enjoyebooks Chapter 653- Training The Queen (4)
Chapter 653- Training The Queen (4)
"You must learn proper grips and adjust them according to the situation."
The Queen nodded.
When Reinhardt displayed the effectiveness of the grip, his arm pressed against the side of her breast.
The bodysuit provided no padding. The soft flesh of her breast compressed against his muscular bicep.
A sharp, pleasurable friction.
When he taught her the basic forward thrust, Reinhardt stood behind her again. He guided her arm.
His body pressed against her back. His hips aligned with hers.
The thick thing she had felt present between his pants a couple of days ago was present again. Now it was more pronounced, pressing firmly into the heart-shaped curve of her ass.
The flexible fabric of her bodysuit transmitted the shape, the heat, the pressure of him perfectly.
"Power does not simply come from your upper body, but from your entire core."
Reinhardt’s words woke her up.
The Queen focused on learning the way of the sword.
Still, she couldn’t help but feel aroused from their intimate training.
Reinhardt’s lips were near her ears. They murmured instructions.
One of his hands was on the practice sword. The other gripped her hip.
When they moved, the motion separated their hips slightly. Then it pressed them together again, mimicking the thrusting motion.
Each push made her ass grind against his hardened length.
Each pull created a tantalizing drag.
"Nnng... Mmmf.... Aaann..."
The Queen’s breath became ragged.
The slick arousal from yesterday had returned. Now it soaked the thin seam of the bodysuit between her legs.
She could feel the wetness, the warmth leaking there.
She was getting wet.
Reinhardt’s training not only strengthened her body, but also her desires.
"Was this really working?"
"[Don’t worry, it is working. Seeing and training you like this, I don’t believe he doesn’t feel anything. Just give it more time]."
Minerva assured.
Just like she said, Reinhardt wasn’t unaffected either.
Although he still kept his mind focused on training, his body was honest when responding to her.
Most importantly, he was fighting the urges of the [Endless Ardor].
The session progressed.
Reinhardt, standing true to his nickname as the demon instructor, was relentless.
Though for the Queen, the experience came across a little differently.
Since she was a total beginner, every correction was hands-on.
When her footwork was sloppy, he crouched and placed his hands on her ankles. Then on her calves, moving her legs into position.
His fingers traced the muscles of her thighs through the suit.
When her posture sagged, he slid a hand up her spine. His palm was flat against the small of her back, then higher, almost to the nape of her neck.
He was thorough, yes. But he was attentive too.
He trained her with full dedication.
The most telling moment was when he demonstrated a parry.
"Your Majesty, you must rotate your core to deflect."
Saying that, he stepped in front of her, then demonstrated the movement.
"Now, try. I will provide resistance."
He held his practice sword horizontally towards her.
The Queen attempted the parry, rotating as instructed.
As she turned, her chest swung toward him.
The bodysuit clad breast brushed, then pressed, against his arm, then against his chest.
The contact was unavoidable.
Her nipple, hard and sensitized, rubbed against the firm muscle of his pectoral.
The sensation sent a jolt through her body. It made her gasp.
"Mmmmfff... N-NNgggg."
Standing so close to her, how could Reinhardt miss her strange reactions.
He could see the flush on her skin. The dilation of her pupils. The quickening of her breath.
Though he quickly shook his head and focused on the present.
That said, the air in the courtyard had turned hot. It was heavy with unsaid need.
They trained for another hour.
Each ’instruction’ somehow became a new opportunity for intimate contact.
Reinhardt’s hands landed on her waist. His thigh was between hers. His chest pressed against her back.
By the end, the Queen was trembling. Not from exertion but from accumulated, focused arousal.
The bodysuit was damp with sweat and her own moisture.
Her nipples were visibly erect. They were outlined unmistakably against the dark fabric.
Her ass, that beautiful heart shape, was now faintly glistening where it had pressed and ground against him.
