Chapter 490: Chapter 490- Face Reveal

Every step that the knight took, made his pelvis rock back and forth; the motion caused his dick to grind against her cunt in a lubricious fashion.

Solaris III had the most obscene and beautiful view he had ever witnessed. The powerful, retreating back of his captain, and the flawless, bouncing curves of his wife’s rear, wrapped around the man’s hips, the place where their bodies joined, glistening in the light streaming from the balcony.

The knight who had broad shoulders, golden hair, and a body that could only be described as the work of a god, carried her through the archway, getting further and further away.

At that moment, the king’s mind screamed. Not so far! If they go so far away, he won’t be able to see them.

Don’t go far, I need to see! It was a silent, desperate command. However, too bad for him, there was no one to listen to him in this dream realm.

Be that as it may, the prison that bound him permitted one mercy: his head that was arched to the side from all the heavy exercise the couple committed on top of the bed. Thanks to that, although not perfect, he could still see their figure on the balcony.

He could see them outlined against the dark sky with the glittering city below. On the balcony, he could see his wife unwinding herself. Her legs which were wrapped around the knight’s waist, slid down until her feet touched the cold stone.

Then she slowly stepped away, their most intimate parts disconnecting with a slow, blissful grind. After that, she pushed the knight until he was leaning against the balustrade and whispered something to his ears again.

Damn secrecy! The king cursed, desperate to know what they were saying. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait as the answer presented itself the next instant.

The knight scooped his wife up, carrying her off the ground. Though this time, they did not join from their hips; instead, the knight turned her upside down. In this position, his hands were gripping her hips tightly, while her legs were hooked across his shoulder and around his neck.

Her slick entrance was right in front of the knight’s face. Simultaneously, her own head descended toward his groin. This was a standing 69.

The visual was so that the King’s breath caught in his throat. The audacity. The sheer, terrifying intimacy and the difficulty of performing such an act. The thrill from all the combined emotions assaulted him.

From his view, he saw the knight’s tongue enter into his wife’s exposed entrance while the latter dipped her head down, her mouth opening as she took his thick cock into her mouth.

Soon, the balcony descended into a sight of debauchery. The knight worked his tongue with a ruthless, devoted precision. He licked the broad, flat stripes from her entrance to the tight furl of her rear before zeroing in on the swollen, aching bud of her clit.

He sucked it into his mouth, and she responded with a violent shudder of her body. At the same time, her lips engulfed his manhood as she deep throated the cock in her mouth.

The king watched, enraptured by the scene. While he didn’t have that up close view like before, it was exciting in its way.

The way the knight ate his wife’s cunt, the way her inner muscles fluttered with each flick and plunge. The way a fresh trickle of her desire leaked out of her, squirting in the knight’s face.

It was not just the latter who was doing all the work; his wife too began to grind the other party’s cock in a slow, sensational manner that caused the knight’s face to twist in pleasure, his expression saying he wanted more.

Wait... Expression!!? Finally, the haze covering the knight’s face was gone, and he could finally peer at the anonymous knight.

The moment the knight’s face was revealed, the time for the king seemed to have come to a still.

Truth be told, he had a faint inkling as to the identity of the knight since not many knights had hair that shone with the color of liquid gold, less with a physique as divine as that. Coupled with his wife’s manner of calling the knight ’My Knight’, it was obvious who the man could be.

There was only a single man in the entire kingdom who matched the description. Commander of the Temple of Light, a level 10 Hero and heir to the Arcknight nobility, Reinhardt Arcknight.

Still, the revelation of the knight’s face was shocking to him. It just made all the actions committed by his wife and the knight more real.

Solaris the Third knew that this was a dream and that the knight before him was just the fiction of his imagination. Nevertheless, seeing that face was like a physical blow, a cold lance through his heart.

The man he’d entrusted with the safety of his kingdom, one of the heroes known as the last defender of humanity.

Seeing the face of Reinhardt, it just made his intentions for having such a dream clear. While he was indeed a little annoyed by the fact that his wife the Queen favoured the Divine Paladin, to think that he would have an obscene dream involving the both of them in such an illicit affair.

It showed how much he wanted his wife to be taken by the knight before him. The realisation and pain only lasted for a fleeting moment before turning into a searing thrill that shot straight to his groin.

The ache there, the persistent, humiliating throb that had been his companion throughout this torment, intensified into a sharp, demanding pulse.

Reinhardt. Of course, it had to be Reinhardt. The strongest and the perfect knight. In fact, the man was so enviously handsome that in terms of ranking, he would be top three or even one among the most handsome men in the kingdom; no, the entire world.