SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 616: What Waiting Cost

Chapter 616: What Waiting Cost

Leon kept fucking her through it, driving his cock into her fluttering pussy until the first orgasm became a second that struck with a shuddering wail.

Seraphine sagged against the bed, trembling. Leon caught her by the hips before she could recover, pulled out, and turned her onto her back.

"Legs up," he told her.

She obeyed. Leon pushed her knees toward her chest with one hand, folded her nearly in half, and sank into her again. The new angle hit something deep and devastating inside her, and Seraphine’s back arched off the bed, her hands flying to his shoulders.

"Right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please—"

He did not stop. His cock drove down into her at that same angle until she was babbling, her purple eyes rolled back, her body jerking with every impact. When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and pulsed inside her, rope after rope of hot cum flooding her womb.

Ira swallowed hard watching Seraphine’s pussy spasm around Leon’s cock, milking every drop from him.

"Your turn," Leon said, and pulled out of Seraphine while she was still twitching. His cock was still fully hard, glistening with their combined fluids, his own seed leaking from the tip.

Ira was already on her back, legs spread, her slit glistening with arousal. "Show me."

Leon stepped between her thighs and pushed in.

She was tighter than Seraphine, her inner walls gripping him like a wet fist. She took all ten inches with a long, loud moan, her head falling back against the pillows, her big tits jiggling with the impact of his hips.

"Harder," she demanded. "I need harder. I need to feel every inch of you. I need to feel it tomorrow."

"Then you will."

He fucked her like he needed to break her. Deep, brutal strokes that pounded into her soaked pussy and made the bed protest. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and Leon reached down and grabbed one, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out, then pinched her nipple as he leaned in.

"Every inch," she rasped. "So deep. So big. You’re going to ruin me."

"That’s the idea."

"God. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop."

Ira came with a scream, her body bowing off the bed, her pussy clamping down so hard Leon had to fight for every inch. He fucked her through it, his cock slamming into her spasming walls, and when she finally started to come down he didn’t give her anything. He pulled out and swung her legs to the side, rolling her onto her stomach.

"Ass up," he said.

She pushed her hips up, presenting her ass. Leon guided his cock to her pussy and sank in again in one motion, and Ira moaned into the pillow.

Seraphine stirred on the bed. "Let me... I need more..."

"When I’m done," Leon told her. But he pulled her closer with one hand and pressed his fingers inside her mouth, and she sucked on them like that was what she had wanted all along.

He fucked Ira from behind now, his cock driving deep and hard, the noise of their bodies filling the room. This position was different — he could watch his length disappear into her, see her stretched around him, feel the way her body tightened every time he went too deep. He reached around and found her clit, and in seconds she was bucking into his hand.

"Fuck," she gasped. "Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to come. I’m going to—"

She came again, soaking his hand and his cock in one violent, messy flood. The sensation proved too much even for Leon, and he let go, sinking deep and filling her with another hot load while she shuddered beneath him.

The night continued.

He took Seraphine again after that, slower this time, grinding into her while she sobbed with oversensitivity and begged him not to stop. He fucked her on her side with one leg hiked over his arm, his cock sliding deep and slow, his mouth on her breast. Then he rolled her onto her stomach and took her from behind while Ira sprawled beside them, recovering.

Ira wanted him in her mouth again. He let her clean his cock after he pulled out of Seraphine, and cleaning turned into her sucking him with desperate hunger while he teased Seraphine’s clit with his fingers. He came down Ira’s throat and she swallowed every drop, her tongue milking him dry.

By the end none of the three was keeping score. The room was hot with the smell of sex. The sheets were ruined. Both women lay spent and shaking, their thighs slick and their mouths swollen.

He cleaned them both with a basin of ordinary water and a cloth, since Light would have been faster and also a small unnecessary flare inside a compound full of formations. Ira complained about the temperature. Seraphine took the cloth off him halfway through and finished the job herself, more thoroughly than required, and looked entirely unapologetic about it.

Afterward, in the quiet, the other thing came out.

"I understood the reasoning," Seraphine said. She was tucked along his side with her hand flat on his chest, feeling the two rhythms under it the way she did when she was troubled. "Every part of it. You could have opened the connection at any point in that fight and had all four of us in the garden inside a breath."

"With the Moonless, its mark might have followed me inside. In the garden, opening the connection would have exposed the door to four Void Immortals."

"I know." Her hand pressed down. "That’s what made it intolerable. There was no version where you were wrong. So I sat inside a world you built and listened to a man I—" She stopped. "I listened. That’s all I could do."

Leon put his hand over hers.

"I’m not going to apologize for keeping the door shut," he said. "There are thousands of people on the other side of it who didn’t ask to be a hostage." He tightened his fingers. "But I’m not going to pretend it cost you nothing, either. It left you trapped inside while somebody you care about walked into those dangers alone. I know what that’s worth. I’m sorry it was the price."

Seraphine was quiet for a while.

"Acceptable," she said eventually.

On his other side, Ira had draped an arm across his stomach and showed no interest in moving.

"I hated it too," she told the ceiling. "Not the waiting — I’ve waited before." A pause. "I hated that you fought four of them and I wasn’t standing anywhere near it. That’s the whole complaint."

"Noted."

"Good. I’m not saying it twice."

They talked briefly about the morning, the way people talk in the dark when nobody wants to properly start the day.

"Three tests," Ira said. "Which one worries you?"

"The third."

"Then don’t think about it until it’s in front of you. You’ll only rehearse yourself into looking rehearsed."

That was better advice than most of what he had told himself on the flight, and he said so, and she looked insufferably pleased.

He woke them well before dawn, with time to spare, since a hurried separation would have been its own unkindness.

Seraphine went over the room while she dressed—cloth, bedding, the extra cups on the table.

"Nothing," she said. "Even the air’s right."

Ira leaned around her and grinned. "Qingyue’s precious candidate looks considerably less tense than he did last night."

"I’ll try to appear haunted."

"Don’t strain yourself."

He opened the connection, and Vyra and Loriel were waiting on the other side, which Leon suspected had been true for some time.

"Well?" Vyra said.

"He’s alive," Ira reported.

"Barely," said Seraphine, with dignity.

"Fern’s stable," Loriel added, before anyone could develop that. "It took a little more this morning. Go and pass your test."

"I’ll contact you when it’s safe. A quiet day means caution, not trouble."

"We know," Seraphine said. Then, more quietly: "Leon. Whatever they measure in there — it won’t be all of you. Remember that when they say a number."

He closed the connection and went through the residence once more, releasing only the isolation he had added and leaving every layer of the Palace’s array exactly as issued, until the courtyard read as a room where one man had spent one uneventful night.

His identity tablet and Shen token went into his sleeve.

The examination hall was smaller than expected: bare grey stone, a high ceiling, and three artifacts beneath shafts of morning light. Qingyue stood beside a lean elder in dark blue and four junior officials.

Her eyes passed over Leon’s calmer expression, but she asked nothing.

The elder rested one hand upon a pale stone ring.

"Age first," he said. "If the record lies, nothing after it matters."