All MILFs are Mine Chapter 359: Time to go
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
*Blink-Blink*
Leon’s eyes gradually opened as the morning light streamed into the chamber.
"Hmm...?"
The initial sensation was an overwhelming, sweet perfume of femininity. His face was nestled deeply within a soft, yielding expanse, Rika’s substantial, heavy breasts serving as a warm, living blanket, pressing against his nose and mouth.
He emitted a low groan and pushed himself free from her cleavage, only to encounter a moist warmth ensnaring his right hand.
Glancing down, he observed Myra’s full, mature legs wrapped tightly around his limb; two of his fingers remained embedded knuckle-deep within her intimate folds, which pulsed rhythmically even in her slumber.
"Bloody hell... I really did a number on-" He halted mid-declaration upon feeling a familiar, insistent heat encircling his groin. Looking down, he saw Lauren. She was still entirely unconscious, slumped across his lap like a discarded doll, his thick member still submerged deep within her slick, engorged core.
As his vision cleared, he surveyed the scene of disarray. Their bodies presented a tableau of his unrestrained indulgence. Dark crimson bite marks and deep violet bruises adorned their forms from every angle—their ample posterior curves, the delicate skin of their inner thighs, and the undersides of their drooping breasts. Leon had left no area unmarked.
With a moist *schlick*, he slowly withdrew his fingers from Myra, then gripped his shaft to extricate himself from Lauren’s embrace. Yet, as he pulled back, the unconscious woman’s inner walls suddenly contracted, gripping him firmly, unwilling to release him.
"What the-!? This woman is out cold and her cunt is still trying to devour my cock? Greedy, damn hole," Leon mused with a slight grin. He had to withdraw with agonizing slowness, feeling the friction of her tight, honeyed depths before he finally emerged with a resounding, wet expulsion.
*Pop*
"Phew..."
Standing, he stretched his muscles, taking in the sight of the three thoroughly spent MILFs. Without any inclination to assist them, he merely shook his head and commenced dressing, stepping over discarded heaps of torn undergarments.
Fully attired, he proceeded to the door. Halting momentarily, his hand resting on the handle, he turned back to cast a final glance at the mound of trembling, cream-laden flesh on the bed.
"Well then, ladies... concoct whatever falsehoods you wish for your husbands," Leon murmured, a dark, triumphant smile gracing his lips. "But inform your private parts that their hopes are in vain. They shall never experience such pleasure again. Farewell."
He stepped into the corridor, the door closing with a soft click, sealing away the lingering scent of his recent exertions.
Following this, he departed the residence and began his walk towards the kingdom’s exit.
As Leon advanced, he observed a group approaching him.
Trody led the procession, with the others following in his wake.
"Hmm... It appears their ceremony has concluded," Leon commented in a low tone, noting that Trody was escorting everyone back to their respective homes.
Leon approached him casually and noticed he was in conversation with two men.
"Yes, yes... I understand. I am certain they will be home shortly." Trody responded in a hushed voice.
"What transpired?" Leon inquired from behind.
"Oh... Sir Leon. This is Ray, and this is Pale; they are Myra and Lauren’s husbands," Trody replied with a placid expression.
"Ah... Greetings. Is there an issue, perhaps?" Leon asked, feigning bewilderment.
"They are stating they cannot locate them anywhere, and I am attempting to assure them that they must simply be around here somewhere-"
"I saw them. I believe all three of them were assisting Elder Morin with clearing out his residence recently. Why don’t you check there?" Leon suggested with a smile.
"W-What?" Trody’s expression shifted to shock as he failed to grasp Leon’s intention.
"Thank you, sir."
"We shall proceed there immediately."
Both men spoke in unison before hurrying off in the direction of Morin’s house.
...
"Very well then... I suppose it is time for my departure. You may continue to govern your kingdom." Leon stated with a smile, placing a hand on Trody’s shoulder.
"B-But sir... How am I to explain what occurred with their wives within the house?" Trody questioned, his face etched with confusion.
"Well... that sounds like a ‘you’ problem, and can you not handle such a minor inconvenience? Otherwise, how would you manage to rule this kingdom?
The women will not speak of it if they regain consciousness before they are discovered. So, why don’t you hasten and ensure they are awake before they encounter their husbands?" Leon proposed with a smile.
"Y-Yes..." Trody assented, immediately turning and running towards Morin’s house as well.
"Be cautious... the floor is rather slippery." Leon cautioned in a low tone before walking away in the opposite direction, a smirk playing on his lips.
Upon exiting the kingdom’s boundaries, Leon proceeded towards the entrance gate of the second level.
As he walked, his gaze fell upon a screen materializing before him.
[Last Rise: Astral Drift (0/50000)]
“Hm… Fifty thousand times, but should I really repeat it that many times, or just focus on this one?” Leon murmured, his voice low and laced with confusion. ‘But what that old man did was truly fascinating… He was standing so far away, and in mere seconds, he appeared right behind me. And that final sentence he uttered? It was incredibly cool. As calm and deadly as still water,’ he mused, his expression unreadable. ‘You’re aware I can hear your inner thoughts, aren’t you?’ White Fox’s voice echoed within his mind. ‘I am, but why are you listening in now?’ Leon inquired, a puzzled tone. ‘Every time you think about the last rise, I begin to hear your thoughts and observe your actions,’ White Fox responded neutrally. ‘Ah… I understand–’ “Master.” Dusk’s voice suddenly cut in from the front. Leon looked up, spotting Dusk seated by the gate, awaiting his arrival. As Leon approached the gate, he observed a large, perfectly circular opening precisely in the center of the metallic barrier. “Well, Dusk… it’s time to head to the second floor.”
