Rias—Crimson Temptation.
The gentle candlelight glow soft-painted the room in gold and red, shadows undulating softly against the walls like mute onlookers. There was a light perfume in the air—roses or something, or filling the air with an enticing intimacy.
Leon entered his room, shutting the door softly behind him. Leon entered his room and stood still. He had not expected this. Not quite. But a part of him… a part of the man he had become in this new life… had hoped.
She was there.
There, lying on his bed with only a sheet of silk covering her body in a tantalizing way, was Rias.
Her scarlet hair lay spread over the pillows like burning fluid, tendrils catching the candlelight and weaving with hot shadows. A single black silk sheet lay indolently over her—barely holding to her breasts and hips, each breath threatening to slip it away. Her scarlet eyes shone under half-closed lashes, fastening upon him like a predator fastening upon quarry.
Her red eyes blinked back at him. Steady. Unblinking. Daunting.
"Daddy …" she breathed, voice velvet and fire, damp with hunger.
Leon didn't say a word. He couldn't—not yet. Seeing her took his words, seared the air in his lungs. Rias—his quiet, reserved Rias—wasn't shy anymore. She was all pussy now, sensual and deadly, like a priestess of sin spreading herself on the altar of forbidden deities. She sat up from the bed like a dark fire. Silk fell off her body, a pool at her feet with a whisper. She had no modesty—only power. Rias was well aware of her hold on him. She used it like a knife.
Leon's gaze roved—neck to breast, breast to waist, waist to the swell of her thighs. Her flesh glowed in candlelight, a pale blush spreading across her chest and cheeks. Her breasts were plump and pert, her nipples already stiff from the cold air or her own excitement. Her hips curved like a poem. Her thighs—strong and silky—rippled with sensuous beauty. Her pink, glistening pussy shimmered with desire, framed by the soft swell of her hips. She moved to him, slow and measured, the swing of her body like a siren's call.
Rias walked to him with the poise of a goddess descending from her altar. She stopped just inches away, her breasts pressed softly against his chest, her nipples like firm points of heat through the fabric. Her breath ghosted across his jaw as she whispered, "You've been gone all day… and I've been waiting here. Aching."
He clenched his teeth, grinding down the animalistic temptation surging within him. His hand went out hesitantly—possessively—to her hips, tightening on the yielding flesh there. She sucked in her breath, her body shoving harder against him.
"And this is how you welcome me?" His tone was smooth, amused… sinister.
"It's how you want me to," she said, her lips tracing his jawline, fingers opening his shirt, one by one. "You want to see me like this, don't you? Naked. Begging. Yours."
Leon's grip on her hip clenched, forcing her against him. Her breathing stuck as her breasts pressed against his naked chest, nipples snagging on flesh like sparks.
"Sweetheart," he whispered, voice thick, "what are you attempting to do?"
Rias's lips painted themselves into a confident smile, her face flushed and radiant.
"What do you think, Daddy?" she asked. "I'm attempting to seduce you. Absolutely. I want you to be mine."
Leon's smile stretched wider, dangerous and taunting. "My little girl… fantasizing about seducing her Daddy?"
She shivered. Not from fear—but from the accuracy of his words.
His hand moved lower, grasping the round of her ass, eliciting a moan from her throat. She pushed harder against him, and her eyes blinked slightly as she felt the hard length pressing against his pants.
Her smile became deeper, wicked and lovely. Her hand followed down, tracing along his waistline, settling above the throbbing heat.
"Were you thinking about me today?" she asked, scarlet eyes blazing into his soul.
"Every. Damn. Second."
"Already?" she teased; voice breathless. "You're that hard for me?"
"Look at yourself," Leon growled, golden eyes drinking her in. "You're a sin wrapped in skin."
She leaned up, lips brushing his. "Then take me."
He grabbed her chin, lifting her face, forcing her eyes to lock with his.
"You want to be mine, Rias?"
"All of me," she whispered. "Every breath. Every inch. Every moan."
