Leon’s POV
I took a slow sip of my wine, letting the faint bitterness linger on my tongue as I leaned back into the chair on the veranda. The wood beneath creaked softly, and it was a quiet sound that blended into the stillness of the night. Above , the sky stretched endlessly, dark and deep, with no clouds in sight. It felt heavy in a way. It was like the kind of night that pressed down on your chest if you let it.
Amon stood close by, not intruding, and not hovering either. Just... there. Her presence alone was comforting in a way I didn’t feel like admitting out loud.
"Master," she said, breaking the silence, her voice gentle but carrying that familiar undertone. "Do you want to suck you off?"
I almost laughed at how blunt it was. Almost.
She probably already knew what was going on in my head. I had told her everything that happened today. About the people I t, about the past life I thought I had buried, about how this wasn’t my first run at existence. She already knew the truth about , that this was my second life, but actually facing people from the first one again... that hit differently.
When I told her, she had looked genuinely surprised. Shocked, even. But she didn’t panic, and she didn’t pull away. She listened. And more importantly, she understood why my mood tonight was off, and as to why I felt restless and heavy at the sa ti.
That was probably why she was offering this now. Not just out of desire—but comfort.
Or possibly both.
"Well," I said, letting a faint smirk curve my lips as I glanced her way, "I really appreciate that right now."
Amon smiled, the kind of smile that wasn’t exaggerated or playful. It was just warm. She stepped in front of without hesitation and slowly lowered herself down, kneeling between my legs. The moonlight caught in her hair as her hands moved to my waist, with her fingers working with practiced ease as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants.
She looked up at then, eyes half-lidded, seductive but calm, before pulling my cock free.
It was already hard. Extra hard, actually.
Today had been... a lot.
Stress had a funny way of doing that. Too much thinking, too much rembering, and too many emotions stacked on top of each other. And it didn’t help that I hadn’t had sex since this morning. My body hadn’t exactly forgotten that fact.
If anything, it was demanding to be reminded it was still alive.
Amon’s gaze lingered on my cock, the shadow of it falling across her face as she took it in.
"Ahhh~ it’s amazing, as alwayssss...~" she murmured, her expression softening into sothing almost dreamy.
She stuck out her tongue and pressed it against the base of my cock, slow and deliberate, dragging it upward along the shaft. Her tongue traced every inch until it finally brushed against the tip.
My toes curled instantly, a sharp spark of pleasure flashing at the edges of my vision. I let out a slow breath without realizing it.
For so reason, despite everything weighing on earlier, this felt right. Like the night was quietly shifting in my favor.
Amon didn’t hold back. She used her tongue generously, but it wasn’t just that. She wrapped her lips around too, taking into her mouth with a wet, unrestrained enthusiasm. It was ssy, sloppy in the best way, and completely unapologetic.
All of this while I sat there, wine glass still in hand, the cool night air brushing against my skin. The moon hung overhead, bright enough to cast silver light across the veranda, making the whole mont feel surreal—like sothing pulled straight out of a mory I hadn’t lived yet.
Yeah. This was shaping up to be a good night.
As she continued, I reached out and rested my hand on her head, fingers threading lightly through her hair. I pushed just a little, like I was testing.
She didn’t resist. Instead, she let out a soft, pleased sound—almost like she was happy to be guided—and adjusted herself to take deeper without complaint.
She lowered herself further until her lips pressed firmly against the base of my cock, swallowing whole.
Her throat tightened around , warm and constricting, pulsing subtly every ti I pushed in. The sensation was overwhelming in the best way, like every nerve was being directly stimulated.
Even with my cock buried deep inside her mouth, she didn’t stop. Her tongue slipped out, teasing and pressing against my balls, adding another layer of sensation that made my legs tense.
My toes curled again, harder this ti, as pleasure surged through . Her throat continued to constrict rhythmically, and I could feel every tiny movent as well as every reaction.
She was completely filled, her mouth stretched around , eyes slowly rolling back until they disappeared beneath her lashes. When she looked up at again, her pupils had shifted into unmistakable heart shapes.
"Amon," I said, my voice steady despite everything my body was feeling. "Use your vagina to pleasure ."
She pulled back imdiately, lips glistening as she licked them slowly, clearly savoring my taste. Then she stood up in front of , posture relaxed, and confident.
Her hands slid down to her skirt, fingers hooking into her panties beneath. She pulled them down her legs, stepping out of them one foot at a ti.
They were already soaked, catching the light as they left her body.
"Are you sure this is you comforting ," I asked, glancing up at her, "or is this you wanting to get fucked?"
"Fufufu~ I think it’s both, Master," she replied, her smile openly lewd now, unapologetic.
She turned around and lifted her skirt, presenting her huge butt without a shred of hesitation. Reaching back, she grabbed my cock and guided it toward her soaking wet pussy, lining herself up carefully.
Then, without warning, she dropped her hips down.
My cock slid inside her instantly, spreading her open as her body took in until the tip pressed right against her cervix.
"Nghhhhhhh!!!" she moaned, her voice trembling but sweet.
As I felt the tight, hot walls of her pussy clench around , she began to move her hips up and down, slow and deliberate, setting a steady rhythm as the quiet night continued to surround us.
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