A Taste of Sweetness [R-18]

A Taste of Sweetness

Some time had passed since Aria left the study. The room, once filled with parchment rustling and the soft scratch of a quill, had now fallen into tranquil silence.

The golden light of sun poured through the tall window, casting a warm, almost sacred glow across the elegant study. Silence lingered, save for the soft rustle of leaves beyond the glass. Leon sat now on a velvet-lined couch near the arched window, one leg crossed over the other, a finger resting thoughtfully against his lips. His golden eyes, —lost in the peaceful sight of the estate's blooming garden. Exotic blossoms swayed in the breeze: sky-petaled lilies that shimmered with a silvery-blue hue, firethorns that danced like flame-tipped stars, and moonbloom vines that curled lazily over stone walls. It was a view made for peace.

But peace would not last long.

The soft creak of wheels on marble disrupted the quiet.

Clink... clack…

Leon's gaze slowly drifted toward the sound.

Aria had returned.

She pushed a silver trolley into the room, her form graceful, even regal. Her uniform clung to her body with maddening precision—snug around her full, rounded chest, her narrow waist emphasized by the tight cinch of her bodice. And when she leaned forward slightly to guide the trolley over a carpet's edge, her breasts shifted with a gentle bounce, drawing Leon's eyes like magnets.

He didn't even try to look away.

Her bosom jiggled ever so subtly with the movement—a tantalizing, innocent display that made Leon's lips curl into a quiet smirk. Aria felt the weight of his gaze instantly. Though her face remained calm, a soft blush bloomed across her cheeks like rose petals kissed by dawn.

"My Lord," she said softly, standing upright with composure.

Leon said nothing at first. He simply watched.

She came to a stop before him and carefully opened the trolley's lid. Beneath it lay an elegant spread: a steaming pot of duskpetal tea and a beautifully arranged tray of exotic fruits. Skyberries, cool and blue as starlight, known for their soft sweetness. Flame figs, with scarlet flesh and a tinge of heat that warmed the tongue.

And moonmelons, delicate, pale-white fruits that dissolved on the tongue like cool mist.

Aria began to prepare the tea with meticulous grace. The scent of crushed duskpetal leaves filled the room—floral, calming, almost intoxicating. Her fingers moved elegantly, pouring water into delicate porcelain cups, stirring with perfect rhythm. As Aria began preparing the tea, her movements were methodical and elegant. Pouring hot water over finely ground duskpetal leaves, she stirred with care, her fingers delicate and precise.

Leon watched every moment with a faint smile.

She really is a vision.

Aria, meanwhile, struggled to hide the flutter in her chest that made Aria's pulse quicken. She could feel it, like heat tracing along her skin.

Why is he watching me like that? Like I'm not a maid but a... lamb…

Her heart skipped, when she thinks. And he… he's the predator.

But she kept her composure—barely. Her cheeks, however, betrayed her. The soft blush deepened.

She offered him the tea with a practiced smile. "Please, my lord."

Leon took the cup, brushing her fingers ever so slightly. He took a slow sip, savouring it.

"Mmm… delicious. This is best tea I ever have, Aria."

Her heart pounded louder but She bowed her head, biting back a smile. "Th-thank you, my lord…"

Still facing away, she began peeling one of the flame figs. Her fingers trembled just a little. Something about the way he stared at her made it hard to breathe.

Then, his voice cut through the air again—low and velvet-smooth. "Aria?"

She turned back, holding the plate of sliced fruit. "Yes, my lord?"

He smiled. "Can you feed me… by your hands?"

She froze. The plate nearly slipped from her hand. "L-Lord… what did you just say?"

"I said," Leon repeated, voice as smooth as silk, "will you feed me? With your hands, Aria."

The flush in her cheeks deepened to crimson, but she didn't refuse. Her lips parted, then pressed shut. Slowly, her hand reached for a piece of fruit, trembling slightly.

She lifted it toward him.

Just before she could bring it to his mouth, Leon's hand reached for her wrist —swiftly, —and gently grabbed her wrist. Aria gasped.

"Ah—!"

A startled gasp escaped her as she stumbled forward, only to find herself now seated squarely on his lap.

