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Jun 11

sunnyqtian

Beyond Infection

RE4 Remake Leon x Fem!Reader❗MDNI

SUMMARY

Recently, you've noticed that Leon has been acting strangely. Since you finished the mission to rescue Ashley, your once-clingy boyfriend has suddenly been avoiding you and reluctant to meet up. After enduring this for a week, you decide to confront him at his door and ask him directly what's going on.

TAGS&WARNINGS

agent!reader, partners to lovers, reader is a bit older than Leon, angst and fluff and smut, sequala from Plagas, oral sex(m!rec.), p in v sex, sub!Leon x dom!reader(sort of), cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie, porn with plot and feelings, author's fabricated plots, Luis flirts a little to reader, author's first smut(in English)

Author's Note

After finishing RE4 Remake, this story kept involving in my mind so I finally decide to write it. However, I have no ideas why a plot of "in heat" can be stretched into this long by me lmao. And this is my first time 've written smut story for Leon x Reader ship, kinda nervous... Please enjoy this long smut story <33

English is not my first language so sorry for the typo and grammar mistakes that may exist.

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You guessed something went wrong with Leon.

It had been one week since he returned from his last mission. At the beginning, this top-secret mission was assigned to him alone. Due to confidentiality agreements, you had no idea where he was sent or what he was doing.

It was not until Leon lost contact on the communication channel for three hours that you, as the second-choice operative, were allowed access to the specific details.

You were immediately dispatched to Spain, knowing more details about the mission during the flight, and being announced that once it was confirmed that Leon had failed his mission or the off-line sustained more than six hours, you would need to assume the responsibility of continuing to rescue the president's daughter, Ashley. If there still be some chances, you may also be allowed to search Leon, confirming whether he was dead or alive.

Throughout the entire flight, you could hardly sit still. For the first time, you felt your brain jammed like a rusted machine. You repeatedly forced yourself to calm down, but the shadow of worry over Leon's safety hung over you, relentlessly tormenting.

Fortunately, God was merciful to you. While your plane was still crossing the Atlantic, good news arrived that Leon had restored communication. However, considering that his loss of contact indicated an elevated level of mission difficulty, and that you had already been briefed on the classified information, the President's side ultimately decided to adjust the strategy and send you still as reinforcements.

Based on past experience, the mission should have become easier with the two of you working together. But it was only after seeing Leon cough up blood that you learned he had been injected with a parasite called Las Plagas during his earlier investigation of the village.

The infection added numerous unknowns and danger to the remainder of the mission. Lucky enough, you ultimately overcame the difficulties together. Under your and Luis's cover, Leon took Ashley to the laboratory to complete the removal surgery. Once freed from control, he quickly joined the final battle, sending that rambling Saddler to meet his beloved God.

Perilous, thrilling, adrenaline-pumping—definitely the last thing you wanted to experience again.

Considering the village area and the island were confirmed to pose bioterrorism risks, once you finished rescuing Ashley, all of you were escorted to a high-security anti-bioterrorism monitoring base located in Madrid for comprehensive medical examinations and quarantine, to prevent any unknown infectious agents from spreading on a large scale.

After several days of screening, you were cleared of primary risk. Finally, you were allowed to leave the small capsule rooms and swing freely within the base.

At the time, Leon had muttered with a pout after hearing the arrangements. "Free? It's clearly just continued soft detention for half a month."

"Don't be so pessimistic, amigo," Luis grinned, elbowing Leon's shoulder. "Just think it as a vacation. You know, this is the first time I've stayed in such a high-end, star-hotel-like room in my life. And think about the benefit, at least the price is free, right?"

So, you continued spending another week at the facility. It was during this week that Leon began acting strangely.

You felt he was avoiding you.

At first, you simply thought it was because your rooms were assigned to two distant areas of the complex, making it difficult to run into each other with communication devices restricted.

Then soon you found that this wasn't that simple: though it was hard to meet at other times, you should at least be able to see him at mealtimes in the cafeteria.

But the truth was, even it was time to eat, you couldn't see Leon at all.

You tried looking for him in the library, gym, reference room, and other places, all without success. Occasionally, you would catch sight of him, but before you could approach, it felt like he sense your presence from afar and stand up quickly, disappearing around a corner. By the time you chased after him, he was already gone.

After several days of this, you became very certain that Leon was avoiding you, yet you didn't know why.

This day, you tried once again to catch Leon at breakfast time and failed again. Yes, breakfast, which in your memory Leon would crawl to have even with a sleepy head.

So you gave up and chose to ask Luis, whom you ran into in the cafeteria. He was assigned a room near Leon's, which theoretically should make him know what was going on.

"Well, our agent said the breakfast here is too simple, so he's not interested," Luis said, stuffing a large mouthful of paella.

Glancing around the full feast spread out in front of him, you rolled your eyes so hard they nearly reached the ceiling. "Simple? If this counts as simple, then what were our daily lives before—hell?"

"Don't be that upset, señorita. I'm just passing on the message," Luis winked at you. "Besides, if hell were filled with beauties like you, going there wouldn't be such a bad thing."

You glanced at this guy flirting with you. "I think both Leon and I have emphasized our relationship to you, Mr. Don Quixote?"

"Yes. But does that matter?" Luis said without batting an eye. "It is a knight's virtue to serve a beautiful lady, regardless of whether she has a partner. Besides, right now it's Leon neglecting his duties by leaving a princess like you to have breakfast alone. How can you blame others for filling his place?"

You narrowed your eyes and studied Luis for a few seconds. Arms crossing over your chest, you leaned down a bite and asked with interest, "So what? Are you attempting to challenge my boyfriend?"

Luis picked up the apple from his plate and tossed it in his hand like a toy. "If you're willing to give me the chance, you could say that."

"Hmm, sounds like a nice suggestion." You smiled and nodded. Then, just as Luis looked up with rising interest, you grabbed the knife from his table, intercepted his apple in mid-air, pierced it, nailing it to the wooden tabletop before he could even see your movement clearly.

Luis froze when you gripped the knife handle in reverse, still smiling.

"But unfortunately, no matter who challenges him, the outcome is the same—I hold the deciding vote." With these words, you pulled out the knife and placed it back on the table, before striding toward the exit of cafeteria. "Never mind, I'm gonna catch him myself."

The apple juice began to trickle out along the cut. Luis looked at the small puddle forming, shooking his head helplessly.

He called after your retreating figure, "You know, you two really are a perfect match."

The final response you give to him was a middle finger raised over your shoulder.

"Leon?" You knocked on the door and waited a few seconds, receiving only prolonged silence.

You knocked once more. "Babe, are you there?"

Still no response.

You frowned.

Although you did knock and ask, you actually didn't need a response to tell you he was inside the room.

According to Luis, he had not left this morning. The path from the cafeteria to Leon's room was a one-way route, with only a fork leading to the neighboring buildings near this block. There was no other place along the way where he could have avoided you.

—Of course, if he deliberately climbed a tree or used counter-surveillance techniques, it would not be impossible.

But on the other hand, if he was going to such lengths to avoid you, it would only make you more puzzled and more worried.

Because to you, Leon was the clingy type.

When you first met him, the perpetually lowered brows and tightly pressed lips gave a sharp, unapproachable edge to his hansome frame. Your first impression of Leon was that he was taciturn, aloof, and an ice-cold charming guy, which later you found out were wrong on all counts.

