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Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 96: Hot Spring Seduction [Part-4]
Chapter 96: Hot Spring Seduction [Part-4]
Hot Spring Seduction [Part-4]
Leon leaned back against a slick boulder, half-closed eyes burning gold through lashes wet with water. He was the very image of pleasure’s sovereign—his body relaxed, his presence commanding, and his eyes smoldering with sensual promise. Four stunning women surrounded him, bathing in the hot waters, skin flushed with heat, desire, and the thrill of mutual indulgence.
Aria crouched between his spread thighs like a priestess in ritual. Her wet, purple hair stuck to her naked back, her alabaster white skin shimmering under the moon. Water droplets beaded on the rise of her breasts—full, soft, hungry—which she pushed together with expert sensuality, encasing the length of his thick, pulsing cock between them.
Then, slowly, sensualy, she started to work.
The smooth sound of her skin meeting his filled the still night, slow rhythm, indulgent.
Shlk... shlk... shlk...
The sensual, rhythmic feel of her slippery skin gliding along his rod echoed softly with the plaintive splashes of water. She breathed harder, parted lips curving in ecstasy as moonbeams played over flushed cheeks.
"Mmhh... is this nice, my love?" she whispered, looking up at him with those seductive violet eyes, shining with mischief and love.
Leon’s breath came to a halt. He leaned his head back against the stone and let out a low growl of pleasure. "Your tits are heavenly, Aria... so warm, so soft... gods."
She laughed, enjoying the compliment, and varied her rhythm just a little, squeezing her breasts harder around him.
His fingers drew a languid path over her shoulder, but his gaze drifted—to the rest.
Cynthia sat near, her knees folded up, her hands demurely hid on her chest. Her raven-black hair stuck to her cheeks, wet with heat and doubt. Her eyes didn’t leave his cock as it vanished again and again into Aria’s breasts—her lips parted somewhat, as if frozen in a trance.
More in the rear, Kyra bit down on her lower lip, closing her thighs tightly under the water. The innocence of her broad eyes hardly covered the desire taking root within.
Syra covered half her mouth with her palm, yet her eyes gave her away—glinting with a mischievous hunger.
Leon’s lips twisted into a slow, masterful smile.
"Cynthia," he softly called, voice akin to silk saturated in power.
She startled slightly, blinking as her eyes snapped up to meet his.
"Come to me, sweetheart."
"I-I... me?" she whispered, barely audible.
He chuckled. "Yes. You. Don’t be shy. You’re mine too."
The earnestness in his voice caught her breath. She moved, slowly, nervously, into the water toward him, small delicate steps. The spring lapped against her thighs, hips, and the water shimmered as it followed the lines of her curves. When she came to him, Leon slipped an unyielding hand about her waist, drew her softly to his side.
Her breath caught.
She gasped softly, her wet skin meeting his skin—his hand firm and warm on her hip, his body radiating raw heat.
Leon tilted her chin upward with gentle fingers, brushing his lips against hers—a mere ghost of a kiss.
"You’re adorable when you’re nervous," he whispered, voice a husky tease.
"I-I’m not..." she began, but the words melted away as his lips claimed hers —deeper, possessive and slow kiss.
Between his thighs, Aria persisted in her adoration. Her breasts conformed closer to his cock, her actions more deliberate.
Shlk... shlk... shlk...
Leon moaned against Cynthia’s lips, the ecstasy so extreme it seemed to reverberate through his kiss. Cynthia’s face flamed as she realized—he was being serviced by Aria even then, while kissing her so intimately.
She whined, trapped in the erotic maelstrom.
Leon’s warm breath fluttered against her lips as he whispered, "I think... it’s your turn next. Would you like to taste your husband, my love?"
Cynthia hesitated, her pulse racing. "Yes, husband. I want to... I want to please you. and taste you also.
His smile contained both pride and promise. "Good girl."
Beneath them, Aria went on her teasing adoration. Her hands danced in rhythm with her breasts, seducing, caressing, stroking his cock between her softness. The passion mounted gradually, and Leon’s dick quivered in anticipation.
"Ahh... Aria," he gritted. "You’re going to make me—"
"Cum?" she completed her word with licking her lips in anticipation. "Then let me taste it."
Leon’s voice rasped, his hips shifting forward inch by inch, pushing deeper into her bosom. "Take me," he snarled. "All of me, Aria."
Aria ducked her head readily, opening her lips to enclose the pearled head of his cock. She eased it in with ease-forged skills, her tongue tracing circles around the crown.
Schlk... slrp... slrk...
The warmth of her mouth, the wet pull, the whirling tongue—Leon groaned, a low, savage one, deep and primal, his fingers tightening on Cynthia’s hip.
"Fuck. that mouth."
Cynthia stood, transfixed, her legs squeezing close under the water.
Aria sucked him in deep, cheeks hollowing, her moan humming around his cock.
He pulled Cynthia into another kiss, devouring her lips as Aria sucked him deeply beneath the water. Cynthia trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation of being kissed so intensely while knowing another woman pleasured him mere inches away.
"I’m gonna cum..." he growled, voice hoarse and raw.
Aria gave a tiny nod, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, faster, her lips never leaving his cock.
Then—release.
Leon’s hips bucked and with a strained grunt that ran the length of his body, he climaxed.
Spurt... spurt... spurt...
Hot, thick streams flooded Aria’s mouth, and she swallowed him greedily—eyes shut in ecstasy, throat pulsing as it swallowed each successive drop. When she finally withdrew, her lower lip was still covered in his essence.
She licked it away with a seductive grin, then called upon a soft wash of mana to cleanse the remainder. Her voice was a whispered purr. "Delicious, as always."
Gliding to Leon’s other side, she curled into him with contentment, fingers drawing lazy circles across his abdomen.
Leon shifted to Cynthia, holding her still close.
"Your turn, darling," he growled, eyes burning.
Cynthia’s breath caught in her throat. Her gaze fell.
He was still hard.
Thick. Proud. Throbbing with desire.
"You’re... still like that?" she breathed, astounded.
Leon’s smirk grew wider. "Because of you."
He squeezed her hip hard, and her knees almost went beneath the water. Shyness skipped over her face, but underneath—something began to stir. Curiosity. Lust.
"I want to please you too..." she whispered, her voice little more than a breath.
"Then come," he said, inclining his head toward the space in front of him.
With timid movements, she lowered herself between his thighs. The water lapped softly around her as she knelt, face level with his cock, her heart pounding.
Her hand reached out—shaking slightly—and wrapped around his shaft. The heat of it made her gasp. It twitched of his dick in her palm, made her shiver.
Leon gently stroked her hair. "There’s no rush. Just feel me. Taste me. I’m yours."
"I’ll do my best, husband," she breathed.
Leon swept her cheek with his knuckles, voice gentle but commanding. "That’s all I ever request, my darling."
Syra stood behind them, fanning herself with pretend dramatic flair. "By the gods, it’s as if watching poetry unfold."
Kyra nodded silently, eyes wide. " "He’s so... perfect. And massive."
Cynthia leaned forward, heart thudding. Her lips parted as she eased his tip into her mouth.
Then slowly, she opened to him, enveloping her lips around him with uncertain fondness.
Leon let his eyes fall shut and breathed out—a low, extended moan as her mouth embraced him.
She suckled delicately, tongue hesitantly probing, and Leon’s hips bunched up under the stimulus.
His hand was still cupped at her nape, not pressing, merely steering.
"Like that," he whispered. "My sweet little Cynthia...
The stars revolved in silence above, and the spring hissed hotter with each breath, each moan, each kiss.
And the night was young still.