"L-Lord Leon—" she squeaked, wide-eyed.

His voice was low, but she felt it rumble through his chest. "I think… this way you'll feed me properly."

Her soft hips rested on his lap, and he could feel the firm shape growing beneath her hips. Her breath caught as her legs overlapped one side of his thigh, and her body trembled slightly from the sudden intimacy.

Blood rushed to her cheeks. Her heart pounded like thunder; she looked down at the fruit in her hand. With a nod from him, she raised it again—her hand still shaking.

Leon opened his mouth just slightly, accepting the fruit—but as he did, his lips closed slowly around her fingers. He sucked softly.

Her breath hitched.

A jolt ran up her spine. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest. Her breath was shallow. Her thighs clenched instinctively. And she chants in her heart, D-Don't moan, don't moan…

Leon smiled at her reaction; eyes gleaming. "Your hand is also sweet too, Aria."

She bit her lip in embarrassment but she offered another piece, and again, he took it the same way—teasingly slow, warm lips brushing against her fingertips.

His hand slipped around her waist, resting on her slender frame, pulling her just slightly closer. His other hand hovered near her chest—just below.

After some bite, he whispered, voice sultry. "Aria… this fruit is a little bland."

Her brows furrowed in panic. "N-No, my lord! It's the best batch—fresh from the eastern groves!"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You don't believe me?"

She blinked. "I—"

He picked up a flame fig slice, held it to her lips. "Then take a bite. Judge for yourself."

Her cheeks burned. She hesitated, then slowly opened her mouth—her soft, cherry-red lips wrapping around the fruit. She bit into it gently. Then Leon leaned in—and took a bite from the same piece, opposite her.

Their lips met in the middle.

Aria's eyes went wide. Then… his mouth pressed against hers.

Her muffled gasp melted into the kiss. His lips moved slowly at first, tasting, teasing. And then he activated his charm skill—Touch of Charm.

Aria's resistance melted.

Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her eyes fluttered shut. The kiss deepened. Her lips trembled, but he guided her, slowly, then passionately. Their tongues met—tentative at first, then wrestling softly, sloppily, with growing hunger.

Leon's hand slid up—and cupped one of her soft breasts.

She moaned into his mouth—helpless, burning.

They parted only when her lungs screamed for air. She sat breathless, still on his lap, eyes glazed, lips red and kissed-swollen.

Leon leaned close, his lips brushing her ear.

"That," Leon whispered, his breath warm against her cheek, "was the sweetest fruit I've ever tasted."

Aria trembled beneath him, her purple eyes wide and shimmering as they locked with his golden gaze. Her lips parted, but no words came. Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest.

Then she felt it.

Something hard. Pressed against her hips.

A sharp gasp escaped her throat as her body instinctively shifted—rubbing against the rigid heat beneath his trousers. Her cheeks burned. "My… my lord…"

Leon didn't speak. He didn't need to. The look in his eyes was darker now—hungry, primal.

His hand slid up, firm fingers cupping the swell of her breast through the thin fabric of her maid uniform. At the same time, his other hand gripped her hip over the skirt, pulling her closer. The soft massage of her curves made her shiver.

She gasped again when his fingers curled upward, lifting the weight of her breast slightly. The sensation—unexpected, bold—sent electricity down her spine.

"M-my lord… we… this is—"

Her protest melted as his fingers gently squeezed.

"Wrong?" he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "Then why does your heart race like this?"

His thumb dragged across the peak of her breast, still clothed, but firm. The pressure, the friction—it stole her breath. Her back arched involuntarily, her breath catching in a soft moan.

It wasn't embarrassment anymore.

It was desire. Shameful, forbidden, overwhelming desire.

"I can feel it," he murmured. "This body of yours… so honest. It doesn't lie like your lips do."

Aria whimpered, her voice a whisper. "My lord… someone might see…"

Leon leaned closer, his tongue tracing the curve of her ear, sending a hot jolt through her core.

"Then be quiet," he growled softly. "And obey… my little maid."

His hand slipped under her skirt, slow and deliberate. When his fingers found the delicate lace of her panties, he paused—feeling the unmistakable heat beneath. A smirk tugged at his lips.

