The World Is Mine For The Taking

While we were hugging like this, I couldn't help but get swallowed up by the overwhelming sensation of her soft yet firm body pressed tightly against mine. The warmth of her curves seeped through me, making my chest feel heavier with every second.

Elise wasn't just good at fighting as she was also a woman who carried herself with strength and grace, and her body showed it. She had curves exactly where they should be, dipping and rising in perfect balance, the kind of figure that could stop any man in his tracks.

In essence, she had the kind of body that would make any man drool, whether they admitted it or not.

And her scent… her scent was intoxicating. It wasn't the sweet fragrance of flowers or something gentle because it was rougher, rawer, yet strangely addictive. The faint smell of dust and smoke clung to her, mixed with the subtle saltiness of sweat, but beneath all that, there was still a hint of perfume that somehow tied it all together.

The combination shouldn't have made sense, but it did. It slammed into my senses all at once, hitting every nerve like a spark.

She smelled so damn good.

Her scent alone was making me lightheaded, as though I was drunk on it.

"Leon…" I heard her whisper softly, right against my ear, her voice carrying that breathy tone that shot straight into my chest.

My blood felt like it was boiling under my skin, my breathing came faster and sharper, and I could feel the heat inside me rising uncontrollably.

It had been too long since we last did it. Way too long.

"Do you want to do it?" she asked, her words slipping past her lips like a deliberate provocation.

She was seducing me. I knew it with the every movement she made was deliberate. The way she pressed her body closer, letting me feel every curve, every soft edge with the way her fingers lightly trailed across my chest, teasing me just enough to ignite the fire but not enough to satisfy it.

She was putting me in the mood, dragging me deeper into her rhythm, and I was helpless against it.

Then, without warning, her fingers brushed against my hardened cock, straining and bulging against my pants.

My throat tightened.

Thankfully, Kana was in Gabrielle's hands now… so this was fine, right?

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

For some reason, her effect on me today was stronger than ever. Everything about her—her scent, her warmth and her touch—was slamming into me like a storm, and my body couldn't keep up.

I really did feel lightheaded. My mind felt like it was bursting with dopamine, flooding me with waves of want.

"You want to, right? You've been staring at my body for so long. Tell me… do you like it? Do you want to have a taste of it again?"

Her words sank into me like a lure, pulling me deeper and deeper. I felt like I was drowning in her motherly aura, wrapped and smothered in it, unable to breathe until I finally gave in.

Before I realized it, my hand had already moved on its own. It landed on her thigh, grasping the soft flesh firmly. Her meaty thighs yielded instantly to my touch, the elasticity bouncing slightly under my grip, and I couldn't help but sink my fingers in harder.

She smiled then.

That smile wasn't innocent. It was wicked, sexy, and dripping with confidence. She spread her legs slightly, inviting me in, and my hand slid effortlessly inside her short pants, slipping into the heat beneath her panties.

The wetness that greeted me was immediate, coating my fingers.

"You've been wet for a while, haven't you?" I asked, my voice low.

"Well, of course. It's been so long… and I'm so backed up I can't think straight anymore. You're in the same state, aren't you?"

Elise mirrored me as her hands didn't stay still. She tugged at my zipper, her fingers slipping inside, pulling my briefs down until my cock sprang out fully, throbbing and twitching with need.

Her hand wrapped around it with a practiced grip, her fingers circling me as she slowly stroked up and down.

A groan slipped out of me, unrestrained, while she furrowed her brows slightly at the sensation of my fingers plunging inside her, curling and moving slowly, exploring every inch.

"Nghhh… ahhh!"

Her moan spilled out, trembling, sweet and sharp.

She was more sensitive than I expected. But at the same time, the way she stroked me wasn't random as it was precise. She knew what she was doing. She hit the hotspots perfectly, squeezing, rubbing, and twisting in ways that made my cock throb painfully with every stroke. Every time her fingers teased the tip, swirling gently, I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from losing control too fast.

"Ahnnn… nnnn…!"

Her moans grew louder, spilling out without restraint, her body sinking further into the rhythm of pleasure.

I pressed my fingertips inside her, curling them upward, pressing firmly as my thumb rubbed the flesh right above her entrance, applying more pressure.

"Ahhh…! A-Amazing…! That feels so good! I-I just saw an explosion of white in my head!" she moaned, her lips parting as saliva trickled out, her voice breaking from the intensity.

When I finally pulled my hand out of her panties, it was coated and the juices were dripping down my fingers, glistening under the light.

"You really are horny, aren't you?" I smirked, holding my wet fingers up for a second.

"Fufufufu… you too. Your penis is twitching nonstop right now," she teased, her lips curling into a sly grin.

That was the breaking point. Neither of us could resist anymore. We leaned forward, closing the gap, and our lips crashed together.

The kiss felt natural, like something inevitable, like it had always been meant to happen. It felt perfect.

Was it because both of us were fragments of Lilith, born from her desperate last attempt to cling to life?

Maybe.

But whatever the reason was, I couldn't put it into words.

Slowly, almost instinctively, I guided Elise toward my room. It only felt right that I'd fuck her somewhere comfortable—somewhere meant for this—like the Love Room.

The moment we stepped in, the intoxicating scent of the place washed over us. It had this strange, almost hypnotic aura, like the air itself was laced with lust, pulling us deeper into its trance.

The massive bed in the center stretched wide, big enough to hold five women at once without anyone feeling cramped.

I laid her down gently, my hands already tugging at her clothes. Her zipper slid down easily, her leather outfit yielding under my touch, and when it came undone, her breasts—tightly squeezed inside her suit—bounced out suddenly, like a jumpscare.

I pulled her bra away, freeing her breasts completely, letting them spill out in all their glory before my eyes.

Then I slid her short pants down slowly, tugging her panties until they slipped off, hanging loosely on one ankle, leaving her bare before me.

And the sight that greeted me… it made my mouth water instantly.