In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 191: [ - - ]

​Shadow leaned forward. She parted her lips behind the sheer fabric of her veil. She wrapped her warm, wet mouth around the head of his cock.

"Fuck," Leo hissed, his head falling back against the wooden wall of the booth, "That’s it, take it deeper. Let me feel that throat."

​Shadow’s tongue was enthusiastic. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge of his cock, tasting the seeping precum of his.

When she was done cleaning him up, Shadow bobbed her head, taking him deep into her throat, the wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth echoing loudly in the small, enclosed wooden box.

​Slurp. Gawk. Suck.

​Leo looked down at her. A highly trained bodyguard of Ryana’s, stripped bare from the waist up, her face hidden behind a dark veil, kneeling on a holy prayer mat and sucking his cock like her life depended on it.

He was her God.

His hand slipped through her hair, as he held them in his fists.

He thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth roughly. He drove deep into her throat, forcing her to gag, but she didn’t pull back. She swallowed him down, taking every brutal inch.

"That’s it," Leo groaned, his balls slapping against her veil covered chin, "Swallow it all down. Take your communion, you naughty little cocksucker."

"Yeeah!" Shadow hummed a vibration against the shaft, her hands gripping his thighs tightly.

Leo was getting too close to letting it all out. The wetness of her mouth, the warmth that he felt around his cock was too much for him.

But he did not want to release it in her mouth.

His grip tightened around her hair hair and yanked her back, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a pop.

"Uhmm" Shadow looked at his with longing, not wanting to let it go.

She looked at his cock, and then towards Leo as she wiped her veiled mouth with the back of her hand, panting heavily. A string of saliva connected his cock to her veil.

"Stand up," Leo told Shadow.

He then went and down on the small, hard wooden bench inside the confessional chamber.

As Shadow stood in front of him, he held Shadow by the waist and pulled her up. She was completely pliable, her body burning to feel him inside of her.

He unbuttoned her tight leather trousers and shoved them down past her knees, trapping her legs together slightly.

She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her pussy was absolutely soaking wet, glistening in the faint sliver of light bleeding through the cracks in the wooden door.

Leo grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his lap, as he guided his hard cock right to the entrance of her wet pussy.

He didn’t tease her. He drove his hips up, impaling her completely in one brutal thrust.

"Ahhhhh!" Shadow screamed. The sound was muffled by her dark veil, but it echoed loudly in the cramped box.

​She was incredibly tight. Her internal muscles clamped down around his thick shaft, wanting to milk him instantly.

​Shadow wrapped her arms around Leo’s neck, burying her veiled face in his shoulder. She started to ride him.

The wooden bench creaked loudly under their combined weight.

Creak. Smack. Creak.

Leo grabbed her bare, bouncing breasts, he squeezed them hard, his thumbs mercilessly flicking her erect nipples with every downward thrust she took.

"Look at me," Leo commanded, his hands moving to grip her waist.

Shadow lifted her head. Her dark eyes were hazy, dilated, and completely blown out with lust.

"Tell me," Leo grunted, thrusting up hard, hitting her deepest spot. "Who is your master? Who owns you?"

"You! Yes, you!" Shadow bit her lips as she blurted out, her fingernails digging bloody half-moons into his shoulders, "Oh fuck! Yes! Faster! Fuck me harder, Master!"

Leo obliged, as he grabbed her hips and forced her down faster and harder. The sound of their wet flesh slapping together was deafening in the tiny confessional.

But the bench was too small. Leo couldn’t get the leverage he wanted.

So he stopped her abruptly, breathing heavily, he pushed Shadow off his lap.

​Shadow stumbled forward, her leather pants still down around her calves.

​Leo stood up. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. He forced her to bend completely over the small wooden partition that separated the priest’s seat from the sinner’s kneeler.

​Shadow bent over it, her bare chest pressed flat against the hard wood. Her ass was stuck high in the air, perfectly presented to him. Her wet pussy was swollen and dripping.

​Leo didn’t waste a second. He grabbed her hips, lined himself up, and shoved his cock deep inside her from behind.

​"Mother!" Shadow shrieked, her voice cracking.

​The new angle was deeper. It was animalistic.

​Leo leaned forward, his chest pressing against her sweaty, bare back. He reached around with one hand, grabbing a fistful of her dark hair, pulling her head back so she was looking up at the ceiling of the dark box.