After training together for just one week, you completely changed your view of him.

Leon was that kind of person who could serve as a living model for "good man."

Contrary to what his brows suggested, those ocean-blue eyes held kindness and compassion. Even toward strangers, he was willing to lend a helping hand. He was not particularly quiet; when training content was harsh and tedious, he would use his signature Kennedy-style dad jokes and dark humor to relieve the boredom. He was sincere with people and very responsible—especially when he smiled.

God, you had never believed those cheesy descriptions like "feeling as if struck in the heart by Cupid's arrow."

So, God let you meet Leon S. Kennedy.

The first time Leon gave you that sincere smile, in thirty-plus years of life, you experienced such intense palpitations for the very first time. At that moment, you swore to yourself: you were determined to have this adorabe, handsome, and damnably hot man!

Original prediction of pursuing him was somewhat difficult, but the process turned out to be easier than you imagined. Though Leon later salvaged his pride by claiming it was entirely because you had taken advantage of being a few years older and having more romantic experience, making you an unfair victory.

"But if you doesn't like me, none of my tricks will work, will they?" You grinned and shaken the beverage can in your hand. "The catalyst only speeds up the reaction, hoeny, it is the raw materials that matters."

Leon was left speechless. He pouted and hummed, choosing not to argue over a topic he had no chance of winning.

After you officially started dating, you discovered even more contrasts in him.

Leon's clinginess was not the loud, noisy kind. He preferred to express the wish of being together with you through various silent actions.

In the morning, you would see him waiting outside of your apartment door with coffee in hand, then hold your hand as you both drank coffee on the way to the agency headquarters. During daily training, if possible, he would try to be paired with you to build synergy in operations and prepare better for real missions. In meetings, he would always sit right next to you so he could secretly hold your hand under the table like high-school sweethearts. On rest days when you were out of missions and training, if you wanted to go out, he would plan the entire date. If you wanted to laze around, he would come to your place or pick you up to sprawl on the sofa for the whole day.

Thus when such an clingy boyfriend suddenly disappears for a whole week without showing up, you could do nothing but worry.

"Leon? Babe?" You knocked on the door again, standing with hands on your hips, sighing. "Com'on, I know you're inside. I'm really worried about you, baby. You didn't come to breakfast this morning and Luis said because you thought the food here was too simple, not your taste. So I just wanted to check whether that lame excuse was really something you came up with?"

You tried to keep your tone light, but the anxiety in your heart remained uncontainable. After pausing for only a second, you reached out and knocked again. "Babe, can you just open the door? Is anything alright? I feel like you've been avoiding me lately... If something's happened, can you tell me please, my dear?"

You finally heard movement inside the room, but it made your heart sink.

The footsteps were unsteady, with irregular intervals and varying stride lengths.

This surely didn't sound like the footsteps from a normal person—or at least, a healthy person.

He finally stopped some distance from the door.

"I'm fine, baby. And I'm not avoiding you."

"Well, but your behavior doesn't seem to agree with that." Although Leon could not see you, you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest. "Hey, what happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm just... I'm just a bit off these days."

"What?" You grew tense, pressing both hands against the door panel. "You feeling off? What are the symptoms? Have you notified the medical staff here? Wait here, I'll get you—"

"No no, wait, no need to call anyone!" Leon's voice grew urgent behind the door. "I've already seen the staff. It's nothing dangerous like a bio-infection, just a regular cold."

"You sure?"

"Yes, baby. Do you think I'd lie about something with bio-exposure risk?"

That was true.

But this only deepened your confusion.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"I...I don't want you to worry."

"So you had Luis relay such a bullshit lie?" You rolled your eyes at the door.

"I didn't lie. It was all Luis making things up."

"Fine. But now I know, so can you let me in?"

"No!" Leon's refusal was so firm it stunned you.

He probably also realized his tone was off and quickly apologized. "Sorry, but you can't get in."

"Why? You're sick, you need someone to take care of you."

"I'll infect you."

Perhaps it was your imagination, but Leon's voice carried a strong breathlessness. Your worry for him sank even deeper.

"It's just a cold, love. Although some colds are contagious, you should know they're still within the range the human immune system can handle."

You reached out and tried turning the doorknob, unsurprised to find it locked.

Hearing you try to push the door open, Leon grew visibly anxious behind it.

"Don't come in," this time you were certain the breathy quality in his voice was not an illusion. After saying just this short sentence, he began breathing heavily. "I can handle it alone, trust me."

"For what reason, Leon?" You were somewhat annoyed. "Listen to your own voice now. Do you think I can leave you here like this?"

Leon cursed softly behind the door. It was quiet, merely a muffled sound in his throat, yet you still heard it.

Then his panting and suppressed groans grew more frequent. Even worse, the sounds gradually seemed to come from deeper inside the room. You did not know whether he had retreated farther from the door or if his condition had worsened.

Either way, it was enough to make your heart leap into your throat.

"Leon, open the door!" You knocked hard, the accumulated worry turning into anger under his inexplicable avoidance and resistance. "Stop forcing yourself. You sound like you're about to faint at any second'."

"No, I'm not that bad," Great. Now you could hear his chest and lungs working violently to draw more oxygen and ease his breathing difficulty. "I'm just...just having another bout of fever. Once I lie down and rest a bit, it will go down. Really..."

After saying this, he let out a long groan.

You had only heard him make this sound when he was seriously injured, the most recent time of which was during the last mission you had just accomplished.

Back then, you had witnessed with your own eyes how Leon was tormented by Plagas to the point of unbearable suffering. The intense fear had nearly swallowed you whole. You had only just managed to suppress that lingering terror with the joy of mission success and the past few days of relax life. But now, his pained cries pushed you back into that darkness memory.

The familiar panic made you unable to endure any longer. You pulled out the small packet of paper clips you habitually carried, took one out, unfolded it, crouched down, and inserted it into the lock.

"Okay, I'm coming in right now."

"What? Wait, you can't just..."

Staggering footsteps rushed toward the door at high speed, sounding as if he might fall at any moment. This made you even more distressed, forcing you to pick up speed in unlocking the door.

With a click of the lock cylinder, the footsteps that had been halfway there suddenly changed direction, and stumbled quickly toward the depths of the room.

You swiftly turned the handle and rushed in, no doubt caught the sight of Leon trying to run into the bedroom. Even from his back, you could tell his condition was extremely poor. When he reached the bedroom door, he nearly fell, only steadying himself by grabbing the doorframe.

"Leon!" You slammed the main door shut behind you and rushed over to stop him from locking you out again.

Just as he was about to close, you managed to wedge your shoulder and body against the door.

"Leon S. Kennedy, what the hell is wrong with you?" You scolded while struggling against him, "Now I totally believe this is not a cold. What's really going on? Tell me right now!"

"No. Don't..." He tried hard to close the door. Up close, the state of his voice was frightening. It sounded as if it was being forced out through his vocal cords, not to mention he was still exerting himself.

Thankfully he was in poor condition; otherwise you might not have been able to hold the door against him for so long n terms of pure strength. Finally, with no other choice, you decided to take a risky and rather unethical trick to break through.

You slipped your fingers into the door gap. Leon definitely saw it, because the next second the strength opposing you vanishedn completely. You seized the opportunity, pushed the door open, and slipped inside, coming face to face with Leon's frustrated expression.

