Chapter 408: The Second Wife (5)

Leon’s mouth released her nipple with a wet pop, saliva trailing from the glistening peak. He looked up, eyes locking on hers—calm, reassuring amid the storm.

"Just let it go, Ira. Don’t try to stop it—everything’s good. You’re going to feel great. Just be calm... and enjoy."

His words washed over her like cool water, easing the edge of panic. The pleasure was becoming too intense—dangerous, overwhelming, like her mind might shatter. But she trusted him. Okay... let it come...

Leon dove back in—sucking hard on her boob once more, tongue lashing the nipple. His two fingers inside her pussy sped up, curling and thrusting with expert rhythm, thumb now brushing her throbbing clit through the displaced cloth.

Sqelch~ Sqelch~ Sqelch~

Her moans escalated—louder, more frantic, filling the room. "Ahh~! Leon—it’s... it’s coming—AAHHH~!"

At the peak, Leon bit down gently on her nipple—teeth grazing just enough to spark a final ZZZZAP—while his free hand pinched the other hard.

The dam broke.

Ira’s back arched to its absolute limit, body convulsing as her pussy clenched hard around his fingers. A gush of hot, clear slick squirted out—Squirt~ Squirt~—soaking his hand, her white panties, and the sheets beneath as he pulled his fingers free just in time. The orgasm crashed through her like a tribulation bolt—mind blanking, vision whiting out, every nerve screaming in ecstasy.

"LEOOOOON—AAAAAHHHH~!!!"

The moan was primal, echoing off the walls—a sound of pure, shattering release. Her chiseled body trembled violently, big boobs heaving, red skin slick with sweat, crimson eyes rolling back.

She collapsed limp onto the bed, panting, aftershocks rippling through her core. What... was that? her thoughts swirled hazily. It felt like... dying and being reborn. Better than anything... I want it again. Forever.

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Ira lay there on the impossibly soft bed, her chiseled yet curvy red body limp and trembling, every muscle quivering from the aftershocks of that shattering release. Her deep red hair splayed wildly across the petals like spilled wine, white ritual markings on her skin glowing faintly with residual energy—swirls that traced her full hips, toned abs, and the undersides of her massive, heaving boobs.

The blue medical-like top hung loose around her waist now, the chest tie undone, leaving her big, soft breasts fully exposed and flushed, dark crimson nipples stiff and glistening from Leon’s saliva. Below, her white cloth panties clung damply to her mound, soaked through with her own slick release, the fabric translucent against her smooth, hairless red pussy lips.

She panted heavily, crimson eyes half-lidded and dazed, staring up at the ceiling as if it held answers to the storm that had just ripped through her. What... was that? her thoughts swirled in a hazy fog.

It felt like lightning exploding inside me—from my chest, from... down there. Like my whole body was on fire, but the good kind. The best kind. I didn’t know I could feel like this... like I’m floating and breaking all at once. Is this what humans do? Gods, I want it again. Already. It’s like I’m addicted...

Leon hovered over her, his bare, sculpted chest rising and falling steadily—his top long discarded in a crumpled heap on the floor.

His pants strained obscenely at the front, the fabric tented and stretched to its limit by the monstrous bulge beneath, the outline of his 10-inch veiny cock visible even through the thick material, the thick head pushing insistently against the seam like it might burst free any second.

He watched her closely, heterochromatic eyes soft with concern and hunger, one hand still resting possessively on her thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles on her red skin.

She was calming now—breaths evening out, the wild tremors fading to soft shivers. But he gave her little time to fully recover; the intensity had been too much for her first time cumming, he knew. Her innocence shone through in the way her body still twitched faintly, pussy lips fluttering visibly through the damp panties, a small puddle of her squirt darkening the sheets beneath her ass.

First orgasm... and she took it like a goddess. Fuck, she’s perfect—clueless but so responsive. Can’t rush the main event, but gods, I need to feel my Ira inside soon.

Leaning down, he pressed a soft peck to her swollen lips—just a gentle brush, tasting the salt of her sweat and the faint sweetness of her release on her breath. She sighed into it, eyes fluttering fully open to meet his gaze, calmer now but still glazed with wonder.

"Shall we move on to the main thing?" he murmured against her mouth, voice low and teasing, a warm smile curving his lips. His hand slid up her thigh, fingers brushing the edge of her soaked panties, making her jolt faintly.

Ira blinked up at him, thoughts still spinning from the high. Main thing? This... this was it, right? That explosion inside me... I loved it. Felt like I could do it forever—addicted already, the way it made my whole body sing. But his words hit her like a spark—main thing, as if what she’d just experienced was merely a prelude, a warmup to something even more.

Her red skin flushed deeper, a tremble racing through her curvy frame, fear and anticipation twisting hot in her gut. Her wet pussy clenched involuntarily, a fresh trickle of slick seeping into her panties at the unknown promise.

More? Bigger than that? What could possibly... oh gods, my body’s already aching again. Scary... but I want it. For him.

She had no words—throat too raw from moaning, mind too foggy. Instead, she nodded cutely, crimson eyes wide and trusting, biting her lower lip in that innocent way that made his cock twitch harder against his pants.

Leon’s smile widened, affection mixing with raw lust. So eager... so mine. He sat up slightly, pulling her with him until she perched on the bed’s edge, her big boobs jiggling softly with the movement. "Here," he guided gently, taking her hand in his—her fingers small and warm against his palm—and pressing it to the straining front of his pants.

"Help me with this."

Ira’s touch was tentative at first, palm flattening against the hot, throbbing bulge. She felt it pulse under her hand—like a living thing, thick and insistent, the fabric stretched so taut she could trace every veiny ridge through it. Curiosity overrode any shyness; her fingers explored, squeezing lightly, feeling the sheer size of it—half-exposed already at the waistband, the fat, flushed head peeking out like a promise of something massive and unknown.

Her crimson eyes locked onto it, widening in fascination and a flicker of awe. The white markings on her hand seemed to glow as she touched him, her deep red hair falling forward to curtain her flushed face.

"What... what is this big thing, Leon?" she asked, voice soft and breathy, curiosity laced with innocent wonder. Her free hand joined the first, one sliding under the waistband to brush the exposed skin—hot, velvety, the thick vein throbbing under her fingertips like a heartbeat.

"It’s... so warm. And hard. Like it’s alive... does it feel good when I touch it?"

The moment her small hand wrapped around the exposed head—squeezing experimentally—Leon grunted low and deep, hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Nngh... fuck, yes—so good..."

Ira’s eyes snapped up to his face, surprise flickering through her at the raw pleasure in his voice—the way his jaw clenched, eyes darkening.