Morning Bath [R-18]

Morning Bath.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the tall arched window, casting golden streaks across the silken sheets. The soft warmth touched Rias's bare skin, making her stir faintly under the covers.

Leon was already awake.

Lying on his side, he watched her.

Her crimson hair spread across the pillow like a fiery halo. Her delicate lashes fluttered, and a small, content sigh escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes—deep crimson, full of longing and fire—met his.

For a moment, she blinked, confused.

Then memory struck. Like thunder.

Last night.

Her body flushed as the moments returned. His touch. Her cries. The pleasure. The tears of joy she thought she'd never be allowed to shed.

And above all… his acceptance.

She gasped softly, pulling the sheets closer, suddenly shy.

Leon smirked. "Good morning, sweetheart."

Her eyes widened. "D-Daddy…"

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "You looked so peaceful. I couldn't stop staring."

Rias bit her lip, cheeks burning. "I thought… maybe it was a dream."

He leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead. "No dream. From now on, every inch of your is mine… only mine."

A shiver ran down her spine.

Her thoughts spun wildly—images of their first meeting rushing through her mind.

She'd been nothing then.

A starving girl on the street, begging for crumbs. She'd seen him—a nobleman with a cold gaze and a powerful aura. But unlike the rest, he hadn't walked past.

He had stopped.

And in that moment, her fate was sealed.

He took her in, not as a maid or a servant… but as a daughter. Or so he claimed.

But she never felt like his daughter. Not truly.

To her, From the start, he had always been everything to her. Protector. Obsession. The unreachable sun she wanted to worship with her entire being.

Over the years, her admiration grew into something darker. Something deeper. Something more desperate.

But every time she tried to get closer him express her feeling— he gently pushed her away.

But last night, finally he accepts her.

She reached out, touching his chest, her fingers trembling. "Thank you… for giving me this. For finally seeing me."

Leon's expression softened, but desire still flickered in his eyes. "You were always meant to be mine. Maybe, I am foolish before don't understand and didn't want to accept you. But, not more, you are mine now… for eternity"

She smiled, radiant and flushed. "I'm glad you finally accept me."

Then a sharp inhale escaped from her mouth and Her train of thought broke as she suddenly felt it.

A soft pressure.

Like Something thick and warm slid between her legs, parting her folds gently—invading her womanhood.

Her eyes widened.

"Ah…!" she gasped, body arching.

Her thighs clenched.

Her eyes widened as she realized—his fingers were sliding between her legs again, exploring her folds with slow, deliberate, teasing strokes.

"D-Daddy…!" she gasped, trembling.

Leon's smirk deepened, voice low and teasing. "Already so wet? What are you thinking about, sweetheart?"

She squirmed, face buried in his shoulder, moaning softly. "Y-You… You're too handsome… and…"

"Sweet Liar," he murmured, fingers parting her folds with agonizing care.

She cried out, legs quivering, breath coming in desperate gasps. Her body trembled as his fingers moved inside her—slow, curling, knowing exactly where she was weakest. She arched into him, nails digging into his back.

"You're still so sensitive…" he whispered, lips brushing her ear. "You're quite warm here…" he murmured, moving his fingers in slow, circular motions. "Tight… soft… your folds keep clings my fingers. Greedy little thing."

She moaned again, trembling. "It feels too good…"

He whispered against her ear. "You want more?"

She nodded furiously, her legs parting wider, inviting him.

His hand worked her slowly, masterfully—until her back arched and she gasped, her whole - body tensing.

 "Aaah—Daddy, I-I'm going to—!"

Her hips jerked. And she came.

A muffled cry echoed into the morning air as her body shuddered, a second climax overtaking her. He held her through it, patient and pleased.

When her breathing steadied, Leon gently pulled his hand out slowly, raising it before her crimson eyes.

"See this, sweetheart?" he whispered.

Her gaze dropped. Her breath hitched.

His fingers were glistening with her wetness.

"I-it's embarrassing…" she mumbled.

But even then, her gaze dropped lower—where the thick outline of his arousal pressed against his robe, hard and throbbing.

She reached out hesitantly, fingers brushing against him.

"You must be… in pain, Daddy…"

Leon's jaw clenched as her hand curled around him through the fabric. "It's fine. I'll manage."

She shook her head. "No. Let me… take care of you."

Before he could speak, she sat up, but he moved faster—lifting her into his arms like she weighed nothing.

"Wha—?" she yelped, surprised.

Leon stood from the bed, holding her close in a princess carry. Her soft body pressed against his bare chest, her arms clinging to him instinctively.

Her expression shifted from surprise to joy.

She loved being carried like this.

"W-Where are we going?" she asked breathlessly.

He smirked. "You need a bath, obviously. My little mess-maker needs to be cleaned."

Her cheeks burned. "Daddy…"

They stepped into the ornate marble bathroom. Steam already filled the air, rising from the sunken tub, which glowed faintly with enchanted warmth.

Leon set her down gently on the edge of the tub and began to undress her.

He tugged the silk from her shoulders, watching it slide down her body.

Her creamy skin glowed in the soft light. Her breasts—round, full, tipped with pink—rose and fell with each breath. Her waist was narrow, hips wide, legs smooth and toned.

Between her thighs, her womanhood was clean-shaven, pink, and still glistening faintly with former arousal.

Leon paused, admiring her.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

Rias swallowed nervously but smiled. "Then it's only fair I get to see you too…"

Leon chuckled, undoing his robe.

As it slid away, his sculpted body came into view. Broad chest, hard muscles, and lower… his thick, six-inch manhood in arousal stood proud, veined and pulsing.

