The Maid's Surprise
Steam still clung to their skin as they stepped back into Leon's chambers, the morning sun sliding in through the tall windows, spilling molten gold across the polished marble and the velvet-draped bed.
Rias walked in first, her crimson hair wet and heavy down her back, clinging to her like ribbons of fire. Every inch of her glowed—dewy, flushed, the kind of glow that only followed heat, hands, and a shared bath that never stayed innocent for long.
Leon followed behind, just as bare. His golden eyes lazy, lidded, tracking the sway of her hips like it was art. Like it was ritual. There was hunger in it, sure, but the kind that didn't need to be spoken—not between them.
But then—
Rias stopped. Mid-step.
Her smile faltered. Her brows pulled just the tiniest bit. She blinked once. Then again. Something had clicked.
"Um… Daddy?"
Leon tilted his head, one brow quirking up. That smirk started to curve across his lips, slow, crooked, devastating. "Yeah, sweetheart?"
Rias frowned, a little unsure. "I just realized something…"
"Hm?"
"I… I don't have any clothes in your room." Her voice dropped, sheepish and soft. "So I guess… I changed into you."
Leon blinked. Beat. Then—smirk.
"So you didn't plan to stay the night, huh?"
Her pout came fast, exaggerated, puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes. "I didn't know I'd spend the night like that, okay?"
Leon chuckled—low, rough, still warm from her skin. His gaze lit up with something mischievous, half-sin and half-laziness. "Maybe we should just live like this from now on—naked and free. You—" his eyes roamed her again, slow, lingering, almost reverent— "you look too divine to ever cover up."
Rias rolled her eyes, but the edge of her mouth gave her away. That smirk curled in. Her boldness flickered back to life, alive and gleaming in her eyes.
"If I could command the world, maybe I'd make that the law."
She stepped closer, her bare chest pressing to his, skin on skin—soft, teasing, heated. Her lips hovered near his ear, barely a breath apart.
"But you, Duke Daddy… have responsibilities. And I have mine."
Leon groaned quietly, his fingers finding the small of her back, pressing. "Shit… right. I'm a Duke now."
Still, he didn't let go. Didn't move. His grip only tightened.
"But what if this Duke decided to take the day off? For… very private affairs."
Rias giggled—light, sweet, shameless. "Then the young miss might just skip her duties too."
KNOCK. KNOCK.
A soft knock cut through the haze.
"Lord Leon… I'm coming in," a calm, female voice called from behind the door.
Neither of them had time to react.
The door creaked open. Too soon. Too fast.
She entered with quiet grace. A woman in her late twenties, elegant in that effortless, practiced way. Her violet hair was pulled into a neat bun, with delicate strands framing her face. Her eyes—sharp, intelligent, deep amethyst—swept the room.
And then she stopped.
She saw.
Leon—naked, golden, carved like something that didn't belong to mortals.
And Rias—bare, flushed, molded to him like she was meant to live there. Her breasts pressed to his chest, her pose intimate, bold, absolutely unshaken.
Aria froze.
The calm cracked. Just for a flicker. Just for a breath.
She'd seen her mistress act bold before. Rias didn't hide her want. Aria had walked in on her clinging to him, whispering words soaked in honey, even straddling his lap once with fire in her eyes and nothing but teasing in her grin.
But Leon had always turned away. Always stopped it. Held the line.
Not this time.
Aria's gaze dropped. Lower.
And stopped.
Leon's cock—still thick, still heavy, still half-hard from the bath and everything that came after.
Her breath hitched. A sharp inhale. Almost silent. Almost.
A flush crept up her face, warm and pink. She turned fast, face angled away.
Leon cleared his throat, a quiet cough like it could cut through the heat. "Aria."
She jolted slightly, pulling herself upright, spine straightening like armor.
"M-My lord. Forgive me. I should've… I should've knocked louder. I—I'll come back later."
She turned. Ready to flee.
"Wait," Rias said.
Aria paused mid-step.
Rias turned to face her fully, not even pretending to cover herself. Still naked. Still calm. Still Rias. Because it was Aria. The woman who'd been by her side since she could crawl. Who knew every inch of her—every wound, every secret, every breakdown. Aria wasn't just a maid. She was family. She was safe.
And anyway… there was only Daddy here. And Aria.
"I don't have any clothes in Daddy's room," Rias said, brushing her wet hair off her shoulder like she wasn't fully exposed. "Can you grab something from my wardrobe?"
Aria took a breath, steadying herself. Then nodded. "Of course, Young Miss. I'll return shortly."
Rias smiled at her, soft and warm. "Thanks, Aria."
As the door shut behind her, Rias turned back to Leon, a devilish grin breaking across her face.
She leaned in, voice dropping low. "Did you see the way she looked at you?"
Leon raised a brow. "At me?"
"Mmmh." Her finger tapped between his legs, bold and unbothered. "Right there. She froze. Like your cock was the second coming of the sun god."
Leon smirked. Said nothing. He didn't need to.
A few minutes passed.
Then Aria returned—quiet again, composed, though there was still something flickering behind her eyes. She held a neatly folded bundle of crimson silk and lace.
Leon had slipped into a robe by then—white and gold, regal, the collar left open. It draped over him like royalty had always belonged to his body.
Rias took the clothes with a smile. "Thanks," she said, and disappeared into the changing room.
Leaving Aria. And Leon.
Alone.
She stood still, eyes politely downcast.
Leon cleared his throat. "So… Aria. What brings you here this early?"
She straightened. Voice crisp. Professional. "A royal messenger has arrived, my lord. He's waiting in your study."
Leon frowned a little. A messenger? Now? He ran a hand through his hair, digging through the inherited fog of duty and memory. No mention of a summons. No forewarning.
He nodded. "Alright. Let's—"
The door opened.
Rias stepped back into the room.
Dressed now—but no less lethal.
A deep crimson robe hugged her figure like sin stitched it by hand. Gold embroidery shimmered along the hem. A slit ran high up her thigh, revealing more than enough to tempt saints into heresy.
She spun once. "Well?"
Leon's eyes slid down her body, slow and deliberate. He let out a low whistle. "Like a goddess come to tempt mortals."
She beamed, stepping up to him with the kind of sway that made breathing optional.
"Then, Daddy…"—her voice dipped, syrupy and warm— "don't you think I deserve a reward?"
His brow lifted. "And what would that be?"
"A kiss," she whispered, lips puckered into a soft, expectant pout. "For looking like a goddess."
Leon chuckled, already pulling her in. "You little devil."
Aria shifted, clearly about to leave—
—but she didn't make it in time.
Leon kissed her.
Full. Slow. Starving.
Rias moaned into it, arms winding around his neck. His hands dropped to her hips, then slid down. To her ass. He cupped it—then squeezed. Harder the second time.
Her breath caught. Soft and sinful.
When they finally broke apart, their breaths were unsteady, flushed against each other.
"Happy now?"
Rias grinned. "Very much, Daddy."
He stepped back, but not before one last sharp slap to her rear.
"Ah~" she gasped, eyes wide, cheeks rosy.
Leon turned to Aria. "Let's go."
She blinked, clearly caught watching again. Her voice came too soft. "Y-Yes, my lord."
As the two stepped out together, Rias leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms folded beneath her breasts, watching them leave.
That grin didn't fade.
"Daddy~ You're awfully energetic in the morning... Let's see if you can keep that up tonight."
Her voice followed them out—velvet-wrapped, sticky-sweet, sinful like a secret no one ever wanted to end.