Free Web NovelChapter 491: Good Morning—1
After they had rested for a while, Leon stood up, stretching his arms above his head. His muscles rolled smoothly beneath his skin, showing no sign of fatigue despite the night and morning he had just endured. Seraphine and Ira stirred on the bed, their bodies sore but deeply satisfied.
"We should take a bath," Leon said, looking down at them. "The thick scent of lust is covering all of us."
Seraphine nodded, pushing herself up with a soft groan. "Good idea. I feel sticky in ways I usually enjoy, but a wash would be nice."
Ira sat up slowly, her legs still slightly shaky. She looked at the drying cum on her thighs and stomach and flushed. "Yeah... a bath sounds perfect."
The three of them walked to the bathroom together, naked, unconcerned with modesty at this point. The bath was large — a massive stone basin built into the floor, easily big enough to fit all three of them with room to spare. It could have fit a couple more if needed.
Leon raised his hand. Mana flowed from his palm into the water, and within seconds the basin was filled with warm, steaming water. Perfect temperature.
They stepped in together, the heat soaking into their muscles, drawing out the tension and exhaustion. Seraphine let out a long, satisfied sigh as she sank into the water. Ira followed, her body relaxing instantly.
Both women immediately turned their attention to Leon. Seraphine grabbed a cloth and began washing his chest, her hands moving in slow, deliberate circles. Ira took his left arm and did the same, her fingers working the soap into his skin.
Leon returned the favor, his hands moving across their bodies, cleaning them with the same care they were giving him. His fingers traced Seraphine’s shoulders, her collarbone, the curve of her waist. He washed Ira’s back, her arms, her stomach.
They didn’t have sex. Both women were fully spent, their bodies content and satisfied. But that didn’t mean they stopped entirely.
Ira’s mouth found his cock beneath the water. She took him deep, her throat working around him, her head bobbing up and down. The warm water made everything slick, easy. Leon groaned softly, leaning back against the edge of the bath as she sucked him.
*Grrk... grrk...*
When he was close, she pulled back and let him paint her tongue and throat with his seed. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips afterward with a satisfied smile.
Seraphine took her turn next, her thighs pressing together around his cock. She slid up and down, her smooth thighs gripping him tight, the sensation different from her pussy but just as pleasurable. Her breath hitched as she worked him, her hands braced on his shoulders.
*Schlick... schlick... schlick...*
He finished between her thighs, thick white seed coating her skin. She cleaned it off with her fingers and licked them clean, her eyes never leaving his.
Then Ira positioned herself above him. Her breasts — large, soft, magnificent — pressed around his cock, enveloping him in warm, soapy flesh. She moved up and down, her tits sliding over his shaft, the head of his cock poking out from between them with each upward stroke. Seraphine watched and guided, whispering instructions.
"Faster. Tighter. Good girl."
Ira’s breasts glided over him, soap and water making everything slick and lewd. *Slap... slap... slap...* He came again, shooting between her tits, some of it hitting her chin. She gathered it with her fingers and licked them clean, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
Leon leaned back, completely relaxed. This was heaven.
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After the bath, they dried off and stood together in the main room. Leon’s inventory was always open to him, and he reached into it, pulling out a set of light armor — similar to the one he had given Vyra, tailored in style to fit Ira’s frame.
Ira’s eyes widened. "That’s... is that for me?"
Leon nodded. "You asked for something similar to your aunt’s. Here."
He dressed her himself. Piece by piece. The underlayer first, sliding it over her skin, adjusting the fit. Then the plates, strapping them into place, his fingers brushing against her body with each adjustment. He knelt to fasten the greaves around her legs, stood to secure the pauldrons on her shoulders.
Ira stood still, letting him work, a soft blush on her cheeks. Seraphine watched with a curious expression but said nothing. Neither of them knew about Vyra’s situation — that Vyra had been dressed in exactly the same way, by exactly the same hands. Leon kept that detail to himself.
When he finished, Ira looked at herself in the reflection of the window. The armor fit perfectly. Light, flexible, protective. She turned to Leon with a bright smile.
"Thank you."
Seraphine stepped forward, a cute pout forming on her lips. "What about me? I want to be dressed by you too."
Leon smiled and pulled out her signature armor — the set he had given her previously. He dressed her just as carefully, just as deliberately. His hands moved over her body, securing each piece, adjusting each strap. Seraphine’s pout melted into a satisfied smile as he worked.
When both women were fully armored, Leon dressed himself. Simple. Practical. Efficient.
"Breakfast?" he asked, already heading toward the kitchen area. "I’m hungry. Haven’t eaten properly in a while."
He could go for days without food if needed — his body didn’t require it the same way it used to. But he loved food. Delicious food. And there was plenty stored in his inventory.
He pulled out a large roasted meat from the festival — still warm, still succulent, perfectly preserved in his inventory’s stasis. The aroma filled the room immediately, rich and savory.
Both women followed him to the table but didn’t sit.
"We’re not hungry," Seraphine said, rubbing her stomach with a knowing smile.
Ira nodded, doing the same. "We’ve had our fill. Can’t eat another bite."
Leon smirked proudly, understanding exactly what they meant. "Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear."
He sat down and began eating, cutting into the roasted meat with practiced ease. The flavor exploded across his tongue — tender, spiced perfectly, cooked to perfection. He ate with visible enjoyment, his eyes half-closed in satisfaction. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Seraphine and Ira sat across from him, watching him eat. They didn’t touch the food. Instead, Seraphine reached for the bottle of red wine Leon had placed on the table from his inventory. She poured two glasses — one for herself, one for Ira.
They sipped their wine in comfortable silence, watching Leon devour his meal with the same intensity he brought to everything else.
Occasionally, Seraphine would reach across the table and wipe a stray drop of sauce from his chin. Ira would refill his water without being asked.
It was domestic. Intimate. Perfect.