She spoke and leaned in, her lips brushing his. "Then let me repay your patience."
Before he had a chance to respond, her lips took his.
It was silk and fire—wet, deep, messy. Their tongues danced, entwined, consuming each other. Her hand delved into his hair, fingers tightening. His hands wrapped around her hips, squeezing hard, pulling moans from her throat as they kissed like sinners at the altar of forbidden love.
She tasted of heat and honey, and he consumed her without constraint.
When they finally broke apart, gasping and wide-eyed, Leon laughed, voice grating. "Compared to this morning… your kissing's gotten better, sweetheart."
Rias didn't say anything. She smiled—dark and wicked.
Then, in one smooth sweep of hips and breasts, she shoved him toward the bed, pushing him onto his butt and into a sitting position. He sat; his eyes fixed on hers as she got down between his knees.
Rias sat between Leon's legs, her bright red hair flowing like blood silk, brushing against his thighs with each breath she breathed. Her fingers slid up and down his legs—whisperlight, teasing—her scarlet eyes locking into his golden ones, shining with something dark… and fiercely carnal.
"Ready for tonight, Daddy?" she breathed, voice like velvet sin.
Leon shifted a little to the side, lips twisting into a smirk. "Sweetheart… I was born ready."
She laughed—soft, low, and seductive—and then she reached, slowly and deliberately, for the buttons on his pants. Her hands slid with a practiced elegance, unbuttoning each one as if unwrapping a harmful present. When the fabric relaxed, it sprang loose—his dick jutting tall and thick, veined and flushed, proud and pulsating along its length, the head already slicked with precum.
Rias's lips parted ever so slightly. She brushed her fingers along the base, her touch warm, reverent… worshipful.
"Your dick looks even bigger than it did this morning, Daddy," she murmured, a teasing edge in her voice.
Leon chuckled under his breath, brushing his thumb along her cheek. "And you're more dangerous than morning my little demon."
With that, Rias leaned forward and planted a kiss—gentle and wicked—at the bottom of his dick. Another on top. Then, little by little, she let her tongue explore along the length, a movement that caused his whole body to throb with heat. But before things could take a further turn—
Her eyes did not leave his as she leaned in, lips touching his tip.
She kissed it first—tender, reverent—then bestowed a slow, lazy lick from base to head. His breath whistled through his teeth when her tongue ran along his veins, warm and wet.
Then she engulfed him.
"Ah—fuck…" Leon panted, fingers clenching in her hair.
Her mouth enclosed him, sucking softly at first, then harder—slow, deliberate movements. Wet, dirty noises filled the air. Her throat constricted as she swallowed more of him, saliva trickling from the edges of her mouth.
Glck… slrp… glck…
Her head jerked, quickly now, her hands caressing what her mouth couldn't. Her eyes were looking up at him, wet and shining with heat, her lashes trembling as she swallowed over and over.
He groaned, hips jerking, the vision of her on her knees, mouth stuffed with him—so compliant, so ravenous—pushing him to the brink.
"Shit, Rias… your mouth… it's too good.
She groaned around him, the pressure of her mouth pulling a curse from his lips.
He clamped his fingers in the nape of her head, pushing in slightly—mannered but firm—dictating pace. She accepted it, emptying her cheeks, sucking harder and deeper. Gobs of saliva stuck to her lips each time she withdrew, only to take him anew with a wet slurp.
Slrp… glck… slrrrp…
The feel of her devotion, the warmth of her mouth, the look of her flushed cheeks and glistening chin—it was all too much.
"Rias… I'm close."
She drew back with a pop, tracing her tongue around the tip in slow, deliberate circles. "Do it," she growled, voice hoarse with desire. "Come in my mouth. I want to taste every inch of you, Daddy."
Leon growled, and with one final thrust, he exploded—hot spurts filling her mouth.
She moaned as she swallowed every drop, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss. Not a single trace escaped her lips. When she pulled back, she licked them clean with a satisfied smile.
