After the eventful encounter on the rooftop, Leon and Seraphine made their way back through the city streets. The walk ho was quiet, both of them processing the day’s events in their own ways.
Once they reached their house, they made their way through the familiar halls until they arrived at their bedroom. The space felt like a sanctuary after all the chaos and drama they had witnessed.
Leon closed the door behind them and let out a long breath. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of evening light filtering through the windows.
"What a day," he said, running a hand through his silver hair as he looked at Seraphine.
Seraphine settled onto the edge of their bed, her athyst eyes reflecting on everything that had transpired. The battle with the abyssal monster, the aftermath with Loriel, and eting Aurelia—it had been quite overwhelming.
"That girl really is sothing else," she comnted, clearly referring to Loriel. "I’ve never seen soone cry over such minor injuries."
Leon nodded, loosening his shirt as he moved around the room. The privacy of their bedroom allowed them both to finally relax and speak freely about what they had witnessed, away from the prying eyes and complex politics of their earlier encounters.
The mysterious eting Aurelia had arranged for the next day still lingered in his thoughts. Still, for now, he was content to be alone with Seraphine in the comfort of their own space.
Leon undid the last of his buttons and slipped off his shirt, tossing it onto the chair by the window. He rolled his shoulders, tension gradually leaving his body. "We should wash this day off," he murmured, glancing toward the adjoining bath chamber.
Seraphine stood, her dark-lavender hair spilling over her shoulders. "That sounds perfect," she said softly. The exhaustion in her voice didn’t hide the warmth in her eyes as she followed him inside. Even after today... being near him like this still makes my heart race.
The bathroom was large, built with polished stone and enchanted pipes that kept water endlessly hot. Leon twisted the golden handle, and a steady stream poured down from the overhead spout, steaming the air within monts. The mist clung to their skin, wrapping the room in a hazy intimacy.
Without speaking, Seraphine reached for the ties of her clothes. Piece by piece, the fabric fell away until she stood bare before him, her skin glistening faintly in the rising humidity. Leon’s gaze lingered on her, drinking in the smooth lines of her body, the soft curves that only seed to grow more tempting in the mist.
She t his eyes and gave a small, knowing smile. "You’re staring."
"I always do," he answered, pulling down his trousers and stepping free of them. His cock hung thick and heavy, and the way her eyes briefly flicked downward before returning to his face sent a shiver of heat through the air. Gods... even limp it looks monstrous, Seraphine thought, her thighs pressing together unconsciously. And I want it inside again.
They stepped beneath the cascade of water together. The warmth enveloped them, soaking their hair, sliding over bare skin, and carrying the last remnants of battle away. Leon reached for a bar of soap, but when Seraphine’s hand brushed his, they both froze.
For a heartbeat, neither moved. The sound of falling water filled the silence, but it was drowned out by the way their eyes locked—silver into athyst.
The tension snapped.
Leon dropped the soap and pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers. Their kiss was hungry, desperate, as if the long day had finally pushed them past restraint. Seraphine lted into him, arms winding around his neck, pressing her wet body flush against his. I need him... I don’t care how exhausted I am—I need him right now.
The water coursed over them, but neither noticed. Their mouths moved with urgency, tongues tangling, soft moans echoing off the stone walls. Leon’s hands road her slick skin, gripping her waist, sliding down to her hips. Seraphine gasped into the kiss, then kissed him harder, her fingers tangling in his dripping hair.
"My husband..." she whispered breathlessly between kisses.
Leon smirked, lips brushing her ear before he kissed her neck. "My wife."
Her body trembled under his touch, every nerve alive. Their kiss deepened again, wetter and more desperate, their breathing ragged. The shower washed over them as if blessing their union. Still, inside the mist, the world had already narrowed to just the two of them—bare, vulnerable, and utterly consud by each other.
The kiss broke at last, both of them panting, foreheads pressed together, water cascading down their flushed skin. Seraphine’s gaze dropped, and her breath caught when she felt it—his cock, thick and heavy, pressing insistently against her stomach.
She slid her hands down, wrapping both around the shaft. Even with both palms, she could barely circle its girth. The sheer weight of it throbbed against her touch, veins pulsing under her fingers. It’s so big... it feels alive.
Her eyes widened slightly, lips parting. "It’s... bigger than before," she whispered, half in awe, half in disbelief.
For an instant, there was a flicker of hesitation—a shadow of fear at how his length and thickness dwarfed her delicate hands. How could I possibly take this? Will it even fit? But it was gone as quickly as it ca, replaced by a glimr of excitent, of hunger. No—I want to try. I want to please him. I want him to see how much I love him.
