Rias—Crimson Temptation.
The gentle dance of candle flame cast the room in shades of crimson and gold, the shadows undulating softly on the walls like quiet witnesses. A light perfume hung in the air—roses, maybe, or heavy with the promise of a seductive intimacy.
Leon entered his room, sliding the door shut quietly behind him. Leon entered his room and came to an abrupt halt. He hadn't wanted this. Not exactly. But a part of him… a part of the man he had become in this new existence… had hoped.
There she was.
There, reclining on his bed with only a sheet of silk falling enticingly over her body, lay Rias.
Her red hair ran across the pillows like flowing fire, hairs catching the candle's light and playing with sensual shadows. One black silk sheet lay loosely over her—barely adhering to her breasts and hips, with every breath she took on the verge of pushing it off. Her red eyes burned under half-closed lashes, focusing on him like a predator on prey.
Her shining red eyes encountered his. Steady. Unblinking. Daring.
"Daddy …" she breathed, voice velvet and fire, drenched in hunger.
Leon said nothing. He couldn't—not yet. The look of her stole his words, seared the air in his lungs. Rias—once demure and quiet—no longer blushed. She was woman now, sensual and dangerous, like a priestess of sin presenting herself at the altar of forbidden gods. She came up from the bed like a dark flame. The silk slid down her body, gathering at her feet in a whisper. There was no shyness in her—just power. Rias was well aware of her impact on him. She used it like a sword.
Leon's gaze wandered—neck to breast, breast to waist, waist to the curve of her thighs. Her skin glowed in candlelight, a subtle blush spreading over her chest and cheeks. Her breasts were firm and uplifted, her nipples already tightened by the cold air or by her own desire. Her hips curved like poetry. Her thighs—strong and smooth—glided with sensuous ease her pink beautiful womanhood glowed with her arousal her soft hips. She approached him, slow and measured, the swing of her body a siren's song.
Rias approached him with the dignity of a goddess coming down from her altar. She halted inches from him, her breasts nestling gently against his chest, her nipples like hard points of warmth through his clothing. Her breath caressed his jaw as she breathed, "You've been away all day… and I've waited here. Ached."
He gritted his teeth, fighting back the raw need building within him. His own hand drifted down slowly—possessively—to her hips, tightening around the soft flesh there. She gasped, her body jamming into his tighter.
"And this is how you greet me?" His voice was deep, amused. sinister.
"It's how you want me to," she whispered, her lips tracing along his jaw, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt, button by button. "You want to see me like this, don't you? Naked. Begging. Yours."
Leon's grip on her hip tightened, drawing her against him. Her breath caught as her breasts brushed against his bare chest, nipples snagging on skin like sparks.
"Sweetheart," he whispered, voice heavy, "what are you after, exactly?"
Rias's mouth smiled, her face flushed and radiant.
"What do you think, Daddy?" she asked. "I'm attempting to seduce you. Totally. I want you to belong to me."
Leon's grin grew, dangerous and taunting. "My little girl… fantasizing about seducing her Daddy?"
She shivered. Not from fear—but from the accuracy of his statement.
His hand came down lower, encircling the curve of her ass, causing a moan to rasp from her throat. She crushed against him more firmly, her eyes widening very slightly as she sensed the swollen length pressing at his pants.
Her smile increased, wickedly beautiful. Her hand crept downward, riding along his waistline, staying poised above pulsating heat.
"Did you think about me today?" she demanded, flush-colored eyes flaying his very soul.
"Every. Damned. Second."
"Already?" she taunted; voice catching on breath. "You're that difficult for me?"
"Look at yourself," Leon growled, eyes drinking her in, golden blazing bright. "You're sin wrapped in skin."
She slid up, mouth brushing his. "Then have me."
He closed his fist around her chin, jerking her face up, making her eyes meet his.
"You want to be mine, Rias?"
"All of me," she breathed. "Every breath. Every inch. Every moan."