"Are you insane? What if I hurt your fingers?"

"If you had let me in earlier, I wouldn't have had to do this." You frowned, watching Leon retreat a few more steps with his body swaying slightly.

You could not think of any word other than "miserable" to describe him right now.

He was wrapped in a bathrobe. The light-colored fabric made the flushed skin on his neck and face appear even more vivid and striking. His face was bright red, as if the Santa Claus from a Christmas street advertisement had stepped into reality, except the expression on his face was not relaxed or joyful, but one of deep torment.

"God babe, are you.. are you okay?" You did not understand the mechanism, but the pain torturing him seemed to steal your own breath as well. Your legs went weak, and your mind buzzed.

You did not even dare to blink, afraid that your beloved would collapse in the next instant and something worse would happen.

You instinctively took a step closer.

Leon's eyes suddenly widened. He hurriedly retreated several feet. "Wait, stop! Don't come any closer!"

Your outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

A chill ran up your fingertips, then through your limbs, and finally into your chest and heart. Your brain was flooded with wave after wave of noisy after going blank in an instant.

You had never seen Leon like this—or rather, you had never seen Leon show you this kind of attitude. Even back to the time when you were still strangers, he had been friendly and polite toward you.

But now, he was rejecting you. Every movement and expression was filled with "I don't want you near me."

It felt like a knife twisting in your heart—not only because of the pain of your lover's sudden distance and resistance, but also because, through the gaps in his defensive armor, you detected the fear hidden beneath, the real reason driving his actions.

What was Leon afraid of? What kind of horrible situation could frighten him to this extent?

It was precisely the realization that Leon was experiencing something so terrible that it made him act completely out of his normal side, while you still knew nothing about it, that made you feel so heartbroken.

You were nearly driven mad by this unease.

"Leon, this isn't a cold, is it?" Your voice trembled uncontrollably. Considering his resistance, you chose to stay where you were and did not approach for the moment.

Leon closed his eyes, brows furrowed as if he felt guilty about his own state. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be cruel, but I can't let you get close to me."

"What happened? What's wrong with your body?"

Leon's chest was still heaving violently. Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead and neck. He was running a fever. You were certain of it, and he was being afflicted with that.

"You have a fever?"

"No." He shook his head lightly, holding onto a nearby cabinet.

You noticed he seemed to avoid looking at you and kept trying to wrap the bathrobe more tightly around himself.

"But my body temperature is indeed very high, caused by my blood flowing too fast."

"Is it a disease? Virus? Or that damn parasite? Did you actually see the medical staff here?" Although you believed Leon would never lie about bio-infection risks that would endanger others, you find yourself doubting that, if he had really seen a doctor, how could the situation be this serious?

"I didn't call them," Leon's denial made your breath catch, but he quickly added, "because this isn't a disease, nor the Plagas which have already been completely removed. I can promise you that. They wouldn't be able to detect it, so I didn't call."

"What do you mean they wouldn't be able to detect it? Your body is clearly abnormal. Doctors would understand better than us."

"I can't let them examine me..."

"Leon?"

"Because I know exactly what the hell is wrong with me!" Leon suddenly growled with a curse, startling you. His blue eyes were now bloodshot, unusually agitated. "And I cannot let any other know!"

"Wha-what?" You stood there stunned, struggling to process it.

This intense outburst seemed to drain what little strength Leon had left. He slid down slowly while holding the cabinet edge, tilting his head back slightly and greedily gulping air.

You slowly knelt as well. Seeing his condition, your blood vessels felt as if they were all twisted together in pain. "You say you know what's wrong with you—then tell me, Leon. What's wrong with you?!"

Leon squeezed his eyes shut tightly, brows knitted. He seemed to be enduring a pain that came from both inside and out. He was still breathing heavily, and low groans occasionally escaped his throat.

"...It's a sequela from the Las Plagas infection. Luis told me this."

"Sequela?"

"Although the parasite has been removed, some of the metabolites it produced during growth remain in the host's body... So before the immune system clears them, there is still a chance that these chemical substances will affect the host for a period of time through their action on the organism… That's the sequela."

You were momentarily speechless, carefully digesting the information Leon provided.

"But that doesn't make sense. If it's really just a sequela, the medical staff could provide medication to balance those abnormal chemicals. But you don't want them to know you have a sequela. Why? And why are you avoiding me from this? You act like you've seen a ghost when I approach."

Lost in the successive waves of confusion, you unconsciously knee-walked a little closer.

The next second, Leon arched his back as if struck by something. His chest heaved even more violently, teeth chattering as he gasped sharply. "Jesus, don't come any closer, please..."

You immediately shifted backward. "O-okay."

Leon cursed a few more times under his breath, brows tightly furrowed, hand clutching the bathrobe tightened further with the veins on the back of his hand standing out.

"Damn... your scent. Fuck, it's everywhere..."

"What? My scent?" You did not understand why he suddenly mentioned your scent.

But speaking of it, you belatedly noticed how this room differed from the outside.

The small space was filled with a dry heat, accompanied by a slightly viscous odor. It was not pungent enough to be irritating, but it was impactful and somewhat aggressive.

This smell and atmosphere were very familiar to you. It belonged to Leon, a limited edition—highly private, not suitable for display to others.

It only appeared in your private time, starting with undisguised eye contact, fueled by imminent passion, until the sticky, damp sensation enveloped your skin. This chaotic yet blissful scent would then fill the space between your lips and breaths, becoming a sense of satisfaction and happiness filling every corner of your heart.

You suddenly realized something.

"Please, just go..." Leon knew that a person clever as you would have pieced together the truth from all the clues. At this moment, being so nakedly exposed left him nearly mortified. He wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

You knew it. You had figured it all out. About exactly what was running through his mind right now.

"I don't want... I can't do anything that hurt you. If you stay here, I really don't know how long I can hold on this from smelling you..."

As he spoke, Leon slowly turned his back to you, pressing a corner of the bathrobe against his face as if that could block out your scent and grant him a moment of clarity.

But how could that be possible? Just knowing you were nearby, within arm's reach, was already driving him crazy.

Previously, he had still been able to suppress the impulse. All he needed to do was stay as far as possible from places that carried traces of you. That way, at least he could appear normal and continue his daily life without seeming unusual.

But once you noticed something was wrong and started hunting for him throughout the base, there was no longer any "safe" place left in the entire facility.

Leon even felt that the traces of your presence had become visible lines of smoke floating and swaying in the air. Once touched, they would turn into terrifying spider silk, capturing him as prey—the more he struggled, the tighter they bound him.

It had all started one morning a week earlier. An inexplicable wave of heat woke him from an sweet dream, leaving him dizzy and splitting-headed.

As a mature, healthy male, Leon did not consider morning wood caused by an erotic dream to be anything shameful—provided the urge was not so intense that his cock began to ache.

When he tried to relieve it with his hand, Leon clearly noticed the abnormality: his mind was filled entirely with you—of course, you were his beloved girlfriend—but the scenes were not like his usual fantasies.

Leon had certainly recalled your past intimate moments while pleasuring himself before, but even those scenes, though erotic, had always been warm and sweet: your smile, your soft whispers as you bit his earlobe, the gentle sensation of your fingers roaming over his body... Just thinking about it would make him feel extraordinarily satisfied.

