I Want to Taste You, Leon
His tongue hesitated, lips still grazing her folds. He looked up, golden eyes smoldering with worry and pent-up hunger.
She swallowed hard, her fingers caressing hesitantly along his shoulder before flicking away as her eyes darted from his. Her cheeks were afla, lips still puffy from crying out his na seconds before, but it wasn’t only the ecstasy that embarrassed her now—it was the consideration taking shape in her head.
"Therre was... this book that I read one ti..." She started quietly, her voice unsteady and uncertain. "It explained sothing like that... what you’re doing to ."
Leon leaned his head a little to one side, waiting, listening.
"I-I want to try it... too," she went on, getting braver with every sentence. "If you can make , feel so good with just your mouth... then I want to try making you feel that way too."
His eyes grew darker.
A silence hung between them, thick with her spurring breath and the damp connotation of her arousal hanging in the air.
"I can... I want to experint with taking you into my mouth..." she whispered, her lashes dropped, unable to catch his eye, but the outrageous honesty in her voice was palpable. "I need to taste you, Leon..."
Leon’s heart thudded as she spoke. That sweet, innocent look on her face. it almost did him in. And the fact that his being was assisting her in cleansing the venom? It was no longer re pleasure—it was healing for both of them.
Without saying a word, Leon laid back, the fire in his golden eyes never leaving hers. Sona hesitated only for a second before straddling his thighs, positioning herself between his legs. Her hands moved to his waistband, fingers trembling slightly as she began to slide off his underwear.
"I’ve never done this before..." she murmured, lowering the cloth inch by inch. "It’s... so big."
She had hoped that he would be well-endowed—but nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to see. His dick burst free, long, thick, and throbbing with heat.
Much larger than the king.
Leon couldn’t help but smile a little, pride dancing in his eyes. Due to the potion he had just obtained courtesy of the system, his length had doubled from six inches to eight inches—both in size and in pleasing girth. And now, as Sona’s big eyes drank in the view, he felt a sense of unshakeable pride flood through him.
Her response was all he could have wished for.
Still, there was no hesitation in her actions.
With a gasping moan, Sona leaned forward and allowed her tongue to follow the shape of the swollen tip, gathering the bead of precum pearling at the head. Her first kiss of him left her cheeks burning hotter, but her eyes flashed with curiosity and hunger.
Leon groaned, his fingers digging into the sheets beneath him as he felt the first warm stroke of her tongue.
She licked slowly, hesitantly at first—softly tracing the veins and tasting the salt-sweetness of him with her tongue on the underside.
Then, spurred by the way he moaned her na, she beca braver.
Grasping the head in her mouth, she started sucking—gently, tentatively, attempting to get used to size. Her lips encompassed him, cheeks hollowing as she attempted to take more.
Leon’s breath caught.
"Fuck. Sona..." he hissed, his voice drenched in pleasure.
She enjoyed hearing him sound like that. It made her feel strong.
She took more of him in, deeper and deeper, her mouth opening wide to take him in. Each ti she withdrew and dived down again, Leon’s groans deepened, grew more coarse.
He glanced down and spotted her head bobbing, her hair that shone like silver spilling over his hips, her lips wet with saliva and his hardness.
It was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
Sona moaned around him, the sound vibrating directly through his cock. She was awkward at first—but so desperate, so hungry. And he could sense it. Each sloppy suck. Each sloppy slurp.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
Her tongue darted over the head as her hand started to work the base, keeping her mouth in ti.
She couldn’t get over how good he tasted. How much she enjoyed it. Her mouth watered for more as she sucked him with increasing fervor.
She peeked up, eyes locking with his as she slowly dragged her lips back up his length—her tongue swirling at the tip—before taking him in again with a wet, eager moan.
Leon was panting now, his hand sliding into her hair.
"Just like that... gods, you’re so perfect..."
Sona moaned at his praise, encouraged by the raw emotion in his voice.
Her jaw hurt a little, but she didn’t mind. She wanted to continue. To get him out of control. To savor everything he had.
And from the way he was shaking under her. she was on the verge.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Sona’s lips traced eagerly over the head of his shaft, her tempo slowly building as she adapted to his size. The deeper his cock sank into her throat, the more she was hooked on the sensation. Her tongue lashed and curled around the base, relishing every spasm, every throb. Leon’s deep, throaty groan was music to her senses, sending a new wave of heat coursing between her thighs.
"Mmm..." he groaned, breathless. The tight grip of her throat and the wet warmth of her tongue drove him wild. Her mouth was pure heaven.
It didn’t take long—his hips tensed, his hands fisting in her silvery hair as his release built fast.
"I’m... cumming! Drink it all, my Queen! AHHH!"
His shaft bucked fiercely within her, and she reflexively pushed him further back into her throat. As soon as she tasted the first warm gush of his cum jet forth, she sighed softly and attempted to devour all of it hungrily. The flavor struck her with force—thick, rich, and absolutely so decadently addictive that a shiver ran down her spine. She needed all of it.
But there was more than she had anticipated.
A rivulet spilled over the corner of her mouth, trickling slowly down her chin. She whimpered in disgust, her furrowed brows, as if rebuking herself for losing a single drop of sothing so celestial.