"So wet already?" he murmured. "Tsk. I didn't realize my maid was such a perverted little thing."

Her eyes widened. "N-no… my lord, I—"

But her voice broke as he flipped her effortlessly onto the velvet couch. He pinned her beneath him, her skirt hiked up, legs spread slightly as he settled between them. The pressure of his body made her body burn.

He leaned down and kissed her.

Not gently—but hungrily. Lips crashing onto hers, devouring her gasp, tasting the confusion, the hunger, the fear and longing mixed in one trembling breath.

His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw… down her neck… across her collarbone.

Each kiss made her breath hitch. Each bite sent tremors through her body.

Leon's fingers slid along the front of her uniform, the buttons popping open one by one with soft clicks.

"Click… click… click…"

Each sound echoed in the air, slow and deliberate, as if stripping away more than just fabric—peeling off her defences, her hesitation, her shame.

Her chest heaved, rising and falling with ragged breaths as the last button came undone, the parted fabric revealing the swell of her breasts beneath the lacey black bra.

He didn't rush. Instead, he let his golden eyes drink in the sight—how the curves strained against the bra, how each breath made them jiggle subtly.

"So soft… and all mine," he murmured, voice like molten honey.

His fingers traced the edge of the bra before sliding underneath, lifting it slowly.

The fabric slid up—

"Shff…"

—until her breasts spilled free, pale and supple, topped with flushed, pink nipples already hard from anticipation.

She whimpered and instinctively moved to cover herself, but Leon caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, his strength effortless.

"No hiding," he whispered. "Let me admire my little maid."

Then he lowered his head.

His warm lips wrapped around one of her nipples.

"Mmh…!"

Aria gasped, her eyes wide, her back arching as he suckled gently.

"Sllrp… slrrrp…"

The sounds were wet, slow, rhythmic. His tongue flicked over the bud before drawing it deeper, lips sealing around it with a soft pop as he released it—only to move to the other side and do the same.

"Aah… my lord… d-don't… it feels too—"

"Too good?" he teased; his breath warm against her wet skin. "Then feel it all."

He bit down lightly—just enough to make her tremble—and then soothed the sting with his tongue, circling the sensitive nub.

"Hnnn…!" she whimpered, her voice a broken melody of shame and desire.

He watched her, mesmerized by how her chest rose, how her eyes fluttered, how her thighs squeezed together. His hand slowly reached down, gliding along her thigh and tugging her skirt down—

"Shff…"

It slid past her hips, baring her lacy panties and the glistening wetness between her legs.

He sat back for a moment, eyes roaming over her flushed body, half-naked, trembling, breathless.

"P-please… don't look…" she whispered, face burning.

But he didn't listen.

His fingers slowly pulled her panties down, exposing the delicate, pink folds beneath. Her scent hit him—a sweet, musky aroma that only aroused him further.

"Such a clean, precious pink flower… saved just for me," he murmured.

When his lips touched her womanhood, Aria cried out softly, covering her mouth with her hand.

"No… it's dirty… you shouldn't—"

"There's nothing dirty about you," Leon growled, lifting his golden eyes to hers. "You taste like heaven."

And with that, he dove in. A long, deep kiss against her soaked folds.

"Aaah!" she cried out, her back arching. Her hands clutched the couch cushions, her face burning red.

Leon's tongue moved with maddening slowness, dragging from the bottom of her slit to the aching nub above. He flicked it gently.

"Sllrp… slrrp… hnnn…"

Her body jolted with every movement, every stroke of his tongue. The sensations were unbearable—too raw, too intimate. Her thighs trembled, trying to resist, but he held her firm, mouth never leaving her.

His tongue pushed past her folds, sliding inside her, tasting her.

"Mmm…"

The wet sounds were obscene—slick, greedy, insatiable.

Aria sobbed softly, overwhelmed.

Her hips moved on their own, grinding gently into his mouth. She bit her knuckles to keep from screaming.

"Aahh… I can't—! Something's… happening—"

Leon didn't stop. His tongue pressed and curled in just the right spots. His lips sealed around her clit and sucked gently.

"Slrp… shlick… slrrrp…"

She moans.

"Ah—AHHH! —!!"