The direct skin-on-skin contact amplified everything tenfold; each squeeze sent pleasure radiating from her chest straight to her throbbing core, making her white cloth panties soak through completely. She loved it—loved the way his rough palm claimed her, the way her boob overflowed his grip, nipples aching under his teasing pinches.

His hands... on my bare skin... it’s so much more intense. Like fire and lightning mixing inside me. I never knew my body could feel like this...

The kiss didn’t break—tongues slurping wetly, breaths mingling hot and fast—but Leon’s other hand began its descent. It trailed down her chiseled abs, over the tied waist cloth, feeling the heat radiating from between her thighs.

She was soaked; even through the fabric, he could sense the damp warmth seeping onto his thigh, pressed firmly between her legs as she lay beneath him on the soft bed.

Ira felt his hand moving—sliding lower, exploring her curves with possessive intent. Anticipation coiled tight in her gut, that strange ache in her lower stomach flaring hotter.

What’s he doing now? Touching lower... closer to where it hurts so good... I want it. Whatever it is, I need his hands there.

His fingers slipped under the edge of her waist-tied cloth—the simple garment covering her lower half, the area she vaguely remembered using for relief before ascending, when bodily functions were still a thing. Now, it was just sensitive skin... until his fingertips brushed her soaking wet pussy.

The moment he touched her—middle finger gliding through the slick, puffy folds over her white cloth panties—Ira’s back arched off the bed like she’d been struck by lightning.

"AAHHH~!"

A guttural grunt of pure pleasure ripped from her throat, body convulsing as ZZZZAPs exploded from her core outward. Her red skin flushed deeper, white markings glowing brighter, crimson eyes squeezing shut. She didn’t understand—had no name for "pussy" or "clit," no inkling why his touch there made her vision blur and her thighs clamp around his hand.

But gods, it was overwhelming—hot, insistent pleasure blooming from that forbidden spot, making her hips buck instinctively against his palm.

What... how is my body doing this? Just his fingers... there... it’s like the connection, but deeper, wetter... I love it. I can’t get enough—more, please, Leon...

The kiss broke then, Leon pulling back just enough to watch her face—stroking her wet folds lazily with his middle finger through the damp cloth, tracing the outline of her throbbing clit without pushing further. Saliva glistened on their lips, breaths mingling hot and fast. He locked eyes with her—those crimson depths filled with love, confusion, and desperate need.

"How are you feeling, Ira?" he asked, voice low and husky, thumb still circling her exposed nipple idly.

Ira squirmed under his touch, hips grinding shamelessly against his hand, chest heaving up and down with each pant. Her big boobs jiggled with the movement, nipples hard and begging. "I... I love it," she gasped, voice breathless and broken. "So good... down there... do it more, Leon. Please..."

He smiled—warm, predatory—and leaned down to kiss her forehead tenderly, a soft press of lips that made her shiver. "Good girl," he murmured, voice like velvet.

His middle finger continued caressing her soaking red pussy through the cloth, stroking slow circles over her clit while his other hand played with her boobs—circling the dark areola of one, pinching the nipple lightly to draw out another ZZZZAP.

The kiss trailed lower—from her forehead to her flushed cheek, a quick peck on her swollen lips, then down her neck—nipping the sensitive skin until he reached her other lonely boob. His mouth hovered over the hard, crimson nipple for a teasing second before latching on—sucking deep and wet.

Slrrrp~

At the exact same moment, his pinching hand tweaked her free nipple sharply, and his stroking middle finger plunged inside her wet pussy—pushing the thin white cloth aside just enough to slide knuckle-deep into her clenching heat.

Shhlk~

The triple assault hit Ira like a storm—pleasure exploding from her chest, her core, her mind all at once. Her back arched to its maximum, red skin glistening with sweat, deep red hair whipping as her head thrashed.

"LEON—AAHHHH~!"

The moan was the loudest yet—intense, echoing, raw with ecstasy. If not for the sound-dampening barrier Leon had woven around the house, someone in the nearby park would have heard it, wondered what forbidden ritual was unfolding inside.

Leon pulled back slightly from her nipple, concern flickering in his eyes even as his cock throbbed painfully. "Are you alright, Ira?" he asked directly in her mind, voice gentle amid the lewd haze.

Her reply came almost instantly, breathless and fervent through their telepathic link. "I’m fine, Leon—just... continue. Please. Don’t stop."

This was the moment Ira surrendered fully—accepting that this "making love" was more intense, more consuming than their Pyrrhan bond ever was. The raw physicality, the slow build of filthy pleasure... it might become her new favorite. No... it already is.

"Okay, hang tight—this is just the start," Leon thought back, a wicked edge to his mental voice.

Right after those words, he dove back in—mouth sucking greedily on her boob, tongue swirling the hard nipple while his free hand kneaded the other, pinching sporadically to keep the jolts coming. Below, his middle finger thrust deeper into her tight, soaking pussy—curling against her inner walls, stroking that hidden spot that made stars burst behind her eyes.

Sqelch~ Sqelch~

Ira’s moans came constantly now—every two or three seconds, a breathy "Ahh~!" or "Leon~!" spilling from her lips as her body shook with pleasure. She writhed beneath him, hips bucking to meet his hand, big boobs heaving with each gasp.

The feeling of his finger inside her—thick, insistent, exploring that wet, forbidden heat—was mind-shattering. Combined with his mouth on her nipple, sucking like he was starving... it was too much, too good.

This... inside me... it’s like he’s claiming every part. I love it—his fingers, his mouth... my body’s his to play with.

Soon, amid the constant moans, Leon added a second finger—stretching her gently, thrusting in tandem with increased intensity. His mouth never left her boob, teeth grazing the nipple while his other hand molded the opposite breast, rolling the flesh possessively.

Sqelch~ Sqelch~ Shhlk~

Ira’s world narrowed to sensation—her red pussy clenching greedily around his invading fingers, boobs aching deliciously under his dual assault. Pleasure built relentlessly, coiling tighter in her lower stomach, that unnamed ache turning sharp, urgent, almost scary.

"Leon!!" she cried suddenly, voice mixing with a desperate moan, body trembling violently. "What’s happening?! Something’s... coming—ahhh~!"