She whispered and leaned forward, her lips brushing against his. "Then let me reward your patience."
He had no chance to reply before her lips captured his.
It was fire and silk—wet, deep, untidy. Their tongues danced, twisted, consumed each other. Her hand wrapped in his hair, fingers gripping. His hands held her hips, squeezing hard, wringing moans from her throat as they kissed like sinners at the altar of forbidden love.
She was heat and honey, and he swallowed her whole without restraint.
They finally broke apart, gasping and wide-eyed, Leon grinning, voice coarse. "Compared to this morning… your kissing's gotten better, sweetheart."
Rias didn't say a word. She smiled—dark and wicked.
Next, with a smooth movement of hips and breasts, she nudged him toward the bed, leading him down into a seated position. He was seated; gaze focused on her as she knelt between his thighs.
Rias knelt between Leon's legs, her crimson hair unfolding like blood silk, sweeping against his thighs with every breath she took. Her hands glided along his legs—featherlight, teasing—as her scarlet eyes locked with his golden gaze, burning with something dark… and deeply carnal.
"Are you ready for tonight, Daddy?" she whispered, voice like velvet sin.
Leon leaned back a little, lips curving into a smirk. "Sweetheart… I was born ready."
She laughed—gentle, soft, but husky—then slowly, consciously, reaching up to the buttons of his jeans. Her hands slid with the skillful smoothness, opening each one like untying a deadly package. As soon as the cloth relaxed, it sprang apart—his masculinity standing upright and thick, corded and pink, proud and pulsing down its length, the tip already slick with precum.
Rias's lips parted just a little. She stroked her fingers over the base, her touch warm, reverent… worshipful.
"Your manhood looks so big compare to morning, Daddy," she whispered, a teasing note in her voice.
Leon chuckled softly, stroking his thumb over her cheek. "And you're more dangerous than morning my little demon."
With that, Rias leaned in and kissed—a soft, sinful kiss—at the base of his manhood. Another at the tip. And then, finally, slowly, she licked her way along the length, an action that set his whole body aflame with heat. But before things got out of control—
Her lips never left his as she inched closer, mouth brushing his tip.
She kissed him first—genteel, adoring—and then delivered a long, dragging lick from his root to head. His breathing hushed past his teeth when her tongue rode over his veins, hot and slick.
And she swallowed him up.
"Ahhh—mother." Leon spat out, knuckles in her hair.
Her lips engulfed him, sucking slowly at first, then more deeply—slow, deliberate movements. Moist, disgusting noises echoed in the air. Her throat constricted as she took still more of him, saliva trailing from the corners of her mouth.
Glck… slrp… glck…
Her head bobbed, faster now, her hands moving to caress all that her mouth couldn't reach. Her eyes looked up at him, brimming with tears and radiating a warm glow, her lashes fluttering back and forth as she swallowed him again and again.
He cursed, hips spasming, the image of her on her knees, mouth full, so obedient, so ravenous—propelling him to the brink.
"Shit, Rias. your mouth. it's too good."
She groaned about him, the sucking drawing a curse from his mouth.
He took the back of her head, pushing hard—controlled but firm—setting the pace. She accepted it, hollowing her cheeks, sucking harder, deeper. Strands of saliva stuck to her lips each time she drew back, only to take him again with a wet slurp.
Slrp… glck… slrrrp…
The taste of her devotion, the warmth of her mouth, the look of flushed cheeks and shining chin—it was too much.
"Rias… I'm going to come."
She pulled away with a burst, licking the tip with torturous, slow circles. "Do it," she husked, voice raw with desire. "Come in my mouth. I want to taste every inch of you, Daddy."
Leon growled, and with a final plunge, he came unglued—hot spurts gushing into her mouth.
She groaned as she swallowed every drop, her eyelids fluttering closed in ecstasy. Not a single trace remained on her lips. When she withdrew, she licked them clean with a satisfied grin.