Rias gasped softly; eyes fixed on it. "You're so…" she swallowed, "...big."

Leon smiled on her comment then he stepped into the bath and offered his hand. She took it, joining him in the water.

As she settled onto his lap, her back to his chest, his length pressed against her ass and outer layer of her womanhood.

She wriggled slightly, making him groan.

The water sloshed gently around them, scented with herbs and steam.

After a moment, Rias turned around and overlapped his lap, her crimson eyes wide with something between nervousness and desire.

"Daddy… I want to help you," she said shyly. "Can I… try?"

Leon raised a brow. "Try what?"

She bit her lip. Then slowly, she slid down in the water, between his legs.

Leon breath caught. When he saw this erotic scene.

Rias reached for him—nervously, with trembling fingers—and pressed against his manhood nervously because it was her first time.

She leaned in, lips pressed a kiss to his tip. Soft. Unsure.

Leon inhaled sharply, his jaw tightening.

"Rias…" he muttered; voice hoarse.

"Did I do it right?" she asked, crimson eyes glancing up.

He couldn't speak. He nodded.

Encouraged, she slowly parted her lips and took more of him into her warm mouth. Clumsy at first, her tongue flickered over him, her head bobbing with shy eagerness. Every little motion—hesitant, loving, obsessed—sent sparks shooting through his nerves.

Leon's hand found her hair, threading through the wet crimson strands. "Just like that… good girl…"

Her mouth moved faster now, cheeks hollowing with effort, trying to pleasure him the only way she knew how.

He groaned—low and primal.

She was his forbidden fruit.

And she had given herself to him with all her heart.

After a few more minutes, Leon's breath hitched. His grip on her hair tightened slightly. "Rias… I'm going to—"

She didn't pull back.

She accepted it—his release—without flinching.

And when she pulled away, licking her lips with innocence mixed with wicked pride, Leon was left speechless.

"You taste warm… kind of bitter but sweet," she said, tilting her head with a flushed smile.

He laughed softly. "You're trouble, you know that?"

She crawled back into his lap, arms around his neck, breasts pressed to his chest. "Do you… feel better now?"

He nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Much."

But then his hand trailed lower, cupping her from behind, fingers brushing over the smooth folds of her womanhood under the water.

"You helped me, sweetheart… Shouldn't I return the favour?"

Rias's breath caught in her throat. "D-Daddy…" Her breath caught. Her crimson eyes flicked up to his, wide and uncertain, but glowing with longing. But, she gave a tiny nod.

Leon's breath was shaky as he guided her to sit on the edge of the bath, the water cascading off her curves. She shivered as the cool air kissed her skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire building inside her.

He knelt between her legs, heart pounding and he said in mind.

This is… my first time seeing a woman like this.

Not just in this world—but ever. In his past life, he'd died a virgin. The body he now inhabited have problem – erectile dysfunction, and so, it had never known this kind of desire.

But now… her scent overwhelmed him. Sweet. Raw. Maddening.

Rias trembled, legs falling open at his gentle coaxing. She was so exposed, so vulnerable—and yet there was no fear in her eyes. Only trust. And something deeper. Worship.

"D-Daddy…" she whispered.

He met her gaze. "You're beautiful."

Then he leaned forward, placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh. Her breath hitched.

Another kiss—closer.

And then—

She cried out softly as his mouth met her most sacred place. His tongue moved with tentative curiosity at first—eager, exploring, tasting her. Her thighs quivered, and her fingers tangled in his hair.

Leon was lost.

The taste. The heat. The way her body reacted—writhing, gasping, clinging to him like he was the only anchor in her storm.

His past life's frustrations faded into nothing. Here, in this moment, he was no longer bound by weakness. He was in control. And she—his sweet, obsessive little flame—was his to worship.

Rias moaned, head falling back, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath.

"Ahhh… Daddy… I can't… I'm gonna—!"

And then she broke.

Her body arched, a cry escaping her lips as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Leon held her, drinking in every drop, every twitch, until her breathing calmed and her grip on him loosened.

He pulled away, meeting her dazed gaze.

Then, he reached up, brushing wet strands of crimson hair from her face, letting his thumb rest lightly on her cheek. Her skin was warm, her eyes trembling. And in that moment, as she leaned forward, their lips met—soft, hesitant, inexperienced.

It wasn't rushed or wild. It was slow—achingly slow. Their lips met like old lovers reuniting in a dream, soft and exploring. Rias whimpered into the kiss, her fingers tightening in his damp hair. Her lips tasted of longing and sweetness, her body melting into his. Leon pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, and her mouth parted willingly for him.

Tongues danced, breaths mingled, and the ache between them deepened.

And when they finally pulled back, both breathless, she giggled softly. Still, she panted, her eyes wide, dazed with joy and disbelief. "D-Daddy…" she whispered, voice cracking with emotion. "That… was nice," she whispered.

Leon smiled, forehead against hers. "Yeah. It was."

"I'm… so happy…" she whispered.

Leon kissed her forehead with affectionally and smiled on her comment.

She looked up at him, eyes glistening. "Then you're not going to leave me, right?"

He smirked, brushing her wet hair back. "I won't. You're my little devil… and I'll love you until the world ends."

Rias smiled, tears falling even as she giggled softly. "Then I'll love you forever, Daddy."

He nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Much."

They stayed like that a while longer in the bath, simply breathing each other in. The warmth of the water wrapped around them like a cocoon, their hearts beating just a bit faster, a bit louder.

When the water cooled and the moment gently passed, Leon lifted her into his arms—princess-style, her wet skin against his chest as she gasped softly.