Chapter - 77

Leo didn't give her time to recover.

Seraphine was on her hands and knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her blonde hair was tangled around her face. Her ass was raised high, pale and round, trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Leo knelt behind her. He ran his hand down the curve of her spine, tracing the sweat that gathered there. His touch was possessive.

"You are beautiful," Leo murmured.

He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder blade. Then he bit it. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to make her jump.

"Ah!" Seraphine arched her back deeper, "Leo!!"

Leo grabbed her hips with both hands. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, anchoring her.

"Brace yourself," he warned.

He drove into her from behind.

It was deep. Deeper than before. The angle allowed him to access parts of her that felt untouched. He filled her completely, his stomach slapping against her buttocks with a wet, rhythmic sound.

Seraphine let out a long, high-pitched moan. Her head dropped, her forehead resting on the mattress. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets.

"So deep..." she moaned, "Leo... You feel bigger..."

"You can take it," Leo growled, "Your pussy knows my shape by now."

He began to move. He established a hard, grinding rhythm. He wasn't just thrusting; he was rolling his hips, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her from every angle.

He reached around with one hand. He cupped her heavy breast, weighing it in his palm. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Leo... Don't stop," Seraphine cried out, pushing her back against him. The sensation of him stretching her open from behind and playing with her chest was overwhelming.

"Faster," she begged. "Please... faster."

Leo obliged. He sped up.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

The room filled with the scent of sex and sweat. The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers, leaving them in a dim, red glow.

Leo leaned over her back. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent of lavender. He kissed on her nape, behind her ear.

"I'm going to miss this," Leo whispered against her skin. "I'm going to be thinking about this ass every night I'm in the forest."

Seraphine sobbed. The reminder of his departure hit her.

"Ummm... Then stay," she cried, her voice broken. "Don't go. Stay here. Fuck me forever. I don't care about that Bastard, I don't care about my revenge, I don't give a fuck about being the Lady. Just stay!"

"I can't," Leo said, thrusting harder, "I have to get strong. For us. For you."

"I don't need a strong hero!" she shouted, trying to turn her head to look at him, "I need you! Alive!"

Leo grabbed her chin and forced her to look forward.

"I will be alive," he said, kissing her soft, trembling lips.

He didn't pull out. Instead, he grabbed her waist and pulled her legs out from under her.

Seraphine gasped as she collapsed onto her stomach. She lay flat on the mattress, her face turned to the side, pressed into the pillow.

Leo followed her down. He lay on top of her, his heavy chest pressing against her back. He was like a weighted blanket, trapping her completely.

He stayed inside her during the transition. As she flattened out, the angle shifted. It became tighter. The friction increased.

"This way," Leo whispered in her ear. "I want to feel all of you."

He began to move again. This wasn't the frantic slapping of doggy style. This was a slow, heavy grind. He pushed his hips down into her ass, grinding his pubic bone against her.

Seraphine moaned into the pillow. The pressure was intense. Her pussy was squeezed between the mattress and his cock. Every time he thrust, he rubbed against her clit through the friction of her own body.

"Leo..." she breathed. "It's so full..."

He wrapped his arms around her chest, holding her tight. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, the side of her face.

"You feel that?" Leo growled, sliding deep and holding it, "I will always be your shield."

He moved with a heavy, deliberate rhythm. He was making love to her back as much as her insides. The sheer weight of him was comforting, grounding her anxiety.

Seraphine reached her hand back blindly. Leo caught it. He interlaced his fingers with hers, squeezing hard.

"I am right here," he said.

He picked up the pace, grinding into her. She pushed her ass back against him, seeking more friction. The sound of their bodies moving together was a wet squelch, muffled by the bedsheets.

"Harder," she whispered. "Press me down."

Leo groaned. He drove into her, feeling the tightness of her grip. He loved this position. It felt like he owned her completely, shielding her from the world while he used her for his pleasure.

He thrust into her for a few more minutes, savouring her muffled cries of pleasure. He could feel her getting close again, her body trembling under his weight.

But he wanted to see her face.

