The sheen coating his cock, left behind by Johanne’s and Tris’s juices, was still clearly visible. It glistened faintly, the liquid slowly trailing down along the shaft before gathering and dripping from the lower side.
"Hertrude..." he said.
As soon as he spoke my na, I looked up and t his gaze.
Those sa red eyes.
The exact sa eyes that had stared at in that dream.
Or vision.
Whatever it truly was.
The mont our eyes t, my vagina twitched.
I didn’t know why it happened.
I didn’t tell it to happen.
It simply did.
"Are you finally going to make good on your promise?" he asked.
For so reason, I imdiately understood what he ant.
I didn’t need him to explain it.
I already knew.
That was right, wasn’t it?
How many tis had I told him that I would have sex with him if he managed to change the future?
Not just any future, either.
The future I had seen.
The future that had seed impossible to change.
The future that looked so fixed and inevitable that trying to alter it had almost felt pointless.
And yet, sohow, he had done exactly that.
He had taken sothing that seed completely beyond saving and turned it into sothing that favored us.
Sothing far better than the outco I had witnessed.
I had definitely promised him my body.
At least twice.
Maybe more.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized there was a pattern.
Every ti things beca hopeless, he kept proving wrong.
And now it seed like he wanted to finally follow through on what I had said.
"If I say yes, would you actually take it?" I asked.
The question left my mouth before I could stop it.
Honestly, I wasn’t even sure where that confidence ca from.
My heart was beating so hard that it felt ridiculous.
Every thump echoed inside my chest.
I could practically hear it.
anwhile, I was sohow asking him sothing that bold with a straight face.
At least, I hoped it looked straight.
Inside, I was anything but calm.
"Well, if you’re offering it to , then why not?" he replied.
His answer ca so naturally that it made my heart skip for a mont.
Then he stepped closer.
His cock was already fully erect.
It looked large.
Noticeably so.
The closer he brought it toward , the larger it seed.
Before long, it was close enough that the shadow it cast fell directly across my face.
I found myself staring at it.
Then I leaned forward slightly.
Without really thinking about it, I took a small breath through my nose.
I sniffed.
The sll was strange.
That was the first thing that ca to mind.
Not bad.
Just strange.
Very strange.
Yet at the sa ti, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was sothing else hidden beneath it.
Sothing difficult to describe.
Sothing that made want to keep slling it.
The more I inhaled, the fuzzier my thoughts beca.
It almost felt like my brain was slowly turning to mush.
Like I was getting distracted from everything else around .
The sensation made no sense.
And yet it was happening.
It felt almost hypnotic.
As though there was sothing about it that made slightly dizzier than I should have been.
Then I felt his hand against my cheek.
The touch was gentle.
Without really resisting, I opened my mouth.
Slowly, I brought him closer.
The mont I tasted him, I imdiately noticed how unusual it felt.
The taste was strange.
There wasn’t really a better word for it.
It was simply different from what I had expected.
The texture caught off guard too.
It felt slick.
Almost slippery.
And despite looking so rigid, it wasn’t completely hard.
There was a certain softness to it.
Not enough to make it feel weak but just enough that it didn’t feel like so completely unyielding object pressing against my mouth.
"Look at while you’re doing that," he said.
I lifted my eyes toward him.
For so reason, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse.
My gaze t his once again.
Those red eyes held my attention far more easily than they probably should have.
While looking at him, I continued moving him along my tongue.
I gathered saliva in my mouth and spread it over him.
The motion felt strangely intimate.
More intimate than I had expected.
After a while, I finally pulled back.
His cock slipped free from my mouth.
A thin strand of saliva stretched between us for a mont before finally breaking.
I drew in a deep breath.
The air that left my lungs felt unusually hot.
"Thanks for wetting it for , Hertrude," he said.
A small smile appeared on his face.
"But I suppose it’s my turn now."
The mont those words left his mouth, everything happened surprisingly fast.
I suddenly found myself pushed backward.
"Ah..."
A brief sound escaped as my body landed against the couch.
The cushions shifted beneath .
For a second, I simply stared upward.
Then realization began to settle in.
This position felt familiar.
I had been here before.
Not literally.
But I had seen this before.
The image surfaced inside my mind almost imdiately.
The dream.
Or perhaps it wasn’t a dream.
Maybe it had really been a vision.
Honestly, I still wasn’t completely sure.
Part of insisted it had been a vision.
Another part argued that it had felt enough like a dream that the distinction hardly mattered.
At so point, I stopped trying to figure it out.
Whether it had been a dream or a vision wasn’t important right now.
Not anymore.
Because right now, Leon’s attention was entirely focused on .
That much was obvious.
I could feel it.
His eyes never left .
Then his hands moved toward my clothing.
Piece by piece.
One article after another.
There was nothing rushed about it.
He removed everything thodically.
Almost patiently.
By the ti he was finished, there was nothing left.
I was completely exposed.
The realization hit all at once.
Every inch of my skin was visible.
Every part of was on display.
The embarrassnt ca imdiately.
Heat spread across my body.
My face felt warm.
Even my nipples reacted to the awareness of being watched for so long.
The longer his eyes lingered on , the more conscious I beca of every part of myself.
When he finally finished removing my clothes, I instinctively looked away.
I couldn’t help it.
Being stared at like that was too much.
At least for the mont.
His gaze felt intense.
Almost predatory.
The look in his eyes reminded of a hunter who had already cornered its prey.
A hunter who knew there was nowhere left for that prey to escape.
The comparison probably shouldn’t have made my heart race even harder.
Yet sohow it did.
I could feel myself blushing harder.
The warmth in my cheeks only seed to grow.
I brought my hands up across my chest.
Not that they hid very much.
If anything, the gesture only made more aware of how exposed I was.
I remained like that for a few monts.
Trying to steady my breathing.
Trying to calm the pounding of my heart.
Trying and failing.
Eventually, I looked back at him.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Our eyes t once more.
For a brief mont, neither of us spoke.
The silence stretched between us.
It wasn’t awkward.
If anything, it felt heavy.
Like both of us understood exactly what was happening without needing to say it aloud.
Then he leaned closer.
The distance between us disappeared.
And before I could react to it...
He started kissing on the lips.
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