Grayfia's slender fingers curled around Leo's shaft, her grip firm yet reverent. The sheer girth and length made her breath hitch for a fraction of a second.
'Bigger than Sirzechs… four times over, at least.'
The thought slipped through her mind unbidden, bitter and honest. For all the Crimson Satan's legendary might, the one battlefield where he had always fallen short was the very place a wife might wish him to excel. It was the quiet, humiliating reason no child had ever come from their union.
She shifted forward, silver hair swaying like liquid moonlight, and settled between his parted thighs. One delicate strand escaped and fell across her cheek; she tucked it behind her ear with an almost absent grace before leaning in.
Her lips brushed the swollen head in a slow, deliberate kiss, soft *chu* sounds echoing in the otherwise silent room. Then another, deeper, wetter.
Leo's patience frayed.
His hand slid into her hair, cradling the back of her skull, and he guided himself past her lips. Grayfia parted for him willingly, eyes lifting to meet his, molten silver burning with something raw and unguarded.
She took him deeper, tongue curling along the underside, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Never once did her gaze waver. The eye contact felt more obscene than the act itself.
Leo groaned low in his throat. His fingers tightened in the silken strands and he pushed forward, slow at first, testing, then deeper still until the head nudged the tight ring of her throat.
Grayfia's lashes fluttered, but she didn't pull away. Instead she relaxed, letting him sink all the way until her nose pressed flush against his pelvis.
"Fuck…" Leo hissed through clenched teeth.
He held her there a heartbeat longer than necessary, savoring the velvet heat and the way her throat fluttered around him, then began to move, shallow, controlled thrusts that steadily grew hungrier.
Grayfia moaned around his length, the vibration shooting straight up his spine. Her hands gripped the thick muscle of his thighs for balance as he fucked her mouth with mounting urgency.
When the pressure coiled too tight to ignore, Leo pulled her head down hard one final time and came.
Thick ropes pulsed across her tongue. Grayfia held still, letting him empty himself while she looked up at him with those devastating eyes. Only when he finished did she slowly draw back, lips glistening, tongue extended so he could see the milky white pooling there.
Then, deliberately, she closed her mouth and swallowed.
The sight snapped something primal inside him.
Leo's heart slammed against his ribs. In one fluid motion he bent, hooked his arms beneath her thighs, and lifted her as though she weighed nothing. Grayfia gasped, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom.
He kicked the door wider with his heel and dropped her onto the mattress. She bounced once, silver hair fanning across the dark sheets like spilled mercury.
Leo was on her in an instant.
He caught her wrists, pinned them above her head with one large hand, and used the other to hook beneath her knees. With a single rolling thrust of his hips he folded her in half, mating press, legs pressed tight to her chest, body completely open and helpless beneath him.
Grayfia's mouth fell open on a broken moan as he sank back inside her in one brutal stroke.
"Leo, !"
He didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard, deep, relentless, each snap of his hips driving the air from her lungs. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by her rising cries and his low, guttural groans.
When her body began to tremble on the edge he pulled out, flipped her over onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up.
Doggy style.
One hand braced on the small of her back, the other slid down to press a thick thumb against the tight ring of her ass, circling, teasing, not entering, just enough pressure to make her shiver and clench around the cock still buried inside her pussy.
He watched, mesmerized, as each powerful thrust sent ripples across the perfect curve of her backside.
Grayfia buried her face in the pillow, muffling her screams as another orgasm tore through her.
Leo followed moments later, grinding deep and spilling inside her with a long, shuddering groan.
They collapsed together, her trembling beneath him, him draped over her back, until the frantic racing of their pulses began to slow.
Eventually Leo rolled off, reached for the silk robe hanging on the bedpost, and shrugged it on. He padded barefoot to the balcony doors and stepped outside.
The night air hit his sweat-damp skin like a slap. Cold. Cleansing. He braced his forearms on the railing and dragged in a deep breath, letting the quiet settle over him.
Behind him Grayfia lay motionless, silver hair tangled, limbs heavy with exhaustion. He would return to her soon, curl around that warm, pliant body and sleep.
Just as he turned to go back inside, a sharp chime rang inside his skull.
**Multiversal Milf Hunter – System Activation**
**Objectives: Hunt all milfs across the multiverse.**
**Host has two choices:**
**1. Convert peak Satan-class energy reserves into multiversal transit fuel. Unlocks world-selection interface (5 random worlds provided).**
**2. Decline. Retain current power level permanently. Multiversal functions disabled forever.**
Leo's expression darkened at once.
The multiverse.
A way out. A way up. A way to leave behind the suffocating politics of this world and chase strength he could scarcely imagine.
But the price…
Centuries of accumulation, every drop of power he had clawed, bled, and killed for, reduced to fuel.
He stared at the moon for a long moment, jaw tight.
'An investment,' he told himself. 'High risk. Higher reward.'
And the times were peaceful now. No cataclysm hung over his head. If the draw was kind, he could rebuild, faster than before.
Leo gritted his teeth.
"Yes"
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