When her athyst eyes lifted back to his, the hesitation was gone. Only desire remained.
Without another word, she sank slowly to her knees, the water streaming down her back as she brought his cock level with her lips. She stroked him with both hands, her fingers sliding up and down his slick shaft. The heat radiating from him made her thighs clench together. It’s heavy... it doesn’t even fit in my grip... gods, Leon, what are you doing to ?
Leon smirked faintly, watching her. "Go on, my wife."
Her breath trembled as she leaned in and pressed a kiss against the swollen tip. His cock twitched in her grip, and she let out a soft, almost reverent sound. Then her tongue flicked out, tasting the bead of pre-cum at the slit before she wrapped her lips around the head.
Slrp... mmph...
Her mouth stretched wide as she began to work him in, inch by inch, her hands stroking what her lips couldn’t manage. Drool and water mixed, dripping down his length, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder.
Leon groaned above her, one hand resting on her wet hair, guiding her movents. Her lips are like fire... warm, soft, perfect. She’s learning so quickly. "That’s it... You’re perfect."
Seraphine moaned around him, her eyes fluttering shut as she pushed herself deeper, her throat tightening around his veiny, pulsating cock. She gagged softly but didn’t stop—instead pulling back with a wet pop, gasping for breath, then diving in again with more determination, lust burning in her eyes. I can do this... I want to take him deeper. Even if I choke, I want to feel all of him.
Seraphine was dying to feel his warmth inside her.
Her hands squeezed and stroked, her mouth worked hungrily, and the sounds of her ssy sucking echoed with the rush of falling water. Every ti she looked up at him, her face was flushed with both devotion and need.
Leon’s hand stayed on the back of her head, fingers tangled in her wet lavender hair, guiding her movents with steady patience.
"Slowly... good... just like that," he murmured, his voice low and commanding over the sound of the rushing water. "Take as much as you can, and use your hands for the rest."
Seraphine obeyed, her lips stretched wide around the thick crown of his cock, her tongue swirling while her hands stroked the veiny shaft she couldn’t fit inside her mouth. The size of him was overwhelming—long, thick, pulsing with every beat of his heart—but she was determined. It’s too much... but I won’t give up. Not for him. Never for him.
Her eyes fluttered, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, drool spilling down her chin and mixing with the shower water. Her hands moved in rhythm with her mouth, stroking what her throat couldn’t handle, keeping the entire length slick and hot.
Leon groaned, his abs tightening as her eager devotion pushed him closer. "That’s it, my wife... stroke while you suck. Don’t stop until I give it to you."
Slrp... glck... mmph...
She moaned softly, the sound vibrating along his shaft, making him twitch in her hands. He guided her pace—sotis pushing her deeper until she gagged around the tip, then pulling her back to let her breathe before urging her down again. The sight of her flushed face, athyst eyes glazed with lust, lips wrapped around his cock while her hands worked his length, made his breath grow ragged. She looks divine like this. My wife... my Seraphine. I could watch her worship forever.
His control began to slip.
"Seraphine..." he groaned, tightening his grip in her hair. "I’m going to cum. Keep your mouth on ."
She looked up at him, nodding faintly with his cock still between her lips, and sucked harder, stroking him faster with both hands. Yes—please... give it to . I want all of you, my husband. Fill my mouth.
That was enough.
With a sharp grunt, Leon’s release hit. Thick ropes of hot sen spurted into her mouth, coating her tongue and throat.
Seraphine tried to swallow—gulp, gulp—but his load was too much, too heavy, too sudden. It spilled past her lips, dripping from the corners of her mouth, streaking down her chin onto her breasts.
She pulled back with a wet pop, gasping for air, her lips still wrapped around the head as the last spurts painted her tongue.
"Ahhh... hahh..." She swallowed again, managing so of it, but more of his seed leaked out, trailing down her throat and mixing with the shower water. I couldn’t take it all... gods, it’s so much. But the taste... his warmth... it feels like I belong to him completely.
Her chest rose and fell quickly, her face ssy, eyes half-lidded with lust.
Leon looked down at her, satisfaction in his voice. "You tried... that’s good enough. You look beautiful like this."
Seraphine flushed, licking her lips shakily, her hands still wrapped around the base of his cock as if she couldn’t bear to let go. He thinks I’m beautiful... even like this. Then I’ll do better for him next ti. I’ll take all of him.
"I’ll do better next ti," she whispered softly, devotion clear even through her exhaustion.
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