Crimson Temptation—Rias. [Part - 2]
Leon held her, sipping every drop, every spasm, until her breathing slowed and she relaxed her grip on him.
He pulled himself up enough to gaze into her face—flushed, eyes glassy like twin rubies in candlelight.
A lock of crimson hair stuck to her wet cheek. Gently, he stroked it away from her face, his thumb resting at the curve of her jaw, centering her in his heat.
She leaned forward, and their lips touched—not with hunger, but with delicate vulnerability. A kiss not of desire, but of soul-level necessity.
It was slow—agonizingly slow.
Her lips had the taste of longing, the sweetness of first flower in spring after a harsh winter. She whimpered quietly into the kiss, her fingers wrapping into his hair, as if she feared he'd disappear into dream.
Leon pulled her closer, deepening the kiss gingerly. Their mouths danced together in perfect synchrony; a harmony composed for them alone.
Tongues touched, breaths enmeshed, and the air between them vibrated with gentle pain.
When they finally broke apart, gasping, her laughter shattered the hush like a series of chimes in the wind—soft, incredulous, brimful of delight.
"D-Daddy…" she whispered; voice reed-thin with feeling. "I… I want…"
But she couldn't speak.
And then he kissed her again.
This time, it was different. Wilder. Rougher. Possessive.
His lips took hers like a storm consuming the sea, and she let it happen—her fingers curled around his back, her soul flying.
When he released the kiss, his golden eyes blazed into hers—no longer a prince, but a promise tied in flames.
"From now on," he declared, his voice low and firm, "you are mine, Rias."
Her breath caught. But with challenging smile she spoke, "I am always your… Daddy."
Leon smiled on her challenging word. One hand worked around her neck, holding it. The other caressed her thigh, taking its time, teasing.
She gasped when the thick head of his dick rubbed against her slick, sensitive opening—but he didn't enter.
Instead, he held it against her swollen clit.
Only that.
The heat, the pressure—it caused her hips to twitch and her thighs to clench tightly around him.
"Nnngh—" she whimpered, body tensing up.
"You feel that?" he whispered in her ear. "This is what you need… my little demon."
Rias lips trembled. Her voice broke free in a shaking whisper.
"I want to feel you," she whispered, "Please… I want you inside me."
His eyes grew dark in pure satisfaction.
"Good girl."
He kissed her forehead softly, reverently, then her nose, then her lips—this time more slowly, deeper, tender. As if sealing a promise.
And then, taking his time, he moved slowly, reverently, inside her inch by inch. Her breath caught, a little gasp escaping her lips as her body stiffened, unaccustomed to the feeling.
Leon stopped at once, cupping her cheek in his hand, his golden eyes fixed on hers—looking for the least quiver of pain, poised to halt if she wished.
But what she did instead was look up at him—with the brightest, most dazzling smile he had ever encountered. It illuminated her tear-stained eyes like sun rising over dew drops.
Her body invited him in, and with the same gentleness, he persisted until he encountered resistance—the delicate wall of innocence.
He knew. He understood. And he waited.
But she merely nodded, a silent letter written in trust, her fingers clenching around his as her smile became even more courageous.
So, with careful resolve, he persisted—breaking through gently, taking not only her body but the depth of her heart. A warm ache opened between them, and the air became still.
A few spots of blood spattered the moment, commemorating what was given freely and fully.
And then he saw them—tears on her cheeks.
Panic flared in his heart.
"Rias?" he whispered, already starting to withdraw. "Did I—"
But her legs wrapped around him hard, pulling him back, holding him in place.
He had no chance to speak another word before she reached up, wiping away her own tears with shaking fingers, and spoke low with a voice full of light:
"They're tears of happiness… I'm so glad we're together at last… Daddy."
Her smile shook. "Now… you can never go away from me."
Leon's heart tightened. Overwhelmed. Moved.
He held her face, leaned forward, and kissed the corner of her mouth, then her temple.
"Why would I ever leave… my most precious princess?"
Then he began to thrust into her again, and her moans echoed through the room, unrestrained.
