Inside Leon's room.
His inventory of his own abilities wrapped up for now, Leon lay on the bed letting his mind go blank, taking a brief rest.
Until the entire house sank completely into the silence of night...
His eyes snapped open.
By the cool moonlight, he glanced at the faint glow of the magic stone clock on the wall, then rose onto the balls of his feet. Like a soundless shadow, he eased his door open and slunk stealthily toward a certain specific room.
Click...
The door handle turned cleanly. Leon slipped inside in a blur, and with a backhanded click, he locked the door behind him.
Only then did he lift his gaze toward the bed.
The owner of the room, the golden-haired lady, sat elegantly and quietly there, the moonlight spilling in through the window seeming to plate her in silver.
As if she had foreseen his arrival, the Holy Maiden was waiting in silent vigil.
A white lace-trimmed blouse with a delicate ribbon tie at the collar, paired with a white-and-blue pleated skirt.
Below that, white thigh-high stockings wrapped around her slim, straight legs, and a pair of ankle-high white heeled boots with waterproof platforms.
"Milady Angel..."
Leon's voice carried unconcealed admiration:
"The moon tonight is truly breathtaking."
In the face of this unabashed praise, beneath the moonlight, Jeanne's small face had already flushed red, almost burying itself into her chest.
That burning gaze from the man made a tingling weakness wash over her entire body, leaving her without a shred of strength.
She could only keep her head slightly lowered, her eyes darting about in panic, not daring at all to meet the gaze of the man so close to her.
It wasn't until her body suddenly felt weightless, a powerful arm sliding under her knees and another behind her back, lifting her up securely, that Jeanne had no choice but to raise her head and meet his eyes.
"Ahh...!"
A startled cry escaped in her flustered state, her slender arms instinctively looping around his neck.
"Milady Holy Maiden..."
Leon's low, magnetic voice sounded right by her ear, laced with a mischievous laugh:
"You... wouldn't want our cute juniors to see you in this state right now, would you?"
"You..."
Jeanne's breath caught, and her eyes, as they gazed at him, seemed to fog over with a watery mist, on the verge of overflowing.
"Heh heh."
Leon gave a soft laugh.
His lips nearly brushed her dainty earlobe as he murmured a few words in a breath only the two of them could hear.
The next second, the Holy Maiden's pale violet eyes went wide in shock.
"No!"
The word burst out of her, her voice laced with alarm.
"That's not your call to make."
Leon's tone carried teasing certainty, domineering and brooking no argument.
"You, you you you you you...!"
Jeanne, overcome with shame and fury, lost her words entirely.
"Heh heh..."
Leon chuckled softly, his fingertip brushing gently against her flushed cheek.
"During the day, you're so forceful, so imposing, aren't you?"
"I love you like that, that forceful, noble, saintly look of yours. That's what makes conquering you so much sweeter."
Before he'd finished speaking, he suddenly turned, still holding Jeanne, and sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing down on her slim shoulders and forcing her to kneel before him.
His large hand wound through the gold of her braid, gathering it slowly, then guided her closer.
"Head down."
His voice was low, almost coaxing. Jeanne tilted her face up instead, cheeks flushed crimson, her expression caught between shame and stubbornness.
Leon flicked his belt open one-handed, popped the button on his trousers, and pulled himself out. Already hard, flushed dark. He fisted the base and tilted Jeanne's chin up with his other hand.
"Open."
Her eyes squeezed shut, lips parting on a sharp little breath. He pushed past her teeth and she took him in, tongue working the underside of his cock.
"Fuck..."
He breathed out through his teeth, head tipping back. His fingers tightened in her braid. She hummed around him, low in her throat.
He looked back down. The Holy Maiden of all people, gold hair spilling over her shoulders, mouth stretched around him, cheeks crimson and eyes shut tight. He rocked his hips forward and set the pace.
Just then...
Creak...
Without warning, Jeanne's bedroom door was pushed quietly open again.
Accompanied by a click of the lock turning, and under the cool moonlight, Leon saw clearly the slender figure at the door.
"Oh my, I never would have guessed Jeanne had such a bold side to her?"
"You really can't tell just looking at her normally."
Rose tapped her index finger against her lips, her head tilted, a cunning little smile on her face.
Then her eyes met Leon's, and she spoke softly, her cheeks flushed:
"Dear, did I come at a bad time?"
Watching the way she drew closer even as she spoke, Leon grinned:
"No, you came at just the right time."
"Mmph..."
Feeling that softness suddenly pressing against her from behind, Jeanne's eyes shot wide, and then she shook her head frantically, muffled whimpers escaping.
