"Ahhhn, why—did you stop?" she stammered, her voice trembling as the fog of heat cleared just enough for shame to creep back in. Her thighs squeezed together instinctively, as if to hide the wetness dripping down her legs, but the emptiness between them only made her clench harder around nothing.
"So you like that?" He teased her.
Sandra's breath hitched, her face burning hotter than the midday sun. She shook her head furiously, strands of hair sticking to her damp cheeks. "N-no! It's… it's not like that!" she protested, but her trembling thighs betrayed her, squeezing together as if to hold back the ache clawing at her core.
Leon chuckled low, his hand sliding deliberately along her slick folds without slipping inside. "Then do you want me to stop?"
Sandra froze, her lips parting soundlessly. Her mind screamed for her to say yes, to push him away, to end this unbearable shame. But her body… her body betrayed her with a needy shiver that rolled through her hips, pressing back ever so slightly into his hand.
"I…" she tried, but the word broke into a gasp as his fingers grazed her swollen clit without commitment, a feather-light torment.
Leon's smirk widened against her ear. "If you want me to stop, say it. Just one word." His fingers lingered at her entrance, tracing the wet heat but never sliding in.
Sandra stayed silent, trembling, her breath caught in her throat.
"Do you want more, Aunt?" he pressed, his tone low and coaxing.
"Y-yes…" she stammered at last, barely above a whisper.
Her voice was so soft it almost vanished into the breeze, but Leon caught every trembling syllable. His grin sharpened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
"Say it again," he ordered, pressing the pads of his fingers more firmly against her slick folds without giving her the relief she craved. "Louder."
Sandra's chest heaved, shame knotting with the heat curling inside her. Her lips trembled, but the pressure of his teasing—so close, so unbearable—pushed the word out of her throat.
"Y-yes… I want more…" she whispered, her face buried in her arm as if hiding could soften the humiliation of admitting it.
Leon's fingers brushed lazily along her soaked slit, drawing another shiver from her trembling thighs. His mouth curved into a cruel smile. "What will you do for me, Aunt?" he murmured, his tone smooth but edged with command. Each slow stroke was torture, coaxing her body while his words demanded her submission.
Sandra's nails dug into her arm, her voice breaking as she gasped, "W-what… what do you want?"
"I want to train you," he said, voice flat and deliberate. "But for that you have to be my slave."
He'd read countless tales of heroes with slave harems, and the hunger to have one of his own had burned inside him ever since. Now, with Sandra exposed before him, he saw more than temptation—he saw his chance to claim her first.
Her head jerked up at the word, eyes wide. "S-slave?" she whispered, breath catching.
He held her gaze, softening the edge from his voice. "Only when it's just the two of us," he said. "Only if you want to try it."
She frowned, searching his face for any sign of play or pressure. When she found only patience waiting for her choice, something inside her eased..
"I promise," he said, the weight in his tone carrying more than desire—it carried intent, devotion. "And if you ever don't like it, you stop me. No hesitation. Agreed?"
Her lips parted, and she gave a small, nervous nod. "Agreed."
"That's great." His chest swelled with relief, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
But before they could continue, they heard footsteps approaching around the corner. Faint giggles drifted closer, breaking the spell between them.
She stiffened, eyes darting toward the sound. In an instant, she stood up, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress and snatching up her pot as if she'd only paused to rest.
He watched her, his face full of amusement, as her features settled into a practiced calm. By the time the voices rounded the corner, she looked every bit the innocent girl tending to her chores—except for the betraying flush that burned across her cheeks.
The giggles drew nearer until two girls appeared on the path, each balancing a bucket of water on her head like it weighed nothing. Leon's pulse quickened. The soaked dresses clung greedily to every curve, outlining hips that swayed with hypnotic grace and breasts that shifted with each step, the thin fabric leaving almost nothing to imagination.
