Morning Whispers of Sin
The golden fingers of sunrise stole in through the silk drapery, lighting warmly upon the extravagant room. Dust motes leaped lazily in the sun rays, bathing the scene left behind by a night heavy with sin and passion.
Leon stirred.
His wide chest rose and fell with every even breath as the sun's rays softly caressed his naked skin. The silk sheets wrapped around his hips, sticking to the slight sheen of sweat that still clung to him from the previous night. A deep, low breath slipped from his throat—a sound halfway between a sigh and a growl, filled with satisfaction and exhaustion.
Then he sensed it.
Heat. Moisture. Movement.
"Mmm." he moaned, golden eyes blinking open.
He was aware of the first thing before he was of the room or the sun—but sensation. A slow, delicious suction that arched his spine upward. His dick was hard, pushing against the sheet—and someone's mouth was on him.
He blinked away the sleep and glanced down. He glanced down.
The sheet draped over his waist, but it shifted—silently, persistently. With a wave of his hand, he shooed it off.
And there she was
Red hair cascaded like flame across his thighs, catching the morning sun. Her red eyes sparkled up at him, with wicked fun and desire. The covers slumped off her bare body, exposing the curve of her back and the gentle rise of her buttocks. Her mouth, surrounding his erection, made the most vile, sloppy noises—slurp… pop… slrrpp.—as she withdrew, with her tongue tracing circles around the head.
"Sweetheart…" he grunted, his voice rough with sleep and pleasure.
She popped off him, licking her lips as one would enjoy a treat. "Darling," she drawled, her voice husky with morning rasp and hunger, "you were sleeping… but this bit of you was wide awake. I couldn't help myself."
Leon laughed, low and wicked, raking a hand through her bed-tangled hair. "A dangerous little demon, aren't you?"
Rias merely smiled.
Without another word, she dipped once more, her tongue and lips moving in tandem, faster now, wetter, bolder—slrp… mmhh… slrp! Her moans vibrated up his shaft, and Leon's fist tightened on the sheets. His breathing grew more rapid. Every motion, every lick of her tongue, caused him to throb harder.
"Sweetheart …" he groaned, the sound like thunder in his chest. "I'm… coming…"
She didn't blink. She swallowed every last drop, red eyes fixed on his. When she finally released him, she licked her lips with slow deliberation, cheeks flushed, breath thick.
"You are more delicious in the morning," she breathed confidently, crawling over to sit across his stomach. Her skin still radiated last night's desire. A tender sheen of sweat glistened across her collarbones and thighs, and her perfume—feminine, rich, wicked—combined with his, still heavy in the air.
The curve of her breasts swayed with each breath, her pink nipples tight from arousal. Her body glistened faintly in the sunlight—flawless, glowing. Her womanhood brushed against his abs, leaving heat in its wake. She leaned down, lips brushing his, her hair creating a crimson curtain around them.
Leon slid his hands along her waist, gripping her hips gently. "You're bold in the morning."
"I'm yours," she whispered. "Why should I hold back?"
He smiled—slow, dangerous, and full of desire. "You're playing with fire."
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "Then burn me, Daddy."
Then, he flipped her in one smooth motion—now she lay beneath him, laughing breathlessly.
"You always do that," she pouted on his action.
"Because I love this view," he smiled whispered, before claiming her lips.
The kiss was liquid—tongues swirled, breaths commingled, teeth brushed. His hands wandered—her waist, her hips, the line of her hip. She leaned into him, moaning against his mouth— "Mmh… nghh… yes…"—as he mapped every curve of her.
Then he pushed her onto her knees, her back curved in submission, hips up.
He hesitated, gaze consuming her—the perfect arch of her spine, the rounded curve of her hips, the warm softness between her thighs slick with desire.
"Wait…," she whispered, looking back. "I was just joking…."
His hand grasped her ass, squeezing. "Teasing has a price, sweetheart."
Her breath caught. "But I'm still tired… from last night…."
"I'll be gentle," he lied, his face twisted in a wicked grin.
One slow, hard thrust, and he was in her.
"Ahhh—Daddy!" she exclaimed, voice shaking with delight.
He maintained a consistent rhythm, every motion eliciting another sound from her lips— "Ngh… mhh… aah…!"—and each one only fueled his craving. Their bodies danced like verse—colliding, yearning, devouring.
They carry on their sex session until noon. They didn't hurry. This wasn't lust—it was passion and love.
who know how many enjoys doing session after their bodies finally give way to exhaustion, the sun had climbed high in the sky, and their entwined limbs were covered in heat and sweat. The bed was in disarray of silken sheets, rumpled crimson hair, and their shared warmth.
Leon was on his back, chest heaving and falling as he panted. Rias was beside him, curled into his side, face flushed, eyes heavy-lidded and aglow.
"Sweetheart…" he whispered, running his fingers through her hair.
"Mm?" she hummed, still half-asleep.
"I could get addicted to you."
She laughed softly. "You already are."
There was a long silence, the kind only lovers can share when they've been utterly destroyed by one another. And then, her voice came back—soft, but edged with possessiveness.
"You'll never leave me… right?"
Leon turned and gazed into her eyes. "Never. You're mine."
Rias smiled, then breathed softly, "And you're mine… Daddy."
Leon's soft laugh, as he pulled her tighter.
But just as the heat wrapped around them—knock knock.
A melodious voice trailed behind.
"My Lord… may I enter?"
They both stopped.
And swiftly identify voice, it was Aria. The head maid.
Rias raised an eyebrow. "She's here…"
"Perhaps, she comes to wake us," Leon looked at the door, then back at her. "Should I…
Rias smiled, carefree, voice teasing. "Enter, Aria."
The door opened.
Purple tresses cascaded like silk across Aria's shoulders, maid uniform crisp. As soon as she entered, she froze. The scent greeted her first—rich, heavy, irreducibly drenched in sweat, musk, and raw need.
And then she saw them.
Leon, basking naked, golden flesh still moist with sheen.
Rias, pinned against his chest, similarly naked, rosy cheeks and glowing body slick with sweat.
Her heart was racing. She wasn't a child. She understood what this did. She'd seen them emerging from the bath together naked yesterday, both soaking wet, clothes stuck to sinful curves and muscle.
But now…
Her Lord… seriously Fuck… his daughter…
Aria's face burned. Her mind reeled.
And yet—
"Aria …" Rias address her suavely, clearly utterly unperturbed by her station.
"Yes, Young Miss," she managed, voice barely above a whisper.
"Can You… get breakfast for me and Daddy…?" Rias smiled; her voice honeyed. "Something sweet. We've worked up an appetite."
Aria nodded, her face flushed scarlet. "Y-Yes, Young Miss!"
She spun sharply, almost running out the door.
Leon sighed on her playfulness, then kissed her temple. "Bath?"
"Yes…" she murmured, stretching.
He got up from the bed with ease. But when Rias attempted to stand—
Her legs shook.
And she fell.
Leon caught her mid-fall, strong arms wrapping around her.
"Daddy…" she pouted, half-laughing. "Look what you did to me. I can't even walk…"
Guilt flashed in his eyes. "Sorry… I got swing by your body."
She gives him playful sullen look and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing against his bare chest.
"So, carry me, Daddy."
He smiled—and picked her up easily. "Let me pamper you now," he whispered.
And as she buried her face in his neck, a contented, gentle smile curved her lips.