"Milady Holy Maiden, the night is still long!"
"Mph...!"
Rose stepped up behind Jeanne, smooth and unhurried. Her hand settled high on Leon's thigh, the ribbon at her own throat already loose, hair shaken over one shoulder.
"Don't let me interrupt."
She watched for a beat, head tilted, then leaned in and caught Leon's mouth. Slow, deliberate. He kissed back without pulling Jeanne off his cock. Rose's fingers slid up his stomach, into his shirt.
When Jeanne finally rocked back to breathe, mouth slick, chest heaving, Leon thumbed wet hair out of her face and slid his hands under her arms. He lifted her bodily off the floor, carried her the short distance to the mattress, and dropped her on it before she could say anything coherent. She landed with a small huff, blouse hanging off one shoulder. He caught her wrist when it twitched up to cover her chest, pinned it beside her head, and kissed her until her arm went slack.
Behind him Rose was getting out of her clothes. Boots off, skirt off, blouse off, fast and clean. By the time he turned back she was down to her flesh-toned stockings. She climbed onto the bed and settled cross-legged against the pillows, watching.
Leon stripped Jeanne the rest of the way. The skirt came off with one pull at the ribbon. He hooked a thumb under the waistband of her underwear and tugged it down her thighs in one go, silk catching on her stocking tops. He left one stocking on. He liked the asymmetry.
"White today," Rose observed.
Jeanne's ears burned crimson. She squeezed her thighs together. He pried them apart with one hand on her knee.
"And soaked, for a Holy Maiden."
"Don't... don't say that..."
He dropped between her thighs and put his mouth on her pussy. Jeanne jerked, hand flying down to his hair, then slammed it over her own mouth instead. He laughed against her, low, and took his time. Long stripes with the flat of his tongue, lips closing around her clit, two fingers sliding up into her.
"L... Leon..."
"Shh."
He hooked his free hand back without looking and beckoned Rose closer. She uncrossed her legs and shifted on her knees beside Jeanne's hip. Without lifting his mouth off Jeanne, he reached over, slid his palm up the inside of Rose's thigh, and pushed her knees apart until she was spread for him. Two fingers, slowly, up into her pussy to the knuckle. Rose's breath caught hard.
"Hah... mm."
He worked them both at the same time. Mouth on Jeanne's clit, fingers curling deep in Jeanne, fingers buried in Rose, thumb circling Rose's clit on every upstroke. Jeanne's stockinged leg hooked over his shoulder. Rose's hand dropped into his hair and her hips started rocking down onto his palm. The room filled with wet sounds and stuttered breathing.
"Don't... don't, I'm going to..."
He didn't slow.
Jeanne came against his mouth, thighs clamping down on either side of his head, a high broken sound tearing out of her. He kept her there until she stopped shaking, fingers still working slow in Rose, then dragged his mouth up over her belly and her ribs and caught her mouth in a kiss, chin shining.
"Mm... mm..."
Rose was close but not done. He let her ride his hand a few more strokes and then pulled out, slick to the second knuckle, and licked his fingers clean while she watched.
"Patience," he told her, and reached down to line himself up.
He pushed into Jeanne's pussy in one long stroke. She arched off the bedspread, still trembling from the first one, a strangled sound breaking in her throat, thighs locking around his hips on instinct. He held still inside her, jaw tight.
"Fuck..."
"Easy," Rose said from the pillows, conversational.
He ignored her. Pulled most of the way out, slammed back in, watched her whole body jolt up the bed. Did it again. Her hand flew to the headboard. The third stroke knocked a noise out of her that wasn't a word.
"Wha... wait, slow do..."
"You don't get slow tonight, Holy Maiden."
He set a brutal pace. The slap of his thighs against hers filled the room, wet and rhythmic, the bedframe squeaking against the floorboards every fourth or fifth thrust. Her free hand twisted in the sheets. The lone stocking wrinkled down to her ankle. Her tits bounced with every drive of his hips. Her braid came apart somewhere mid-fuck and gold spilled across the pillow.
"L-Leon... Leon, I can't, I..."
He didn't slow.
"Mngh!"
He wound her hair through his fist and turned her face to his. Pale violet eyes, glassy, mouth open and useless. Tear tracks at the corners. He grinned down at her and kept fucking her.
"Hate you... hate..."
Across the bed Rose finally got tired of watching. She crawled over on her hands and knees, slid her body up against Leon's flank, and caught his mouth in a long open kiss. He slowed his strokes to meet her.
