SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 517: The Temples Rest—4

The blanket shifted as Ira moved beneath it, her body a warm presence against Leon’s skin. The sound of slurping was unmistakable — schlick... schlick... schlick — rhythmic, wet, hungry. Her mouth worked his cock with practiced devotion, her tongue circling the head with each upward stroke, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper.

But today, that was not all.

Leon’s eyes opened as he lifted the blanket just enough to look down. Ira’s head bobbed between his thighs, but her hands were roaming. She kissed his shaft on every upward pull — mwah — then moved lower. Her lips pressed against his thighs — kiss — then higher, trailing up his abs — kiss, kiss, kiss — her tongue darting out to taste his skin. She kissed his chest, his collarbones, his neck.

She was everywhere.

Like a succubus trying to taste every inch of him.

Leon felt his release building. His hand found her hair, gripping gently. "Ira... I’m close."

She doubled her efforts. Her mouth sank deeper, her throat opening to take him fully. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft as she swallowed around him.

Gulp... gulp... gulp.

His thick load filled her mouth in hot spurts — gush... gush... gush — and she drank it all. Every drop. When a tiny bead escaped the corner of her lips, she caught it with her finger and licked it clean — smack.

She earned it all with her soft little mouth.

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After, it was Seraphine’s turn.

She replaced Ira beneath the blanket, her amethyst eyes meeting Leon’s for a brief moment before she lowered her head. Her mouth was softer than Ira’s — gentler — but just as skilled. She worked his cock with slow, deliberate strokes — schlick... schlick... schlick — her tongue tracing every vein.

Meanwhile, Ira had repositioned herself. She sat in front of Leon’s face, her thighs straddling either side of his head, her weight resting on his shoulders. Her pussy hovered inches from his lips — glistening, wet, ready.

Leon didn’t hesitate. He pulled her down by her hips and buried his face between her thighs.

Schlick... schlick... slurp.

His tongue found her clit immediately, circling it in broad strokes. Ira gasped, her hands gripping the headboard for support. Her thighs tensed around his ears, but her weight was nothing to him. He just held her there and feasted.

Slurp... schlick... kiss.

He licked her sweet, soft pussy like a man starved. Her juices coated his tongue, her moans filling the room as she rocked against his face.

Below, Seraphine continued her work. Her mouth moved faster, her throat opening wider. She sucked him dry for the first time — gulp... gulp... swallow — getting her fill of his load in her stomach.

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Leon stood up from the bed, but Ira didn’t let go.

Her legs were wrapped around his face, her thighs squeezing his head, her pussy pressed firmly against his lips. He could feel her wetness smearing across his chin, her hips grinding against his mouth as he carried her.

Then, with a sudden movement, she clutched his head and tried to pull him deeper.

Leon smiled against her flesh. He lowered her onto the bed — gently — and spread her legs wide open, displaying the beautiful sight in front.

Her pussy was glistening. Red, swollen, ready. Her juices coated her inner thighs, her entrance clenching around nothing as she waited.

Leon looked at her face. Her eyes were filled with anticipation and lust. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in short gasps.

He didn’t make her wait.

He brought his thick, hard, pulsating ten-inch cock to her entrance and thrust forward in one go.

SLAM.

Ira’s back arched off the bed. A sharp, loud moan tore from her throat — "AH—FUCK—LEON—"

He didn’t stop.

He started pounding her immediately — SLAP... SLAP... SLAP... SLAP — his hips driving into her with relentless force. The bed creaked beneath them — CREAK, CREAK, CREAK — the sound of wet flesh meeting in rapid succession.

SLAP-schlick-SLAP-schlick-SLAP.

Ira came within seconds. Her walls clenched around him — squeeze... squeeze... release — her body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed through her. But Leon didn’t stop.

He kept fucking her through her orgasm.

SLAP... SLAP... SLAP.

She came again. And again. Her moans turned into wordless cries, her hands clawing at the sheets as he pounded her into the mattress.