​His other hand came down hard on her right ass cheek.

​SMACK!

​The sharp crack of flesh hitting flesh echoed like a gunshot. A bright red handprint blossomed on her pale skin.

​"Ah! Master!" Shadow bucked backward, grinding her tight pussy harder against his cock, "Ah! Please! Hit me again!"

​SMACK! SMACK!

​Leo wasn’t making love right now, he was conquering her.

​He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear through the sheer veil.

​"Who do you serve, Shadow?" Leo growled, his hips slamming against her ass with brutal force, "Ryana may have saved you. She might have owned you till now. But who makes you shake like a cheap whore in a church?"

​"You do!" Shadow cried out, her hands gripping the wooden partition so hard her knuckles were white.

​"Tell me who your master is!" Leo demanded, thrusting deeper, hitting her cervix over and over. "Confess to me!"

​Shadow’s mind shattered completely. The cold, calculating assassin was gone. She was nothing but a quivering mess of raw nerves and blind submission.

​"You are! You are my Master!" Shadow screamed, tears finally leaking from her eyes and soaking into her black veil. "I belong to you! Only you! Please! Please let me cum!"

​"Beg for my blessing," Leo taunted, his own orgasm building rapidly.

​"Bless me! Please! Fill me up!" Shadow sobbed, her body seizing up entirely.

​Her internal walls clamped down on his cock with terrifying force. Shadow orgasmed violently. Her whole body spasmed against the wooden partition. Hot, copious amounts of fluid gushed from her pussy, soaking Leo’s shaft and dripping down onto the holy leather kneeler below.

​The intense pressure of her tight, convulsing muscles was too much.

​Leo roared. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back hard against his groin. He buried himself to the hilt and exploded.

​He pumped his hot seed deep inside her. Wave after wave of thick cum flooded her womb, claiming her utterly and completely.

​He held himself deep inside her for a long time, both of them panting heavily in the pitch-black confessional booth. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the soft, wet squelch as Leo finally pulled out.

​Shadow collapsed onto the floor. She hit the padded kneeler, her bare breasts heaving, her legs completely giving out.

​She looked up at him. Her dark eyes were worshipful. Her veil was soaked with sweat, tears, and spit. She didn’t look like Ryana’s bodyguard anymore. She looked like Leo’s most devoted follower.

​"Get dressed," Leo ordered, his voice still rough.

​He pulled his trousers up and buckled his belt. He kicked her daggers across the floor towards her.

​Shadow scrambled to obey. Her hands were shaking violently. She pulled her leather trousers up. She grabbed her torn leather top, tying it tightly across her chest to hide her breasts. She didn’t bother trying to fix her ruined, wet veil.

​Leo unlocked the heavy iron latch.

​He pushed the heavy mahogany door open, stepping out from behind the velvet curtain into the brightly lit, silent corridor of the Temple of Light.

​He adjusted the collar of his dark coat, feeling a massive rush of adrenaline. He had taken another vital piece of the board. Ryana’s ultimate shield was now his ultimate pet.

​Shadow stumbled out of the booth right behind him. Her legs wobbled. She smelled overwhelmingly of sex, sweat, and spilled seed.

​Leo turned to look down the corridor.

​He froze.

​Standing exactly twenty feet down the hallway, perfectly still, was Ryana.

​The Merchant Queen must have finished her meeting with Aris and Remus early. She had come looking for them.

​Ryana stood there in her tight crimson dress. Her sheer black veil covered her mouth, but her emerald eyes were wide open.

​She stared at Leo. Then, her eyes slowly drifted to Shadow.

​Shadow was a disaster. Her leather top was torn. Her hair was a messy rat’s nest. Her dark veil was plastered to her face with sweat. And the heavy, unmistakable musk of raw, violent sex was radiating off both of them, filling the holy corridor.

​Ryana’s emerald eyes widened in pure, unadulterated shock. The betrayal and horror were completely naked on her face.

​She had caught them desecrating the temple.

​Leo didn’t try to hide it. He didn’t make excuses. He just stood there, staring right back at the Merchant Queen, waiting to see exactly what she would do now that she knew her deadliest weapon belonged to him.

"Oh! I did not see you there," Leo said grinning at Ryana, "I was busy listening to a confession."