"Don't... don't stop..." Jeanne whined underneath him, hips trying to chase his cock.
He sat back on his heels, hooked his hands under Jeanne's hips without pulling out, and dropped onto his ass on the bed, hauling Jeanne down with him. She ended up settled in his lap with her back to his chest, his cock still buried in her pussy. He spread her legs with his palms on the insides of her thighs and pushed them wide open.
Jeanne went red to her hairline. From this angle she was on full display.
Leon caught Rose's eye and tipped his chin down.
"Lick her."
Rose slid onto her stomach between his spread thighs, propped on her elbows, face inches from where his cock was disappearing into Jeanne.
"No... no no..."
Rose put her tongue flat against Jeanne's clit and dragged up, slow.
Jeanne's whole body jerked in his lap. Leon's grip on her thighs tightened, holding her open, holding her sunk down on his cock. Rose sealed her lips around Jeanne's clit and sucked. Then licked sideways across the base of his cock where it was disappearing into her. Then back up to the clit.
"Hh... ah... ah..."
Jeanne's hands flew blindly back over her head and tangled in his hair.
"Look down, Holy Maiden," Leon said in her ear. "Look at her doing that to you."
She looked. A small wrecked sound escaped her.
He started thrusting up into her in earnest then. Slow, deep, every stroke pulling his cock back through Rose's open mouth before it disappeared again. Jeanne sandwiched between his cock and Rose's tongue with nowhere to go. Rose's free hand had slipped down between her own thighs and was working herself in time.
"L... Leon... Rose... I'm..."
She came hard. Hips twisting, pussy clenching tight around his cock, a long broken sound torn out of her. Rose stayed on her clit through it, fingers white on Jeanne's thighs, until Jeanne was crying openly and pushing weakly at her head.
Rose pulled back with her chin shining, dragged her tongue up the base of his cock where it was buried in Jeanne, and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. The sight of her looking up at him from there, mouth wet with Jeanne, broke whatever was left.
Leon's grip on Jeanne's hips locked tight and he came inside her, balls drawing up, teeth at the back of her neck. Jeanne shuddered through another small wave with him, going slack against his chest.
Rose stayed where she was, mouth still working, lapping at Jeanne's pussy where Leon's cum was leaking around his softening cock. Cleaning her up, slow and unhurried, like it was nothing. Jeanne whimpered and twitched against his chest every time Rose's tongue dragged over her clit, oversensitive and ruined.
Leon let her work. He kept Jeanne settled in his lap, cock still buried inside her, breathing slow against her hair, and watched Rose's mouth move. After a couple of minutes he felt himself starting to harden again.
He lifted Jeanne off him in one easy motion and laid her down sideways across the pillows. She stayed where he put her, eyes closed, blouse open, thighs still spread.
Rose didn't break stride. She slid forward and kept her mouth on Jeanne's clit without missing a beat.
Leon got up onto his knees behind Rose. Took a cheek in each hand and spread her open, taking a good long look at her wet pussy and the tight pucker above it. Then his palm came down on her ass with a sharp crack.
Rose's hips jerked. The muffled yelp she made shot straight into Jeanne's clit and Jeanne's whole body twitched.
He did it again, harder, on the other cheek. The skin bloomed pink under his palm. Rose pushed her ass back against his hand without lifting her mouth.
Leon ran his palm over the heat he'd just put there, took her by the hips, lined his cock up against her pussy, and pushed in to the hilt.
Rose's whole body bowed forward. The groan she made into Jeanne vibrated straight up Jeanne's clit, and Jeanne jerked off the mattress with a sharp little cry.
Leon set the pace. Hard, deep, every stroke driving Rose's mouth back into Jeanne. The slap of his hips on her stockinged thighs filled the room. Rose's hands gripped the bedspread on either side of Jeanne's hips for purchase.
After a dozen strokes he leaned forward over her back, slid his hands up under her chest, and palmed both her tits. Squeezed them hard. Rolled her nipples between his fingers. Pulled her flush back against his chest so her whole upper body came up off Jeanne, head dropping back onto his shoulder.
Rose groaned out loud for the first time, mouth open and free. "Hah... ah..."
He held her there a beat, balls deep, hips grinding slow. Then pushed her shoulders down again.
Rose dropped back onto Jeanne's pussy and got her tongue going. Leon stayed bent over her with his hands on her tits, kneading rough, pinching her nipples between his fingers, and started fucking her in earnest. Long deep strokes, balls slapping the back of her thighs, every thrust pushing her tongue up Jeanne's clit.
