Crimson Temptation—Rias. [Part - 2]
Leon cradled her, sipping every sip, every jerk, till her breathing steadied and her hold on him relaxed.
He pulled himself close enough to glimpse her face—flushed, eyes glazed like twin rubies in candle flame.
Several threads of red hair stuck to her wet cheek. He gently brushed them away with a reverent touch, holding his thumb at her jawline, anchoring her in heat.
She bent forward, and their mouths came together—not hungry, but weakly tender. A kiss that was not one of desire, but of need on a deep, soul level.
It was slow—heartbreakingly so.
Her mouth tasted of wanting, of first flower in spring after bitter winter. She whimpers softly into the kiss, her hands twisting into his hair, as if she were afraid he would disappear into dreams.
Leon holds her tighter, deepening the kiss with tender caution. Their lips move together in harmony; a song that only they have written.
Tongues graze, breaths become entwined, and the space between them beats with muted ache.
When they finally separated, panting, her laughter shattered the stillness like a breeze through chimes—light, incredulous, full of happiness.
"D-Daddy…," she whispered; voice tenuous with emotion. "I… I want…"
But words escaped her.
And then he kissed her once more.
This time, it was not the same. Harsher. Wilder. Claiming.
His lips engulfed hers like a tempest consuming the sea, and she opened to it—her hands grasping his back, her spirit flying.
When he ended the kiss, his golden eyes blazed into hers—a promise in flames, no longer a prince.
"From now on," he murmured, low and determined, "you are mine, Aria."
Her breath was taken. But with her bold word she said, "I am always your… Daddy."
Leon grinned on her bold word. One hand swept behind her neck, holding it. The other ran along her thigh, slow, teasing.
She gasped as the thick head of his cock pushed against her slippery, sensitive opening—but he didn't penetrate.
Instead, he placed it against her engorged clit.
Just that.
The pressure, the heat—it caused her hips to spasm and her thighs to clamp hard around him.
"Nnngh—" she whimpered, body tensing.
"You feel that?" he whispered in her ear. "This is what you need… my little demon."
Aria's lips trembled. Her voice escaped in a shaking whisper.
"I want to feel you," she breathed, "Please… I want you inside me."
His eyes grew darker with unadulterated satisfaction.
"Good girl."
He kissed her forehead softly, respectfully, then her nose, then her lips—this time slower, deeper, tender. As if taking a vow.
And then, slowly, carefully he moved, reverently, inch by inch, entering her. Her breath caught, a soft gasp on her lips as her body tightened, unused to the feeling.
Leon paused at once, cradling her cheek in his palm, his golden eyes locked onto hers—searching for the slightest flicker of discomfort, ready to stop if she asked.
But instead, she looked up at him—with the most radiant smile he had ever seen. It lit up her tear-wet eyes like morning sun over dewdrops.
Her body was open to receive him, and with the same patience, he went on and on until he encountered resistance—the thin veil of innocence.
He knew. He understood. And he waited.
But she could only nod, a silent word written in faith, her hands tightening around him as her smile became even more courageous.
So, gently resolute, he forged on—carefully breaking through, taking not merely her body, but the extent of her heart. Warm hurt flowered between them, and the air stopped.
A spot of blood blemished the moment, and what was given freely and fully.
And he saw them—the tears flowing from her face.
Panic lanced through his heart.
"Rias?" he whispered, already retreating. "Did I—"
But her legs wrapped around him hard, pulling him back, holding him fast to her.
Before he could utter another sentence, she leaned up, wiping away her own tears with shaking fingers, and whispered in a voice full of light:
"They're tears of joy… I'm so glad we're finally one… Daddy."
Her smile shook. "Now… you can never leave me."
Leon's heart squeezed. Overwhelmed. Moved.
He cradled her face, leaned forward, and kissed the edge of her mouth, then her temple.
"Why would I ever leave… my most beloved princess?"
Then he begin thrust inside her, her moan turned back in room.