But now it was different. What surfaced in his brain were far more intensive things: you screaming while clawing at his back hard enough to draw blood; your eyes unable to open because overwhelming pleasure had forced out too many physiological tears, obscuring your vision; your voice hoarse from crying out through continuous orgasms, yet forced to produce more sobs and cries as he invaded you agai...

Leon was unwilling to admit that what he was imagining was a sex scene. It felt more like an animalistic act of aggression which completely dominated by instinct. He only wanted to possess and claim the mate before him thoroughly, and even... to force her to reproduce...

No, stop...

Stop stop stop stop!

This realization made him snap his eyes open. The release from masturbation turned into torture. The fluid on his abdomen served as irrefutable evidence of the sin he could not escape. He had no choice but to admit that those terrible thoughts were real.

God, What's wrong with me?

What the fucking WRONG with ME?

He urgently needed an answer, and he knew exactly whom to ask.

Although it had come on very strangely, this loss of control felt exactly like when the Plagas was still inside him. Had it relapsed? Is the surgery... failed?

With apprehension, Leon sought out Luis. After his embarrassed and angry account and questioning, Luis first froze, then burst into laughter.

"Holy Mary, how did you end up with such a low-probability event?" He laughed so hard he wiped away tears, leaving Leon somewhat confused.

"What?"

"Relax, amigo. It's not a relapse, and the parasite wasn't incompletely removed. It's just that some of the chemical substances released by the Plagas larva while it was growing remain in your body, so you're still somewhat affected. You can think of it as a kind of sequela."

"Sequela? But why would it manifest like this?"

"How should I put it... You remember I told you the Plagas parasitizes the spinal nerves, right? Well, you know, while human male sexual behavior—from arousal to release—can be controlled by the higher brain, there is also a pathway on the same level as the knee-jerk reflex that can be completed solely by the spinal nerves."

"I don't need a high-school physiology lesson from you right now."

"Com'on, don't be impatient. Since the Plagas parasitizes the spine, and the spine can control sexual arousal, these sudden intense sexual urges of yours are actually one possible manifestation of the Plagas's control over the host. Only now, the residues happen to be affecting the part of the spine that controls sexual behaviors. And since your brain remains conscious, this effect consequently reacts back on your cognition."

"...In the end, it's turning me into an animal in heat."

"Ugh, do you really have to describe it in such terms?"

"Sounds like I can think of any nicer way to say it?" Leon's expression gradually became impatient and irritated.

"Tsk, why be so gloomy? Isn't it easy for you to deal with?"

"What do you mean?"

"You have a girlfriend, and lucky enough. You're both staying in the same place on vacation. Just spend a couple of days getting with her and it'll naturally be relieved."

"Shut up!" Whether due to his physical condition or something else, Leon felt his ears burning red and hot. He pressed his fist on Luis's chest, pinning him against the wall once again. "Say one more bullshit and you won't be able to open your mouth tomorrow."

"Whoa whoa, easy!" Luis raised his hands in surrender, pleading for mercy, "I didn't say anything wrong okay? Why are you acting as if it's your first time hearing this topic?" Luis's eyes darted around, and his mouth slowly fell open. "Oh my god, don't tell me you are still..."

"Do you really want to try whether I can cut off that tongue, genius?" Leon narrowed his eyes. Despite his poor condition, his expression was deadly serious, gradually stripping away Luis's carefree attitude.

He restrained his frivolous smile, nodded while maintaining the surrender posture, and said, "All right, I won't tease anymore."

"...I will nevery do anything to hurt her." Leon spoke seriously, withdrawing the pressure on Luis, then turning toward the tea bar to pour himself a glass of ice water to cool down.

Luis adjusted his shirt and muttered, "I wouldn't think this harm. How could it be hurt for a couple sleeping together?"

"No." Leon turned to look at him, expression grave, "It's not the same."

Making love with you under mutual consent, and dragging you into sex because of a pathological condition. They are different concepts. Or at least in Leon's mind, they were fundamentally different.

If he asked a sex from you just because his body was uncomfortable and need to release, what did that make him? And what did that make you?

You were his lover. Not some tool that can be used.

Especially since Leon knew very well that if he told you the truth, you would definitely offer to help him willingly—you were always such considerate girlfriend, always putting his needs first—which would only make him feel even more ashamed.

Because he also knew very well about his physical condition at the moment. He could not guarantee that once you two started this, he would not lose control midway, either he would not do anything excessive that might hurt you, or even... turn into a bastard who only wanted to vent on your body.

He knew you loved him, and that love would make you willing to do anything for him.

Therefore, he could not allow you to do anything merely out of obligation to his needs, nor could he allow himself to hurt you by taking advantage of that favoritism.

Because he loved you too.

But right now, he was barely holding back.

Leon had thought that with your intelligence you would inevitably notice something unusual. What he didn't think ahead was when you actually stood right outside his door, he could almost feel as if the noisy clamor that had filled his brain a week earlier suddenly returned.

Only this time, the endlessly chattering voice had changed from Saddler to himself. Some demon deep in his soul was urging him: open the door, kiss her, take her, and claim her completely!

Enough enough enough enough…

Stop talking. I can't do this!

However, your scent had already seeped into his room, so strong and rich. Damn, how had he never realized before how intoxicating you were?

His blood flowed faster and faster, his lower abdomen grew hotter, and his hard member swelled red and purple again, aching painfully. Leon could only desperately cover himself with the bathrobe, hoping you would not see this wretched side of him.

His consciousness grew unsteady. Opening his eyes meant facing your real gaze and an irresistible urge to kiss you immediately while closing them could only bring all kinds of absurd and obscene scenes that he could not shake off no matter how hard he tried.

What should he do? What the hell should he do? Even if you left the room now, he knew he could no longer return to a relatively calm state. It was like a flame that had grown into a massive blaze. Unless there was enough rain, it could only burn more furiously.

"Leon."

Then he felt the first drop of rain. You grabbed his hand.

"Love, I'm not leaving you."

Then came the second drop. You leaned in, cupped his face with both hands, and forced him to look at you.

Reason told him he should pull away, should push you back.

But hell, he had no way to resist your touch, your closeness, your words...

He even wanted more.

"I won't leave you here alone."

"But...I-I'm scared. I-"

"Love, you don't need to be afraid." You lowered your head, thumbs gently stroking his cheek while pressing your forehead to his. With each word, your light breath fell on his lips. "I'm here. I'm with you."

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Leon trembled all over. His hands clutched the bathrobe so tightly that his nails nearly pierced the fabric, barely restraining the urge to pull you into his arms. "I'll hurt you."

"You won't." You shook your head. "You would never hurt me."

Your words were neither comfort nor deliberate emphasis. They were stated as an unquestionable, internalized fact of life as natural as eating or sleeping.

It was precisely this powerful naturalness that shattered Leon's final line of defense.

He did not reject your kiss. He let the rain pour down and extinguish his anxiety.

"Although you haven't explained yet, I can probably guess the situation here. Listen, Leon. Even if you feel like your body is about to lose control and your mind is full of sinful thoughts, you'll not hurt me."

You pecked his lips, feeling his increasingly disordered and urgent breathing, and continued to soothe him with your words. "Those are just thoughts, not actions. Besides, I'm not that fragile you could hurt that easily. Did you forget how good it feels when I throw you over my shoulder and make you grimace in pain?"

