Chapter 405: The Second Wife (2)

A massive king-sized bed dominated the space—something Leon had placed here, completely new from his inventory, originally from one of the Seraphine’s luxurious palace quarters.

Leon gently placed Ira on the mattress, and she sat at the edge.

The moment she settled, Ira felt the incredible softness of the surface beneath her.

"Wow!"

Her reaction was like an excited child discovering something wonderful. She started bouncing up and down on the bed experimentally, testing the springiness of the mattress, which she had never seen or felt before.

BOUNCE! BOUNCE!

Her enthusiastic movement made her large breasts jiggle noticeably with each bounce.

Leon watched the sight, and his dick couldn’t help but respond, beginning to harden despite his attempt at maintaining composure.

That’s... distracting.

Still bouncing slightly, Ira asked with genuine curiosity, "This is so soft and bouncy! Leon, what are we going to do? How do you make love? Teach me—I can’t wait!"

Her excitement was palpable and endearing.

Leon had already activated a sound-dampening barrier around his entire constructed building the moment they’d entered. He was genuinely worried about noise potentially leaking out and making others wonder what was happening inside.

The concept of sex seems distant to Pyrrhans based on everything I’ve observed. Though a stray thought does arrive—their tribe HAS come into contact with the outside world hundreds of years ago, so they should theoretically know about conventional intercourse. But it’s weird that it never came up...

Maybe it was just a coincidence. Those outside people had only come here to fight monsters and collect loot, so it was entirely possible the Pyrrhans simply hadn’t learned about alternative intimacy methods from brief violent encounters.

The chances seem slim, but possible.

Well, he didn’t need to think deeply about cultural knowledge gaps right now. His main focus was Ira—teaching her everything about how to make love with him in the human way.

Her eager eyes told him she was ready and willing to do whatever he was going to teach her.

Leon leaned forward, bringing his face extremely close to hers. His lips were mere inches away from hers, close enough that she could feel his warm breath.

Ira’s voice came out slightly breathless.

"Are you going to touch your lips with mine again, Leon? It was weird when you did that before. Is that how you make love?"

Leon answered simply, "Yes... but not quite."

Then he directly kissed her without trying to explain further, deciding demonstration would be more effective than description.

PRESS...

His lips met hers softly but firmly.

Ira felt that same weird and warm sensation she’d experienced during the brief peck earlier. It was strange and unfamiliar, but she genuinely liked it.

Still nothing compared to our Pyrrhan way, obviously. But this is... nice in its own different way.

She didn’t voice that comparison aloud and simply followed along with what he was doing.

Then suddenly, Leon’s voice appeared directly in her mind through their telepathic link.

Open your mouth a little.

This didn’t surprise her at all—she knew how to use mental communication, too. It was a fairly common method among them.

Her reply came mentally as well.

Okay.

Her lips parted slightly, and Leon followed through immediately, deepening the kiss.

It became noticeably more sensual. His tongue entered her mouth slowly, exploring.

Ira felt the intrusion and decided to simply let him continue, curious where this was going.

ZZZZAP!

The moment his tongue made direct contact with hers, she felt a powerful jolt of lightning shoot through her entire body—pleasure sparking along every nerve ending.

"Mhhmmm!"

The moan escaped involuntarily.

I was thinking their human methods would be less pleasurable compared to our way, but just now I felt REALLY good. That was incredible!

Leon’s calm voice entered her mind again through their connection.

Follow along. Move your tongue with mine.

His tongue was playing with hers—circling, stroking, exploring every surface. She joined in enthusiastically now, mimicking his movements and following his lead instinctively.

She began sucking on his lips as well, experimenting with the sensations.

"Mmhhmm..."

SLURP... SLURP...

She’s a natural at this.

From time to time, jolts of electricity seemed to hit her body directly—sharp spikes of pleasure that made her gasp into the kiss and press closer against him.

Their lips parted slowly after the deep, exploratory kiss, a thin strand of saliva stretching between them before snapping wetly.

Ira’s crimson eyes fluttered open, hazy and dilated, her deep red hair slightly disheveled and framing her flushed red face. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, the blue medical-like top—tied snugly around her full, heaving breasts with white symbols glowing faintly—rising and falling rapidly.

The fabric strained against her big, soft boobs, the white cloth panties beneath her waist-tied lower garment already growing damp from the unfamiliar heat building between her thighs.

Leon couldn’t help but admire her.

She stared up at Leon, lips swollen and glistening, a soft, bewildered smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. That strange, warm jolt from his tongue against hers lingered, sparking faint echoes of electricity along her nerves.

It wasn’t like their Pyrrhan connection—raw, overwhelming energy shared through marks and intent—but this... this was intimate in a way that made her skin tingle, her body hum with something new and insistent.

"Leon..." she breathed, voice husky and breathless, her chiseled yet curvy body shifting slightly beneath him on the soft bed. The white markings on her red skin—ritual swirls that left her face bare—seemed to pulse faintly with her quickened pulse.

"I... I want more. Whatever that was with our mouths... it felt so good. Like sparks inside me. Do it again?"

Her words were innocent, laced with pure curiosity and budding hunger.

She had no frame of reference for this—no whispers of "kissing" or "foreplay" from her tribe’s traditions, where intimacy was a direct surge of life force, not this slow, teasing build. But gods, she craved it already, her lower stomach twisting with an ache she couldn’t name.

Leon’s heterochromatic eyes darkened with desire, a low rumble vibrating in his chest as he watched her—those crimson eyes wide and trusting, her full lips parted in invitation.