Chapter - 76

It was night, two days have already passed since his meeting with the High Priest.

And it has been 2 days since he last saw Seraphine. She has not returned since the day she heard he was going to the edge of the Endless Forest.

Leo sat on the edge of his bed, the heavy oak door locked—or so he thought. The only light in the room came from the fireplace, casting flickering orange shadows against the stone walls.

He had his inventory window open. He was doing a final gear check.

[Wind-Chaser Boots: Equipped]

[Frost-Edge Longsword: Sharpened]

[Wyvern-Leather Armor: Fitted]

[Potions: 5x Healing, 2x Stamina, 1x Antidote]

He moved the items around in the grid, organizing them for quick access. He was going into the unknown. The "Black Sky" mission was rated Calamity-Class. That meant if he screwed up, he wouldn't just respawn at a checkpoint. He would be dead. Or worse, erased.

"A day to get there," Leo muttered, closing a pouch of poison-tipped caltrops, "One day to retrieve the package. A day to get back. It will take me 2-3 days."

He was focused. He was in "Gamer Mode." He was calculating travel times, mana regeneration rates, and potential enemy encounters.

Click.

The sound of the door latch lifting broke his concentration.

Leo's hand instinctively went to the dagger on his belt. He spun around, ready to fight.

But it wasn't an assassin.

The heavy door creaked open slowly. Lady Seraphine stepped inside.

She was wrapped in a heavy, dark velvet shawl that covered her from her neck to her knees. She held it closed with one hand at her chest. Her golden hair was loose, cascading down her shoulders in wild waves. Her face was pale, devoid of makeup, and her amber eyes were shimmering.

She closed the door behind her and locked it. The click of the deadbolt was loud in the silent room.

"Seraphine?" Leo asked, relaxing his grip on the dagger. "I thought you were with the Lord."

She didn't answer. She just looked at him. Her gaze traveled over his face, memorizing it. She looked at his broad shoulders, his hands, his eyes.

She started walking toward him.

She didn't say a word. She stopped ten feet away, right in the center of the room where the firelight hit her perfectly.

She let go of the shawl.

The heavy velvet dropped to the floor with a soft thud, pooling around her feet.

Leo's breath caught in his throat.

She was wearing a dress. If you could call it that.

It was made of a material so thin, so sheer, it looked like spun sugar. It was white, almost transparent in the firelight. It clung to her body like a second skin.

He could see everything.

He could see the dark circles of her nipples pressing against the fabric. He could see the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel. He could see the dark triangle between her legs, shadowed but undeniable beneath the gauze.

It was more erotic than nudity. It was a veil that promised everything but hid nothing.

"Leo," she whispered. Her voice was steady, but there was a tremor underneath it.

She took another step.

Her hands moved to her shoulders. She hooked her thumbs under the thin straps of the dress.

She didn't tease. She didn't dance. This wasn't a performance for his amusement. This was an offering.

She slid the straps down.

The fabric fell away. It slid over her breasts, down her hips, and dropped to the floor to join the shawl.

She stepped out of the pile of clothes.

She stood there, completely naked.

The firelight danced over her pale skin, turning her into a living statue of gold and cream. Her breasts were full and heavy, rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Her hips were wide, inviting. Her legs were long and smooth.

She was perfect.

Leo stood up slowly. He felt the familiar heat coiling in his gut, but this time, it felt heavier. Different.

"Seraphine?" he said, his voice rough.

"Stop," she commanded.

It was the most assertive she had ever sounded.

She crossed the remaining distance between them in three long strides. She didn't stop until she was pressing her naked body against his clothed one.

She reached up and grabbed his face with both hands. Her palms were hot. Her fingers dug into his scalp.

"Today, you won't say anything," She said fiercely, "Don't talk about him, don't talk about the where you are going, or don't talk about the danger."

She pulled his head down.

"Just shut up and fuck me."

She crashed her lips against his.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a collision. She kissed him like she was trying to breathe for him. She bit his lower lip, hard, drawing a tiny taste of copper. Her tongue swept into his mouth, desperate and demanding.

Leo responded instantly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. He could feel her soft breasts crushing against his chest, her nipples hard through his shirt. He could feel the heat of her stomach against his belt buckle.

He groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. He squeezed the soft flesh, lifting her slightly.

Seraphine moaned, a broken, needy sound. She broke the kiss, gasping for air, her forehead resting against his.

"I hate you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I hate you for leaving. I hate that you're going to that place."

"I'll come back," Leo promised.

"You better," she hissed.

She pushed him backward. Leo let her guide him. She pushed him until the back of his knees hit the bed, and he sat down heavily.

Seraphine didn't wait. She dropped to her knees between his legs.

She didn't ask for permission. She reached for his belt. Her fingers were shaking, fumbling with the buckle in her haste.