Leon's chuckling breath was cut off by your deeper kiss.

He reached out with one arm to hold your shoulder. "Absolutely not," he said, sliding his hand to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, "How could I?"

With that, Leon wrapped his arm around your waist. Using the cabinet for support, he stood up with you and then pulled you down onto the King size bed just a couple of steps away.

His scorching body heat quickly enveloped you from above, making you feel like being covered by a large, hot towel which rose your own temperature as well.

His lips kept rubbing against yours, the soft sensation filled with urgency and passion. You had originally wanted to say something more to comfort him, but your words were completely swallowed by his mouth. Your tongue had no time to speak because it was drawn into a dance with his, sending wave after wave of bone-melting electricity racing along your spine to limbs.

"But I'm still afraid," he murmured against your lower lip when you parted slightly for fresh air. Despite the urgency with which he kissed you again, the rest of the sentence only continued after the next inevitable break for oxygen. "This sequela causes very strong impluse. I'm afraid that once we start, I won't be able to control myself and I'll do something excessive."

"Such as?" You rubbed your nose against his, swallowing the breath he exhaled.

Leon only half-opened his eyes to look at you. Those beautiful blue eyes then quickly darted aside, looking exactly like a child caught doing something wrong and feeling embarrassed.

"I'm not gonna say it," his ears and cheeks flushed adorably. "Even just saying it out would already be too much."

You could not help giggling softly against his neck, your breath teasing the sensitive skin and making the fine hairs there stand on end.

"All right, then I won't ask." While speaking cheerfully, you slid your hand toward the tie of his robe. "The urgent task is to take care of my poor agent."

"Wait," Leon instinctively grabbed your wrist to stop you, but a voice deep inside him kept shouting to stop him as well. "A-Are you sure of this?"

"Yes sweetheart, don't worry," You leaned in and kissed his lips again. "You won't hurt me."

You moved closer to his ear, whispering, kissing and licking his sensitive earlobe, successfully drawing sharp gasps and muffled groans from him.

"I don't wannna force you to do this," his voice trembled. His body could no longer refuse instinct and allowed you to pull open his robe. All the sinful reactions he had just tried to hide from you—the flush, the thin sweat, the tensed muscles, and the aroused erection—were now fully exposed to your sight. "I don't want you to have sex with me just because I need you to relieve me. That would make me feel like a selfish bastard."

You were momentarily stunned by his words.

"What? You? Selfish?" You burst out laughing, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinning. "God, if Leon S. Kennedy can count as selfish, then the hell would have already run out of room for people committed sin of greed."

Your sincere praise made Leon's consciousness feel as if it had been gently kneaded by a cloud.

"And just because you need it?" You climbed up in front of him, looking up at him. From this angle, Leon could see you deliberately pressing your breasts against him. The soft, familiar sensation made him swallow hard. The cock hidden in his box grew even harder.

You deliberately put on an exaggerated, aggrieved expression. Your legs slowly wrapped around his waist in a seductive pose. "Honey, are you telling me you don't want to?"

"Of course not!" He answered without hesitation.

He was already wanting it so badly.

"In that case, what else are you worried about?" You tilted your head and kissed his chest. The already tense muscle there tightened even more. With mischievous intent, you began pecking kisses along the curve while one hand simultaneously attended to the other side, caressing his chest. "Becasue for me, I can't think of any reason to refuse my dear boyfriend from getting laid with him."

Leon's face turned red at your straightforward words.

Fuck. His mind was already full of terrible thoughts that cast morality aside, yet why could he still feel ashamed because of your teasing?

"Even if I might carry it too far?"

"How far?" You seem intrigued by his words, one hand caressing his well-shaped pectoral muscle while the other sliding downward along his defined abs.

When your hand grasped his bulging yet clothed erection and gently rubbed it, the scorching heat bumped against your palm, craving more touch from your fingers.

Leon gasped sharply. His hips instinctively thrust forward, grinding lightly against your palm. He then bit his lower lip, a sign of refusing to answer.

"You're already this hard, yet you still want your mouth to stay hard too, my love?" Seeing his reluctance to speak, you felt a previously unknown urge stir within you.

It was hard to explain why Leon's restrained demeanor excited you even more.

Perhaps because the fact that he had held back to this extent meant the desire inside him must be unbearable and crazy.

And the root of those desires and delusions was you.

Even with the Plagas sequela as the cause, ultimately, what he craved excactly was you.

The potential of this craving was so enormous that it had developed to the point where he feared losing control.

Just thinking that his obsession with you could be this intense filled the darkness part hidden in your heart with a sinful sweetness.

You wanted to see his reason crumble.

You wanted to see him sink into lust completely.

You wanted to see his other side only disclosing to you.

"I just touched you, and you started grinding against me. You clearly want this so badly, babe, yet trying to hold back." You scolded him verbally, but your hand directly pulled down his underwear to free his length that had been constrained against his lower abdomen. It was thick, hard and totally red, with several faintly raised veins pulsing with excitement, making the swollen head twitch.

Your thumb brushed over the precum leaking from the tip, spreading it in circles over the glans. Hearing Leon groan heavily against your forehead, his sexy voice made your chest heat up.

"Fuck, your hand..."

"Yes, my hand. Aren't you thinking about me stroking your cock with my hand, some of my fingertips gripping the base of it and the others sliding it from head to root, then rubbing the tip hard with my thumb to make it drip more precum?"

"Fuck..."

You were not only saying these outrageous things with your mouth; your hands were also putting every word into practice. Your hand skillfully touched his cock at a moderate pace. Just enough to give him relief, yet leaving him wanting more.

Leon buried his face in the crook between your neck and the bedsheet. His scorching breath warmed that patch of skin and your hair, but he kept holding himself, refusing to admit what you said was exactly right to him.

"Hmm... So it's not this kind."

Your words carried a smile, but not the reassuring kind. On the contrary, Leon was very familiar with this tone. It was usually a sign that you were about to do something naughty.

So the next second, with a clever move, you flipped the unprepared Leon over, switching your position. By the time he reacted, his back was against the slightly cool sheet, and you had moved back between his thighs, pulling his box further down.

Due to the change in position, his engorged thick member now stood rigidly erect. To make it more arousing, your gorgeous face was right beside it, the sight of which was enough to make Leon's lust surge, not to mention imagining what you were about to do next.

"Then you are hoping for this? Me kneeling between your legs, one hand holding the bottom of your cock while my mouth taking it from the tip, trying hard to swallow it until it's completely filling me?" As you spoke, you began kissing from the root upward. The wet, hot sensation gradually extended along the shaft.

Leon groaned outright. His breathing grew more chaotic. When your kiss finally landed on the moist slit, his back arched involuntarily, desperately wanting that soft, wet feeling to envelop his cock.

"Is this what you're thinking about, sweetheart?" You focused on kissing the tip, one hand gripping the lower half of his cock and stroking it with small movements. "You want me to please you with my mouth?"

With each kiss, you deliberately let your lips lightly enclose just a little bit more, teasing his desire. Several times he tried to thrust upward, but your arms cleverly applied pressure to his thighs, pinning them down and preventing successfully.

You felt Leon place one hand on your head.

