She turned her body, his thick, hard cock poking against her stomach, an intense swirl in her eyes.
"It doesn’t matter to how many won you have in the future, but I—your master—should always be your number one lover, top priority, and first wife in case we get married in the future."
This is what I was talking about. She can be crazy—but Seraphine was much more understanding than I had thought. I couldn’t believe it for quite a while and kept thinking she was planning to target the woman when I introduced the woman to her. But it seems she really was being honest.
She only wanted to be my number one and first wife. That’s so cute. How can I not love such an understanding wife with all my heart?
Then sothing ca to Leon’s mind—sothing he had forgotten to do for a while—and now felt like the perfect mont.
There could be no other ti more perfect than this.
He sat up on the bed and made her do the sa. Seraphine looked confused as to why he made her sit up beside him.
"Give your hand," Leon said softly.
Seraphine blinked. She lifted her hand toward him, still confused by what he was suddenly trying to do.
Leon took it gently, cradling it in both of his hands. He reached down with one hand and pulled off the red gemstone ring he always wore—deep crimson, warm to the touch, the tal etched with quiet magic. She recognized it instantly.
Her eyes widened slightly. "Leon...?"
Not because she recognized the treasure, but because she knew what it ant to put a ring on a lady’s finger. And she knew exactly which finger he was going to choose.
"I should’ve done this sooner. Besides, I don’t need the ring. I already considered you my first wife," he murmured, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "This is yours now."
He slid the ring onto her finger, the gem catching what little light remained in the sky above.
"As long as this is in your hand, you’re mine. Not just tonight. Not just here," he said, voice steady. "But always. In this life, and the next."
Seraphine stared at it—then at him—her throat tightening. "You’re... marrying ."
Leon t her eyes. "There’s no temple. No priest. But I don’t need anyone else to make it real. You do. I do. That’s enough."
She smiled faintly, her eyes glistening with emotion. "So it’s a vow."
"It is," he whispered, pulling her closer. "And I won’t ever break it."
Seraphine held her hand up, admiring the way the red gemstone shimred on her finger. "You know this ans I was never letting you go anyway... not as my only disciple, not as the person I love and raised. But now—" she looked up at him, eyes fierce and warm, "—now I’m your first wife. I know there will be others..."
Her voice softened, but her gaze stayed sharp.
"But I’ll always be the one who stood beside you first. The one who made you who you are. And no matter how many follow, they’ll all rember one thing."
Leon raised a brow. "What’s that?"
She smiled—a slow, confident curve. "That I claid you first. And I’ll always co first. Your first wife."
Leon chuckled under his breath, brushing a hand through her hair. "They won’t forget," he said, leaning in, lips brushing her cheek. "I’ll make sure of it."
She tugged him down into a kiss, slow and deep, filled with sothing more than just heat. Their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling.
"You’re mine forever, Leon. This ring just made witness to it."
"I love you," she whispered, voice cracking slightly.
Leon’s eyes softened. "And I love you... My wife."
The silence that followed wasn’t still. The tension between them blood again—thick and electric. Her legs slid apart. His hand cupped her face. Neither of them needed to say another word.
Leon kissed her hard this ti, possessively, and pushed her back down onto the sheets. Her body welcod him instinctively, legs parting as his hand slid between her thighs.
"You’re already wet," he murmured.
"I’ve been ready since the mont I saw you," she breathed. "Please, my husband..."
Leon positioned himself at her entrance, his cock thick, long, veiny, and pulsing with anticipation. He rubbed the head slowly along her soaked slit, spreading her juices across his length. Her pussy clenched in response, aching for him.
"Say it again," he whispered, pressing just the head inside her tight folds.
She gasped, eyes fluttering. "I love you... My husband."
With that, he drove into her—slow and deep—burying his cock inch by inch until her tight, slick pussy had swallowed him completely.
Schlick... slap... squelch...
"F-Fuck," Seraphine moaned, her head tilting back. "You feel so thick... so deep..."
Her inner walls clenched around him like they were trying to keep him inside, her pussy gripping every inch of his cock with need.
Leon leaned over her, grinding his hips forward, making her feel every ridge, every vein. "You were made for ," he growled into her ear. "Look at how tight you are around your husband."
She moaned louder, wrapping her arms around his back, nails scratching at his skin.
Slap! Slap! Schlick!
He thrust deeper, harder, filling her again and again, her pussy clenching with every stroke. The room filled with wet, filthy sounds—the rhythmic slaps of skin, her whimpers, his groans.
"My wife..." he whispered as he pinned her wrists above her head, "I’m going to fuck you until your body forgets how to let go of ."
"Y-Yes... please, Leon! Harder! Just love —don’t stop—!"
Their bodies moved together, hips eting again and again, her inner walls squeezing his cock like a vice with every climax that hit her. She ca multiple tis beneath him, legs trembling, breath lost.
And still, he didn’t stop.
He flipped her over, pulled her hips up, and entered her from behind in one sharp thrust—slap!
She cried out, gripping the sheets. "So deep! I can feel you in my stomach—ahh!"
Leon leaned over her, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip as he pounded into her tight pussy, her slickness making a ss of his cock with each thrust.
"You’re mine," he growled.
"All yours!" she moaned. "Yours, my husband! I love you—I love you!"
When she finally ca one last ti, her pussy spasd violently around him, her legs giving out as she collapsed beneath him, face buried in the pillow, gasping.
Leon grunted and thrust in hard, burying his cock to the hilt as he ca—thick, hot ropes spilling deep inside her, filling her until it leaked out around him.
Her body was limp, trembling, her breath uneven, skin flushed, eyes fluttering shut with a blissful smile on her lips.
She’d passed out.
Leon stayed over her, panting, his cock still twitching inside her warm, soaked pussy. He kissed the back of her shoulder, then pulled her into his arms.
"I love you, my wife," he whispered.
And this ti, he let her sleep—his thick cock finally at rest, wrapped in the woman he had vowed to love forever.
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