Morning Whispers of Sin

The golden trailed of dawn slipped through the silk curtains. Warm light spilled over the lavish chamber. Dust motes floated lazily in the sunbeams. The aftermath of a night soaked in passion and sin lay everywhere.

Leon stirred.

His broad chest rose and fell with steady breaths. Sunlight kissed his bare skin. The silk sheets tangled at his hips, clinging to the faint sheen of sweat from last night. A low breath escaped his throat. Half sigh, half growl—satisfaction mixed with weariness.

Then, he felt it.

Warmth. Wetness. Movement.

"Mmm..." he groaned, golden eyes fluttering open.

The first thing he noticed wasn't the room or the sun—but sensation. A delicious, slow suction that made his spine arch slightly. His dick was hard, straining under the sheet—and someone's lips were wrapped around him.

He blinked the haze of sleep away and looked down. He looked down.

The sheet tented over his waist, but it moved—subtly, steadily. With a flick of his hand, he drew it away.

And there she was

Crimson locks spilled like fire over his thighs, glinting in the morning sun. Her crimson eyes gleamed up at him, filled with playful mischief and hunger. The sheets draped off her nude form, baring the curve of her back and the soft swell of her rear. Her mouth, wrapped around his arousal, made the most obscene, wet sounds—slurp… pop… slrrpp...—as she pulled back, letting her tongue swirl around the tip.

"Sweetheart…" he muttered, voice gravelly from sleep and pleasure.

With a soft pop, she let go. Licked her lips like savoring a delicacy. "Daddy," she purred, voice thick with morning rasp and desire, "you were sleeping… but this part was wide awake. I couldn't resist."

Leon chuckled, low and sinful, running a hand through her tangled hair. "A dangerous little demon, aren't you?"

Rias only smirked. Without another word, she dipped again, her lips and tongue working in rhythm, faster now, wetter, bolder—slrp… mmhh… slrp! Her moans sent vibrations up his shaft, and Leon's hand clenched the sheets. His breath quickened. Each movement, each swirl of her tongue, made him pulse harder.

"Sweetheart …" he groaned, the sound like thunder in his chest. "I'm… coming…"

She didn't flinch. Drank every drop. Crimson eyes locked on his. When she pulled away, lips licked slow, cheeks flushed, breath heavy.

"You taste better in the morning," she whispered, crawling up to straddle his stomach. Skin still glowing from last night. A soft sheen of sweat shimmered across her collarbones and thighs. Her scent—feminine, rich, sinful—mixed with his, thick in the air.

Her breasts swayed with each breath. Pink nipples tight from arousal. Body glistened faintly in sunlight—flawless, glowing. Her pussy brushed his abs, leaving heat behind. She leaned down, lips brushing his, crimson hair a curtain around them.

Leon slid hands along her waist. Gripped her hips gently. "You're bold in the morning."

"I'm yours," she whispered. "Why hold back?"

He smiled—slow, dangerous, full of desire. "Playing with fire."

She leaned close. Lips brushed his ear. "Then burn me, Daddy."

Then, he flipped her in one smooth motion—now she lay beneath him, laughing breathlessly.

"You always do that," she pouted on his action.

"Because I love this view," he smiled whispered, before capturing her lips.

The kiss was molten. Tongues danced, breaths mingled, teeth grazed. His hands roamed—sides, waist, curve of hips. She arched into him, moaning—"Mmh… nghh… yes…"—as he explored every inch.

Then he rolled her to her knees. Back arched, hips high.

He paused. Eyes devouring her. Perfect spine dip. Round hips. Soft heat between thighs gleaming with want.

"Wait…" she whispered, glancing back. "I was only teasing…"

His hand slid over her ass, squeezing gently. "Teasing has consequences, sweetheart."

Her breath hitched. "But I'm still sore… from last night…"

"I'll be gentle," he lied, smirking wickedly.

One deep, slow thrust. He entered her.

"Ahhh—Daddy!" she cried out, voice trembling with pleasure.

He set a steady pace, each movement drawing another sound from her lips— "Ngh… mhh… aah…!"—and each one fed his hunger.

Their bodies moved like poetry—clashing, craving, consuming. They continue their love making session till noon.

They didn't rush. This wasn't lust—it was love and passion.

who know how many loves making session after their bodies finally collapsed in exhaustion, the sun had risen high in the sky, and their tangled limbs were slick with heat and sweat. Bed a mess of silken sheets, crimson hair, mingled warmth.

Leon lay back, chest rising and falling, catching breath. Rias curled to his side, face flushed, eyes heavy, glowing.

"Sweetheart…" he murmured, stroking her hair.

"Mm?" she hummed, barely awake.

"I could get addicted to you."

She giggled softly. "You already are."

A long silence followed, the kind only lovers share after being completely undone by each other. Then, her voice returned—soft, yet laced with possessiveness.

"You'll never leave me… right?"

Leon turned his head and looked into her eyes. "Never. You're mine."

Rias smiled, then whispered, "And you're mine… Daddy."

Leon let out a soft chuckle, pulling her closer.

But just as the warmth settled around them—knock knock.

A melodious voice followed.

"My Lord… may I come in?"

They both froze.

And quickly recognize voice, it was Aria. The head maid.

Rias raised a brow. "She's here…"

"Maybe, she come to wake us," Leon glanced toward the door, then back at her. "Should I…?

Rias smirked, unbothered, voice playful. "Come in, Aria."

The door opened.

Purple hair flowed like silk over Aria's shoulders, her maid uniform immaculate. The moment she stepped in, she stopped cold. The smell hit her first—thick, heady, unmistakably soaked in sweat, musk, and raw desire.

Then her eyes fell on them.

Leon, gloriously naked, golden skin still glistening.

Rias, pressed against his chest, equally bare, cheeks pink and body glowing with sweat.

Her heart pounded. She was no child. She knew what this meant. She'd seen them come back from the bath together naked yesterday, both dripping wet, clothes clinging to sinful curves and muscle.

But now…

Her Lord… really Fuck… his daughter…

Aria's cheeks turned crimson. Her thoughts scrambled.

And yet—

"Aria …" Rias call her smoothly, clearly completely unbothered by her position.

"Yes, Young Miss," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Can You… fetch breakfast for me and Daddy…?" Rias smiled; her voice honeyed. "Something sweet. We've worked up an appetite."

Aria nodded, her face flushed scarlet. "Y-Yes, Young Miss!"

She turned sharply, almost running out the door.

Leon sighed on her playfulness, then kissed her temple. "Bath?"

"Yes…" she murmured, stretching.

He rose from the bed effortlessly. But when Rias tried to stand—

Her legs trembled.

And she fell.

Leon caught her mid-fall, strong arms wrapping around her.

"Daddy…" she pouted, half-laughing. "Look what you did to me. I can't even walk…"

Guilt flickered in his eyes. "Sorry… I got swing by your body."

She gives him playful sullen look and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing against his bare chest.

"So, carry me, Daddy."

He smiled—and lifted her with ease. "Let me pamper you now," he whispered.

And as she buried her face against his neck, a soft, content smile curved her lips.