And how when he thrust she saw a goofy grin on her face like she was enjoying and every thrust and Of course, Rias wasn't the only one enjoying. He, the two times virgin who finally lost his virginity felts shocks of pleasure battering his body as her warm and squishy insides grouped around his dick while her womb was already pulling his dick deeper and deeper as if it wanted to swallow the whole thing.
Taking a breath, he pushed aside all thoughts and begin to concentrate girl underneath him and he withdrew his dick before thrusting it even deeper than before.
"AAnnhh~"
"Ugghhh~"
Enjoying the otherworldly sensation, Leon hesitated for a bit before he screwed her again, then again, and again, before he dived into pleasures and went on.
"AAnnhh~ AAnnhh~ AAnnhh~"
"Ugghhh~ Ugghhh~ Ugghhh~"
The two groaned as they coupled like beasts. Leon attempted to penetrate deeper with each stroke. Rias gripped the bedsheets tightly as she bit her lips so that she can keep her moans in check, but it was obvious that she failed miserably.
Seeing that he was going to cum, Leon slowed his thrusts beforehand, and he leaned down a bit and began licking her pink nipple while he massaged her other breast with his hands.
Another shock of pleasure attacked the Rias,
"AAnnhh~"
She groaned in ecstasy before she took his head and pushed it further into her chest.
Her lower half convulsed in ecstasy, her canals constricted, squeezing and crushing his dick with her soft innards.
"Ugggggnnhhh~"
Screaming in sudden ecstasy, unable to handle sudden pleasure, his milk erupted and he ejaculated.
As her insides filled with his thick milk, as if her final wall was shattered, Rias tossed her head back, shouting his name, her whole body convulsing in orgasm
"AAnnnnnnhhhh~ Daddy!"
Suddenly, Leon experienced a strange, warm current ran through his veins—mystical, potent. A whisper of power… a system alert resonated softly in his mind. But he did not heed it. For the moment, nothing else mattered but the girl in his arms.
Leon fell over beside her, holding her close, her heartbeat racing against his chest.
No words were exchanged. None were necessary.
Silence ensued.
Heavy, holy.
They fell together in a heap of bodies, her face against his chest, his arms sheltering her small waist. Her breathing was a gentle, lulling pattern, heat against his flesh.
"Daddy…" she whispered eventually, her mouth tracing slow patterns along his jaw. "You were… amazing."
Leon said nothing. He just smiled, his fingers slowly outlining her warm back.
"I still can't believe it…" she breathed, voice a soft sigh. "You really made me yours."
Leon's head dropped, golden eyes aglow with a tender infrequency. He swept a red strand from her face, pushing it softly behind her ear.
"So, believe it, sweetheart. From today until eternity… I'll never leave you."
She smiled, eyes watery again—not because of pain, but because of the richness of emotion swelling in her heart.
"Even if I wanted to… I don't think I could let you go," she whispered, voice hardly audible.
Leon smiled softly and kissed her forehead.
"Good," he breathed. "Because I'm never letting you go either."
There was a long, comfortable, sacred silence between them—slow breathing. Full hearts. And yet, underlying the quiet, there was a throbbing heat, a smoldering fire that hadn't quite died.
Rias moved slightly, her soft body gliding against him in a way that caught his breath. She saw, naturally. And She smiled mischievously. "You're still hard, Daddy…"
Leon laughed, wiping the wet strand of hair from her cheek. "And you're still so damn tight, sweetheart."
She nibbled her lip, her cheeks flushing as she moved her hips just enough for him to groan. "Think you can handle another round?"
"Oh, I can take more than that," he snarled, rolling her over under him with one swift movement.
She breathed in rapture as he pinned her wrists over her head, his body poised over hers like a predator.
"Round two?" she taunted, smiling.
Leon leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers. "No, my little demon… this is war."
And with that, he plunged into her once again—deeper, harder.
Their bodies merged into one, repeatedly, trapped in a cycle of desire and possession. Moans and growls echoed in the room, the thud of flesh against flesh, the beat of hearts like war drums.
They did not cease.
Not until the candles had burned down low… and the moon had started to set.