Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 6: Morning Bath [R-18]

Morning Bath.

The sun's early rays streamed through the high arched window, painting golden lines on the silken sheets. The gentle heat brushed against Rias's naked skin, causing her to move slightly under the blankets.

Leon was already awake.

He lay on his side and observed her.

Her scarlet hair fanned across the pillow like a blazing halo. Her light lashes trembled, and a tiny, pleased sigh escaped her mouth as she opened her eyes slowly.

Those eyes—deepest crimson, burning with longing and flame—met his.

For an instant, she blinked, dazed.

Then recollection smote. Like lightning.

Last night.

Her skin flushed at the memories returned. His hand. Her sobs. The ecstasy. The tears of bliss she'd believed she'd never be permitted to cry.

And most of all... his acceptance.

She softly gasped, tugging on the sheets, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

Leon's smirk. "Good morning, sweetheart."

Her eyes opened in shock. "D-Daddy..."

He smoothed a curl of hair from behind her ear, his hand remaining on her cheek. "You slept so peacefully. I couldn't look away."

Rias bit down hard on her lip, her cheeks aflame. "I thought... perhaps it was a dream."

He drew closer, touching his lips to her forehead. "No dream. Now on, every inch of your is mine... only mine."

Her spine chilled.

Her mind whirled madly—pictures of their initial encounter running through her mind.

She'd been nothing back then.

A hollow-cheeked girl in the street, begging for a crumb. She'd glimpsed him—a nobleman with an icy stare and an overpowering presence. But in a crowd of a thousand, he alone hadn't passed her by.

He'd stood still.

And in that single instant, her destiny was forged.

He'd brought her in, not as a maid or a servant... but as a daughter. Or so he said.

But she never was his daughter. Not really.

To her, From the beginning, he was always everything to her. Defender. Addiction. The unattainable sun she yearned to adore with every fiber of her being.

Through the years, her infatuation grew into something sinister. Something profound. Something desperate.

But every time she dared to get near him to let him know— he politely rebuffed her.

But last night, finally, he welcomes her.

She leaned forward, her fingers shaking as she touched his chest. "Thank you... for this gift. For finally noticing me."

Leon's face softened, yet desire still danced in his eyes. "You were always going to be mine. Perhaps, I am silly before don't see and didn't want to accept you. But, no more, you belong to me now... forever"

She beamed, flushed and delighted. "I'm happy you finally accept me."

Then a quick gasp slipped from her lips and Her train of thought was derailed as she felt it suddenly.

A gentle pressure.

Like Something warm and thick glided between her legs, opening her folds softly—entering her womanhood.

Her eyes went wide.

"Ah...!" she breathed, body arching.

Her thighs gripped.

Her eyes went wide as she realized—his fingers were moving between her legs again, tracing her folds with slow, slow, teasing strokes.

"D-Daddy...!" she gasped, shuddering.

Leon's smile grew wider, voice husky and taunting. "Already so wet? What are you thinking about, sweetheart?"

She wiggled, face hidden in his shoulder, moaning softly. "Y-You... You're too handsome... and..."

"Sweet Liar," he whispered, his fingers tracing between her folds with excruciating gentleness.

She screamed, legs shaking, breathing in ragged gasps. Her body shook as his fingers stroked within her—slow, curling, knowing exactly where she was most vulnerable. She thrust into him, nails digging deep into his back.

"You're still so sensitive..." he whispered, lips against her ear. "You're quite warm here..." he breathed, his fingers moving in slow, circular motions. "Tight... soft... your folds keep clings my fingers. Greedy little thing."

She moaned once more, shivering. "It feels too good..."

He breathed into her ear. "You want more?"

She nodded wildly, her legs spreading wider, opening to him.

His hand manipulated her slowly, expertly—until her back curled and she gasped, her entire - body tensing.

"Aaah—Daddy, I-I'm going to—!"

Her hips convulsed. And she came.

