SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 615: One Night Without Distance

Seraphine kissed him first, and it was careful.

That was what told him how badly the separation had affected her. She came up on her toes, took his face in both hands, and kissed him slowly, testing, some part of her still confirming that the man in front of her was warm and breathing and had come out of a garden full of Void Immortals with both arms.

”Stop checking,” Leon said against her mouth.

”I’ll stop when I’m finished.”

”Sera.” He got a hand into her hair and tipped her head back until she had to look at him. ”I’m here. I’m fine. Be greedy.”

Something behind her eyes let go.

The second kiss was nothing like the first. She fisted her hands in his tunic and pulled, and Leon went with it until her back met the wall, and she made a sound into his mouth that he had missed more than he’d let himself think about. Her hands went under the cloth and flattened against his ribs, moving, mapping — the healed shoulder, the line along his side where the hooked strike had opened him, every place she had felt him take damage and been unable to do a thing about.

”You let that one land,” she said.

”It was the shoulder or the chamber door.”

”I know exactly why you let it land. That doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.” Her fingers pressed over the mark, and then her mouth followed, and Leon’s breath went out of him.

Behind them, Ira sighed with enormous patience.

”Are we doing an hour of medical inspection, or are we doing something?”

Seraphine turned her head. ”You could wait.”

”I could.” Ira pushed off the table and came over, taking her time about it and about the way she looked at the pair of them. ”But I’ve waited long enough, and Leon has been extremely brave and extremely far away, and I’d like him to stop being either.”

She reached past Seraphine, got two fingers in Leon’s collar, and turned him toward her.

Kissing Ira was a different weather system entirely. Nothing careful in it at all — she bit his lower lip, laughed when he made a noise, and pulled him down harder, one hand around the back of his neck and the other going for the ties at his waist with total confidence.

”You have no patience.”

”None. It’s my best feature.” The tie came loose. ”This clothing is terrible, by the way. Whoever cut it has never touched a body.”

”It’s a merchant’s spare stock.”

”It’s an insult. Take it off.”

Leon pulled the tunic over his head and dropped it. Ira’s hands were on him immediately, palms flat against his chest, sliding up over his shoulders and down his arms while she watched his face. Her red eyes were bright with hunger banked since he crossed into the higher world and now burning freely.

”I missed the shape of you,” she said. ”Every place. All of it.”

Seraphine moved in behind him. Her fingers worked his trousers loose and pushed them down over his hips, and then her mouth pressed against the back of his neck while her hands stripped the fabric away. Ira knelt to pull his trousers free of his ankles and stayed there, her face level with his cock.

It was already hard, curving thick and heavy toward his stomach. Ten inches of veined, flushed length, the head swollen and already gleaming. Both women looked at it with the same expression — relief, hunger, and a need that had nothing careful left in it.

”There he is,” Ira murmured. Her breath ghosted over the head. ”All that time without this. I was starting to forget the shape of him.”

”You didn’t forget.” Seraphine pressed herself against Leon’s back, her hands sliding around his waist. ”You described him in detail every night.”

”To be fair, so did you.”

Leon’s cock twitched at the thought. Ira smiled and wrapped one hand around the base — her fingers didn’t fully meet, the thickness of him making her palm stretch. She stroked slowly, root to head, her other hand coming up to cup his heavy balls.

”Look at him,” she told Seraphine. ”Veins standing out. He wants it as badly as we do.”

”Then stop admiring and serve him.”

Ira’s mouth closed over the head.

She sucked hard, her tongue pressing against the underside, and then pushed forward. The head disappeared between her lips, then the first several inches, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him deeper. The wet sounds started immediately, and Leon put a hand in her hair and held on.

”Good,” he said. His voice came out rough. ”Missed that mouth.”

Ira made a sound that vibrated around his shaft. She pulled back until just the swollen tip was between her lips, laved it with her tongue, then sank down again until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Her throat worked around him.

Seraphine moved to his side and pressed her mouth to his neck while her hand joined Ira’s at the base. ”She’s been practicing. Even in the world. Even with everything else.”

”Determined,” Leon managed.

”Obsessed,” Seraphine corrected. ”We both are.”

Ira pulled off with a wet pop, her lips swollen, a strand of spit connecting her mouth to the head. ”Your turn, then. If you’re so devoted.”

Seraphine switched places with her without argument. She took him in hand first, stroking the length with long, deliberate fingers, studying him. Then she opened her mouth and took him down with the same controlled skill she brought to everything.

Her throat was wetter, tighter. She took him deep and held herself there, her eyes on his face, her lips stretched around the base. Leon’s hips rolled forward involuntarily, and she moaned and pressed closer.

”Fuck,” he muttered.

Ira was kneeling beside them now, one hand on his hip, her mouth finding his balls. She licked and sucked while Seraphine deepthroated him, and the combination of sensations dragged a low groan from Leon’s chest.

They worked him together. Seraphine’s mouth on the shaft, Ira’s on his balls. Then they switched, Ira taking him down her throat while Seraphine licked the base and murmured instructions. His legs were shaking by the time either of them came up for air.

”Close?” Seraphine asked.

”Not yet.” Leon reached down and fisted both hands in their hair. ”I want to finish in one of you. Keep going.”

They obeyed. Seraphine’s mouth sealed around the head and worked it in fast, tight strokes while both her hands pumped the shaft. Ira sucked hard on his balls, her tongue rolling them, her red eyes watching his face as the pleasure built.

His release came with a snarl. He pulled Seraphine down hard and spilled into her throat in thick pulses, his cock throbbing and pumping heat into her mouth. She swallowed steadily, taking every spurt, her throat working around the head.

Ira was there the moment his cock slipped free, lowering her head and licking the last drops from the head while Seraphine caught her breath. She looked up at Leon with a satisfied smile.

”Waste nothing,” Ira said.

Leon let them have that. Then he took them.

He pulled Seraphine up and bent her over the edge of the bed in one motion, kicking her knees apart with his own. Her undergarments were already soaked through. He tore them aside, lined up his still-hard cock, and drove into her to the hilt with a single hard stroke.

Seraphine screamed. The sound was raw, half shock and half relief, and her fingers clawed at the bedding as her body tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

”Too much?” Leon asked, his voice low.

”Don’t you dare slow down.”

”I wasn’t going to.”

He set a brutal rhythm. Ten inches of thick, veiny cock plunging into her pussy over and over, the wet squelch of it filling the room alongside the sharp slap of his hips against her ass. Seraphine’s legs were already shaking. Lewd sounds spilled from her open mouth.

Ira had climbed onto the bed and was watching from close range, her hand between her own thighs, her red eyes fixed on the sight of Leon’s cock splitting Seraphine open. ”Look at you. You can barely take him. Good. Good, you’ve wanted this since he left.”

”Yes,” Seraphine gasped. She wanted it. She needed him. ” So full. So deep. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Leon!”

Leon fucked her harder. His hands gripped her waist tight enough to bruise, and every thrust drove her forward into the mattress. Her inner walls rippled around him, and when he reached down to press his thumb against her clit she shattered with a broken cry.