Crimson Temptation—Rias. [Part - 2] [R-18]

Crimson Temptation—Rias. [Part - 2]

 Leon held her, drinking in every drop, every twitch, until her breathing calmed and her grip on him loosened.

He pulled himself to just enough to see her face—flushed, eyes glazed like twin rubies caught in candlelight.

A few strands of crimson hair clung to her damp cheek. With a reverent touch, he brushed them aside, letting his thumb linger at her jaw, grounding her in his warmth.

She leaned in, and their lips met—not with hunger, but with fragile tenderness. A kiss not of want, but of soul-deep need.

It was slow—achingly so.

Her lips tasted like longing, like the sweetness of first bloom in spring after a cruel winter. She whimpered softly into the kiss, her fingers curling into his hair, as if afraid he'd fade into dream.

Leon gathered her closer, deepening the kiss with care. Their mouths moved in harmony; a rhythm written only for them.

Tongues brushed, breaths tangled, and the space between them pulsed with quiet ache.

When they finally parted, breathless, her giggle broke the silence like chimes in a breeze—soft, disbelieving, full of joy.

"D-Daddy…" she whispered; voice thin with emotion. "I… I want…"

But words failed her.

And then he kissed her again.

This time, it was different. Rougher. Wilder. Possessive.

His lips claimed hers like a storm devouring the sea, and she welcomed it—her fingers clutching his back, her soul soaring.

When he broke the kiss, his golden eyes burned into hers—no longer a prince, but a promise wrapped in fire.

"From now on," he said, low and resolute, "you are mine, Aria."

Her breath caught. But with bold smile she said, "I am always your… Daddy."

Leon smirked on her bold word. One hand slid behind her neck, cradling it. The other traced her thigh, slowly, teasingly.

She gasped when the thick head of his manhood pressed against her slick, sensitive entrance—but he didn't enter.

Instead, he rested it against her swollen clit.

Just that.

The heat, the pressure—it made her hips twitch and her thighs squeeze tightly around him.

"Nnngh—" she whimpered, body tensing.

"You feel that?" he whispered against her ear. "This is what you crave… my little demon."

Aria's lips quivered. Her voice broke free in a trembling whisper.

"I want to feel you," she whispered, "Please… I want you inside me."

His eyes darkened in pure satisfaction.

"Good girl."

He kissed her forehead gently, reverently, then her nose, then her lips—this time slower, deeper, tender. As if sealing a vow.

And then, carefully he moved slowly, reverently, entering her inch by inch. Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her body tensed, unfamiliar with the sensation.

Leon paused at once, cradling her cheek in his palm, his golden eyes locked onto hers—searching for the slightest flicker of discomfort, ready to stop if she asked.

But instead, she looked up at him—with the most radiant smile he had ever seen. It lit up her tear-wet eyes like morning sun over dewdrops.

Her body welcomed him, and with the same patience, he continued until he met resistance—the fragile barrier of innocence.

He understood. He knew. And he waited.

But she only nodded, a silent invitation written in trust, her fingers tightening around his as her smile grew even braver.

So, with gentle determination, he pushed forward—breaking through with care, claiming not just her body but the depth of her heart. A warm ache bloomed between them, and the air stilled.

A few drops of blood stained the moment, marking what was given freely and wholly.

And then he saw them—tears rolling down her cheeks.

Panic flickered in his heart.

"Rias?" he whispered, already beginning to pull away. "Did I—"

But her legs curled around him tightly, drawing him back, anchoring him to her.

Before he could say another word, she reached up, brushing away her own tears with trembling fingers, and whispered with a voice full of light:

"They're tears of joy… I'm so happy we're finally one… Daddy."

Her smile trembled. "Now… you can never leave me."

Leon's heart clenched. Overwhelmed. Moved.

He cupped her face, leaned in, and kissed the corner of her mouth, then her temple.

"Why would I ever leave… my most precious princess?"

Then he start thrust inside her, her moan reverted in room.

And how when he looks her saw a silly smile on her face like she enjoying and every thrust and Of course, Rias wasn't the only one feeling good. He, the two times virgin who finally lost his virginity felts jolts of pleasure assaulting his body as her warm and squishy insides clustered around his dick while her womb was already sucking his dick deeper and deeper as if it wanted to engulf the whole thing.

Taking a deep breath, he aside all his thoughts and start focusing girl beneath him and he pulled back his dick before plunging it even deeper than before.

"AAnnhh~"

"Ugghhh~"

Relishing the otherworldly feeling, Leon paused for a moment before he drilled her again, then again, and again, before he lost in pleasure and continued.

"AAnnhh~ AAnnhh~ AAnnhh~"

"Ugghhh~ Ugghhh~ Ugghhh~"

The two moaned as they mated like animals. Leon tried to go deeper with every thrust. Rias clenched the bedsheets hard as she bit her lips so that she can control her moans, but it was clear that she failed miserably.

Noticing that he was about to come, Leon slowed his thrusts before, and he bent down slightly and started licking her pink nipple while he kneaded her other breast with his hands.

Another jolt of pleasure assaulted the Rias,

"AAnnhh~"

She moaned in pleasure before she grabbed his head and forced it deeper into her chest.

Her lower body twitched in pleasure, her canals tightened, squishing and crushing his dick with her soft insides.

"Ugggggnnhhh~"

Unable to cope with sudden pleasure, his milk burst out and he came.

As his thick milk filled her insides, it was as if her last wall was broken and Rias threw her head back, crying out his name, her entire body seizing in climax

"AAnnnnnnhhhh~ Daddy!"

Suddenly, Leon felt a strange, warm current flowed through his veins—mystical, powerful. A whisper of power… a system notification echoed faintly in his mind. But he ignored it. For now, nothing mattered but the girl in his arms.

Leon collapsed beside her, pulling her close, her heartbeat fluttering against his chest.

No words were spoken. None were needed.

Silence followed.

Heavy, sacred.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, her cheek resting against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around her slender waist. Her breath came in soft, rhythmic waves, warm against his skin.

"Daddy…" she murmured after a while, brushing her lips along his jaw. "You were… incredible."

Leon didn't speak. He simply smiled, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along her bare back.

"I still can't believe it…" she whispered, her voice a delicate sigh. "You really made me yours."

Leon tilted his head down, golden eyes glowing with a rare tenderness. He brushed a crimson strand from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.

"So, believe it, sweetheart. From today until eternity… I'll never leave you."

She smiled, eyes teary again—not from pain, but from the fullness of emotion swelling in her heart.

"Even if I wanted to… I don't think I could let you go," she said, voice barely audible.

Leon chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Good," he whispered. "Because I'm never letting you go either."

There was a long silence between them—comfortable, sacred. Their breathing slow. Hearts full. And yet, beneath the quiet, there was a pulsing heat, a lingering fire that hadn't quite gone out.

Rias shifted slightly, her soft curves brushing against him in a way that made his breath catch. She noticed, of course. And She smiled playfully. "You're still hard, Daddy…"

Leon chuckled, brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek. "And you're still so damn tight, sweetheart."

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she shifted her hips just enough for him to groan. "Think you can handle another round?"

"Oh, I can handle more than that," he growled, flipping her beneath him in one swift motion.

She gasped in delight as he pinned her wrists above her head, his body poised over hers like a predator.

"Round two?" she asked, smirking.

Leon leaned down, his lips brushing hers. "No, my little demon… this is war."

And with that, he entered her again—deeper, harder.

Their bodies became one, again and again, lost in a cycle of craving and claiming. Moans and growls filled the room, along with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, hearts beating like war drums.

They didn't stop.

Not until the candles burned low… and the moon began to set.