A stifled cry rang out into the morning air as her body convulsed, a second climax washing over her. He held her through it, patient and satisfied.

When her breathing returned to normal, Leon slowly withdrew his hand, bringing it up before her scarlet eyes.

"See this, sweetheart?" he whispered.

Her eyes fell. Her breath caught.

His fingers were wet with her moisture.

"I-it's embarrassing..." she mumbled.

But even then, her eyes fell lower—where the outline of his arousal bulged beneath his robe, hard and pulsating.

She stretched out tentatively, her fingers skimming against him.

"You must be... hurting, Daddy..."

Leon's jaw flexed as her hand closed around him through the robe. "It's okay. I'll get through it."

She shook her head. "No. Let me... take care of you."

Before he could talk, she sat up, but he was quicker—picking her up in his arms as if she were weightless.

"Wha—?" she cried out, shocked.

Leon got up from the bed, holding her close in a princess carry. Her soft body against his bare chest, her arms wrapped around him instinctively.

Her face changed from shock to happiness.

She enjoyed being carried this way.

"W-Where are we going?" she asked in a breathless voice.

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He grinned. "You need a bath, obviously. My little mess-maker must be washed."

Her cheeks blazed. "Daddy..."

They entered the lavishly appointed marble bathroom. Steam already clouded the air, rising from the sunken tub, which glowed with soft, enchanted heat.

Leon put her down carefully on the rim of the tub and started to undress her.

He pulled the silk off her shoulders, watching it glide down her body.

Her smooth skin shone in the dim light. Her breasts—round, full, capped with pink—rose and fell with every breath. Her waist was small, hips large, legs smooth and muscular.

Between her legs, her womanhood was smooth-shaven, pink, and still faintly shining with past arousal.

Leon hesitated, gazing at her.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

Rias swallowed hard but smiled. "Then it's only fair I get to see you too..."

Leon laughed, opening his robe.

As it glided away, his chiseled form was revealed. Wide chest, muscular, hard and lower... his fat, six-inch member in arousal stood erect, veined and throbbing.

Rias breathed softly; eyes on it. "You're so..." she swallowed, ".big."

Leon grinned on her remark then he got into the bath and extended his hand. She accepted it, stepping into the water with him.

As she settled onto his lap, her back to his chest, his length against her ass and outer covering of her womanhood.

She squirmed a little, causing him to groan.

The water lapped softly around them, flavored with herbs and steam.

In a moment, Rias turned around and overlapped his lap, her scarlet eyes wide with something between nervousness and desire.

"Daddy... I want to help you," she said shyly. "Can I... try?"

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Try what?"

She nibbled on her lip. Then hesitantly, she slid down in the water, between his legs.

Leon's breath caught. When he witnessed this sex scene.

Rias reached out—nervously, trembling fingers—and leaned against his penis nervously as it was the first time for her.

She leaned forward, lips pressed a kiss to the tip of him. Soft. Timid.

Leon gasped, his jaw clenched.

"Rias..." he murmured; hoarse voice.

"Did I do it right?" she asked, ruby eyes looking up.

He couldn't talk. He nodded.

She was emboldened, opening her lips slowly and taking more of him into her hot mouth. Unskilled at first, her tongue danced over him, her head bobbing with shy hunger. Any little move—trembling, loving, crazed—sent shivers coursing through his nerves.

Leon's hand lost itself in her hair, weaving through the wet ruby locks. "Just like that... good girl..."

Her lips moved more quickly now, cheeks hollow with struggle, attempting to please him the best way she knew how.

He groaned—deep and animalistic.

She was his forbidden fruit.

And she had offered herself to him with everything inside of her.

Then, in a couple more minutes, Leon's breath caught. His hold on her hair tightened a bit. "Rias... I'm going to—"

She didn't draw back.

She took it—his release—without so much as a flinch.

And when she stepped back, licking her lips with a mixture of innocence and wicked pride, Leon was speechless.

"You taste warm... sort of bitter but sweet," she said, leaning her head with a flushed smile.

