SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 514: The Temples Rest—1

Leon took a step toward them, and the space between them seemed to shrink with that single movement. The mountain air was cool, carrying the faint scent of stone and open sky, but the warmth radiating from both women was palpable.

Ira’s chest rose and fell with a slightly quicker breath. Her hands were at her sides, but her fingers twitched — the same way they did when she was preparing for a fight, but softer, anticipatory in a different way.

Seraphine’s composure held, but her eyes had darkened slightly. She knew this routine. She knew what came next. And she welcomed it.

Leon didn’t speak right away. He let the silence stretch, let the tension build naturally. The house behind them stood quiet, waiting. The dimensional world’s ambient light cast everything in a soft, eternal twilight.

Then he moved.

Not fast. Not slow. Just deliberate. His hand reached out and found Ira’s chin, tilting her face up gently. Her breath caught. His other hand found Seraphine’s waist, pulling her closer.

""Inside,"" he said, his voice low. ""Now.""

Ira’s lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. She didn’t move immediately. Instead, she turned — slowly, deliberately — and began walking toward the door. Her hips swayed with an exaggerated, hypnotic rhythm, each step a silent invitation. Her bare feet padded softly against the stone, her back arched just enough to make the curve of her ass bounce with every step. She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes locking with his, her tongue tracing her lower lip.

The sight sent a pulse of blood straight to Leon’s cock. It tightened in his pants, straining against the fabric. His jaw clenched.

Then Seraphine moved behind him.

Her arms wrapped around his waist from behind, her body pressing flush against his back. Her breasts — soft, full, warm — pushed intentionally against his shoulder blades. She leaned up, her lips brushing the shell of his ear.

""She’s showing off for you,"" she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. ""You like it, don’t you?""

Leon’s hand shot back, finding Seraphine’s ass in the dim light. He squeezed. Hard. Her plump cheeks yielded under his grip, and she let out a soft, pleased hum against his ear.

He didn’t answer with words. He just followed Ira inside, his hand still gripping Seraphine’s ass as she walked pressed against his side, her arm still looped around him.

The door closed behind them with a soft click.

Once inside the room, Ira had already shed her outer light armor pieces, leaving only the tight-fitting suit beneath. The material clung to her like a second skin, showing every curve with merciless precision. Her breasts — a generous D cup — pressed against the fabric, her nipples hard and visible, two perfect points straining against the material. Her waist curved inward before flaring out into plump, round hips and an ass that looked even more incredible in the tight suit. Between her legs, a dark, wet patch had formed — her arousal leaking through, creating a perfect outline of her pussy against the fabric.

She stood there, waiting. Her eyes were half-lidded, her breathing slightly quickened. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to.

Seraphine had released Leon’s arm, turning her attention to undoing her own armor. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, unbuckling straps, sliding pieces off.

But Leon’s focus was already on Ira.

He crossed the distance in three quick strides. His hands found her waist, pulling her against him. His mouth crashed into hers — hungry, demanding, his tongue sliding past her lips without hesitation. She moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

His hands moved. One found her breast, squeezing through the tight fabric, his thumb finding her hard nipple and rolling it between his fingers. She gasped against his mouth. His other hand slid down her stomach, past her navel, until his palm pressed against the wet mark on her pants. He rubbed her through the fabric, feeling the heat, the dampness, the shape of her pussy beneath.

Ira broke the kiss, her head falling back, a moan escaping her lips.

Leon didn’t slow down. He turned her around, pressing her against the nearest wall. His body pinned her there, his hard cock pressing against her ass through his pants. The bulge was massive — a thick, heavy outline straining against the fabric, leaving no doubt about what she was about to receive.

He ground against her, his cock sliding along the crack of her ass, leaving a damp trail of precum on her suit. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady.

""Is this what you wanted?"" His voice was low, rough, right next to her ear.

Ira could only nod, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. ""Yes. Please. Don’t make me wait.""

Leon’s hands moved fast. He unzipped his pants and shoved them down, his thick 10-inch cock springing free and slapping against Ira’s ass with a wet . The sound echoed in the room. He didn’t wait. He grabbed her hips and started grinding his cock over her wet pussy, the tight fabric of her suit doing nothing to hide the heat and moisture beneath. His shaft slid along the soaked outline of her cunt, precum mixing with her arousal, creating a lewd, sticky mess.

Ira’s moans came freely. Her head was pressed against the wall, her hands braced against it, her ass pushing back against him with every grind. She was desperate, her body trembling.

""Please—just—put it in—""

But Leon held her there, teasing her through the fabric, making her wait.

Then Seraphine appeared behind him.

She had stripped down to her own tight innerwear, her body just as perfect, just as ready. She slid up beside him, her hand reaching out to gently pull one of his hands away from Ira’s ass cheek. He looked at her, and she met his gaze with those dark, knowing eyes.

She took his fingers — the ones that had been squeezing Ira’s ass — and brought them to her mouth. She parted her lips and slowly, deliberately, took two of his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around them, sliding along the length, coating them with saliva. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes never leaving his.

The way she did it — like she was sucking something else, like she was telling him exactly what she wanted him to do to her next — made his cock throb. It pulsed violently, growing even harder, the head turning a deep, angry red.

She released his fingers with a wet and smiled.

""Now you can give it to her.""

Leon turned back to Ira. His hands hooked into the waistband of her tight suit and pulled. It came down with difficulty — her plump ass was so round, so full, that the fabric fought him every inch of the way. But he won. He pulled it down past her hips, past her thighs, until her bare ass was exposed, glistening with sweat and arousal.

A thin, sticky line of her wetness stretched from her panties, connected to her pussy as the fabric peeled away, snapping when it finally broke.

Leon didn’t wait another second.

He aligned his cock — the head pressing directly against her sopping wet entrance — and thrust forward in one brutal, seamless motion.

He buried himself to the hilt. Full depth. Her tight, hot walls clamped around him instantly, milking him, gripping him like she never wanted him to leave.

Ira’s scream was primal. Her back arched, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent cry before sound caught up.

""FUUUUCK—!""

He didn’t stop. He pulled back and slammed in again. His hips moved with relentless rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, harder, faster. Her ass rippled with every impact, her moans turning into a continuous stream of pleasure.

""Yes—yes—right there—don’t stop—please don’t stop—""

Leon didn’t plan to.

Behind him, Seraphine watched, her hand already sliding down her own body, her fingers finding her clit through her innerwear. She rubbed herself slowly, her eyes fixed on the sight of Leon’s cock disappearing into Ira’s pussy, over and over.

The room filled with the sounds of wet, slapping flesh and Ira’s desperate, beautiful