In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 190: [ - - ]

At the end of a narrow passage, partially hidden in shadow, was what he had been searching for.

It was the confession chamber.

A solid mahogany door reinforced with iron bands stood recessed into the wall.

On the door, faded carvings of scales and chained hands were etched into its surface. A small metal grille near eye level allowed voices to pass through without revealing the speaker.

This was where sinners came to confess behind a locked door. Leo stepped forward and gripped the handle. He pulled the door open.

Then he turned, and without any explanation, caught Shadow by the arm, and dragged her inside the confession room.

​Shadow gasped, stumbling forward. Before she could regain her balance, Leo stepped in right behind her and pulled the curtain shut.

He grabbed the heavy iron latch on the inside of the wooden door and slammed it home.

​Click.

​They were locked inside.

​The chamber was pitch black, and slightly cramped. There was a small wooden bench against one wall, and a padded leather kneeler on the floor under a small, slatted wooden grate.

​Shadow’s back hit the wooden wall. Her breathing spiked instantly.

​"Ma... Master," Shadow whispered, her voice tight, "What are we doing here? Weren’t we supposed to be checking the perimeter."

"You aren’t that naive are you?" Leo smirked as he inches closer to his cornered prey.

"But for your sake. I will check it. I will check every inch of it." Leo whispered into het ear, as his chest pressed hard against hers.

​He didn’t give her time to think. He grabbed her by the hips and slammed her back against the dark mahogany.

​He reached down to her waist. He methodically unbuckled her weapon belt.

He pulled two daggers from their sheaths and tossed them carelessly over his shoulder. They clattered loudly onto the wooden floor of the holy booth.

Shadow trembled. If it was anyone else, she would have grabbed him by the neck, punched him in the throat and ripped his face apart in the blink of an eye.

But with Leo in front of him, her mind went blank, her body betrayed her instantly. She was already wet just from him touching her.

Leo grabbed the front of her tight leather top. He didn’t bother with the intricate laces.

Instead, he leaned in close, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of her neck. His teeth grazed her pulse point, sending electric shivers down her spine.

Shadow gasped, her head falling back instinctively to give him better access.

Leo took the invitation, his lips closing around her skin as he sucked gently, marking her.

His hands slid up her sides, fingers dancing along the edges of her leather top before cupping her breasts through the material.

He squeezed firmly, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples.

Shadow moaned, the sound muffled by her veil but still audible in the confined space of the confession booth.

Her hips pressed forward, rubbing against the growing bulge in Leo’s trousers.

Leo’s fingers worked at her breasts, rolling and pinching her sensitive peaks until they were achingly hard points pressing against the inside of her leather top.

Shadow’s hands came up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

She was panting now, her body on fire with need. Every touch from Leo sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her, making her forget everything but the sensations he was creating.

Finally, Leo pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with lust as he looked at her.

Without a word, he gripped the front of her leather top and with a brutal yank, ripped it open.

The leather tore with a sound that seemed obscenely loud in the quiet booth.

Her small pale breasts spilled out into the dark, the cool air of the booth making her already hard nipples tighten further.

Shadow looked down at herself, at her exposed flesh, and then back up at Leo. Her eyes were wide above her black veil, filled with a mixture of shame, desire, and desperate need.

​Shadow reached a shaking hand up to her face, instinctively going to pull her dark veil down so she could kiss him.

​Leo grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

"No," Leo whispered, his hot breath washing over her veiled mouth, "Keep it on. I like looking at those pretty eyes while you hide the rest."

He grabbed both of her bare breasts with his large hands. He squeezed them roughly, kneading the soft flesh.

He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger.

Shadow let out a sharp, muffled whine through her veil. Her hips bucked forward involuntarily, grinding her leather-clad crotch against his hard thigh.

"You like that, my little darling?" Leo taunted, his thumbs circling her swollen peaks.

"Yes... Yes, I love it, Master!" Shadow whimpered, as her body twitched under his touch.

"Then you will like what’s going to come next even more," Leo grabbed a fistful of her hair, as he pulled her head down, forcing her to look at the floor.

"This is a place of worship, Shadow," Leo said, his voice dripping with dark amusement, "Get down on your knees. It’s time to pray."

Shadow didn’t hesitate a bit.

Her legs were already shaking, so she was quick to sink down onto the padded kneeler, her small, perky breasts heaving in the dark. Leo stood over her.

He unbuckled his heavy belt. He shoved his dark trousers down, freeing his thick, rock-hard cock.

It twitched in the cool air, leaking a drop of pre-cum.

Shadow looked up at it, as her eyes lit up at the sight of it.

"You look hungry for it Shadow. A cock-hungry whore who has been very bad." Leo commanded, "I think it is time for you to confess your sins."

"Ummm!" Shadow parted her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of pre-cum on his tip.

"That’s it, Shadow!" Leo’s head fell back, "Take my cock down your throat like the obedient little woman you are."