In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 162: [ - - ]

The last bleeding rays of the sun began to die as the town square remained quiet and peaceful.

The Blackfang Bandits who were usually unruly and brash were finally silent, and found themselves unable to tear their gaze away from the the sight in front of them.

They were supposed to be on patrol duty, ensuring no assassin ruined their Queen’s night, but the scene unfolding on the stone bench was far more captivating, and rare than any potential threat.

Leo held Belladonna close. The gold coin he had caught, from the nice little magic trick he pulled off was still in his hand, pressed tight against her back, sending a cold shiver to the searing heat radiating from her body.

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was a claim. It was a statement of ownership written in breath and tongue, a declaration that the woman in his arms, the woman who commanded armies, belonged solely to him.

"Mmph!" Belladonna gasped into his mouth, her hands gripping the lapels of his coat as if he were the only thing anchoring her to the spinning earth.

She melted against him, her formidable strength, the strength that could shatter bones and wield a greatsword like a twig, dissolved instantly into a puddle of feminine need.

This was the woman who had beheaded captains, laughed at nobles, and ruled the lawless Endless Forest with an iron fist. Now, she was trembling like a leaf because a man kissed her.

High above, nestled in the shadows of a chimney, a bandit nudged his partner, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Look at the Queen," he whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of awe and arousal. He could not help but have his hand rub over his pants, "I have seen her break a man’s arm for looking at her wrong. But look at her now... She looks so docile."

"Shut up," his partner hissed, though he couldn’t tear his eyes away either. He adjusted his grip on his crossbow, shifting his legs uncomfortably as his trousers grew tight, "If she hears you, she will skin you alive."

"She won’t hear anything," the first bandit muttered, as he continued rubbing himself subconsciously through his rough pants.

"Lok at her, she is too busy melting. Damn... seeing the Queen like that... it makes you respect the boy... Master even more, doesn’t it? To tame the lioness like that..."

"Damn... I want to fuck someone so bad," the second bandit finally tore his gaze away from Belladonna and and looked at the first.

Down below, Belladonna heard nothing. For her, the world outside the circle of Leo’s arms had ceased to exist.

Her world had narrowed down to the taste of Leo’s mouth, tasting the wine they had shared earlier, the scent of his sweat, and the overwhelming pressure of his hands on her body.

Finally Leo pulled back, breaking the kiss.

He pulled just enough to let Belladonna breathe, before pulling her bodily onto his lap. She straddled him easily, her crimson silk dress riding up her thighs, exposing the smooth, pale skin underneath to the cool night air.

"You are beautiful," Leo growled, his voice vibrating in his chest, his hands roaming over her curves with possessive entitlement.

He squeezed her ass, his fingers digging deep into the firm flesh beneath the softness. He traced the line of her spine through the thin silk, feeling every shiver that racked her frame.

Belladonna shuddered, pressing her heavy, soft breasts against his chest, seeking more friction, more contact. Her breath hitched in her throat, a ragged sound of need that she couldn’t suppress.

"Leo..." she whimpered, her eyes hazy and unfocused, filled with a desperate, hungry light. "Please..."

He didn’t let her talk. He attacked her neck, leaving a mark of his bite.

"Ummm!" Bella shuddered under the bite and she felt her pussy get wet.

To get rid of the itch in her pussy, she rubbed it against his crotch.

Leo sucked on the sensitive skin until she gasped. He moved down to the column of her throat, his tongue tracing the elegant line of bone before his teeth grazed the skin of her collarbone, sucking hard, leaving a red mark that would bruise nicely by morning, leaving a visible sign to everyone that she was taken.

"You are mine," he whispered against her skin, the vibration sending jolts of electricity down her spine, "Every inch of yours is mine."

He kissed the slope of her breast, teasing the deep cleavage exposed by the low-cut dress. His hot breath ghosted over her nipples through the fabric, making them harden instantly into diamond-hard peaks that strained against the silk.

"God! Damnit!" Belladonna has had enough. She cupped his face, her hands shaking, pulling him back up for a hungry, desperate kiss.

She devoured him, her tongue warring with his, tasting the lingering sweetness of the wine and the sharpness of his desire.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips, her voice breaking with raw vulnerability.

"Don’t ever leave me." She kissed him on his forehead.