Then she looked up at him—flushed, panting, glowing.
"I'm yours, Daddy," she whispered. "Every inch of me."
Those words snapped something deep inside Leon.
His golden eyes grew dark with savage intensity. He moved toward her, circled her in his arms, and easily raised her off the floor. Her light gasp brushed against his ear as he carried her weightless, her naked body pressed warmly against his chest.
Then—he tossed her.
Not with force, but with a kind of wild, Pure passion.
Rias yelped in shock as her body rebounded gently on the bed, raven tresses spilling over the black silk pillows. Her laughter followed, husky and flirtatious, eyes shining like molten gold. "That was bold, Daddy."
Leon spoke not a word. He shed his clothes—every last defense between him and her—until he stood naked over her, his body honed like a statue of some god chiseled out of fire and battle. She was laughing, obviously enjoying the spectacle, then he rolled over her and pressed her under him.
And without a word His mouth came crashing down on hers in a kiss that was passionate and hunger. Hot, devouring—a silent vow that she was his, whole and entire.
Even as he kissed her fiercely, Rias tried to speak between kisses—but the words came out tangled and breathless. Still, Leon understood everything.
"I'm only yours. all of me. for you. I'll only look and think about you. so. never abandon me.Daddy."
He stopped using words and began using actions. A desire rose up inside him, consuming every piece of his soul—a desire to mark every inch of her, to make her his and only his. Forever.
he kissed down—across her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her nose… and then her neck. Every kiss a marking, an ownership, his breath hot and thick. Her body shuddered as his mouth found one soft breast, lips closing around the peak while his hand teased the other.
Her moan hummed against his lips as his fingers teasingly playing with her body, cradling the rise of her breasts, thumbs rubbing the peaks until she wriggled under him. Her spine bowed, presenting herself to him like a prayer, her hands locked in his hair, pushing him deeper into her chest.
And then— His kiss dropped lower.
Across her stomach, over her navel, where he left a trail of fire with his lips. She writhed under him, glowing with arousal and love, her body lit with anticipation.
"Daddy …" she whispered.
"Shh…" he murmured, kissing her again. "I'm not done marking what's mine."
With he went down further while kissing her belly, and then after passing through the navel, he arrived at the promised land her pussy.
He sat back for a moment, eyes roaming over her flushed naked body, trembling, breathless. He was mesmerized by the rise of her breast, the flutter of her lashes, the way her thighs pressed together.
He looked at the glistening spot between her thighs and smiled. "You're dripping… My little girl."
"Only for you…. Daddy!" she whispered with burning face and half- open crimson eyes.
His smile widened. Slowly, he parted her thighs, revealing the soft, pink folds glistening beneath. Her fragrance struck him—a sweetly musky feminine scent that served only to heighten his arousal.
As his lips met her pussy, Rias moaned softly, and thrusting his head deeper in her pussy.
Then he kissed her there—deep, slow, and lingering—against her soaked folds.
"Aaah…. Daddy!" she exclaimed, her back curving. Her hands were tangled in his hair, her face reddening.
Leon's tongue moved with maddening patience, tracing from the base of her slit all the way to the throbbing nub at the top. He licked it gently.
"Sllrp… slrrp… hnnn…"
Her body jerked with each motion, each stroke of his tongue. The feelings were intolerable—so raw, so intimate. Her legs shook, attempting to resist, but he grasped her firmly, mouth never leaving hers.
His tongue thrust deeper into her folds, inside her, licking her.
"Mmm…"
The sounds of wetness were obscene—slippery, hungry, insatiable.
Rias felt a wave of overwhelming pleasure crash over her.
Her hips rolled by themselves, grinding softly against his mouth.
"Aahh… I can't—! I am cumming— Daddy"
Leon didn't let up. His tongue pushed and wrapped around in just the right places. His lips closed around her clit and sucked softly.
"Slrp… shlick… slrrrp…"
She groans. And then she shattered.
"Ah—AHHH! —!!"