𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2

The Throne Room| Smut

"Shit, that was close." Leon breathes out, both of our backs against the massive throne room door we've just hastily shut. I nod, taking a few seconds to breathe, unable to peel myself away from the assured safety of the door, but I know it's locked, so Leon takes the first step, slowly walking forwards as his eyes scan the room.

It's big, but secure. No creepy villagers or angry looking weirdos around here, just a spacious and empty room filled with lavish furniture like the rest of the castle, and right in front of us...a plush red throne. I scoff and roll my eyes, following Leon as he inspects it with narrowed eyes before sitting down, crossing one leg over the other and resting his chin on his hand. I decide to search the furniture, maybe there's another way out or something we can use to distract the cultists outside, but I don't find anything other than a few useless jewels.

Leon sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration, I know how much he hates being trapped, and dislikes being outnumbered even more. I bite my lip, thinking of a way to ease his stress, even for a little while. He needs it, otherwise his head will never be in the right place to get this mission done.

I stroll towards him, getting to my knees in front of him as his eyes widen, he begins to stand but I push him back to sitting, looking up at him with my most seductive yet reassuring gaze. "There's no time to rest or do this right now, we should-" Leon begins, but I shake my head and grip his thighs, noticing how his breath catches.

"You need a break. Need time to refocus." I murmur, glancing up at him as I begin to reach for his belt. He doesn't stop me, but he does look hesitant. I pause, swallowing before grabbing his hand and sticking his fingers in my mouth. I've never been so forward with him, but when Leon curses under his breath and an obvious tent forms in his pants, I know he's beginning to focus on me and not everything else.

"Can I suck you?" I whisper, my saliva strings as I pull his fingers out of my mouth. He nods, his nostrils flaring with need as he helps me undo his belt and take out his thick length. I smile, not hesitating to press a kiss to the shimmering tip.

"Jesus Christ Y/N, you're gonna fucking kill me." He growls, leaning back but grabbing my hair gently into a ponytail, holding it away so I can do the job. I give him one last smile before diving into my meal, taking him into my mouth as far as I can go as I gag. Leon groans, his grip on my hair tightens as I begin to bob my head, hollowing out my cheeks as my tongue swirls against him.

Leon's breathing becomes rapid, his hips begin to hesitantly lift and I know he's close, but then he lifts my head and slams his lips to mine, tasting himself on my lips before his strong arms pick me up and quickly pull down my jeans. I nod, feeling ready to take him, and so I straddle his waist, my knees balancing on the seat of the red throne before I sink down onto his length, moaning into his neck as he begins to fuck me.

His arm snakes around my back, pressing me against him as close as possible as I ride him, meeting his hips messily. We're both close, and in a rush, so it doesn't take long until he's spilling into me, my come mixing with his as we pant and grip each other desperately.

As we once again catch our breaths, I can't help but to lightly laugh into Leon's neck at the odd situation. "Ramon is gonna be pissed if he finds out about this." Leon jokes, sounding much happier and relaxed now we've taken the edge off.

I snort, turning my head as Leon smiles at me, his blue eyes focused on mine. "Yeah? Well we've just blessed it for him, that's all." I retort, then gradually I climb off of Leon and get dressed again. Leon does the same and we gather up our guns, I stretch and turn to the door, but then Leon's hands gently grab my shoulders and suddenly an elegant necklace full of jewels is placed around my neck.

I arch my brow, looking up at Leon in confusion. "My queen deserves some jewels." He murmurs, doing up the clasp and kissing my cheek. I don't argue, I just tuck them under my tee and grab his hand, leading him to the door where we can once again continue our mission.