Chapter 486: Bad Seraphine—1
Leon didn’t let up. He kept fucking her hard — SLAP... SLAP... SLAP — each thrust driving deep into her, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room. Her moans came in a steady rhythm, riding the waves of pleasure he was delivering.
Ah—! Ah—! AH—!
The first orgasm hit her like a breaking dam. Her body convulsed, her walls clenching around him — SQUEEZE — and she cried out, loud and unrestrained. He didn’t stop. He kept pounding into her through it, riding her through the peak.
Nnnh—! LEON—! FUCK—!
The second came faster. Her legs shook, her fingers gripping the bedsheets as another wave crashed through her. — YES—YES—RIGHT THERE—! — Her voice cracked, raw and desperate.
The third tore through her with a scream. — AAAAAHHHH—! — Her body went rigid, arching, every muscle taut as pleasure consumed her completely. She was dripping, soaking, completely undone beneath him.
Only then did Leon allow himself to follow.
He drove deep — SLAM — buried to the hilt, and released. His thick white load erupted inside her, shot after shot, filling her womb with hot, heavy seed. PUMP... PUMP... PUMP...
The fourth orgasm hit her simultaneously. The biggest one. Her vision went white, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body spasmed around him, milking every drop he gave her. Her legs trembled violently, her toes curling, her entire being consumed by the force of it.
He pulled out slowly. Schlick.
A waterfall followed. His cum spilled out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her. He watched it — watched his work — and felt a deep, satisfied pride settled in his chest.
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Outside, Ira was leaning against the wall with her ear pressed flat against the stone.
She didn’t need to. With her strength, she could hear everything from anywhere in the house — every gasp, every moan, every wet sound. But she chose this position anyway. It felt closer. More intimate. She didn’t want to miss a single beat.
Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was uneven. Her pants were already pushed down, her panties slid to the side, and her fingers were moving inside herself in a rhythm that matched the sounds coming from the other side of the door. In... out... in... out...
She listened to Seraphine’s orgasms. She counted them. Three. Then four. The final one made her bite her lip hard enough to taste blood.
Fuck.
Her fingers worked faster. She was close. So close.
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Inside the room, Leon and Seraphine both knew.
They had known the whole time. Ira’s senses were spread out like a net, feeling everything, and they were both aware of her presence outside — aware of her hand between her legs, aware of her breath hitching, aware of exactly what she was doing while she listened.
They didn’t stop. They didn’t quiet down.
Seraphine’s legs trembled as she turned around on the bed. Her body was still quaking from the force of her climax, but her eyes — those amethyst eyes — were filled with something far from satisfied. Lust. Pure, hungry, insatiable lust.
She looked at his cock.
It was still fully hard. Veiny. Thick. Glistening with their combined fluids. It had never gone limp. It didn’t look like it planned to any time soon.
Her eyes told him everything she didn’t need to say.
You’re not done either.
She turned fully, crawling toward him on all fours across the bed — hands, knees, slow and deliberate — her body moving with the kind of grace that came naturally to her. She reached him and grabbed hold of his thick cock, her fingers wrapping around the shaft covered in their mixed seed.
She brought her mouth close.
She kissed the tip. Soft. Tender. A stark contrast to everything they’d just done.
Then she opened her lips and started licking him clean. Slurp. Her tongue traced along the length, collecting every drop, cleaning him with deliberate attention. Slowly. Thoroughly. Her eyes never left his.
Schlick. Schlick.
She wrapped her lips around the head and took him into her mouth.
Mmmnh—
His hand found the back of her head. Not pushing. Just resting there, fingers threading through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her soft mouth working on him.
She sank lower. Gulp. Taking more. Gulp. Deeper.
Grk.
The sound escaped her throat as she pushed past her limit. Grk. She tried again. Grk. Her jaw strained, her throat working to accommodate him. She could only take about two-thirds — the rest was too much, too thick, too long — but she kept trying, pushing herself, wanting to give him everything.
Grrrk.
And through it all, her eyes stayed locked on his.
She watched him. Watched his face. Watched his pleasure-filled grunts escape his lips — unhh... fuck... Seraphine... — each sound sending a thrill through her. She wanted to hear more.
He looked down at her and saw it.
The bulge in her neck. Visible even with only two-thirds of him inside her. A clear outline of his cock pressing against her throat from the inside.
The urge to ram it in hit him like a freight train. Every instinct screamed at him to grip her head and thrust, to bury himself completely, to feel her throat constrict around every inch of him. His hips twitched forward involuntarily.
He held back.
Easy. Slow. She’s not built for this.
His cock was a monster. He knew that. If he gave in to that urge, he would hurt her. So he held himself still, letting her set the pace, letting her take what she could.
But heaven. It was heaven. Her mouth, her throat, her eyes looking up at him while she gagged around his length.
His fingers tightened in her hair, and he let out a low, shuddering breath.
Leon watched her work. The sight of her beautiful face — those amethyst eyes looking up at him, her lips stretched around his girth, her cheeks hollowed with effort — it was art. Pure, messy, beautiful art. His hand stayed in her hair, gentle now, stroking rather than gripping, as he let her take what she wanted.
Mmmph... mmmph...
The sounds she made were muffled, wet, desperate. She kept going, her throat working around him, her tongue moving even in the limited space she had. She was determined. She wanted this.
He felt the buildup approaching. His breathing grew heavier. His hand tightened slightly in her hair.
Seraphine... I’m close...
She responded by taking him deeper. Grk. A gag. Then another. Grrk. She wanted it all.
He released.
PUMP.
Thick white semen flooded her mouth. PUMP. Another shot. PUMP. A third. He kept coming, filling her mouth completely, more than she could handle.
PUMP... PUMP...
Her eyes watered slightly. A crease formed at the corners — not pain, not strain. Happiness. Pure, genuine happiness. She worked her throat to swallow, gulp, then another, gulp, trying to catch every drop. She wanted it all. She needed it all.
But his load was too much.
A trickle escaped the corner of her mouth. White against her fair skin. Then another. She caught most of it, swallowing frantically, but some of it slipped past her lips despite her best efforts.
She pulled back slowly, pop, and looked up at him with satisfaction burning in her eyes. Her tongue swept out to catch the stray drops at the corner of her mouth. Slurp.
Then she paused.
Her eyes went wide.