"Oh~ So it's something even more intense," You smiled, taking half his tip into your mouth. Your tongue rubbed and pleased the sensitive area before you pulled back and continued your seductive words. "You want to press my head down hard so you can fuck deep into my throat, right babe? Making me unable to speak, only able to swallow your cock, hum? Is that the excessive thing you're talking about?"

Fuck...

Yes yes yes yes yes!

"Fuck, yes…" He wanted it. He readly did want it.

"Babe, what did you say?" But your devilish whisper refused to let him off easily, "Say it properly so I know whether my guess is right, and can take better care of you."

Face feeling like set on a fire, Leon wished he could bury his head shame in the pillow and not look at you.

"God yes... I want it."

"Want what? Use your words, handsome."

"...I want you to suck me off with your mouth..." He said the words you wanted to hear, desperately and wrecked. "Please stop teasing, just give it to me honey please…"

His voice shook, filled with intense unease and longing.

How embarrassing. To be seen in such a wretched state by you, to voice such a lewd, depraved and shameless invitatio.

But all of these were his genuine desires: to be wrapped in your warm lips, to watch your beautiful face move up and down on his cock, to make your mouth too full to speak and only able to take his cock deep, and finally to release inside, you swallowing all his thick cum...

Even worse, although he tried to hide his sinful desires, his body was giving you the most honest response, forcing his heart to lie naked before you with nowhere to hide.

Yet this exposure, while bringing him shame and guilty, also slowly brewed a secret pleasure, provoking the itch of his heart.

Hearing Leon's plea, you were filled with joy and arousal rolled through your internal organs too.

"Yeah, that's my good boy." While praising him, you opened your mouth and finally took his entire cock inside as he longed.

His hips jerked upward sharply as his cock twitched excitedly from base to tip, coming out more precum.

Perhaps it was the abnormal arousal the reason that you felt his taste was more stimulating than usual. The salty, musky flavor was not unpleasant, yet it made you frown slightly.

Soon, however, the scent successfully ignited your own desire. You held the bottom of his member firmly with one hand and relaxed your lips and throat, swallowing him a little deeper.

Leon writhed restlessly on the bed. The muscles at the tops of his thighs twitched and trembled with each small movement of your head. All that came from his mouth now were disordered gasps, sharp inhales, and broken groans.

"Fuck, f-fuck... your mouth's so good..."

One of his hands clutched the sheet beneath him, creating wrinkles that spread from his five fingers to all four corners of the bed. The other hand flailed about, occasionally landing on your head. When you mischievously pressed your tongue firmly against his length and squeezed, that hand would instinctively grab your hair—only to immediately realize its mistake and let go. But after you taking him a few more times, it would inevitably return.

You gradually increased the speed and took him deeper. The soft, wet oral cavity embraced more of the sensitive areas, bringing intense stimulation that made Leon exhale heavily.

"God, it gets deeper. Oh god yes..."

You opened your eyes and looked up at him from below, seeing that his beautiful blue eyes were completely closed, his straight, handsome brows tightly knitted, and together with his mouth which wanted to stay closed but kept letting out moans, they painted a scene of him overwhelmed by pleasure and on the verge of losing control.

Witnessing him completely lost under the grip of physical pleasure gave you an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and delight. You unconsciously clenched your thighs. Shit, you could feel the fabric being soaked by the moisture of your own arousal.

You half-closed your eyes, hollowed your cheeks, and deliberately made loud, wet sounds with each swallow and withdrawal. The sticky, lewd noises indeed made Leon's heartbeat quicken. His cock swelled further, the glans rubbing back and forth against the soft flesh of your upper palate.

"Mmm…" You let out a soft, dissatisfied hum.

He seemed bigger and harder than usual, and taking him felt more strenuous. But you wouldn't dislike it. On the contrary, it excited you even more.

So thick and so hot. Can't imagine how would it feel when it entered your body later... Would it fill you more completely than before, making the stretching feeling inside even stronger?

Especially, considering this swollen state, he would probably cum more during orgasm.

Just drawing a fantasy made your cunt twitch gently, but it only heightened the emptiness, leaving you the only way to satisfy the hunger between your legs by using the fullness in your mouth instead.

You let his tip rest beside your lips for a moment to catch your breath before ypu pressed down heavily and quickly again. His glan pushed harder into your throat. The narrower, hotter soft flesh contracted in surprise, squeezing his head.

You instinctively whimpered. Physiological tears welled up in your eyes. His cock got so deep that it made your throat contract instinctively, trying to expel the foreign object, only made Leon's dick more present.

But he was clearly suffering more than you.

He almost snapped his eyes open, then closed them tightly again amid continuous cries. The muscles of his abdomen tensed like stone. "Fuck, fuck 's so deep... I-I'm gonna..."

After adapting it, you began deep-throating him in earnest, shooking your head slightly to make your lips press tightly against every inch of his cock's surface as you moved, rubbing every vulnerable nerve.

Leon's neck stiffened, hyoid bone protruding fully. He had never been able to resist your skilled oral treating, let alone now when he was in a hypersensitive state of heat due to the sequela. In fact, it was already a miracle that he had not cum immediately when you at the first time you suck him into your mouth.

"Oh yes. Fuck, fuck 's too tight... I'm gonna, really gonna..."

Upon hearing this, you simply sped up the pace and frequency of the blowjob. The wave-like pleasure pushed him to do what you wanted him to do and voice the sounds you wanted to hear.

"Fuck baby I'm coming, I'm coming..."

When the orgasm finally hit, Leon could no longer maintain any decency or restraint. He ultimately pressed your head down, forcing you to take him to the root. His glans twitched deep in your throat to empty himself.

The sudden dominance from him caught you off guard. A complaining hum sounded in your chest. You wanted to struggle, but could not match Leon's strength. You could only stay pressed against his abs, feeling the pulse from his cock as it continue releasing in your mouth. You did not even need to swallow—the load flowed into your depths drip by drip.

When Leon's breathing finally calmed somewhat, he woke as if from a dream and quickly released you, slowly withdrawing his dick.

"Shit, I'm sorry love. I went too far..."

However, when his tip completely slipped out of your mouth, it pulled a string of mixed white cum and saliva. The erotic sight made him breathe heavily again before he cursed himself inwardly for his still-unsatisfied greed.

Damn. Now he really was starting to act like an asshole.

You coughed lightly a few times, wiped your mouth, but did not show the anger or hurt he had expected. Instead, you half-narrowed your eyes and licked your lips, drawing the messy fluids into your mouth as if tasting something delicious.

"Mmm~ You came so much this time, handsome. Such a good boy for me."

Just a single sweet compliment caused a resonant vibration of pleasure deep inside Leon's body.

Thank God he was lying on the bed; otherwise his legs might have gone weak and he would have knelt before you, hoping only for more of your praise.

Jesus Christ, what was happening to him? Was this also an effect of the Plagas sequela?

He had never realized he could become so intoxicated and addicted by any satisfaction you provided for him.

"You know," You suddenly spoke, wearing a mysterious smile. "The way you're looking at me right now, your expression... they're all telling that you want MORE."

You slowly crawled up from between Leon's thighs straightened your upper body at the same time until you were sitting on his lower abdomen, beginning to uncloth your body.

"Do you want more affection, more praise from me my dear?"

Your eyes never left those deep blue ones. They had changed from their usual calm into a deep sea with undercurrents, scorching waves surged from the bottom, ready to stir up a storm at any moment.

