Chapter 203: [Chapter - 203]
"You aren't angry about what I did in the holy keep of the temple."
"Nor do you care about how the Goddess of light felt."
"And you are certainly not mad about Shadow and me" Leo continued, his gaze dropping to her veiled mouth, "You have known it for a while now. About my relationship with that elite bodyguard of yours."
"You are just pissed off because..."
Leo grinned as he leaned in and whispered as his lips brushed softly against his ears.
"It was not you bending over, confessing your sins to me."
Ryana gasped, her eyes going wide. "That is... that is a lie! I hate you!"
"Do you?" Leo asked softly, pulling back just enough to look into her emerald eyes. He didn't move away; instead, he traced the line of her jaw with his thumb. "Because your heart is beating like a trapped bird against your ribs. And for someone who hates me, you're standing very still."
Ryana tilted her head back against the gold crates, a small, playful smirk tugging at the corner of her hidden mouth. "Perhaps I'm just waiting to see how long it takes for the great Warlord to run out of words."
"I'm done with words," Leo murmured.
He didn't rip the veil. Instead, his fingers moved with agonizing slowness, hooking into the delicate silk at her temples. He unfastened it gently, letting the sheer black fabric flutter to the floor like a dying shadow. For the first time, her face was fully exposed—flushed, beautiful, and expectant.
He reached out, not to pin her wrists, but to cup her face in both hands. His palms were warm, a stark contrast to the freezing vault air.
He leaned in, but he didn't crush her lips. He brushed his mouth against hers in a ghost of a kiss, testing the waters. Ryana let out a soft, shaky breath, her hands coming up to rest on his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his coat. She didn't push; she pulled him a fraction closer.
When he finally kissed her, it was deep and tender. It was an invitation rather than an invasion. He tasted the sweetness of her lips, his tongue tracing hers with a slow, rhythmic grace that made her knees weak.
Ryana's "hatred" vanished entirely, replaced by a soft, needy whimper. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her tongue meeting his with a shy but growing hunger. The cold gold at her back was forgotten as she melted into the furnace of his embrace.
Leo broke the kiss just enough to trail his lips down to her neck. He didn't bite; he nuzzled the sensitive spot beneath her ear, breathing in the scent of roses. "You've been thinking about this since the moment I walked in," he whispered, his voice thick with affection.
"Shut up," Ryana breathed, though there was no bite in her words. She leaned her head back, exposing her throat to him, her eyes fluttering shut.
A pathetic, whimpering moan escaped her throat. She kissed him back with a sudden, ferocious hunger, her tongue tangling with his, desperate and sloppy. She hated him, she hated what he was turning her into, but her body craved his dominance like a starving animal.
Leo broke the kiss, panting heavily.
He let go of her wrists. Instead, his hands went to her heavy crimson dress.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly to expose her throat. He bit down on her collarbone, sucking the sensitive skin hard enough to leave a dark bruise.
"Ah! Leo!" Ryana cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders, gripping his dark coat like a lifeline.
His right hand dove underneath the thick silk skirt of her dress. He slid his calloused palm up her smooth, pale thigh. He didn't bother being gentle. He found the expensive, delicate silk of her panties.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and tore them down with a violent yank, ripping the fabric apart and kicking it away.
"You act so prim and proper," Leo sneered, his breath hot against her ear. "The untouchable Red Queen. Counting your coins."
He shoved his hand between her legs.
She was absolutely soaking wet. Her slick juices coated his fingers instantly.
"Look at you," Leo taunted, dragging his fingers through her wetness, smearing it over her swollen folds. "You're dripping all over your own gold. You were thinking about me fucking your guard, weren't you? It made you wet."
"No! Shut up!" Ryana sobbed, her face flushed a dark crimson, turning her head away in shame.
Leo didn't listen. He drove two thick fingers deep inside her tight, wet pussy in one brutal thrust.
Ryana screamed, her back arching off the cold crates. Her internal muscles clamped down on his fingers like a vice.
He began to pump his fingers in and out of her, fast and relentless. He used his thumb to press hard against her sensitive clit, rubbing it in tight, agonizing circles.
"Tell me the truth," Leo demanded, his free hand moving up to grab her left breast through the crimson silk. He squeezed the heavy flesh roughly, twisting her nipple through the fabric. "You love being used by me. You want the Warlord to claim you just like he claimed your city."
"Yes!" Ryana wailed, completely abandoning her pride. The pleasure was too sharp, too overwhelming. "I want it! Oh Gods, Leo, please!"
She bucked her hips forward, chasing the friction of his hand. She spread her legs wider, wrapping one of her calves around his thigh to pull him closer.
"Please," she begged, tears leaking from her emerald eyes, ruining her makeup. "Put it in. Fuck me, Leo. Take me right now."
Leo stopped.
He kept his fingers buried deep inside her, hitting her G-spot, but he didn't reach for his belt. He didn't unbuckle his trousers.
He stared down at her desperate, flushed face.
"Not today," Leo whispered cruelly.
Ryana's eyes widened in horror and desperation. "What? No! Please!"
"Today," Leo grinned, moving his fingers faster, curling them upward to hit the swollen bundle of nerves inside her over and over again. "I'm just making a withdrawal."
He fucked her with his hand, completely ruthless. He ignored her begging for his cock. He drove her higher and higher, edging her right to the absolute limit of her sanity.
"Leo! Please! I'm going to—!"
"Cum for me, Ryana. Let it go."
She broke.
Ryana screamed, a loud, echoing wail that bounced off the mountains of gold. Her entire body seized up violently. Her legs gave out completely, no longer able to support her weight.
She slid down the stack of gold crates, her back scraping against the metal, until she hit the floor.
Leo followed her down, keeping his fingers inside her as she convulsed.
She squirted. Hot, copious amounts of slick fluid gushed from her pussy, soaking his hand, splashing onto the cold stone floor, and dripping directly onto the lower stacks of gold bars.
She shuddered uncontrollably, her head falling back against the crates, gasping for air like she had been drowning. Her eyes were rolled back, her mind completely blanked out by the sheer violence of the orgasm.
Leo slowly pulled his hand out with a wet, squelching sound.
He knelt in front of her. He reached out and wiped his slick, glistening fingers across her flushed cheek, marking her with her own juices.
"Beautiful," Leo murmured.
DING!
The blue screen flared to life in his peripheral vision.
[Quest Update: The Merchant Queen's Bed] [Progress: 80%] [Status: Mental Defenses Shattered. Final Conquest Pending.]
Leo smirked, dismissing the notification.
He stood up, wiping his hand on a nearby silk tapestry. He walked over to a heavy wooden desk and grabbed two massive, bulging leather bags filled with raw gold coins. He hoisted them over his shoulder effortlessly.
Ryana was still on the floor, her dress hiked up around her waist, her chest heaving. She looked up at him, a shivering, panting mess of ruined dignity and unfulfilled lust.
"Consider this an advance for the war effort," Leo said, his voice returning to a cold, casual tone as he walked towards the heavy iron door.
He threw the heavy locking bolt back, pulling the door open. Darkness immediately turned around in the hallway, her hand on her sword.
Leo looked back over his shoulder at the broken Queen sitting in her own puddle on the gold.
"Clean yourself up, Ryana," Leo said, a cruel, promising smirk on his lips. "The main course will happen before the week is out. Be ready."
He stepped out of the vault, leaving her drowning in the cold, desperate anticipation of what he would do to her next.
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