Jeanne under them was a wreck. Her hands clawed up into Rose's hair this time and held her there.
"Hh... hh..."
The vibration of Rose's stifled moans buzzed through her clit on every thrust. Jeanne came again, smaller and sharper this time, fingers white in Rose's hair, hips jerking up off the mattress.
A few strokes more and Rose's arms gave out. She collapsed forward against Jeanne's belly, mouth hanging open against her hip, hips bucking back against Leon on their own. He felt her pussy clamp tight around his cock as she came hard, a long ragged groan torn out of her.
That was enough. Leon hauled her hips up against him, ground deep, and came inside her with a low sound at the back of her neck.
He stayed buried a long moment, breathing her in. Then started to ease out.
"Don't..." Rose's voice was wrecked, slurred into Jeanne's belly. "...stay. Sleep in me."
He paused, then sank back. Gathered her up against his chest, cock still buried, and rolled them both sideways onto the bed. Rose let out a long shaky sigh and went limp in his arms.
The candle by the window had burned to a stub. Jeanne's stockings were finally both off, somewhere on the floor with her boots and Rose's. The bedspread was bunched at the foot of the bed. Rose's stockings had given up partway down her thighs. Leon's shirt was lost in the dark.
Jeanne crawled in against Rose's front, half-asleep, blouse hanging open, and buried her face between Rose's breasts. She mumbled something against the soft skin that ended in pervert and went still.
The candle guttered out. The three of them stopped moving by degrees, slick and breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air, nothing else to say.
---
The next morning, the weather was bright and clear.
In the little courtyard, Laurier and Aura were locked in an intense sparring match.
Kureha stood off to the side, watching the bout, though her gaze kept drifting.
Watching the two of them grow more skilled by the day, her mind was on two other people entirely.
Jeanne and Rose... where have they gone? Given their personalities, they shouldn't be skipping morning training. What's going on?
It was nearly seven, and there was still no sign of them.
Even Leon...
At the thought of the man, Kureha shook her head.
Leon could be excused. After those back-to-back high-intensity runs through the Dungeon, plus all that had happened, he deserved to sleep in.
But... could Jeanne and Rose really be that worn out? That's... not likely... is it?
---
At that same moment, the two ladies Kureha was thinking of were only just dragging themselves up off the wrecked bedding.
White thigh-highs and flesh-toned stockings scattered across the floor, short boots and heels in disarray...
The sight that met their eyes turned both their faces crimson in an instant, and they scrambled to tidy up.
Ten minutes later.
They finally appeared at the top of the stairs, hair in a mess, rubbing sleepy eyes, yawning.
"Kureha, Laurier, Aura, good morning!"
Laurier and Aura, in perfect sync, stepped apart and answered in unison:
"Good morning, Sister Jeanne, Sister Rose."
Greetings done, Laurier gave the two of them a sly wink.
Clearly, she and Aura had already figured out last night's little bedtime story.
Being teased like this by her juniors, Jeanne's cheeks flushed, but she refused to back down, glaring right back.
By comparison, Rose, the elder sister, was far more composed. Her face didn't so much as ripple. She just wore that signature cunning smile of hers, her gaze sweeping meaningfully over the two elf girls until they squirmed in discomfort.
"Jeanne, Rose. You two got up awfully late today."
Kureha, in her training linens and carrying her ironwood sword, walked over.
The sweat at her temples showed that even without her usual training partners, she hadn't slacked on her morning practice one bit.
"Mm, there were some special circumstances today."
Rose drifted with a smile toward Kureha, nuzzling her cheek affectionately, then blew a soft breath against her ear:
"As for what kind of special circumstances... once you've experienced it yourself someday, you'll understand..."
What would an ascetic like Kureha know of teasing like this? The warm breath brushing her earlobe sent a rush of tingling weakness through her instantly.
Her whole body went limp, and the ironwood sword in her hand clattered to the ground.
"Wha, wha, what!?"
"Ro, Rose, you..."
"Hehe!"
Just as the ladies' cheerful commotion filled the courtyard once again...
Click...
Leon, yawning, pushed the door open and stepped out.
After a full night's rest, both physically and mentally, he was fully recovered.
He lazily enjoyed a moment of morning sunlight, then glanced at the backpacks and gear piled in the corner of the living room and let out a faint sigh.
"Time to get busy again."
"Tch, no helping it. That's all money sitting there."
After muttering to himself, he glanced through the window at the harmonious scene in the courtyard and gave a soft chuckle, heading straight into the washroom to clean up.
Better get moving, breakfast still needs to be made.
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