In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 139: (R-18) [Chapter - ] - The Double Feast (Part - 1)

Chapter 139: (R-18) [Chapter - 139] - The Double Feast (Part - 1)

The heavy iron door of the dungeon slammed shut as Leo along with Seraphine and Belladonna walked out of the dungeon.

Behind the thick iron door, the muffled, gurgling screams of Caelum were growing fainter and fainter as they were swallowed by the stone walls.

"Is this punishment for Caelum or pleasure?" Leo muttered, adjusting the cuffs of his coat, a dark smirk playing on his lips.

He glanced at the two women.

To his left was Seraphine. As if she did not hear him, she continued to walk forward.

As she walked, her steps made no sound. There was a sense of relief in her heart, the rock on her heart was finally removed.

The burden she had carried for years was finally gone..

On his right was Belladonna. She just smirked in response to his question. She wiped a speck of crimson from her cheek with a casual, almost bored motion, her tongue flicking out to taste it.

[Quest Completed: Lady Seraphine’s Vengeance]

"He was all bark and no bite. Just like everyone else who thinks they can stand against me," Leo said winking at Bella, only to get a soft smack on his shoulder.

"When did I ever?" Bella complained.

Soon they were outside Seraphine’s chamber. Leo pushed open the double doors to the private chambers.

The room smelled of lavender, and was a sharp, dizzying contrast to the filth of the dungeon. The fire in the hearth was crackling warmly, casting dancing shadows across the plush rugs and the heavy oak furniture. It was a room made for ruling, and for fucking.

As soon as she closed the door behind them, Belladonna walked towards the large map in front of them and started explaining the current situation top Leo.

"We have the town under control," Belladonna stated, her eyes gleaming with ambition, "My boys have control over all the gates, and treasury."

"We have the castle under control as well as the arsenal."

"Remus and Volkov are more than compliant."

"The cute red head is in the treasury and is auditing the books as we speak."

She stopped pacing and leaned against the heavy oak table, crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing them up in a way that was definitely calculated.

"So, what is the plan, Master? Do we expand the army? Want me to recruit the local adventurers?"

"We need to fortify this town just in case the Baron or the king decides to go against us."

Leo looked at her, Bella was more than enthusiast right now. She has been the Queen of the Blackfang Bandits. How? He did not know yet. But she was a fugitive, always hiding in the deepest parts of the Endless Forest.

But she now has the opportunity to rule a genuine piece of land.

But before Leo could reply to her, Seraphine finally as she walked and stopped in front of Leo. She was usually the reactive one, but not tonight.

"Seraphine?" Leo started, "We need to..."

She grabbed him by the collar and planted her lips on his.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss.

Her lips crashed against his with a desperation.. Her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.

The room went silent, save for the wet sound of their lips moving against each other and the crackle of the fire.

Leo’s hands instinctively went to her waist, pulling her flush against him. He could feel the heat radiating off her, burning through the layers of silk and velvet.

This wasn’t the shy noblewoman he had rescued. This was a woman who had just watched her tormentor die and realized she was the only one left standing.

Belladonna stopped mid-sentence. Her eyebrows shot up, her mouth hanging open for a fraction of a second before a slow, knowing smirk curled her lips. She watched them, her eyes darkening with interest.

Seraphine pulled back, breathless, her chest heaving against Leo’s. Her lips were swollen, red, and glistening with saliva.

A string of spit connected their mouths before breaking. She didn’t look at the map. She didn’t look at the window.

She turned her head slowly to look at Belladonna, her blue eyes icy and commanding.

"I don’t care about the Capital," Seraphine said, her voice husky, stripped of all regal pretense. "I don’t care about the plan. I don’t care about the gold."

She turned her gaze back to Leo, her eyes dark, dilated, swirling with a mix of adoration and raw, unadulterated lust. She ran her hands down his chest, resting them flat against his stomach, feeling the hard muscle beneath.

"I just want this," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want to feel alive. I want to forget the screams. I want you inside me, Leo. Now."

Leo felt a surge of heat rush straight to his groin. The System chimed in his head, loud and clear.