Finally — SLAM — he buried himself deep inside her and emptied himself into her womb. Thick ropes of cum filled her — gush... gush... gush — painting her walls white with his seed.

Ira collapsed, her chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded and glazed.

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Seraphine had watched everything.

She was sitting on the side of the bed, her amethyst eyes wide with excitement, her pupils blown wide with lust. Her hand never stopped moving — schlick... schlick... schlick — rubbing her clit in frantic circles as she watched Leon fuck Ira into submission.

When Leon turned to her, she didn’t wait.

He pulled her into a deep kiss — mmwah — their tongues intertwining immediately. She tasted herself on his lips. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

Leon wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, her hard nipples pressing against his chest. He could feel her heartbeat through her skin.

His hands found her soft ass cheeks — squeeze — his fingers digging into her flesh as he positioned her. Her wet pussy hovered over his cock, which had not softened, would not soften, knew when to stop.

He lowered her.

Schlick-SLAM.

Seraphine moaned into his mouth as his cock filled her completely. He used her ass as a handle — gripping, squeezing, lifting — and fucked her hard while standing.

SLAP... SLAP... SLAP... SLAP.

Her legs tightened around his waist. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her moans were muffled by his lips as he bounced her up and down on his shaft.

SLAP-schlick-SLAP-schlick-SLAP.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave — shudder... clench... gasp — her body going rigid in his arms. But Leon kept going, fucking her through it, chasing his own release.

He filled her completely — gush... gush... gush — his seed spilling deep inside her pussy.

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But it couldn’t stop there.

Once was not enough. Not with their superhuman bodies. Not with their stamina.

Leon continued with passion.

He flipped Ira onto her stomach and took her from behind — SLAP, SLAP, SLAP — her ass bouncing against his hips. He filled her pussy, then moved to her ass, stretching her tight hole with his thick cock.

He laid Seraphine on her back, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and pounded her until she screamed — SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP.

He filled all six of their holes. Both pussies. Both assholes. Both mouths.

He changed positions constantly — missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, standing, against the wall. He fucked them until their legs gave out, until their voices went hoarse, until they couldn’t remember their own names.

He filled every hole multiple times.

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Finally, they lay sprawled on the bed.

Ira was on her back, her arms thrown above her head, a silly smile plastered across her face. Her eyes were half-open, her pupils dilated, her tongue lolling slightly to the side.

Seraphine was curled beside her, her body limp, her amethyst eyes unfocused. She had the same silly smile, the same dilated pupils, the same tongue peeking out between her lips.

Leon stood over them, his cock still hard, still glistening with their combined juices. He looked at the two beautiful women he had claimed, their bodies marked with his seed, their faces painted with pure satisfaction.

He took his cock in his hand.

Schlick... schlick... schlick.

He stroked himself slowly, watching them, savoring the sight of their ruined bodies.

Schlick... schlick... faster.

His breathing quickened. His hips bucked into his own hand.

Schlick-schlick-schlick-SCHLICK.

With a final groan, he shot his load across both of them — gush... spray... splatter — thick ropes of cum painting their stomachs, their breasts, their faces. The final tribute.

They didn’t mind when he asked. They didn’t even move with that smile on their faces.

He had gone hard. He had gone long. And he knew they had days ahead.

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Five days.

Five days in the mountain’s inside his world, where time stretched last 10 time more longer than outside world. Five days of eating, sleeping, and fucking, with words of love whispered between breaths.

The room was clean now. Spotless. As if nothing had happened there.

Ira stood beside Leon, dressed in her temple robes, her expression serene. Her hair was brushed, her skin clean, her eyes clear. But there was a glow about her — a softness in her smile that hadn’t been there before.

Seraphine stood on his other side, equally serene, equally glowing. Her amethyst eyes held a quiet contentment, her lips curved in a gentle smile.

Leon raised his hand.

A silver-white portal shimmered into existence before them — a perfect circle of light, humming with power. The air around it crackled with mana.

He looked at both women. They looked back at him.

"Ready?" he asked.

They nodded.

Together, the three of them stepped through the portal.