"I can’t go back to being alone." She kissed him on his eyes.

I can’t be the Queen without my King. I am nothing without you."

Leo looked into her eyes. He saw the vulnerability there, the terrified girl hiding behind the Queen’s mask. He saw the trust she was placing in him, laying her heart bare in the middle of a city she had conquered.

"I am not going anywhere," he promised, his voice rough with sincerity.

"Even if you don’t want to, you are stuck with me, Bella."

Belladonna let out a shaky breath, a half-sob of relief. She slid off his lap, her silk dress rustling softly as she sank to her knees on the cold cobblestones. She didn’t care about the hardness of the ground biting into her knees. She didn’t care about the dirt staining the expensive hem of her dress.

Her fingers went to his belt.

On the rooftops, the bandits’ eyes went wide. Their jaws dropped.

Their Queen. The terrifying Belladonna. Was kneeling. In the middle of the town square. Like a common servant.

"By the Gods..." a bandit breathed, clutching his weapon tight, "She’s actually going to..."

"I have to see this."

Leo already knew about the bunch of bandits enjoying their performances. He saw the glint of eyes in the shadows, the subtle shifts of posture as his men realized what was about to happen.

He smirked. He didn’t mind an audience until now. It solidified his power, and proved his dominance. But whatever was about to happen now was between him and Bella. And he wanted a private world.

He reached into his inventory.

"Watch this," he whispered to Belladonna, winking.

He pulled out a bundle of shimmering, black fabric that seemed to absorb the moonlight.

[ITEM: Silent Shadow Cloak]

He whipped it through the air with a flourish.

The cloak expanded, defying physics. It grew larger and larger, billowing out like a dark storm cloud, stretching and warping until it was a massive dome of shadow, creating a perfectly sealed tent of darkness around the bench and the fountain’s edge.

Leo threw it over them.

To the outside world, the Warlord and his Queen simply vanished. One second they were there, bathed in light of the dying sun, on the verge of scandal. The next, there was nothing but empty air and the gentle sound of the fountain.

"Where did they go?" a bandit whispered, rubbing his eyes frantically. "Did he... use magic?"

"He’s a wizard," another muttered, terrified and aroused, his imagination running wild, "A sex wizard."

Under the cloak, it was a different world.

It was pitch black, a private tent of shadows about eight cubic meters in volume. The sounds of the city were muffled, distant, as if they were underwater.

But inside, every breath, every rustle of fabric, every wet sound was amplified tenfold. The air was thick and intimate, smelling of musk, perfume, and anticipation.

Belladonna finished undoing his belt, the buckle clicking loudly in the silence. She pushed his trousers down, freeing his cock. It sprang free, thick and throbbing, already leaking pre-cum, hard as iron.

She didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, wrapping her hand around the base, and took him into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Leo groaned, his head falling back against the stone bench, his hands gripping the edge of the seat.

The sensation was incredible. It was warm, wet, and enthusiastic. Belladonna attacked him with the same intensity she brought to a battlefield.

She didn’t wait and devoured the whole of his hard cock in one move. She bobbed her head, taking him deep, her tongue swirling around the head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a vacuum-like seal that threatened to pull his soul out through his cock.

It was messy. It was loud. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth working on him echoed in the small, enclosed space like a symphony of lust.

Slurp!

Gawk!

Leo reached down, tangling his hands in her thick, raven hair, "Oh God! Bella! You are so good!"

As she heard his praise, Bella picked up the pace, her throat relaxing to take more of him.

She gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull back. She pushed through it, eyes watering, determined to please him.

She used her hand to stroke the shaft her mouth couldn’t cover, twisting and pumping in rhythm with her tongue.

Leo arched his back, his hips bucking involuntarily. The pleasure built rapidly, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to drown him. The visual of the Bandit Queen on her knees, worshipping him in the dark, was too much.

"Bella..." he warned, his voice tight, "I am close."

She didn’t stop. She sucked harder, humming a vibration against his sensitive tip that nearly sent him over the edge right then and there.

"Fuck!"

Leo grabbed her hair tight, holding her head in place. He thrust his hips forward, driving deep into her throat, past her defenses. He released, pouring himself into her, wave after wave of heat.

Belladonna swallowed it all. She moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his cock.

She drank him down like he was the water of life, cleaning him off with worshipful licks, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.