Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, strong language, and adult situations. It may not be suitable for younger readers. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter.
During the kiss, Léana frowned, a fleeting doubt crossing her mind. She broke contact, sniffing his neck.
- Klaus, why has your perfume changed? You never wear this perfume...
Fishlegs, undaunted, caressed her cheek with a reassuring smile.
- I wanted to try something new for you, my angel. To spice things up, he whispered, taking her lips again with more eagerness.
They kissed again, but Léana pulled away again, panting.
- And your hands... They are rougher than usual...
- It's because I worked hard today, for us. You don't mind, do you? he growled, pulling her closer.
They resumed their wild kiss, but Léana interrupted herself a third time, her eyes narrowing.
- Your voice... It sounds different, deeper...
Fishlegs, annoyed, gritted his teeth, his patience fraying.
- YOU SEE, THAT'S WHY I LEFT! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO, THEN I'M LEAVING! he yelled, feigning hurt anger, turning to leave.
Léana panicked, grabbing his arm.
- No... Wait... Klaus... she begged, her eyes filled with tears. Please, I didn't want to offend you again... I swear I'll be good and I'll ask you more questions...
To prove her sincerity, she began to undress slowly, letting her clothes fall one by one, revealing her bare skin quivering under the moon. Fishlegs turned around, shocked then delighted, examining her from top to bottom – her firm breasts, her slim waist, her already wet vagina. An amused and satisfied smile lit up his face.
- More questions? he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
- No more questions... she promised, her cheeks blushing.
Satisfied, Fishlegs pulled her towards him, kissing her hungrily while grabbing her bare buttocks, kneading them in the rising excitement. He guided her to the bed, shoving her onto the sheets, then quickly undressed, revealing his hard, swollen member. He climbed on top of her, kissing her feverishly, moving his lips down to her chest. He licked her nipples first, his tongue tracing wet circles.
- Aaah... Klaus... moaned Léana, arching her back.
*Even if you take me for this fool, if it allows me to have you for myself, I can tolerate that,* thought Fishlegs, an inward smile. He kneaded her breasts, pinching and squeezing them like sensitive buttons, before sucking on them hungrily, nibbling them just enough to make her cry out.
- Oh... Yes... More... More... Léana panted, running her hands through his hair to hold him against her.
Fishlegs moved one hand down, tickling her swollen clitoris with his thumb, putting pressure on her soaked vagina.
- Aaaah... she cried, arching her back with pleasure.
He pushed one finger inside her, pumping rhythmically, then a second, speeding up, adding a third and a fourth, stretching her wet walls. Léana came violently, her muscles contracting around his fingers.
- Aaaah... Aaaah... Klaus... Klaus... I can't take it anymore... Aaaah! she screamed, falling back on the bed, trembling.