Even the faint peaks pressing against the wet cloth sent a shiver through him, stirring a raw, aching hunger. He imagined how their skin would feel beneath his fingers — warm, slick from the water, yielding to his touch — and the thought alone made his breath come heavier. They moved closer, and the world seemed to shrink to the space between them, his gaze drinking in every inch of their teasing display.
"Hi, Aunt Sandra!" they called out cheerfully as they drew near.
"You must be Clara's brother?" one of them asked, tilting her head slightly as if studying him.
"Hi, Maya, Kim — how are you two doing?" Sandra greeted warmly.
"We're fine — but why are you standing here, by the way?" Kim asked, narrowing her eyes in curiosity.
"Aunt was showing me something," Leon answered quickly before Sandra could reply, the words tumbling out almost too fast.
Sandra's breath caught, a faint, guilty smile tugging at her lips as a rosy flush crept up her neck. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, refusing to meet the girls' eyes — as if afraid they might read too much into what had just happened.
"What was she showing you?" Kim pressed again, her curiosity clearly not satisfied.
Leon stepped closer, closing the space between them until his breath brushed against her ear.
"It's a secret," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "But I'll tell you the next time we meet."
Kim froze for a heartbeat, her lips parting slightly as a faint shiver ran through her. A soft blush bloomed across her cheeks, and she pulled back just enough to look at him. She has never been near a man and the feeling she got was something new.
"Hey, stop dilly-dallying — it's getting late," Sandra interjected, her voice carrying the easy authority of someone older.
"Next time, then," Kim said softly as she walked past him, her eyes lingering on him for just a moment longer than necessary.
He watched them as they left admiring them from behind until they disappeared.
"Do you want to train them too?" Sandra asked, her tone laced with jealousy.
"Is that jealousy I detect?" he teased, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
Sandra couldn't meet his gaze, so she looked away, a faint pink creeping across her cheeks.
"Don't worry you are my slave, I'll never abandon you—okay?" he said warmly as he pulled her into a tight hug.
"Then… Can we continue?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Leon stared at her face with a slow, knowing smirk, and the color in her cheeks deepened even more.
"You're naughty…" he murmured, his tone half‑teasing, half‑warning. "But I like it — as long as you remember who's in charge."
Sandra's eyes dropped to the floor, her cheeks burning hotter with every word. She bit her lower lip, unable to meet his gaze.
He felt an intense surge of desire, his body buzzing with need, and his gaze darted around, searching for somewhere private. His heart raced as he noticed a thick bush nearby — a perfect hiding spot. Without thinking, he took her hand and led her toward it.
He pushed her against the tree as he took her lips and fondled her breasts as they fell out of her dress. He pitched her nipples making her gasp loudly.
"Mmmm~~mmm~~mmm~~"
Sandra could only moan as she felt her body heat up. She was now rubbing her legs together to try and calm down the sensations between her legs.
He slowly lifted her dress up to the waist and brought his fingers to her dripping wet pussy.
"Ahhhhn!" she cried, as his fingers penetrated her vagina sending jolts of pleasure down her spine. Her pussy clenched harder on his fingers not wanting to let go.
Her body trembled as he added another finger and thrusted without mercy making her pussy produce obscene sounds.
Leon brought his tongue down to her boobs and flicked her erect nipple making her gasp loudly.
" ahhhn~ ahhhn~ ahhhn!"
She moaned loudly as she neared her climax.
His thumb found her clit ,rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. Sandra's legs gave out as she lost strength ,she weakly clinged on his shoulders as she moaned into his ears.
"Leon, please…please….." ahhhn~ ahhhn~ ahhhn!"
Her knees buckled as she reached her orgasm. Like a broken dam her juices flooded Leon's hand and trickled down her thighs creating a puddle on the ground.
Leon did not stop his fingers working her pussy as her pussy made more lewd and wetter sounds—as her body released all the bent up heat until she finally calmed down, falling onto her knees weak to stand.
Leon stood to the side, a satisfied smirk playing across his face as he watched her, his eyes lingering on every subtle movement.