A Taste of Sweetness
A while had gone by since Aria departed the study. The room, previously filled with rustling parchment and the gentle scratch of a quill, had sunk into peaceful silence.
Golden sunlight streamed in through the high window, spreading a warm, almost holy light across the refined study. Stillness hung, except for the gentle rustle of leaves outside the glass. Leon sat now on a velvet-upholstered couch by the arched window, leg crossed over other, finger pressed thoughtfully against lips. His golden eyes, —lost in the serene vision of the estate's flowered garden. Exotic flowers danced in the wind: sky-petaled lilies that glimmered with a silvery-blue color, firethorns that flashed like flame-tipped stars, and moonbloom vines that twined drowsily over stone walls. It was a peaceful view.
But peace would be short-lived.
The quiet was broken by the soft creak of wheels on marble.
Clink. clack…
Leon's eyes slowly turned in the direction of the noise.
Aria was back.
She wheeled in a gleaming silver trolley, her shape one of elegant, almost royal lines. Her uniform fit her figure with maddening accuracy—tucked tightly around her rounded, plump breasts, her tiny waist highlighted by the severe cinch of her bodice. And when she stooped forward, ever so slightly, to push the trolley over a carpet's edge, her breasts moved with a soft bounce, magnetizing Leon's gaze.
He did not even attempt to avert his gaze.
Her bosom shook ever so slightly with the motion—a teasing, innocent reveal that caused Leon's lips to twist into a low, sly smile. Aria was acutely aware of the force of his regard. While her face was tranquil, a warm flush spread over her cheeks like rose petals kissed by morning.
"My Lord," she whispered, standing tall with poise.
Leon was quiet to begin with. He merely observed.
She stopped in front of him and opened the lid of the trolley with care. On the inside rested an elegant spread: a steaming pot of duskpetal tea and a delicately arranged tray of foreign fruits. Skyberries, cool and blue as starlight, renowned for their soft sweetness. Flame figs, red-fleshed and flavored with a hint of fire that warmed the tongue.
And moonmelons, pale-white, fine fruits that melted away on the tongue like refreshing mist.
Aria proceeded to brew the tea with precise elegance. Room fill with the aroma of crushed duskpetal leaves—floral, soothing, near-bewitching. Her hands moved beautifully, filling delicate porcelain cups with water, stirring with impeccable timing. As Aria started to make the tea, her actions were deliberate and beautiful. Hot water poured over finely ground duskpetal leaves, she stirred with precision, her hands being delicate and agile.
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 maintained her poise—just barely. Her cheeks did betray her, though. The delicate flush deepened.
She poured the tea for him with a well-rehearsed smile. "Please, my lord."
Leon accepted the cup, grazing her fingers so lightly. He sipped it, savoring the taste slowly.
"Mmm… delicious. This is the finest tea I ever have, Aria."
Her heart thundered louder but She bent her head, suppressing a smile. "Th-thank you, my lord…"
Still turning her back, she started peeling one of the flame figs. Her fingers quivered a little. Something in the manner he looked at her made breathing difficult.
And then, his voice sliced through the air once more—low and velvet-like. "Aria?"
She turned back, supporting the plate of fruit slices. "Yes, my lord?"
He smiled. "Can you feed me… by your hands?"
She stood frozen. The plate almost slipped from her fingers. "L-Lord… what did you just say?"
"I said," Leon repeated, his voice as smooth as silk, "will you feed me? With your hands, Aria."
The flush in her cheeks turned deeper to crimson, but she did not refuse. Her lips parted, then pressed together again. Slowly, her hand stretched towards a piece of fruit, her fingers trembling a little.
She brought it up towards 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 lay across his lap, and he could sense the hard shape developing beneath her hips. Her breath caught as she overlapped one side of his thigh with her legs, and her body shuddered a little from the shock of the closeness.