The way you undressed was like a performance. The gradually revealed skin stole the spotlight from everything else in this room. When you were left with only your underwear, Leon gasped as he gazed at the body he had dreamed for the whole week.

He unconsciously sighed, "God, you're so beautiful..."

You could not suppress the corners of your mouth from lifting. You slowly leaned down, guiding his hand to the clasp of your bra. "Thank you. But don't think I didn't notice you changing the subject. You still haven't told me whether I was right."

Leon coughed again. He quickly moved his gaze from your face to your chest, partly out of desire, partly out of the embarrassment to admit his longing.

The bra clicked open. You helped Leon pull it off and toss it aside, feeling his hands cover your breasts. The rough pads of his fingers raised tingling pleasure on the soft flesh, kneading urgently.

Your nipples had long since hardened completely. Leon naturally did not miss the tempting sight. His fingers soon focused on them, pressing and rubbing, occasionally deliberately flicking the sensitive buds back and forth.

You gasped, arching forward to push your tits closer to him. With one hand sliding to your back, Leon grew bolder by pressing you down completely so he could effortlessly suck one nipple into his mouth.

When he sucked and bit it, wave after wave of pleasure shot along your spine straight to the junction of your thighs. The wetness on your panties grew heavier. You could not help rocking your hips, rubbing your entrance against his still-erect cock through the fabric.

Feeling the familiar shape and the warm mositure gradually soaking him, veins bulged on Leon's forehead. The force with which he sucked your nipple grew hotter and more impatient.

He twisted his hips, matching your movements by rubbing his dick against your pussy, the fabric amplifying the sensation and pleasure that surged from both above and below. You tilted your head back slightly and let out a satisfied, coquettish moan.

But you were not fooled by Leon's tactics. Biting your lower lip, you ruthlessly pushed him back down while lifting your hips to create some distance.

"Refusing to answer questions is not the behavior of a good boy."

As you spoke, you removed the last piece of clothing, becoming as naked as Leon. Leon could see that your cunt was already dripping, folds glistened with moisture. When your fluttering hole slowly covered his tip, he desperately wanted to push inside and feel wonderful being enveloped in heat.

But you dodged whenever he thrust upward, making him grunt in dissatisfaction.

"Say it," you spoke gently, though tone leaving no room for argument, "Com'on, say you want me to praise you. Say you want me to satisfy you."

Your hand held his cock, rubbing it back and forth against your cunt. The abundant juices from your pussy gradually coated the entire erection. His glan grew purple with excitement as it rubbed against your folds and clit. The sight, combined with the glistening fluids, looked incredibly lewd.

Leon was broken to the limit.

You continuesly teased his desire, keeping him hovering at the entrance to ecstasy. Each time he tried to enter, you precisely thwarted his advance, pinning him in place with desperate longing.

After several failed attempts to push inside, Leon's breathing grew heavier.

He want it so bad. So bad, so bad, so bad…

"Fuck babe stop teasing me. Just give me please, I'm begging you..."

"For what? Love, you need to use your words properly." Unlike his urgency and panic, your posture and words radiated composure, even though the wild joy inside you was nearly overflowing, "Voice your desire to me handsome."

You had never realized you had this hidden kink before, but you had to admit that seeing Leon wrapped in desire, lying beneath you, too embarrassed to speak yet helplessly whorshipped by instinct, made you incredibly happy.

This scene of Leon was something you had never seen before.

And this side of him would only ever be seen by you.

This realization infinitely amplified the conquest and vanity you had never noticed. The part of human nature deep in the bloodline that craved "cruelty" seemed to be awakened at this moment, mixed with the "love" created by humans into a complex drug: more addictive, more maddening.

Fortunately, neither of you seemed to dislike it.

"Yes, yes I want it please," Leon finally gave in and voiced his wish with earnest pleading. "I want you to keep praising me while riding me and fuck me... Please babe, have some mercy..."

"Such a good boy." You smiled and stroked his face, then slowly lowered your hips. His thick cock slided into your heat without any resistance, "And needy too."

Both of you let out satisfied sighs. You braced your hands on Leon's chest, panting heavily. The feeling of being completely filled was overwhelmly good. His thick cock stretched your inner walls to their limit. The arousal wet squeezed out and flowed slowly down the junction, soaking a large area of Leon's lower abdomen.

"Shit. You're so fucking tight..."

"And you're so big this time. Oh yes, feels so good having you buried inside..."

It took a long while before the trembling in your waist and legs subsided. Leon instinctively placed his hands on your hips, fingers sinking into your flesh, silently urging you on.

You began rocking your hips with smooth movements. Burried deep inside your cunt, his cock constantly rubbed every inch of your inner walls. The same sensation rebounded onto Leon, producing his shaking, sexy moans one after another.

"Oh god. F-fuck. Yes, so tight and warm..."

"You feel good, baby?" You gradually found your rhythm. Bracing on his shoulders and chest, you leaned forward. The change in angle allowed his cock to hit your sensitive spots more precisely with each movement from your hip, creating stars burst in your vision. "Finally get what you've been thinking about all week, right?"

Leon took a deep breath. The skin from his cheeks to his ears grew redder beyond the instinct heat.

"Being dishonest again, huh? Acting like a bad boy," You suddenly slowed down. The sharp drop in pleasure made Leon goan complaining.

"No. No no, don't stop, please..."

You ignored him and slowly lifted your body, letting your pussy gradually release his cock.

Realizing what you were about to do, Leon anxiously gripped your waist, refusing to let you pull away completely.

"No," his eyes were full of pleading. "Please don't pull out, please…"

"Why?" you asked, one hand caressing his body. At this moment, the sculptural, beautifully defined muscles were covered in sweat, looking even more tempting as they rose and fell with his breathing.

"Rewards are only for honest boy, aren't they?"

Leon watched as you leaned closer, your lips meeting his in a lingering, passionate kiss, yet still uttering dangerously sweet words. "So why don't you behave and tell me what exactly were you thinking about all week?"

You bit his ear and whispered seductively, "If you be a good boy for me, I might reward you by letting you cum inside this time. What do you think?"

Suspended on the edge after just tasting the flavor, Leon's body screamed in protest. His lower abdomen was already burning, yet he could still feel blood continuously rushing there.

His brain was even worse. From the moment you started sucking him, the voice demanding pleasure had broken free from its cage, turning his consciousness into a mess.

He want it soooo much.

So so much....

He could still feel the sensation of your pussy tightly gripping him earlier. The wet, hot, soft inner heat felt like countless little mouths kissing his member. During thrusting, they lingered and sucked and rubbed against every inch of his cock.

This exquisite feeling was so amazing and intoxicating that Leon did not want to stop at all. He only wanted to stay buried inside your cunt forever, listening to your sweet, seductive voice call his name, gently and contentedly praising him, then using his cock to thrust hard into your pussy, drawing out more slippery love wet until your words finally dissolved into happy moans.

And now you were riding right on him, straddling him with his cock nestled between your slick folds. You used the soft flesh at your cunt to gently nibble his thick glans, twisting your hips teasingly. Your words and actions worked together to seduce him, forcing him to personally break through his final psychological barrier.

Leon did not want to surrender so easily, but in this situation he had become nothing but a tuna laid out on the cutting board for you to ruin. To make him more pathetic, when he had no choice but to submit to your command, he discovered that besides shame, there was also a taste of sweetness he had never experienced throughout your past lovemaking.

