The World Is Mine For The Taking

Rose's POV

Leon's voice rang out with a bold, unwavering assertiveness when he said those words to me. There was this quiet confidence laced in his tone that made something stir deep inside me. My cheeks flared with sudden heat, and I didn't even understand why... I mean, he was younger than me. That alone should've made his cocky attitude irritating. And it did... but weirdly enough, that just made my heart race even more.

Just how deeply do I feel for this guy, that even something so small could make me react this much? It was insane. I must really, truly be in love with him... with everything I am. My entire heart, my whole soul… it had to be wrapped around him already. Nothing else explained how just hearing him talk like that could twist my insides like this.

"You're so cute, Rose," he said suddenly.

I froze. Why was he saying something so shameless?

Me? Cute?

I didn't even know how to respond. There was no way he actually meant that, right? I wasn't cute. I had muscles, broad shoulders, and hands calloused from training. I didn't carry myself with the soft, delicate elegance that Princess Titania did. I didn't have Yr's cute face, or Trill's femininity. Compared to them, I was just... plain. Rugged. Far from girly.

And yet... the way he said it… the way his eyes looked at me when those words left his mouth… it did something to me. Something wicked.

A slow, pulsing warmth began to throb between my thighs. My inner muscles tensed instinctively, like my body was responding to something I hadn't even fully processed yet. What the hell was actually wrong with me? Was I seriously getting turned on just because he called me cute?

Then, everything changed in an instant.

He stepped forward and closed the distance between us, his face dipping toward mine. His hand found my waist as he gently pushed me back, pressing my body against the nearby wall. And then... he kissed me.

It was slow at first. Gentle. But then it deepened, turned erotic. Our lips moved together with growing hunger, and soon our mouths opened wider, tasting one another fully. Our tongues brushed, mingled, and saliva slicked the corners of my lips. I didn't care. I couldn't care. All that existed in that moment was him and the electric rush exploding through my chest.

I felt like I was dissolving.

Without even thinking, one of my legs lifted, sliding up and wrapping around his hips. I didn't even realize what I'd done until my thigh was pressed tight against his side. It just happened. My body had taken over.

"Leon…" I breathed, barely audible, when our lips finally parted. His gaze locked onto mine. My face must've looked absolutely dazed, like I was melting with my entire expression undone.

I wanted to cover my face and hide it from him, but it was already too late. He'd seen everything.

And the worst part was that I didn't even care.

All I wanted now was for him to strip me bare. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. I wanted him to claim every last piece of me.

That's when his fingers slid up beneath the hem of my top, beginning to lift it off.

I blinked. My breath hitched. "W-Wait, here…?"

He didn't even pause.

"Don't worry," he said smoothly. "This is a place where no employees can enter. We can fuck here all we want, and no one's going to come in or bother us."

Those words—crude and direct as they were—made something inside me tremble. It was shameless, but for some reason… I found myself leaning into it. Swayed by his confidence, his certainty and his sheer dominance.

Slowly, he peeled my top away, exposing more and more skin until only my bra remained. Cool air licked across my bare skin, making my nipples harden beneath the fabric. My breathing grew unsteady and shallow.

Then, he crouched slightly, hands moving to my waist again, this time unfastening my belt. I stared down at him with wide eyes, but I didn't stop him. I couldn't. My body felt too weak and too feverish to resist.

He tugged my pants down in one swift motion.

"Ah…!"

I gasped as the cold air struck my now-exposed thighs. I shivered on instinct. I was already a little sweaty from the heat of the moment, and now that my pants were off, I knew the dampness between my legs would be even worse.

But Leon didn't hesitate. His head dipped lower, face nearing the most sensitive part of me. The place where my thighs met.... hidden only by the thin, soaked fabric of my panties.

"Ngh~…"

My back arched as I felt him inhale deeply against me. The idea that he might be smelling me—right there—was almost too much. It was dirty, perverted… and yet it sent a shiver racing down my spine.

What did that make me, if I found it arousing? A pervert too, I guess...

"Ngh… Ah, Leon…~ S-Stop… Ah!"

My voice broke as his tongue flicked out, trailing a slow, deliberate line over my covered vagina. The fabric clung to my wetness, and his tongue pressed hard against it, savoring it like he was starving.

