mouth. Her two hands on his face slid down, caressing Reynard's chest as they ended the kiss. A silver thread of saliva connected the two.
She didn't look the least bit embarrassed now. Her gaze shone with excitement and something deeper, more primitive.
"It's not fair that I'm the only one without clothes..." Eleanor purred, wanting to pull off Reynard's shirt, but Reynard grabbed her hands.
"Why are you in such a hurry? We have all night." He chuckled, looking at her exposed breasts with a hungry gaze.
They were truly large. Her rosy areola and exposed nipples made her look like a painted portrait. Their round shape seemed perfect, the skin around her nipples bumpy.
"They really are beautiful..." Reynard clicked his tongue, tasting their previous kiss on his lips.
Reaching out and grasping her right breast, he squeezed gently. The breasts were so large they slipped between his fingers. It was impossible for Reynard to cover them with one hand, feeling their soft, warm skin.
"Mm..." Eleanor let out a moan. She felt a shiver run through her body with his touch.
"You're making this old woman shy..." She purred. Her nipples, hardened by the cold air of the room and the stimulation of Reynard's hands, were a visible expression of her excitement.
It was the first time another man had touched her like this after so long. And she didn't want to admit it, but she was loving every second of it.
"You are teasing me, Master Reynard..." She purred, her hot breath playfully blowing against his face.
"And you are enjoying this, aren't you?" Reynard laughed, bringing his face closer, kissing her red lips again while massaging her breasts with his hands, providing constant stimulation.
Eleanor let out small, muffled moans. She couldn't hold back anymore, pushing him onto the bed in a bold move, reversing their positions.
"Now it's my turn." Saying this, she undid the knot of her dress behind her back, letting it slide down her body, falling to the floor at her feet.
With the room's illumination, Eleanor's body was completely exposed before him now. Her perfect curves. She was like a sculpture, her mature figure containing the exact proportions.
Her hips were wide enough to be grabbed, and her legs were long enough to play with the imagination. Despite being large, her breasts were proportional, and the fat was beautifully spread in all the right places.
Eleanor used a hand to cover her intimate area, staring at Reynard lying on the bed with a flushed expression. She was feeling a little insecure about being naked in front of him like this.
"What do you think of my body?" Eleanor whispered, a hint of shyness appearing in her eyes.
She couldn't be blamed. It was the first time she had been naked in front of another man after so long. She had forgotten that thrill running through her body.
"Perfect..." Reynard was a little stunned by her appearance and replied simply, stunned.
Her mature figure was truly incredible. Every curve looked so luscious...
"He is all yours..." Eleanor smiled sweetly, tracing the curves of his body while provoking him with her gaze.
Reynard felt his lower body burning, and he couldn't wait any longer.
Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her to him.
"Kyaa!"
Letting out a small cry of surprise, Eleanor's body fell on top of him. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, deforming temptingly with the pressure. She felt exposed, yet somehow safe, all at the same time.
Her eyes fixed on his, wide and bright, like a cornered bird. She opened her red lips, coquetting: "Come get what belongs to you."
Her hands slid across his abdomen. Reynard held his breath as he felt her hand gripping the bulk of his masculinity over his clothing.
'This woman...'
"I don't like the idea of having to take. You are my maid; I will leave the work to you."
He never thought Eleanor had such a seductive side, but he didn't rule out the hypothesis that she might be influenced by the flame above her head, which glowed with a pink intensity.
"Your wish is my command, Master..." Lazily positioning herself between his knees as they both lay on the bed, Eleanor's hands helped him remove his clothes with agility and eagerness.
She quickly threw his pants onto the floor, her expression surprised as she looked at Reynard's hard shaft pointed toward the sky.
"This..." Eleanor swallowed hard, her eyes clouding with lust.
She was kneeling on the bed, between Reynard's legs, so her view was privileged. That shaft was right before her eyes and looked imposing, as if it could support the heavens.
It was the first time she had seen something like this. Not even her late husband... She didn't want to think about that now.
"Don't just stare." Reynard admonished with a wicked smile.
Hearing this, Eleanor nodded her head and reached out her delicate hands, grasping the base of the shaft with an eager expression.
Enveloping the shaft with her hand, she began to stimulate him slowly, the movements going up and down as she looked at him with a lewd gaze. She felt it pulse against her hand as if it had a life of its own.
"It's warm..." She whispered, bringing her face closer to the head of the shaft, letting her tongue peek out, wanting to taste.
Reynard watched as she continued to stimulate him, following the movements of her hand, exploring his length completely. Her nails scraped his thighs in a silent protest.
"Mmm, this is going to be so good... The night is just beginning." She deepened the stimulation before taking him in her mouth.
"Mmmph..."