Blood flooded her cheeks. Her heart thundered; she glanced down at the fruit in her hand. With a nod from him, she lifted it up once more—her hand still trembling.
Leon parted his lips by mere inches, taking the fruit—but in doing so, his lips slowly enveloped her fingers. He sucked gently.
Her breathing caught.
A shiver traveled up her spine. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her breath grew shallow. Her thighs tightened reflexively. And she recites in her heart, D-Don't moan, don't moan…
Leon smiled at her response; eyes sparkling. "Your hand is also sweet too, Aria."
She nibbled her lip in embarrassment but she held out another slice, and again, he accepted it the same way—teasingly slowly, warm lips on her fingertips.
His hand wrapped around her waist, resting on her thin body, drawing her just a little closer. His other hand teased near her chest—just below.
With some bite, he whispered, voice husky. "Aria… this fruit tastes a bit dull."
Her brows furrowed in panic. "N-No, my lord! It's the best batch—fresh from the eastern groves!"
He chuckled, shook his head. "You don't believe me?"
She blinked. "I—"
He picked up a slice of flame fig, held it to her lips. "Then take a bite. Judge for yourself."
Her cheeks flamed. She stalled, then slowly opened her mouth—her cherry-red, soft lips closing over the fruit. She bit down softly. Then Leon leaned in—and bit down on the same piece, on the other side of her.
Their lips touched in the center.
Aria's eyes widened. Then… his mouth was pressed against hers.
Her stifled gasp dissolved into the kiss. His lips progressed slowly, tasting, teasing. And then he used his charm skill—Touch of Charm.
Aria's resistance dissolved.
Her hands clutched his shoulders. Her eyes closed. The kiss grew deeper. Her lips shook, but he led her, slowly, then with passion. Their tongues touched—tentative at first, then struggling softly, sloppily, with increasing hunger.
Leon's hand went up—and covered 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 shook under him, her purple eyes wide and glistening as they clashed with his golden eyes. Her lips parted, but words would not come. Her heart thudded in her chest like a drum.
Then she sensed it.
Something hard.
Against the curves of her hips.
A sharp gasp rose from her throat as her body involuntarily canted—rubbing against the hard heat under his trousers. Her cheeks blazed. "My… my lord…"
Leon didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The expression in his eyes had grown darker now—primal, hungry.
His hand moved up, solid fingers closing around the shape of her breast through the fragile material of her maid's dress. His other hand held the curve of her hip under the skirt, holding her tighter. The gentle kneading of her curves sent shivers through her.
She gasped once more when his fingers curled up, lifting the weight of her breast a little. The feeling—unusual, daring—sent shivers down her spine.
"M-my lord… we… this is—"
Her protest dissolved as his fingers gently pinched.
"Wrong?" he breathed, his lips against her ear. "Then why does your heart pound like this?"
His thumb brushed over the top of her breast, still covered, but taut. Pressure, friction—it took her breath. Her back curved of its own accord, her breath locked on a soft moan.
It wasn't shyness anymore.
It was hunger. Shameful, forbidden, devastating hunger.
"I can feel it," he whispered. "This body of yours… so truthful. It does not lie like your lips do."
Aria whined, her voice barely audible. "My lord… someone might see…"
Leon bent in, his tongue skimming the rim of her ear, and a searing shock coursed through her center.
"Then keep silent," he muttered low. "And obey… my little maid."
His hand crept up her skirt, slow and calculated. As his fingers brushed against the dainty lace of her panties, he hesitated—sensing the unmistakable warmth beneath. A smile curled at his lips.
"Already so wet?" he whispered. "Tsk. I didn't know my maid was so perverse a little thing."
Her eyes went wide. "N-no… my lord, I—"
But her words were cut off as he flipped her over with ease onto the velvet couch. He pinned her beneath him, her skirt up around her waist, legs slightly spread as he sat between them. The pressure of his body ignited a fire in her body.
He leaned in and kissed her.
