401 Chapter 66 - Doing Naughty Stuff With Elise (4)
Leon's cock trembled deep inside my ass, and I felt his grip on my hips tighten, digging into my skin as he took full control. His thick meat pulsed violently, and suddenly, I was filled with the hot rush of his cum spilling into me.
"Higah?! Ah, ahh, uoooon, uooooooonnh!"
A raw, animalistic scream tore from my throat, my body collapsing against the floor. Leon's cock kept throbbing, pumping more of his seed into me, each pulse sending shockwaves of pleasure through me as I shuddered under him.
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Leon's POV
"Mmmm, yeah, mmmm..."
Elise straddled me, her body trembling with effort as she rode me, her hips grinding desperately. With my cock buried deep in her ass, she struggled to keep her balance, her movements shaky, unsteady.
Her face was a mess—sweat, tears, and drool mixed together, dripping down her chin. She was biting her lip so hard, trying to hold back her moans, but her eyes betrayed her—full of lust, completely lost in the moment. The elegant beauty she once was had disappeared, replaced by this needy, desperate woman, all for me.
"Ah, ah~, ah, ah... Haa, haa, ha~a..."
Her legs spread wide in an "M" shape as she squatted over me, but her strength was fading fast. Her hips slowed, her body trembling as she gasped for air, her chest heaving. Her eyes blazed with raw need, completely different from the calm, composed woman she once was.
"Leon, aaaah~ Leonnnn~ Aaaah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...!"
She was getting used to it now, her hips moving smoother, finding a rhythm. Still, her tight little ass felt so different from a pussy. When I thrust deep into her back hole, there was no end, just a tightness around the entrance, and I knew I had to hit the right angle to really drive her crazy.
My character pressed the blade against her throat, her face cold and resolute.
"Because no matter how dark it gets, humanity still deserves a second chance," she replied.
"Ugh, that line's so corny. I'd never actually say something like that," I grumbled, rolling my eyes.
But those words—those lines—they were mine once. Back when I defeated Lilith and stopped her from wiping out this world. This woman had the same agenda as her, the same desperation.
"But you're my sister! Why are you helping them and leaving your own flesh and blood behind?!" she screamed.
"I'm sorry, but I've never once thought of you as my real sister," my character said flatly, right before swinging the sword and slicing her head clean off.
Blood splattered across the screen, and then... nothing. The game cut to a series of rushed, patched-up scenes before rolling the credits.
"Ugh. What a shitty ending," I scoffed, tossing the controller aside. That final scene? Could've been way better. It felt so unfinished, so hollow. It reminded me too much of my life. Did I ever truly think of Lilith as my sister? She was there when I grew up, but... no, there was no point in thinking about all that now.
The past was dead, and all that mattered was the present.
I stood up and walked out of my chamber, stretching my limbs, yawning as I passed the soldiers. They stood at attention, saluting with rigid postures.
Stepping onto the balcony, I looked down at the courtyard below where countless soldiers—hundreds of thousands—trained in formation, their movements sharp and precise. The preparation was intense, like they were gearing up for war. And they were. War was coming, and it wasn't far off.
We were really going to war.
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