He looked at Belladonna over Seraphine’s shoulder. The dark-haired woman blinked, then chuckled, a low, throaty sound. She pushed off the table and walked to the door, turning the heavy iron key in the lock with a definitive click.

"Well," Belladonna purred, turning back to them, her eyes hungry. "Strategy can wait. The Capital isn’t going anywhere."

She began to undo the clasps of her leather corset, her fingers deft and practiced, "But we can’t let the lady starve."

"And I haven’t been fucked properly since we started this little coup."

Leo didn’t need to be told twice. He sat on the edge of the massive four-poster bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He spread his legs, leaning back on his hands, looking at the two women who were now his—body, soul, and empire.

"But you have to make it worth," He commanded. His voice was low, rough, imbued with the power of his stats, "Show me what I won."

Belladonna moved with practiced ease. She was comfortable in her skin, a creature of pleasure as much as pain.

She wiggled out of her leather armour, dropping it to the floor with a heavy thud.

Underneath, she wore sheer black silk that hid nothing and promised everything. Her dark nipples pressed against the fabric, hard and demanding.

She stepped out of her boots, kicking them aside, and stood there, hands on her hips, her hips cocked to the side.

"Like what you see, Master?" she teased, running a hand down her side, tracing the curve of her hip, "Or do you need a closer inspection?"

But Seraphine... Seraphine froze. With Belladonna in the room, her body did not move.

She stood by the bed, her hands trembling as they hovered over the zipper of her intricate noble dress.

But here, in front of Leo, with Belladonna in the room, she was suddenly shy. A blush crept up her neck, staining her pale skin crimson.

She struggled with the zipper, her breath hitching. The transition from watching a man be tortured to preparing to be taken by her lover was overwhelming her senses. She fumbled, her fingers slipping on the metal tab.

"Need a hand, Princess?" Belladonna whispered.

The dark-haired woman didn’t wait for an answer. She stepped in behind Seraphine like a predator toying with prey. Her finger gazing against Seraphine’s skin.

"Don’t keep him waiting," Belladonna murmured into Seraphine’s ear, her voice dripping with mock scolding, "He has been very patient with your little war. Now it’s time to pay the toll."

Belladonna reached out, her dark fingers finding the zipper at the nape of Seraphine’s neck. With a slow, deliberate sound...

ZZzzzip

She pulled it down. The sound seemed deafening in the quiet room. The heavy fabric parted. Belladonna peeled the dress off Seraphine’s shoulders, letting it slide down her arms, pooling around her ankles in a heap of blue velvet and gold embroidery.

Seraphine gasped as the cool air hit her skin. She wasn’t wearing practical travel gear. Beneath the noble dress, she wore lace. White, delicate, innocent lace that barely contained her curves.

It was a stark contrast to Belladonna’s black silk—the Saint and the Sinner, both laid bare for him.

Her breasts were heaving in the corset-like lingerie, pushing up high and proud. Her stomach was flat, her hips flared perfectly. She stood there, exposed, shivering slightly not from cold, but from anticipation.

"Are you dressed for a funeral? Or to kill?" Bella could not help but compliment.

Leo’s gaze travelled over Seraphine’s exposed form, drinking in the sight.

"Come here," Leo ordered, pointing to the space between his legs.

They moved as one.

Belladonna and Seraphine sank to their knees on the plush rug between Leo’s spread legs. Leo looked down at them, a King with his two Queens, both ready to serve.

He didn’t have to guide them. They knew what he wanted. They knew what they wanted.

With trembling hands, Seraphine reached out and undid his belt. The buckle jingled as it came loose. Belladonna handled the button and the zipper, her movements efficient and hungry. They pulled his trousers down, freeing him.

Leo sprang free, already hard, heavy, and twitching with anticipation. His cock was a formidable sight thick, veiny, and throbbing with a heartbeat of its own.

"Oh, my..." Belladonna breathed, her eyes widening as if seeing it for the first time, though she had tasted him before. "It looks... angry today."

"It wants to be soothed," Seraphine smirked.

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