Not softly—but ravenously. Lips crashing into hers, swallowing her gasp, savoring the confusion, the hunger, the fear and the wanting all mingled in one quivering breath.
His lips had moved from the mouth to the jaw… down the neck… across the collarbone.
Every kiss caused her to catch her breath. Every bite shook her very being.
Leon's fingers traveled down the front of her uniform, the buttons springing open one by one with muted clicks.
"Click… click… click…"
The sounds resounded in the air, laborious and measured, as if shedding something more than mere cloth—slipping away her defenses, her reluctance, her guilt.
Her chest rose and fell with laboured breathing as the final button was released, the opened fabric exposing the round of her breasts under the lacy black bra.
He didn't hurry. He allowed his golden gaze to drink in the view—how the curves pushed against the bra, how each ragged breath caused them to jiggle involuntarily.
"So soft… and all mine," he whispered, voice smooth as molten honey.
His fingers followed the edge of the bra before pushing beneath it, lifting it slowly.
The fabric crept up—
"Shff…"
—until her breasts spilled out, pale and pliable, topped with flushed, pink nipples already taut from expectation.
She whimpered and automatically tried to cover herself, but Leon had her wrists and pinned them above her head, his strength effortless.
"No hiding," he breathed. "Let me admire my little maid."
Then he leaned down.
His warm lips engulfed one of her nipples.
"Mmh…!"
Aria gasped, eyes wide, back arching as he sucked softly.
"Sllrp… slrrrp…"
The noises were wet, slow, rhythmic. His tongue flashed over the bud before sucking it in deeper, lips closing around it with a muffled pop as he let it go—only to switch sides and repeat the process.
"Aah… my lord… d-don't… it feels too—"
"Too good?" he teased; his warm breath against her wet skin. "Then feel it all."
He nipped down gently—just hard enough to send shivers through her—and then lapped the sting with his tongue, tracing the sensitive bud.
"Hnnn…" she whimpered, her voice a shattered song of shame and lust.
He gazed at her, entranced by how her chest heaved, how her eyelids fluttered, how her thighs closed together. His hand crept down slowly, tracing her thigh and pulling her skirt down—
"Shff…"
It rode across her hips, flashing her lacy undergarments and the wet glisten between her thighs.
He leaned back for an instant, eyes roving across her burning body, half-exposed, shaking, panting.
"P-please… don't stare…" she gasped, burning face.
But he did not listen.
He drew down her panties with his fingers, revealing the tender pink folds underneath. Her fragrance struck him—a sweet, earthy scent that only made him more randy.
"Such a clean, valuable pink flower… saved just for me," he whispered.
As his lips caressed her pussy, Aria gasped softly, putting her hand over her mouth.
"No… it's filthy… you shouldn't—"
"There's nothing filthy about you," Leon snarled, his golden eyes meeting hers. "You taste like heaven."
And with that, he dived in. A long, deep kiss against her wet folds.
"Aaah!" she wailed, her spine curving upward. Her fists were clenched around the couch pillows, face blazing crimson.
Leon's tongue traveled with agonizing slowness, pulling from her slit floor to that throbbing nub above. He brushed it against her with a delicate touch.
"Sllrp… slrrp… hnnn…"
Her body shuddered with each motion, each lick of his tongue. It was unbearable—too harsh, too intimate. Her thighs quivered, straining to push him away, but he kept her pinned, mouth never still.
His tongue forced its way past her folds, going inside her, savoring her.
"Mmm…"
The wet noises were obscene—slippery, hungry, voracious.
Aria wept softly, overcome.
Her hips contracted independently, grinding softly into his mouth. She bit her knuckles to prevent screaming.
"Aahh… I can't—! Something's… happening—"
Leon didn't let up. His tongue pressed and curled in precisely the correct places. His lips enveloped her clit and sucked softly.
"Slrp… shlick… slrrrp…"
She moans.
"Ah—AHHH! —!!"