It felt so good... too good.

I squirmed, hands weakly pressing against his head, trying to push him away. But I couldn't put any real force behind it. I didn't want to.

"Stop…~" I moaned again, voice trembling with both shame and pleasure.

But even as I said that, it felt too good. I couldn't push his head away... not seriously. My hands trembled as they moved to his shoulders, but the effort to resist was half-hearted at best.

"Haaannnnn~!!!"

I tried—gods, I really tried—not to let it slip. But even as I covered my mouth with both trembling hands, the moan escaped, muffled only slightly by my palms. My chest shuddered, and my breath caught in my throat as the overwhelming pleasure surged through me.

And then I looked down.

Leon was right there between my legs, his mouth locked onto my dripping core, his tongue moving with deliberate, tantalizing strokes as he stared up at me with eyes filled with hunger and a wicked kind of satisfaction.

My cheeks burned from embarrassment. I should've felt shy, ashamed even… But in that moment, I didn't care. I just couldn't bring myself to.

"Aaaaahhhh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhh~! I'm going to…~!"

The pressure building deep within my core reached its peak like a wave ready to crash. My body tensed, back arching sharply as my climax rushed through me like lightning.

"Hmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~!!!!"

My moan echoed down the dim hallway, loud and full of ecstasy. My thighs clamped around his face, but that didn't stop me from squirting... hard. My juices sprayed out in pulses, splattering all over his face, coating him completely in my release. The sight of it made my head spin with a twisted mix of embarrassment and satisfaction.

He stood up, unfazed, with a confident smirk, his face glistening with my orgasm.

Meanwhile, I crumbled.

My legs buckled beneath me, too weak to hold me up after that intense orgasm. My whole body felt like jelly with every nerve buzzing, my breath heavy and ragged. I collapsed, slumping to the floor, drool trickling from the corner of my mouth as I gasped for air.

Then, slowly—casually—Leon unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

Ahhhh…

And then it hit me.

That scent.

It was strong, raw, and masculine. The thick musk filled my nostrils and wrapped itself around my brain like a fog. Now I understood why he'd been drawn to my scent even through the sweat... it was intoxicating.

And now… just from smelling his penis, I felt dizzy. My brain buzzed, thoughts dissolving into white noise. It was like a switch flipped inside me, like something deep and primal woke up.

Before I even realized it, I leaned forward, pressing my face against the thick shaft. I dragged my tongue slowly over the tip, and the moment I tasted him, my mouth flooded with saliva.

I couldn't stop drooling.

Strings of spit slipped from my lips as I licked him again, then again, the tip of my tongue swirling over his head, savoring the salty taste. And as I did, I looked up at him—just like he had done earlier when he was eating me out.

Seeing his expression twist as I teased his cock with my tongue made something throb inside me. Watching him tense up, bite his lip, and shudder, it made my own pussy clench hard. Just from watching him feel good… I started cumming again.

What was this sensation? It was addicting. So good and so raw—it was like my mind was boiling, steaming with lust until my thoughts blurred into heat.

I kept licking, almost mindlessly, and my hand slipped down to my soaked panties. I started rubbing myself, shamelessly masturbating while licking him like a depraved mess.

Every twitch of his cock, every soft grunt and moan from him only pushed me closer to another high.

And then I felt it.

His cock twitched

And hard.

I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth wide, lips stretching around his shaft as I swallowed him whole, pushing him deep into my throat.

That's when it happened.

His cum shot out like a loaded gun, the first thick spurt slamming into the back of my throat with such force that my vision blurred. My mind went completely blank, my eyes rolled back, and my body trembled.

There was so much of it.

It was thick, warm, and poured into my mouth like molten lava, filling every corner until I couldn't hold anymore. The weight of it was dizzying. My cheeks puffed out slightly from the volume, and I moaned low into his cock.

"Blee…"

I pulled back slowly, his cock slipping wetly from my mouth, and opened wide to show him the creamy load still sitting on my tongue. Thick, sticky strings of cum stretched from my lips to his cock as I tilted my head back.

"Good. Now drink."

His voice was deep and commanding.

And I did.

Without breaking eye contact, I closed my lips and swallowed every last drop.