And when he looked down at her, he saw a silly, blissful smile across her face—as if she savored every deep, deliberate thrust. Of course, Rias wasn't the only one drowning in pleasure. He, a two-time virgin finally tasting real intimacy, felt wave after wave of electric pleasure coursing through his body. Her wet, squishy heat clung tightly around his cock, her womb greedily pulling him deeper—as if it meant to devour him whole.
Taking a breath, he pushed aside every thought and focused on the girl beneath him. He drew back slightly—only to plunge even deeper into her warmth.
"AAnnhh~"
"Ugghhh~"
Savoring the otherworldly sensation, Leon took a brief pause before he drilled her once more, then once more, and once more, before he lost in bliss and went on.
"AAnnhh~ AAnnhh~ AAnnhh~"
"Ugghhh~ Ugghhh~ Ugghhh~"
The two groaned while they rutted like beasts. Leon attempted to penetrate deeper with each thrust. Rias gripped the bedsheets tightly as she bit her lips so that she can maintain control of her moans, but it was obvious that she miserably failed.
Seeing that he was nearing orgasm, Leon eased his thrusts instead and bent slightly, then began licking her rosy nipple while kneading her other breast with his palms.
Another shock of pleasure battered the Rias,
"AAnnhh~"
A moan of ecstasy spilled from her lips as she seized his head, pushing it deeper against her breast.
Her hips bucked with raw pleasure, her velvety walls clenching tight around his dick, squishing and crushing him in waves of heated tension.
"Ugggggnnhhh~"
Having been unable to deal with unexpected ecstasy, his thick seed burst free in a hot, pulsing rush and he came.
As his thick release flooded deep inside her, something in her crumbled—the last wall. Rias threw her head back, screaming his name as her whole body trembled in a soul-shaking climax.
"AAnnnnnnhhhh~ Daddy!"
Abruptly, Leon sensed an odd, warm current coursed through his blood—magical, overwhelming. A whisper of power… a system alert resounded softly in his head. But he did not heed it. For the moment, nothing else counted but the girl against his chest.
Leon fell beside her, wrapping her in his arms, her pulse fluttering against his breast.
No words were exchanged. None were necessary.
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Silence ensued.
Heavy, holy.
They fell together in a heap of limbs, her cheek against his chest, his arms around her tiny waist. Her breathing came in soft, steady waves, hot against his flesh.
"Daddy…" she whispered eventually, tracing her lips along his jaw. "You were… amazing."
Leon said nothing. He just smiled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her exposed back.
"I still can't believe it…" she whispered, her voice a delicate sigh. "You really made me yours."
Leon tilted his head down, golden eyes glowing with a rare tenderness. He brushed a crimson strand from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.
"So, believe it, sweetheart. From today until eternity… I'll never leave you."
She smiled, tears shimmering in her eyes again—not from pain, but from the overwhelming swell of emotion flooding her heart.
"Even if I wanted to… I don't think I could let you go," she whispered, voice scarce.
Leon smiled softly and kissed her forehead.
"Good," he breathed. "Because I'm never letting you go either."
There was a long, heavy silence between them—comfortable, holy. Their breathing slow. Hearts full. And yet, burning deep beneath the quiet, was a pulsing heat, a smoldering fire that had not completely gone out.
Rias edged closer, her soft flesh pressing against him in a manner that caught his breath. She was aware, naturally. And She smiled mischievously. "You're still hard, Daddy…"
Leon laughed, sweeping a damp curl of hair back from her cheek. "And you're still so damn tight, sweetheart."
She bit her lip, blushing as she rolled her hips just enough to drag a groan from deep in his throat. "Think you can handle another round?"
"Ah, I can take a bit more than that," he snarled, rolling her over under him in one swift motion.
She gasped with pleasure when he pinned her wrists above her head, his body stretching over hers with the hunger of a predator.
"Round two?" she teased.
Leon leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "No, my little demon… this is war."
And with that, he plunged back into her—deeper, harder.
Their bodies merged, time and again, trapped in a round of desire and possession. Moans and snarls filled the air, accompanied by the slap of flesh against flesh, the pounding of hearts like war drums.
They never let up.
Not until the candles flickered low. and the moon dipped below the horizon.