Perhaps it was because he realized he was being completely possessed by you.

Not only the reliable, steady, and reserved side that any others would saw, but also this wretched, hungry, and disheveled one of him.

Maybe the reason he had been too embarrassed to tell you about the sequela before was not only the fear of hurting you, but more importantly, fear that this vulnerable posture and excessively lewd desire would drive you away from him.

That was the consequence he even couldn't bear at the end of the world.

But now, whether it was your mischievousness or your strong determination to pry open his mouth, everything told him how you felt:

You want him. Just as intensely as him.

The moment he realized this, all his unease and hesitation completely collapsed in the face of your frank desire and love.

Leon's hands gripped your hips tightly. Before you could react, he pressed you down to meet his thrust, burying his cock to the very deep.

The sudden stimulation made you cry out and see stars before your eyes.

Then Leon began actively thrusting. His cock created a relentless pace inside you.

"Yes. Been thinking about this the entire week," He licked his dry lips, eyes locked firmly on yours, "Wanted to kiss those lips, to touch your body, to feel you tremble under my palms."

"God Leon," Realizing he had finally discarded his meaningless self-control under your teasing, you were overjoyed. You gradually adapted to the sudden onslaught, gripping his shoulders for support and meeting his thrusts with your own movements.

With his words, one of his hands reached your spine. Brushing over your vertebrae by his fingertips, the seductive heat ignited clusters of blazing flames that spread upand downward from the point of contact. Your mind floated in ecstasy with more wet gushed from your pussy.

"Been missing this little pussy sooo much. About how it feels when squeezing my cock. Yes... just like this, hot and tight, dripping all around, yet still trying to take me even deeper."

There begins to be a loud, sticky wet sounds where your bodies connected, sounds extremly erotic in your ears, undoubtly becoming the best accompaniment for your lovemaking.

"Been also imagining you riding me too, moaning my name, praising me for fucking you so well..."

Hearing this, you let out a short chuckle amid your moans. You leaned down to exchange a hot, steamy kiss with Leon. "Oh yes, yes you fuck me so well baby. Don't want you ever stop this..."

His pelvis slammed heavily against your thighs, making the tip kissed your cervix. In an instant, a deeper pleasure surged from the depths of your lower abdomen. With your legs giving out, you collapsed onto him, breathing more rapidly.

"And I also thought about other things…"

As soon as his dangerous whisper against your ear fell, the world spun. Leon flipped your positions, pressing your back against the mattress that still carried his body heat.

Your legs were forced wide split by his irresistible strength and ankles rested on his shoulders. As his solid, broad body slowly pressed down, your body was folded into a somewhat shameful position, enduring Leon's new wave of powerful assault.

"Like pinning you down completely, your legs spread wide open, can't to do anything but taking my cock..." Sweet kisses entangled your lips. One of his hands gently held your cheek while the other slid to one of your breasts, massaging it roughly as he kept thrusting.

A mix of cries and moans gradually became the main sounds coming from your throat. Your back arched in the increasingly intense safisfaction. Your walls, under the enthusiastic care of his cock, continuously poured out like a spring hole.

"F-fuck, Leon..."

"Yes, keep calling me like that sweetheart," he kissed down your neck. When you arched your chest again from pleasure, he caught the nipple you offered him, teeth gently nipping this little peak, urging you to produce more beautiful and wrecked sounds.

"Been looking forward to claiming you like this the whole week. 'til your mind filled with nothing but me and my name... Fuck you're so beautiful, baby. I love you so much..."

"L-Leon...Leon..." Your hands unconsciously clung to his back. You had no idea how to resist the sweet nothings spoken in his hoarse, sexy voice—especially when he was still hit that sweet spot inside your pussy that made you scream with his each pounding, flooding both your body and soul with intense happiness.

"So am I an honest boy right now?" Leon bit your lower lip, revealing a slightly wicked smile. Your nails had left several marks on his back which he wouldnlt care. Or rather, it was a silent praise and compliment for his hard work.

You threw your head back, panting. The signs of orgasm were building in your mind and lower body. "Yes, yes you are, Leon..."

"Then can I get my reward?" He pecked the chin exposed by your position. One hand went down to the place where your bodies joined to use his thumb to rub your clit relentesssly, calluses from years of holding guns providing an incredible feeling.

At the same time, his cock continued to focus on attacking that spot and your cervix. "Can the good boy cum inside you? Fill this little pussy all so well till it can't take any more, dripping outside."

"Fuck... yes yes yes yes- Leon, yes." The vulgar dirty talk from Leon further stimulated your senses. Multiple sensitive areas being stimulated at once pushed you to the brink of explosion. "Oh god I-I'm close..."

Feeling your inner walls clench more and more intensely, he thrust faster and harder. The speed of his thumb also increased sharply. "Then cum for me. Cum all on my cock baby."

Accompanied by white light, waves crashed over your world from all directions. Your senses broke through the critical point and plunged into a violent vortex.

Under the overwhelm clenching and squeezing from your pussy Leon gave one final thrust before he burried his cock deep inside your cunt, emptying his load.

The excited tsunami slowly subsided, replaced by a floating sensation as if your body were drifting among clouds. Consciousness slowly returned and the sounds of your own and Leon's panting gradually became clear again in your ears.

Leon's collapsed from exhaustion as well, but he still insisted on propping himself up slightly with his forearms, to avoid putting all his weight on you.

Both of you were drenched in sweat. Your love arousal, his thick white cum, and the flowing sweat mixed together, making a mess under your still-connected lower bodies.

"God..." Leon leaned down and placed sticky kisses on your cheek. "I love you."

"Yeah, I know." You smiled, ruffling the hair at the back of his head, and turned your head to receive his kiss with your lips. "I love you too... How do you feel now?"

"Much better." His eyes were indeed clearer than before. After recovering, he slowly pushed himself up and gently pulled out while holding your thighs.

However, after being thoroughly taken care of, that it could not hold immediately, your cunt continued to leak small amounts of mix fluids once he left your body.

Seeing such spicy thing, Leon's ears burned. He swallowed and quickly looked back at your face. "I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, you certainly should apologize," you pulled him down to lie beside you and wrapped around him like an octopus.

"Next time if anything happens, you must tell me immediately. You heard me?"

"Yeah, I heard you," he hugged you back, rubbing his chin against your forehead. "I promise this won't happen again."

"Fair enough." You pouted and nestled in his arms, feeling the heartbeat in his chest.

But the next second, you heard a hungry rumble from his stomach.

Both of you froze for a moment and then burst out laughing.

"Looks like I should go have breakfast."

"Judging by the time, 'brunch' is more precise."

"Doesn't matter. Same to me. You coming?"

"Sure."

Leon quickly climbed off the bed, fetched a wet towel from the bathroom, and carefully cleaned both of your bodies. You observed that his steps, hand movements, and breathing had all stabilized, and only then did you completely relax.

"Listen, if I ever catch you hiding anything and dealing with it alone again, I'll make you remember what it feels like to be thrown by me. Do you copy?"

Helping you button your clothes, Leon looked up with one eyebrow raised from his kneeling. "Really? But babe, that sounds less like a punishment and more like a reward."

You rolled your eyes, pinched his waist hard, and successfully earning a pained cry.

"Ouch!"

-END-

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