He chuckled softly. "You're trouble, you know that?"

She crawled back into his lap, arms around his neck, breasts against his chest. "Do you... feel better now?"

He nodded, his arms going around her waist. "Much."

But then his hand wandered lower, cupping her from behind, fingers brushing against the silky folds of her womanhood beneath the water.

"You helped me, sweetheart... Shouldn't I pay you back?"

Rias's breath was caught in her throat. "D-Daddy..." Her breath was caught. Her scarlet eyes darted up to his, wide and unsure, but blazing with desire. But, she nodded slightly.

Leon's breathing was unsteady as he led her to sit on the edge of the bathtub, water pouring off her curves. She shivered at the touch of the cool air on her skin, but it was nothing to the blaze that was rising inside her.

He knelt between her thighs, pounding heart and he spoke in mind.

This is... my first time viewing a woman like this.

Not in this world—but ever. In his previous life, he'd perished a virgin. The body he currently occupied had issue – erectile dysfunction, and so, it had never experienced such desire.

But now... her smell doused him. Sweet. Raw. Mad-making.

Rias shuddered, legs spreading open at his soft cajoling. She was so open, so bare—and yet no fear showed in her eyes. Only trust. And something more. Adoration.

"D-Daddy..." she breathed.

He looked into her eyes. "You're lovely."

Then he leaned forward, kissing the inside of her thigh. Her breath caught.

Another kiss—nearer.

And then.

She moaned softly as his lips touched her most intimate spot. His tongue danced with hesitant exploration initially—hungry, probing, savoring her. Her legs trembled, and her fingers wrapped in his hair.

Leon was gone.

The flavor. The warmth. The way her body responded—twitching, gasping, holding on to him as if he were the sole firm ground in her tempest.

His frustrations in the life he'd left behind were forgotten. Here, now, he was free of weakness. He was master. And she—his dear, crazed little flame—was his to adore.

Rias moaned, head lolling back, chest heaving and falling with each tremulous breath.

"Ahhh... Daddy... I can't... I'm gonna—!"

And then she shattered.

Her body arched, a cry escaping her lips as waves of pleasure washed through her. Leon held her, drinking in every drop, every twitch, until her breathing steadied and her hold on him relaxed.

He drew back, meeting her dazed eyes.

Then he leaned forward, brushing away wet clumps of auburn hair from her face, his thumb remaining lightly on her cheek. She was warm-skinned, her eyes quivering. And at that instant, as she came forward, their lips touched—soft, uncertain, untried.

It wasn't hurried or uncontrolled. It was slow—longingly slow. Their mouths collided like homecoming lovers reunited in a fantasy, gentle and seeking. Rias whimpered at the kiss, her fingers constricting in his soggy hair. Her mouth had a taste of desire and sugar, her form melting into him. Leon pulled her nearer, furthering the kiss, and her mouth parted with ease for him.

Tongues sparred, breaths intermixed, and the throb between them intensified.

And when at last they retreated, both of them panting, she smiled softly. Even so, she panted, eyes wide, dazed with happiness and surprise. "D-Daddy...," she breathed, voice shaking with emotion. "That... was nice," she breathed.

Leon smiled, forehead against hers. "Yeah. It was."

"I'm... so happy...," she breathed.

Leon kissed her forehead affectionally and smiled on her remark.

She gazed up at him, eyes shining. "Then you're not going to leave me, right?"

He smiled, pushing her dripping hair back. "I won't. You're my little devil... and I'll love you till the end of the world."

Rias smiled, tears falling even as she softly giggled. "Then I'll love you forever, Daddy."

He nodded, pulling her into his arms. "Much."

They lay like that a little longer in the tub, just breathing in each other. The heat of the water held around them like a chrysalis, their hearts pounding a little quicker, a little harder.

When the water chilled and the moment passed gently, Leon picked her up in his arms—princess-style, her wet flesh against his chest as she breathed softly.