SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 516: The Temples Rest—3

Leon felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the signal that his release was imminent. Seraphine’s mouth worked him with increasing fervor, her tongue dancing along his shaft, her cheeks hollowing with each powerful suck. Slurp, slurp, gluck. She knew he was close. She could feel it in the way his cock pulsed against her tongue, in the way his grip on her head tightened just slightly.

"Ah—fuck—Seraphine—"

His hips bucked once, twice, and then he was flooding her mouth. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot down her throat in powerful spurts, each one heavier than the last. Seraphine’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan vibrating around his cock as she swallowed. Gulp, gulp. She didn’t miss a single drop. Her throat worked methodically, gulping down his load as fast as it came, determined not to let any of it go to waste.

When he finally stopped twitching, she pulled back slowly, her lips dragging along his sensitive shaft. Pop. A single droplet of white slid down her chin. She caught it with her finger, brought it to her lips, and licked it clean with a satisfied smile.

"I love the taste," she murmured, her voice slightly hoarse. "And the effects."

Behind her, Ira had collapsed completely. She had come twice — twice — just from Leon’s fingers. His skilled, knowing fingers had found her G-spot with unerring accuracy, curling and pressing and stroking until she had screamed her release into the floor. Squish, squelch. Her body was limp, her breath ragged, her pussy still clenching around nothing, dripping with a mixture of his cum and her own arousal.

Leon withdrew his fingers from Ira, slick and glistening, and turned his attention to Seraphine.

He guided her forward, positioning her in the same pose Ira had occupied moments ago — on her hands and knees, facing the bed, her ass raised and waiting. The only difference was that Seraphine was still wearing her tightly fitted innerwear. The dark fabric clung to her every curve, and as Leon looked at her from behind, he could see it clearly.

The outline of her pussy was perfectly visible through the wet patch that had formed on the fabric. Her arousal had soaked through completely, leaving a dark, glistening stain that traced every fold and crease of her sex. She was ready. Desperate.

Leon didn’t remove her clothes entirely. He hooked his fingers into the fabric around her pussy and pulled it aside, stretching the material just enough to expose her wet, waiting entrance. He didn’t rip it. Just shifted it enough to give him access.

His thick, still-wet cock slid beneath the fabric, pressing against her bare skin from behind. He began to thrust forward, his shaft sliding along her pussy lips, rubbing against her clit with every movement, traveling up across her lower stomach. From behind, the sound it made was identical to sex — the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of skin against skin, the soft grunts of pleasure, the rhythmic thap-thap-thap of his hips.

Seraphine moaned, her head dropping forward. "Please—Leon—please put it in—I need it—I need you inside me—"

But Leon didn’t give in. Not yet. He kept sliding against her, teasing her, rubbing her clit with the ridge of his cock head, making her ache with want. Schlick, schlick. It took longer this way. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his shaft sliding against her most sensitive places without the relief of full penetration.

And yet, somehow, she came anyway.

Her body tensed, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her orgasm hit her without warning. Squirt. Her pussy clenched around nothing, her juices spilling out and coating his sliding cock, making everything even wetter, even slicker.

"Fuck—fuck—I came—I came just from that—"

Leon smiled, slowing his movements but not stopping entirely. "Good girl."

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But Seraphine wasn’t done. Her desperation only grew.

"Please," she begged, pushing her ass back against him, trying to guide his cock to her entrance. "Please, Leon. I need it inside me. Destroy my pussy. I don’t care. Just put it in."

Her voice was raw, pleading. She was beyond pride, beyond pretense. She needed him.

Leon couldn’t refuse her. Not when she was begging like that.

He pulled back, hooked his fingers into the fabric covering her ass, and ripped it open with a single sharp tear. Riiip. Her full, round ass was exposed completely, her pussy glistening and ready. But something else caught his eye.

There, nestled between the cheeks of her ass, was a butt plug.

It was similar to the one he had given Ira. The same design, the same size. He had deflowered Ira’s asshole before — had stretched her, filled her, claimed that hole completely. But Seraphine had never indicated any desire for it. He had assumed she wasn’t interested.

But here it was. Ready. Waiting.

"Seraphine," he said, his voice low. "When did you...?"

She didn’t look back. Her face was buried in the sheets, her voice muffled. "Ira told me about how it felt. I... I asked Loriel for one. I’ve been wearing it for hours. Preparing."

Leon’s cock throbbed. The thought of Seraphine walking around the temple all day with a plug buried in her ass, hiding it from everyone, waiting for this moment — it drove him wild.