Then she gazed up at him—flushed, panting, radiant.
"I'm yours, Daddy," she breathed. "Every inch of me."
Those words shattered something deep within Leon.
His golden eyes grew dark with primal ferocity. He advanced, enfolded her in his arms, and swept her up from the floor. Her soft gasp whispered against his ear as he bore her aloft like a feather, her bare skin nestled warmly against his chest.
Then—he hurled her.
Not with strength, but with joyful, unbridled passion.
Rias yelped in surprise as her body lightly bounced upon the bed, her raven tresses spilling over the black silk pillows. Her laughter followed, breathy and teasing, eyes flashing like molten gold. "That was bold, Daddy."
Leon didn't speak. He removed his clothes—all the barriers between him and her—until he stood naked in front of her, his body honed like a god made of fire and war. She laughed, clearly enjoying the spectacle, then he mounted her and pinned her underneath him.
And with no word His mouth came down on hers in a kiss of all teeth and hunger. Hot, devouring—an unspoken vow that she was his, completely and entirely.
As he kisses her hotly, Rias couldn't help but attempt to say words between kisses but those words sounded weird, but Leon understood it all.
"I am only yours. all of me. for you. I will only look and think of you. so. do not leave me.Daddy."
He ceased the use of words and resorted to the use of actions. A want developed in his body and took over his entire soul. a want to imprint her entire body. and claim her as his and his alone. forever.
he kissed down—down her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her nose… then the neck. Each kiss a mark, a claim, his breath hot and thick. Her body shook as he returned to her chest, one soft mound in his mouth, while his hand toying with others.
Her moan resonated on his lips as his hands stroking her flesh, palms over the rise of her breasts, thumbs brushing against the peaks until she wriggled beneath him. Her spine curved, presenting herself to him like a supplication, fingers in his hair, forcing him deeper into the crevice of her chest.
And then— His kiss moved lower.
Down her stomach, above her navel, where he left a burning trail with his lips. She squirmed beneath him, aflame with passion and love, her body alight with expectation.
"Daddy …" she breathed.
"Shh…" he whispered, kissing her once more. "I'm not finished claiming what's mine."
With him descended lower while kissing her belly, and then after traversing the navel, he reached the promised land her womanhood.
He leaned back for a second, gaze wandering over her flushed naked body, shaking, panting. He hypnotized by the way her chest heaved, the way her eyes fluttered, the way her thighs clenched together.
He gazed at the glistening patch between her thighs and grinned. "You're dripping… My little girl."
"Only for you…. Daddy!" she whispered with blazing face and half-open crimson eyes.
His smile gets deeper then his slowly parts her thigh then exposing the delicate, pink folds below. Her fragrance struck him—a sweet, musky woman's scent that merely made him even more aroused.
When his mouth touched her womanhood, Rias let out a soft cry, while pressing his head deeper in her womanhood.
But he gives her there, a deep, long kiss against her wet folds.
"Aaah…. Daddy!" she screamed, her back arcing. Her fists were in his hair, her face flushed crimson.
Leon's tongue traveled with maddening deliberation, sweeping from the very bottom of her slit to the throbbing nub above. He flicked it softly.
"Sllrp… slrrp… hnnn…"
Her body spasmed with every motion, every lap of his tongue. The feelings were unbearable—too raw, too intimate. Her thighs quivered, attempting to protest, but he held her steady, mouth never ceasing.
His tongue pierced through her folds, slipping within her, sampling her.
"Mmm…"
The moist noises were obscene—slick, greedy, insatiable.
Rias feel overwhelmed pleasure.
Her hips rocked of their own accord, grinding softly into his mouth.
"Aahh… I can't—! I am cumming— Daddy"
Leon didn't let up. His tongue pushed and curled in exactly the right places. His lips closed around her clit and sucked softly.
"Slrp… shlick… slrrrp…"
She moans. And then she shattered.
"Ah—AHHH! —!!"