SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 585: A Proper Reunion

Chapter 585: A Proper Reunion

The door clicked shut behind Seraphine, the lock sliding home with a soft, final sound.

Leon had checked on Loriel again using his spatial awareness, just to be sure of her condition again. She seem to be currently sleeping peacefully in her room, her breathing slow and steady, her face relaxed in a way it hadn’t been since before the dungeon.

He raised a hand and sealed the room with a pulse of Void Dominion. The air shimmered once around the walls and went still. No sound would carry beyond this space. Loriel needed her rest, and what was about to happen wasn’t going to be quiet.

Then Ira’s hands hit his chest and shoved.

Leon’s back met the mattress with a grunt of surprise. Ira followed him down immediately, straddling his waist, her red eyes burning with a hunger that had been building for hours. Seraphine was already moving in from the side, her purple eyes dark, her breathing shallow.

"Finally," Ira breathed. Her fingers found the front of his shirt and pulled, yanking it open rather than tearing. Buttons strained but held. "Do you have any idea how long we’ve been waiting?"

"Too long." Seraphine knelt beside him and worked at his belt with quick, trembling hands that were far less steady than usual. The composed Knight-Commander was practically shaking. "We thought we might not come back from the dungeon. And then in that dungeon, the whole time I kept thinking—"

"I know." Leon caught her wrist, pressing his thumb against her racing pulse. "You made it. Both of you."

Ira pulled his shirt off his shoulders and threw it aside. "We’re not talking about the dungeon right now. We’re not talking about the anythng else. We’re going to remind ourselves you’re real, and we’re alive, and then tomorrow we’ll deal with everything else."

"Agreed."

Seraphine pulled his pants and underwear down together with one sharp motion. Leon lifted his hips to help, and then cool air hit his skin, and he was naked beneath both of them.

His cock was already half-hard and rising, curving up toward his stomach. Both women stared at it with open, undisguised hunger.

"Still the best thing I’ve ever seen," Ira murmured. Her tongue wet her lips.

Seraphine didn’t bother with words. She climbed up his body in one fluid motion, her long purple hair falling around her face like a curtain, and dropped her mouth onto his cock without the slightest hesitation.

Heat. Wet heat and pressure, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she took him deep. Leon’s head pressed back into the pillow. She didn’t start slow. She never did. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, pulling back with a wet schlick that left him glistening, and then she sank again and took him halfway into her throat.

"Fuck," Leon breathed.

Ira slid down beside Seraphine, her heavier body pressing warm against Leon’s thigh. "Share."

She pressed her open mouth to his balls at the same moment Seraphine deepthroated him again. The double sensation wrenched a low groan from Leon’s chest. Ira’s tongue was hot and soft, licking him with slow, thorough strokes while Seraphine’s head bobbed steadily above. Then Ira sucked one of his balls gently into her mouth and rolled it on her tongue, and Leon’s stomach clenched so hard his abs stood out.

They traded him back and forth without needing to speak. Seraphine would take the shaft while Ira pumped the base with her hand. Ira would deepthroat him while Seraphine licked his length clean. Their mouths met on his cock from opposite sides, two sets of lips working him together — Seraphine on the left, Ira on the right, both of them licking up to the head at the same time until their tongues nearly touched.

The wet sounds filled the sealed room. Schlick. Gluck. The soft pop when Seraphine pulled off to breathe, a strand of spit still connecting her lower lip to the head of his cock.

Ira pushed deeper this time, forcing herself past her gag reflex with a wet gluck, her throat working around him in rhythmic contractions. Her nose pressed against his pelvis. She held herself there for three long seconds before pulling back with a gasp, spit running down her chin, her red eyes glittering with pride.

"Better than previously."

"You’ve been practicing." It wasn’t a question.

"Maybe." Her grin was shameless. "Maybe I’ve been thinking about this nonstop since we got out of that dungeon."

Seraphine nudged her aside. "My turn."

She took him into her throat with the same devastating control she brought to everything — no gagging, no hesitation, just smooth heat and pressure and the sight of her elegant lips stretched around his shaft. Her purple eyes stayed fixed on his face the entire time.

The sight of her like that, composed Seraphine with her mouth full of his cock, nearly ended him right there.

"Close," Leon warned.

Seraphine’s response was to take him deeper. Ira pressed her lips to his balls and sucked hard.

He came with a low groan that turned into something rougher. His seed pulsed into Seraphine’s mouth in thick, hot spurts, and she swallowed immediately, her throat working around each pulse. A thin stream escaped the corner of her lips and Ira’s mouth was there instantly, licking it off her chin — not a kiss, just cleaning his cum from her skin, and then both women bent over his cock and licked the shaft clean with broad, flat strokes of their tongues.

"Mmh I missed this" Seraphine murmured. She swallowed again, her eyes fluttering. ,

"Mmm." Ira licked a final drop from the head of his cock and shuddered. "Feels like a mana potion. A really, really good one. I want more."

Leon smiled. "Then come get it."

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He pulled Seraphine up his body by her hips before she could recover. Her innerwear was soaked through, the thin fabric clinging to her pussy, and he didn’t bother removing it. He tore it aside with one sharp motion and pushed two fingers inside her.

She gasped against his throat. "Leon—"

"You were afraid we wouldn’t meet again" He curled his fingers inside her, searching for that rough spot. "You thought you might die in that dungeon. But you didn’t. You survived, and you came back to me, and right now I’m going to make sure you remember exactly what you came back to."

His thumb found her clit and pressed down.

Seraphine’s composure shattered. She bucked against his hand, her elegant face twisting, and when his fingers found her G-spot and pressed hard, she cried out and buried her face in his shoulder. Her hips rolled desperately against his palm.

"There," she choked. "Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop—"

He didn’t. His rhythm stayed steady and relentless, fingers pumping, thumb grinding against her clit, and within seconds her thighs were trembling, and wetness was running down his wrist.

"Let go," he said against her ear. "I’ve got you."

She broke.

Her orgasm hit with a raw cry that ended in his name. Her pussy clamped down around his fingers in tight, helpless pulses. Warm fluid gushed over his hand — not the dramatic spraying from earlier, but a deep, soaking release that left her whole body trembling.

"Beautiful," Leon said quietly.

She was still catching her breath when he gently shifted her aside.

Ira was already on her back, legs spread wide, her red eyes burning. Her innerwear was soaked, the fabric dark with her arousal. "My turn. And don’t be gentle."

"I wasn’t planning to be."

He pushed three fingers inside her without preamble. Ira’s back arched off the bed. She was wetter than Seraphine, her pussy swallowing his fingers easily, and when he curled them hard against her G-spot she moaned loudly and shamelessly.

"Harder. You’re not going to break me. Harder."

He gave her harder. His palm ground against her clit while his fingers pumped deep and rough. Ira’s bigger body shuddered, her breasts bouncing through her thin top, and she cursed steadily in that unknown language as the pressure built higher and higher.

Her first orgasm hit fast and violent. Her second followed before the first had finished, and by the third she was squirting hard enough that the sheets beneath them were soaked through, her red eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a continuous moan.

"Alright," she panted when he finally pulled his fingers out. She was grinning despite the tremor in her legs. "Alright. That was really good."

"Just really good?"

"Don’t fish for compliments. Get that cock inside me before I lose my mind."