He didn’t waste time. He pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy, gathering her natural lubrication, coating them thoroughly. Squelch. Then he pulled the plug out slowly, carefully — plop — the sensation was like unwrapping a present, revealing something precious hidden inside. Her asshole clenched around the empty space, pink and tight and ready.

He pressed his wet fingers against her entrance, sliding one inside slowly. Then two. Schlick, schlick. Stretching her, preparing her. Seraphine gasped, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation.

Then he aligned his cock with her pussy and thrust forward.

SLAM.

He buried himself inside her in one smooth motion, her walls clamping around him instantly. Squish. But he didn’t stop there. As he began fucking her pussy — hard, deep, relentless — thap-thap-thap-thap — his hand reached back to her ass. His wet finger pressed against her prepared hole and slid inside, finger-fucking her ass in rhythm with his thrusts.

The dual sensation was overwhelming.

Seraphine’s mind went blank. She moaned — no, she hummed — like a machine running at full speed, a continuous, vibrating sound of pure pleasure that never stopped. Mmmmmmh—ah—ah—ahhh! Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with ecstasy. She had never felt anything like this.

Leon fucked her pussy with the same relentless rhythm he had used on Ira, his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat while his finger worked her ass in perfect synchronization. Schlick-schlick-schlick. Thap-thap. He could feel everything — the tightness of her pussy, the grip of her ass, the way her body trembled and shook with every movement.

He continued for what felt like hours. She came again and again, her orgasms hitting her in rapid succession, each one triggered by the dual stimulation. Squirt. Squirt. She lost count. She lost track of time. All that existed was Leon’s cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass.

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When he finally filled her pussy with his thick load, she was a trembling, gasping mess. Spurt, spurt, spurt. He pulled out of her pussy, letting his cum spill out onto the floor, but he wasn’t done with her yet.

He had made sure her ass was ready. His fingers had stretched her, lubed her, prepared her for this moment. Slowly, carefully, he pressed the head of his cock against her tight asshole.

Seraphine tensed. The feeling was different — unfamiliar, intense. There was pain at first, a burning stretch as his thick head pushed against her tight ring of muscle. She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets.

"It’s... It’s so big..."

But she didn’t tell him to stop. She remembered what Ira had told her. She remembered that Ira had experienced this before her, had taken Leon’s cock in her ass before Seraphine ever had. She would not be left behind. She would not be second.

She pushed back against him, forcing herself onto his cock.

Schluuuurp.

Leon groaned as her tight ass swallowed him inch by inch. It was incredible — hot, tight, gripping him like a vice. Thap. He pushed forward slowly, giving her time to adjust, until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Seraphine... you feel amazing."

She didn’t respond with words. She just started moving, rocking back against him, taking him deeper. Thap-thap-thap. The pain faded, replaced by a fullness she had never experienced before. She was his. Completely.

Leon fucked her ass with the same passion he had shown to both of them all night. Thap-thap-thap-thap. He made sure they knew how much he loved them — not just with his body, but with the way he touched them, the way he held them, the way he whispered their names as they came undone beneath him.

They came countless times. Squirt. Squirt. They drank his seed until their stomachs were full. They did things that made their minds go blank with pleasure.

Hours passed. The mountain’s eternal twilight shifted imperceptibly, marking the passage of time in a world that had no true day or night.

Finally, both women lay limp, completely spent, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm.

He timed it perfectly. Ira’s breathing slowed first, her body going limp against the floor; her eyes fluttered closed as unconsciousness claimed her. Seraphine followed moments later, a final shudder running through her before she, too, slipped into deep, exhausted sleep.

Leon lay between them for a long moment, catching his own breath. His body was satisfied in a way that went beyond physical. He had claimed them, pleasured them, filled them. They were his, and they knew it.

With a soft sigh, he raised his hand. A gentle glow of mana spread from his palm, washing over both women. The warmth of his magic cleaned their bodies, removing the sweat and the cum and the evidence of their passion. Their skin became clean, smooth, untouched by the hours of exertion. A simple spell, but one he had learned specifically for moments like this.

He pulled them both onto the bed, positioning them carefully. Ira curled against his left side, her head resting on his chest, her arm draped across his stomach. Seraphine nestled against his right, her body pressed close, her leg thrown over his. Both of them were warm, soft, and completely relaxed in sleep.

As if guided by instinct, their arms wrapped around him. Ira’s hand found his chest and rested there. Seraphine’s fingers intertwined with his. Even in unconsciousness, they held onto him.

Leon stared at the ceiling, a small smile on his face.

The mountain was quiet. The house was warm. Two beautiful women were wrapped around him, their breathing steady, their bodies trusting and safe.

He closed his eyes, but he did not sleep. He simply let himself feel this moment.

Perfect.