Still on her knees, Sona covered her mouth around him once more, licking and sucking fervently as if in an effort to wash his entire length, allowing not a single residue to linger. Her tongue labored painstakingly, half-lidded eyes, flushed with passion. When at last she released him, she gazed up at him with entreating eyes, rosy-cheeked, lips shiny and puffed.
Leon sat staring at her with a black, burning look, his breathing still ragged. Her face, the need in her eyes—it awakened sothing animal within him. He recognized that she wanted more. Not only the flavor of him, but the contact, the proximity, the all-conquering intimacy they experienced.
And he was going to deliver more. But not in her mouth.
"You’ll drink more," he murmured huskily, his voice low and possessive. "But not like that."
She couldn’t answer before he gently but firmly pushed her back onto the bed. His mouth ca down onto her breasts, kissing, sucking, his tongue tracing circle after circle around her nipples. Her back stiffened, a moan slipped past her lips, soft and breathy. He was driving her wild again, this ti with the tornting warmth of his mouth and the infuriating weight of his body.
Worshipping her chest, his cock rubbed against her wet pussy, pushing against it with soaking ease. The feel made her gasp, hips rising of their own accord to crave more friction. Her body was burning, shuddering with desire, her wetness pooling under her.
He didn’t take her in—rely teased, rubbed, teased her patience.
Do you want to beg for it as well?" she gasped, voice shaking. "Fine... I’ll beg. Please... hurry... Give it to in my—"
Her words caught in her throat, lips shivering with sha. She had never uttered such sothing so dirty out loud before, not even in her fantasies. But the craving was so strong now to be pushed under.
Leon laughed wickedly against her skin, kissing her from head to toe. Her timid attempt at pleading only made him more rigid.
He wanted her to ask.
Wanted to hear her voice break with desperation. His system had previously inford him that the stronger their physical and emotional connection, the greater his abilities would beco. And if that connection was established on mutual pleasure, then so much the better—he would probe every inch of her, every noise, every gasp, every soft little plea.
"Tell it," he growled softly, stroking his cock consciously against her glistening slit, lubricating himself with her fluids. "Tell you want my cock inside your wet pussy... or I won’t give it to you."
Sona couldn’t believe what he was asking for. His crude words shouldn’t have stirred her—but they did. Her cheeks burned with sha, but her body pulsed with desire. She had never thought of herself saying such dirty words, but now all her pride fell apart under her burning need. Her body scread for him—her mind, already lost to the fire.
"Pleeease! Stick your dick in my naughty wet pussy!" she finally scread, her voice torn by desperation.
She trembled, leaned down, and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, taking over. Leon didn’t intervene. His golden eyes took her in with that characteristic smirk—feral, possessive, and yet warm.
"From now on, you will be mine and only mine, my Queen." His voice rumbled into a growl.
And with that, he plunged into her in one strong stroke.
"AAAAHHHH YEEESSS!"
"OOHHHHHH!"
Her walls tightened around him, almost too tight, but embracing him deeper. Her velvety heat swallowed his length whole, each inch of him taken by her hungry core. His breathing caught as her inner muscles fluttered about him, pulling him in, begging him to remain buried.
The abrupt fillout brought another climax in her—surprise, torrential. Her body wracked against him, holding onto him as ecstasy racked her once more. Her pussy throbbed around his length, milking him, as if it never wanted to release him inside of it again.
Leon groaned, remaining still, relishing the strong hold of her inner walls. Her wet channel constricted with each shiver of her orgasm, and he knew that any movent at all might push him too far.
For an instant, neither of them budged.
Sona held on to him, shivering, her legs locked around his waist. She did not want him to let go. She did not want this to ever cease. Her moans had been reduced to shallow gasps, need interwoven in every word as she rolled her hips slowly under him, aching to pull him deeper in.
She couldn’t help it—her body was shaless, wanting more, begging him with every ripple and clench of her wet warmth.
Leon felt it. The hunger in her touch. The way she held him with her thighs, the way she arched her back every ti his tip swept over the most sensitive part of her. Her desire was raw. Honest. Addictive.
She gazed at him, breathless and flushed, only to see that familiar, wicked smile creeping on his lips.
That damn smile.
It caused her stomach to flutter and her center to throb. He was going to torture her again. She could see it in his golden eyes. That lascivious, amused glint that always ca when he knew exactly how much she wanted him.
And the worst part?
She was going to let him.
She gulped hard, burning cheeks, her voice unsteady with lust. "What do you want to say this ti, you devil?"
Leon lood over her, the heat rising in his chest, his broad hands holding her wrists in the warm sheets. His cock lay against her opening, ready to push in but not willing to go.
His sneer grew wider as she attempted to shift her hips and pull him in, but he held the reins, denying her that last push.
"Tell ," he instructed, voice gritty. "Tell you want to fuck your pussy into a fluster, and I’ll provide you with just what you require."
His tone was wicked. Delectable. Each word that passed his lips caused her pulse throb stronger between her legs.
Sona bit her lip. He was always this way—brutal in his teasing, but God, he knew how to reduce her to nothing. Each ti he pushed her like this, each ti he forced her to plead, he rewarded her with ecstasy that destroyed her whole.
She should have fought.
She didn’t.
"...I beg you, Leon..." Her voice broke on a moan, eyes glimring with desperation. "Fuck my pussy in a ss...!"
The instant the words escaped from her lips...
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