"Dammit," she cursed softly, struggling with the leather.

Leo reached down to help her, but she slapped his hands away.

"No," she said, looking up at him. Her eyes were wet, unshed tears shimmering in the amber. "Let me do it. I need to do this."

She finally got the buckle undone. She yanked his trousers and boxers down, freeing him.

Leo sprang out, fully hard. He was thick and throbbing, twitching in the cool air.

Seraphine stared at him for a second. She reached out and wrapped her hand around the base. She squeezed, testing the weight of him.

Then, she leaned forward and licked the tip.

Leo hissed through his teeth. Her tongue was hot and wet.

She opened her mouth and took him in.

She wasn't being gentle. She bobbed her head down, taking him deep into her throat, then pulled back, sucking hard. She used her hand to stroke the shaft while her mouth worked the head.

It was frantic. It was possessive. She was marking him.

"Seraphine," he groaned. "That's... fuck..."

She hummed against him, the vibration traveling straight to his spine. She looked up at him, her eyes locked on his. She wanted him to see her. She wanted him to know exactly who she was.

She sucked him for a few more minutes, getting him slick and ready. Then she pulled off with a wet pop.

She stood up. She straddled his lap.

She grabbed his shoulders for balance. She lifted her hips, positioning herself over him.

She didn't lower herself slowly. She slammed down.

"Oh god!" Leo grunted as she sheathed him completely.

"Ahhh!" Seraphine threw her head back, her nails digging into his shoulders.

She took every inch of him. She was tight, wet, and incredibly hot inside. She sat there for a moment, just breathing, adjusting to the stretch.

Then she began to grind.

She moved her hips in circles, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his.

"Kiss me," she demanded.

Leo grabbed the back of her head and crushed his mouth to hers.

They kissed wildly while she rode him. Her tongue battled with his. She ground down on him, harder and harder.

Leo's hands roamed over her body. He ran his palms up her smooth back, feeling the muscles shift. He brought his hands around to her front, cupping her heavy breasts. He thumbed her nipples, making her gasp into his mouth.

She broke the kiss, panting. She sat up straight, riding him faster now.

"Look at me," she breathed. "Look at your wife."

She wasn't his wife, but tonight, she was everything.

She bounced on him. Her breasts jumped with the motion. Her hair flew around her face. Her skin was flushed a deep, beautiful pink.

"You feel so good," Leo growled, grabbing her hips to help her move. "You're so fucking tight tonight."

"Because I'm scared," she admitted, her voice cracking. "I'm scared I'll never feel this again."

"Don't say that," Leo said sharply.

He gripped her hips firmly. He stopped her movement.

"I'm not dying," he said, staring into her eyes. "And I'm not leaving you unsatisfied."

He lifted her up.

"Wrap your legs around me."

She obeyed instantly. She hooked her ankles behind his back.

Leo stood up, carrying her.

Seraphine gasped, clinging to his neck. He walked them to the center of the bed and threw her down on her back.

He crawled over her. He pinned her wrists to the mattress above her head with one hand.

"My turn," Leo growled.

He spread her legs wide with his other hand. He looked down at her pink, swollen entrance. It was glistening with their combined fluids.

He drove into her.

He began to fuck her with long, powerful strokes. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, hitting her cervix.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.

Seraphine writhed underneath him. She tossed her head from side to side, moaning loudly.

"Yes... Leo... yes..."

"Say it," Leo commanded, leaning down to bite her neck. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You!" she screamed. "I belong to you! Only you!"

He pounded into her. He felt her legs tighten around his waist, pulling him deeper. She was trying to merge with him. She was trying to keep him there, inside her, safe from the world outside.

Leo released her wrists. He slid his hands under her back, lifting her up to meet his thrusts.

He looked at her face. She was crying. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she was smiling a broken, ecstatic smile.

"Make me feel it," she begged, looking up at him. "Hurt me a little. Make me remember this."

Leo's eyes darkened.

He reached down. He grabbed her thigh, squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise.

He picked up the pace. He hammered into her, relentless and rough.

Seraphine cried out, her back arching off the mattress. She was close. He could feel her inner walls fluttering, clamping down on his cock.

"That's it," Leo growled. "Cum for me."

"Leo! I'm... I'm..."

She shattered.

Her scream was muffled as she bit into her own arm to keep quiet. Her body convulsed violently. She clamped down on him, milking him.

Leo gritted his teeth, fighting his own release. He wasn't done. He pulled out, leaving her twitching and gasping on the sheets.

"Turn over," he ordered.

Seraphine rolled onto her stomach, weak and trembling. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She looked back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were hazy, drugged with pleasure.

"More?" she whispered.

"Much more," Leo promised.

He moved behind her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him.

The night was just beginning. And he intended to leave a mark on her soul that no distance could erase.

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