SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

She was soaked — cunt glistening, flushed, open — and he devoured her like he was starving.

His tongue moved with precision, sliding between her slick lips, flicking over her clit in tight, relentless circles. He alternated pressure, speed — tasting her, learning her all over again. When he dipped inside her, she cried out, voice high and trembling.

Schlck.

Llp.

He moaned into her pussy, the vibrations rippling through her like aftershocks. Her entire body shuddered.

And then she lowered her mouth again, lips wrapping around the swollen head of his cock, her moan muffled by his size. The wet suck matched the swirl of his tongue, two halves of the same desperate rhythm.

She rocked her hips against his face, riding his mouth with a raw, helpless hunger. He met her thrusts eagerly, tongue gliding and curling, nose brushing her clit with every motion.

Slrp.

Slrrrp.

Schlick-schlick.

They were caught in it — a loop of pleasure, of taste and sound and wet friction. His cock twitched with every moan she made, every clench of her throat, while her thighs quivered around his head as his mouth drove her higher.

Her clit throbbed, swollen and slick beneath his tongue. His mouth latched onto it, suction tight, tongue flicking.

"Leon—!" she cried out, breaking off his name halfway as she sucked harder in reflex, her hips grinding down.

He groaned against her slit, tongue plunging deep again, hands gripping her ass as he pulled her tighter against his mouth.

She was close. So was he.

Every sound from below — gulp, slurp, lick — made her wetter. Every muffled groan against her clit made her thighs shake.

He felt her tighten — her walls fluttering around his tongue, clit pulsing. She was teetering, moaning around his cock as she rocked between her own pleasure and his.

Leon's hips bucked, his cock leaking freely now, and Seraphine drank it in — moaning, hand pumping his shaft with slow, messy strokes.

Shlick.

Slurp.

Squelch.

He was right at the edge — his body a live wire, cock straining, balls drawn tight. She could feel it. Taste it.

And she was right there with him — thighs shaking, pussy clenched, a tremor building behind her eyes.

Their moans tangled in each other's flesh. Their rhythm sharpened.

And together, without words, without warning—

They reached the brink.

Leon was barely holding on.

Her walls fluttered around him, hot and soaked, milking his cock with every twitch, every pulse. She was still coming — her body writhing beneath him, pussy clenching in tight waves that squeezed him like a vice.

"Fuck—Seraphine—" he groaned, voice wrecked. "I'm gonna—"

She arched into him, nails raking down his back, her voice trembling but clear: "Inside. I want it—give me all of it—Leon—"

That was all it took.

His hips snapped forward, burying his cock to the hilt as he growled low in her ear. His body went taut — muscles coiling, jaw clenched — then release tore through him.

Throb.

Pulse.

Spurt.

He came deep inside her — thick jets spilling into her cunt, filling her, hot and heavy. His cock twitched hard with each wave, and she gasped as she felt the warmth spread inside her, the slick stretch turning molten.

"Ah—fuck," she cried, squirming as he stayed buried.

He didn't move at first, just held her there — pinned, full, pulsing with his cum.

But only for a breath.

Because then?

He moved.

With a growl in his throat and fire still burning in his blood, Leon slid his arms beneath her — one around her back, the other under her thighs — and lifted her clean off the bed, his cock still buried inside her.

She gasped sharply, breath stolen. "Wait—Leon—!"

But there was no waiting.

He stood tall, still inside her, her slick folds wrapped tight around his cock, her body pressed to his chest as gravity pulled her down.

And then he moved her.

He bounced her on his cock — sharp, rhythmic thrusts that punched moans out of her like air from lungs.

Clap.

Schlick.

Clap.

Schhlp.

Her moan tore free, loud and unrestrained, echoing through the earthen chamber. Her head fell back, hair flying, lips parted as her cries broke like waves.

"LEON—gods—too much—" she sobbed, even as her legs locked around his waist, holding him in.

He fucked her standing — driving up into her as she came down on him, again and again, his cock drenched, coated in their shared heat. His hands gripped her ass tight, fingers digging in, guiding her onto every thrust like she was his to move, to use, to love.

"Feel that?" he panted, his breath hot against her cheek. "That's me. Still hard. Still inside you. Still yours."

Clap.

Clap.

Slrp.

Wet—raw—beautiful.

She was unraveling again. Her clit brushed his stomach with every bounce, her pussy clenching all over again, overstimulated and desperate. Her moans turned high, frantic, her voice cracking with every thrust.

"You're gonna come again," he growled, eyes locked on hers. "Come for me while I fuck you like this. Let me hear you."

And she did.

Time blurred.

Leon didn't stop. He couldn't — not with the way her body clung to him, wet and trembling, begging for more with every gasp, every roll of her hips. He took her again and again — on the bed, against the wall, back down to the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her nails raked down his spine.

He pounded her through each orgasm, through every high-pitched moan, every whispered plea. Her pussy was soaked and raw, stretched wide around his cock, still milking him for more with every thrust.

Clap.

Schhlk.

Slap-slap-slick.

Her moans turned hoarse, her voice wrecked — every cry more ragged, more desperate, until all she could do was whimper his name as her body convulsed around him.

"Leon… Ah!" she choked out, her voice little more than breath.

He fucked her through it, his rhythm relentless but reverent — hips snapping into her as sweat dripped down his temples, chest heaving, muscles trembling with the effort of holding her, loving her, ruining her.

"You're still taking me," he growled against her neck, his voice a rasp of awe. "Still fucking tight. Still so good."

She was limp now — her thighs twitching, eyelids fluttering.

And yet her body kept responding — her cunt fluttering around his cock, slick and soaked, drawing him deeper with every pulse.

He pinned her to the bedding one last time, arms braced on either side of her, and drove into her with a brutal, perfect thrust.

Clap.

Clap.

Slrrp.

Her back arched.

Her eyes rolled.

Her final orgasm tore through her like a scream — no sound, just the shape of it stretched across her open lips. Her pussy spasmed wildly, gushing around him, pulsing with frantic waves.

A deep, raw moan left her throat — a sound of complete surrender, cracked and beautiful.

"Leooonnn—aaah—!"

And then—

She collapsed.

Eyes shut, mouth slack, body shuddering as her final breathless release faded into silence.

She passed out — taken, ruined, glowing.

Leon froze above her, heart hammering. His cock was still inside her, twitching, her slick warmth coating him entirely.

"...Seraphine"

She didn't stir.

He brushed hair from her face. Her lips parted, breathing steady, flushed skin glowing in the soft light. Peaceful. Spent.

And for a moment, he let himself admire her — the curve of her breasts rising with breath, the tremble still lingering in her thighs, the faintest twitch in her fingers as aftershocks rippled through her.

But then—

He felt it.

Not from her.

From outside.

He lifted his head, his senses sharpening. The stone walls around them, shaped by his magic, still held firm — but something brushed the perimeter. Presence. Outsidie