He pulled out slowly, the loss of connection making her whine.

"Turn over," Leo commanded softly.

Seraphine rolled over. She looked wrecked. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly ravaged.

Leo grabbed her waist and pulled her down the bed. He grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs high. He pushed her knees toward her shoulders, folding her in half.

"Look at me," Leo commanded.

Seraphine looked up. She was completely exposed. Her pussy was swollen, pink, and glistening with his fluids. Her legs were spread so wide it hurt, but it was a good hurt.

Leo moved between her legs. He locked his eyes on hers.

He entered her again.

This position was the most intense yet. It allowed for the deepest penetration possible. He could see her face, every twitch of emotion, every grimace of pleasure.

He held her ankles tight. He drove into her, watching her eyes roll back.

"Leo..." she breathed. "I can feel your heart..."

He leaned forward, covering her body with his. He rested his weight on his forearms. He kissed her.

It wasn't a rough kiss this time. It was slow. Tender.

He kissed her lips, tasting the salt of her tears. He kissed her eyelids. He kissed her forehead.

"I promise," Leo whispered between kisses. "I will come back. I will walk through that door. I will take off my boots. And I will come right back to this bed. And I want you waiting for me."

Seraphine wrapped her arms around his neck. She clung to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in.

"Swear it," she whispered against his lips. "Swear it on the Light. Swear it on your life."

"I swear it," Leo said.

He began to move again. Slowly at first, then faster.

The tenderness melted away, replaced by a desperate need to finish. To merge.

He pounded into her, his hips snapping forward. Every thrust rocked her body. She was open to him, vulnerable and willing.

Seraphine matched his energy. She scratched his back, leaving red welts. She bit his shoulder. She met every thrust with a buck of her hips.

"I am close," she gasped, her head thrashing side to side. "Leo, I am close again."

"Cum for me," Leo growled. "Let it go."

"I love you!" the words slipped out before she could stop them, "I love you, Leo!"

She convulsed. Her body went rigid. She screamed his name into the silence of the room. Her inner muscles clamped down on him, milking him like a vice.

The sensation pushed Leo over the edge.

"Seraphine!"

He roared, burying his face in her neck.

He drove deep and held it there. He erupted.

He poured himself into her. Wave after wave of heat. He gave her everything he had.

They stayed like that for a long time. Tangled together. Sweaty. Breathing hard.

Leo's heart hammered against her chest. He could feel her pulse fluttering against his neck.

Slowly, the world started to come back into focus. The fire snapped in the grate. The wind howled outside the window.

Leo rolled off her, but he didn't go far. He pulled her into his arms.

Seraphine nestled against his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hand playing idly with the hair on his chest.

She looked exhausted. Her eyes were puffy, her lips swollen. But the fear was gone, replaced by a quiet resignation.

Leo reached down and pulled the heavy fur blanket over them.

"You should go back to your room," Leo said softly, stroking her hair, "Before that Bastard wakes up."

"No," Seraphine said firmly, "I am staying."

"Seraphine..."

"Let them talk," she murmured, closing her eyes. "Let my husband hear. I don't care. Tonight, I am yours. Until the sun comes up, I am not moving."

Leo smiled. He kissed the top of her head.

"Okay."

He held her tighter.

"Leo?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah?"

"Be careful," she whispered. "If you see a monster you can't kill... run."

Leo chuckled. The sound rumbled in his chest.

"What are you laughing?" Seraphine frowned.

"It means I am faster than them," Leo said. "Go to sleep."

She sighed, her breath warm against his skin. Within minutes, her breathing evened out. She was asleep.

Leo lay awake for a while longer, staring at the ceiling.

He felt the weight of her body against his. He felt the warmth of her skin.

He checked his status window one last time.

[Status: Rested]

[Buff Applied: Lover's Blessing]

[Effect: +10% to Luck for 48 hours.]

Leo smirked.

"Luck," he whispered to the darkness. "I will take all I can get."

He closed his eyes, his arm wrapped around the woman he was leaving behind. For the first time since coming to this world, Leo felt like he had something real to lose.

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