Each time she came—squirting, screaming, convulsing—he filled her again, cum leaking from her overused pussy in thick globs, painting her thighs, stomach, boobs white.

She sucked him between rounds—kneeling, throat working around his cock, gagging but refusing to stop—until he erupted down her throat, thick loads she swallowed greedily.

Glrk~ Glrk~ Glrk~

By the end—after countless orgasms, after he’d filled her womb over and over—Seraphine reached her absolute limit. One final, shattering climax tore through her—pussy gushing around his cock, back arching to its maximum, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling as mind-numbing bliss consumed her.

"LEOOOON—TOO MUCH—I CAN’T—AAAAAHHHH~!!!"

She passed out instantly—body going limp, a serene, utterly fucked-stupid smile on her flushed face.

Leon slowed—breathing ragged—cock still buried deep, twitching with aftershocks. He kissed her temple softly, then gently pulled out with a wet, obscene pop—mixed cum gushing from her gaping, red pussy in thick rivulets, pooling beneath her.

He lay beside her, pulling her limp, cum-drenched body into his arms—cock softening but still pressed against her thigh, her pussy twitching faintly in aftershocks even in unconsciousness.

A few hours later, Seraphine stirred—eyes fluttering open to find him awake, fingers gently caressing her tangled purple hair the entire time he’d held her.

The first thing she did was climb on top of him—straddling his hips, guiding his already hardening cock back inside her sore, dripping pussy with a soft, needy whimper.

Shhlk~

She started riding him slowly—hips rolling in deep, languid circles, taking him all the way to the hilt with every downward motion. Her eyes were calmer now—the crazy, possessive swirl almost gone, though a faint edge lingered.

She moaned softly, breasts bouncing gently with each roll, nipples still hard and sensitive.

"Leon..." she breathed, voice hoarse but steady. "Who... who is stronger between Ira and me?"

Leon went silent—his hands resting on her hips, feeling her clench around him mid-thrust.

Seraphine noticed the pause instantly—her riding didn’t slow; if anything, it intensified, hips slamming down harder, pussy gripping him tighter as she moaned between barely-formed words.

"Is... she... stronger... than me...?"

Leon nodded once—slow, honest—knowing he couldn’t lie. Not to her. Not now.

The admission hit her hard—pride stinging deep inside—but she didn’t stop riding. Instead, she leaned forward, hands braced on his chest, fucking herself on his cock with renewed desperation.

"Fuck me—hard—as hard as before," she demanded, voice trembling with a mix of hurt and hunger.

Leon didn’t hesitate.

He flipped her beneath him—pinning her wrists above her head—and started pounding her relentlessly—cock slamming deep, hips blurring, balls slapping wetly against her ass.

Thwack~ Thwack~ Thwack~

She came hard within minutes—pussy spasming, squirting around him, screaming his name until her voice gave out completely.

This pattern repeated—hours of brutal, relentless fucking in every position imaginable. He took her mouth repeatedly—fucking her throat deep, her gag reflex working overtime as she swallowed him down greedily.

Glrk~ Glrk~ Glrk~

She made him four times just from sucking his cock—throat bulging, tears streaming down her cheeks, humming in pleasure around his girth until he flooded her mouth with thick loads. She swallowed every drop—hungrily, possessively—then licked him clean, eyes locked on his the entire time.

He railed her pussy again and again—filling her womb over and over, her stomach bloating slightly from the sheer volume of cum he pumped into her. She came countless times—squirting, convulsing, voice breaking into hoarse sobs of pleasure-pain.

Until finally—she passed out again, mid-orgasm—body seizing, pussy gushing one last time around his cock as her mind blanked completely.

"Leo... you’re... a monster..."

Her final whisper before darkness claimed her.

She’d pushed herself to the absolute limit trying to match him—sucking him for hours at one point, throat working around his cock until she swallowed load after load, gagging but refusing to stop.

Glrk~ Glrk~ Glrk~

She’d ridden him, fucked him, begged for more—determined to prove something to herself, to him, to the ghost of Ira in her mind. But at the end, she’d collapsed—sore, spent, voice gone, body trembling.

She hadn’t asked him the final question—who he loved more. Not yet. She’d realized it was too selfish, too dangerous to demand aloud. But he saw the resolve in her eyes before she passed out.

She’d make him say it—on his own, without prompting. That her name would be the only one on his tongue when it mattered, that was her final thought before passing out.

For now, she slept—naked, sated, marked inside and out.

He cleaned them both with a quick elemental wave—removing sweat, cum, and slick—then tucked her carefully under the blanket, making sure she was warm and comfortable. Her purple hair fanned across the pillow, face peaceful in exhaustion.

He lay beside her, pulling her into his arms—cock softening but still nestled against her ass, her body curling instinctively into his. He caressed her hair slowly, holding her close, knowing she’d need him there when she woke.

Leon kissed her forehead once more, then closed his eyes—holding her tight as they drifted together, bodies entwined, hearts synced in the quiet aftermath.

Several long hours later, Seraphine woke again. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the soft ambient light of the dimensional space.

This time, she was completely different.

Much calmer. Centered. The wild, possessive energy that had consumed her earlier had vanished entirely, replaced by something more stable and grounded.

She hadn’t even tried to climb on top of him or initiate another round of sex until passing out like she’d done twice in a row just before. The hungry, jealous, sex-freak wife persona had disappeared completely.

That’s... unexpected. But good.

Leon had given her a tender kiss on her lips when he noticed she was awake—nothing aggressive or heated, just a gentle expression of affection. She’d responded normally, even seeming somewhat spirited in a healthy way.

Her usual personality had returned.

Leon had initially assumed that an entire day of relentlessly getting fucked was finally enough for her to process and get over the fact of him having another woman. Or perhaps she’d been deliberately using the marathon sex sessions as a way to cope with the revelation while also getting what she wanted from him.

Whatever the actual case, Leon was genuinely happy to see this version of Seraphine again. The stable, confident woman he’d fallen for—not the unhinged, possessive version that jealousy had briefly created.

She’s strong. Mentally and emotionally. She just needed time to process it in her own way.

However, his relief proved premature.

During breakfast together at a table Leon had created with his elemental manipulation, Seraphine casually mentioned Ira.

CLINK!

The sound of her fork setting down on her plate drew his attention.

"Tell me about her," she said, setting down her fork. "Everything related to her strength compared to mine."

Here we go.

Leon decided honesty was best. He told her everything directly.

Ira was one level away from entering Sage rank. Seraphine had just entered Ascendant rank and was progressing quickly—already more than midway through. She’d reach Sage rank soon at her current pace.

But in actual combat capability, Ira was significantly stronger right now.

Seraphine absorbed this information calmly, then nodded once.

Leon could see the fire burning in her eyes—not jealousy, but pure competitive determination. She was aiming to surpass Ira completely.

He liked that. He wanted her to be as strong as possible.

"I’ll provide whatever resources you need," Leon told her. "Train hard."

She smiled fiercely. "I will."

After breakfast, Leon stood and stretched.

"I’m going to train," he announced.

Seraphine nodded. "I’ll continue my own training then."

With that, Leon focused his spatial awareness on his preferred location—the rocky plateau at the highest point of the dimensional landscape.

FWOOSH!

He teleported instantly, materializing at the top of the rocky outcropping where wind whipped around him.

Time to test my new abilities.