"Please go through what you have learned, your majesty. In our next class two days from now, we will practice with real swords."
With that, the training for the day ended. It left both parties unsatisfied.
Nightfall. A shadow once again entered the training hall and excitedly checked the device placed there.
"Nooooooo!!!"
Once again, a roar of disappointment echoed in the isolated training hall.
For the next few days, aside from completing his duties as the lord of Snowpoint City, Reinhardt trained his knights. He made plans for the upcoming expedition.
Two days passed by in the blink of an eye.
Reinhardt waited in the isolated training grounds just like usual.
Before long, the Queen stepped onto the ground. She wore that fiercely provocative bodysuit.
However, right after stepping onto the grounds, she frowned. Her brows furrowed, and her mood soured.
Though only for an instant. Her expression smoothed out soon after.
Her eyes moved to her knight. He was holding two slender, blunted steel training swords.
They were real weapons with weight and edge. Though safe for practice.
"Your majesty, today you will use a real sword to acclimate your body to its feel and how it moves with your body."
Reinhardt announced. He handed her one of the swords.
The Queen took the cold weapon in her grip.
It was heavy and totally different from the wooden swords she had been practicing with.
"Let’s start."
"Wait a moment."
The Queen gestured at him with her hand to stop.
Then she called out in her mind.
"[Minerva]."
"[On it, don’t worry, those devices won’t be able to record anything. I will destroy them just like always]."
The reason why the queen frowned as soon as she stepped into the training ground was because of the many recording devices placed in the training ground.
Needless to say, this was the handiwork of the foolish king.
It seemed that after two failed attempts, he chose to surreptitiously place more devices in case one failed.
Minerva’s voice assured her. She focused her mind back on the training.
The third lesson began with a simple guard stance.
"Your majesty, this is not a wooden sword. Your elbow needs to be more aligned."
Reinhardt was behind her. His left hand supported her upper arm, and his right arm was on her wrist.
When they moved, his front pressed into her back. His hips slammed into her.
The Queen felt the familiar thick pressure of his hard thing. It settled into the cleft of her ass.
This time as they stayed in the same stance, she felt it more clearly.
The contour of his erection, the heat, feel, and its pulse.
Of course, the clothes were still a barrier. However, due to their proximity, this feeling was minimal.
Of course, Reinhardt could feel her arousal too.
The throbbing pulse of the mounds. The way she clenched the wetness between her thighs.
It all evidently fueled his desire too.
True, his body was desiring her. There was no helping it.
However, even during the intimate moments, he did not ignore his duty to teach her.
"Now, we will perform a lateral step."
He stepped back and moved to a new position.
Guided by him, the Queen performed the lateral step.
As she stepped, his own foot intervened. It slid between her legs from the front.
His thigh pressed directly against the inner seam of her bodysuit. Against her damp, heated mound.
The friction was electrifying.
"Anng~"
Unable to hold it, a moan leaked out of her.
"Your majesty, this is one of the most basic stances."
As he said that, he tried to keep his mind straight.
However, a nefarious fire was burning within his body.
He kept his thigh in between her legs. He applied pressure as the Queen tried to hold the stance.
The sensitive flesh of her inner lips, already swollen, compressed against the firm muscle of his leg.
The touch was far more intimate than anything.
As time passed by, the training intensified.
Reinhardt guided her in every step.
When she attempted a cut, he corrected her follow-through by placing his hand flat on her lower back. Then sliding it down, over the heart-shaped curve of her ass, to grip the back of her thigh.
During motion, his fingers once crept higher. They brushed the very underside of her buttock accidentally.
Of course, such accidents were inevitable. But due to his Divine Luck, the frequency of such increased whether he liked it or not.
Once during a defensive posture, his palm cupped the lower curve of her breast. His fingers touched her sensitive flesh.
"Nnng... Mmmf." The Queen suppressed her moans. The nipple trapped under his palm through the suit tingled sharply, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core.