SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 586: A Proper Reunion—1

Chapter 585: A Proper Reunion—1

Hearing her dirty word Leon swiftly positioned Seraphine on her hands and knees first. Her innerwear was torn wide, her pussy glistening and dripping, and when Leon pushed into her from behind, she dropped to her elbows with a sharp groan.

"Yes," she breathed. "Like that. Give me everything."

He gave her everything. His fingers dug into her hips as he set a hard, steady rhythm. The wet squelch of her pussy around his cock filled the room, layered under the slap of his body against her ass. Her purple hair swayed with each thrust. Her fingers clawed at the sheets.

"Deeper," she demanded. "Harder. I’m not going to break."

The same words Ira had used. Leon smiled and drove into her harder.

When his thumb pressed against her asshole, she whimpered and pushed back against the pressure.

"Do you want it there?"

"Yes." Her voice was strained. "I can handle it. Go slow at first, and I’ll tell you if it’s too much."

"You’re sure." Not a question. A check.

"I’m sure. I’ve had you there before. I want it. Please, Leon—"

He pulled out of her pussy and positioned himself lower, the head of his cock pressing against her tight, puckered opening. One of his hands squeezed her hip while the other guided himself. Then he pushed.

Slowly. Carefully. Letting her body adjust.

Seraphine’s back bowed. Her fingers clawed at the sheets until her knuckles went white. "Stretching. Keep going. It’s— ah—"

"Breathe."

"I am breathing. Don’t patronize me while you’re— fuck—"

He slid deeper, and the resistance gave, and then he was inside her in one long smooth thrust that left them both gasping. Her ass was impossibly tight, gripping him as wet velvet, heat and pressure and the sight of her stretched around him.

The sound she made was almost a sob of pleasure.

"Just like that," she choked. "Now move. Fuck my ass, Leon. Now."

He moved. The rhythm built — slow at first, letting her feel every inch, and then faster and deeper until he was pounding into her with the same force he’d used on her pussy. Her pussy dripped beneath them, slicking his motions, and when he reached around to finger her clit at the same time she came so violently that her arms gave out and she collapsed forward onto the mattress.

He pulled out gently while she was still trembling and sent a brief pulse of cleansing mana over himself before turning to Ira.

She was watching from the side, her hand pressed between her own legs. "My turn for that later."

"You’ll get it. Mating press. Now."

Ira’s grin widened. She was already on her back, legs spread, her big breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Leon settled between her thighs and pushed into her pussy in one motion.

She was tighter than he remembered, or maybe he was more sensitive after Seraphine. Either way, the sensation made him pause for a moment, breathing hard.

"Don’t stop," Ira demanded. "Fuck me. I’ve been waiting hours. Days. Fill me up."

He started moving. Deep grinding strokes that folded her nearly in half, her thick thighs pressed up against her chest. Her massive breasts bounced with every thrust, the sight hypnotic enough that he bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes. Suck them harder. Bite. I like it when you bite."

He bit. She screamed. Her pussy clenched around him so tight that his rhythm stuttered.

"Again," she demanded. "Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. Fill me. Fill me forever. I want to feel it tomorrow. I want to feel you for days—"

"Ira."

"Leon—"

Her second orgasm hit even harder than her first. She soaked him, the sheets, everything, and when she finally stopped shuddering, she was grinning up at him with wet eyes and a flushed face.

"You’re still the only one who can do that to me."

"Good."

He pulled out slowly. Sent another brief cleansing pulse over himself. Then he positioned himself lower and pressed the head of his cock against her ass.

Ira’s eyes widened. "Oh. Right now?"

"You said it was your turn."

"It is. It definitely is. Just—" She took a breath. "Do it. I can take it."

He pushed. She was tighter than Seraphine had been, her body resisting, and he went even slower. His thumb found her clit and rubbed slow circles while he worked himself deeper, giving her pleasure to balance the stretch.

"There," she gasped when he was fully seated. "There. Fuck. Now move. Please move."

He moved. Her ass gripped him like a fist, hot and impossibly tight, and the wet slap of his body against hers filled the room alongside her increasingly incoherent moans.

He reached down and rubbed her clit harder. "You wanted to feel it tomorrow."

"Yes. Yes. Yes—"

She came with a scream that was probably heard outside the room despite the barrier. Her whole body convulsed, her ass clamping down around him so tight he couldn’t move, and the sensation pushed him over the edge.

He came inside her in thick pulses. Ira felt every one and moaned with each spurt, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her red eyes rolled back.

"Don’t waste any," Seraphine murmured. She was already there, bending over to lick his cum from where it leaked out around his cock. She gathered it on her tongue and swallowed, then cleaned him with slow, thorough strokes while he pulled out of Ira.

Both women cleaned him together after that. Two mouths, two tongues, working up and down his shaft and over his balls until not a single drop remained. He was still half-hard when they finished.

"How many more loads can you give us tonight?" Ira asked, her voice hoarse.

Leon considered his reserves. Two hearts. Divinordial body. Regeneration. Cultivation that could sustain quite a far more than this. "however many you can handle it"

"Yes!" Her grin was exhausted but hungry. "I can work with a lot more."

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They took turns riding him after that.

Seraphine climbed on top first, her hips rolling in a slow, controlled rhythm that hit her deepest spots. Her composure held until the very end, when she lost herself and fucked down onto him with frantic desperation, her purple hair wild around her face, her elegant body driving itself down onto his cock until she came with a sharp cry and collapsed forward onto his chest.

Ira took over, her heavier body slamming down harder and faster. Her big ass slapped against his thighs with wet smacks, her breasts bouncing, her red eyes fixed on his face. She rode him until her legs gave out and then kept going, grinding down in small, exhausted circles until she came again.

He fucked Ira’s ass from behind while she was bent over the edge of the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her voice hoarse from screaming.

He fucked Seraphine prone on her stomach, her face pressed into the pillow, her muffled cries vibrating through the mattress. Somewhere between rounds, Seraphine took him in her mouth again while he was still slick from Ira’s pussy, and she swallowed his load with eager gulps before licking him clean.

Ira’s final orgasm left her barely able to lift her head. "More," she mumbled anyway, her voice slurred. "Give me more."

"You can’t even move."

"Don’t need to move. ... give it to me..."

She was asleep before he could answer.

Seraphine curled against his other side, her face pressed into his shoulder. Her breathing was slow and deep, her body warm against his. "Thank you," she murmured. "For waiting for us. For coming back."

"You came back too." Leon pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Both of you."

"Mmm." Her voice was fading. "Love you."

"Love you too."

He lay still between them, feeling their breathing sync into sleep. His body hummed with pleasant exhaustion. The weight of the past days — the Tower, the return, the dungeon, Loriel’s near-death, the fifty-one dead — still sat somewhere in his chest, but right now it felt distant. Manageable.

He sent a soft pulse of cleansing mana over all three of them, then a second, gentler one — just enough Life energy to ease the worst of the soreness without erasing the pleasant ache. Ira had asked to feel it tomorrow, and he’d let her keep that.

Then he reached out with his spatial awareness to check Loriel’s room.

Still asleep. Breathing slow and steady. Her face relaxed. Safe.

Tomorrow he would examine everyone’s new classes. He would find out what Vyra’s S-rank Unique authority actually meant in practice. He would talk to Loriel about her SSS result and the golden Cosmic System interface she now shared with him. He would face the families of the fifty-one dead and give them whatever dignity and closure he could offer.

But tonight Ira and Seraphine were warm and alive beside him. Loriel was sleeping peacefully just rooms away. And for the first time since they had left, Leon let his eyes close without worrying about their fate.