SSS-RANK: Super Extraction System-Chapter 32: [32]A Promise in the Shadows 18+

Chapter 32: [32]A Promise in the Shadows 18+
The garden was a hidden world, separated from the looming war by a curtain of weeping willows. The air here was cool, heavy with the scent of moon orchids and damp earth, but between Leon and Elara, the air was scorching hot.
Leon looked at her. In the pale starlight, Elara didn’t look like a student or a soldier. He had confessed his fear that the violence was hollowing him out, that he was losing the man he used to be.
Elara didn’t offer empty words. Instead, she stepped close, invading his personal space, her eyes fierce and dark.
"You’re still you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Feel this. Monsters don’t feel this."
She grabbed the lapels of his tactical jacket and pulled him down. Her eyes filled with lust.
Their lips smashed together. It wasn’t a tentative first kiss; it was a collision. It was desperate and hungry, a frantic need to prove they were both still alive. Leon groaned, the sound vibrating in his chest, and wrapped his arms around her waist, crushing her body against his.
The kiss deepened, tongues tangling. His hands roamed over her back, down to her hips, pulling her against him so she could feel the hard ridge of his desire pressing against her stomach.
They stumbled backward into the secluded alcove, hidden from the world by the thick vines. There was a stone bench, wide and smooth, bathed in shadows.
"Leon," she gasped, breaking the kiss to catch her breath. Her pupils were blown wide, swallowing the iris. "Make me feel it. Make me forget everything else."
He didn’t need to be told twice.
His hands were rough with urgency as he stripped the jacket from her shoulders. She helped him, fingers fumbling with buckles and zippers until they were skin to skin. The cool night air hit their bodies, but it only made the heat between them more intense.
He lifted her onto the stone bench. She wrapped her legs around his waist instantly, her heels digging into his lower back, pulling him into the cradle of her hips.
He kissed down the column of her neck, biting lightly at the sensitive cord of muscle, making her arch her back with a sharp inhale. His hands moved down, slipping under the waistband of her pants, pushing them down.
She was already soaked.
His fingers brushed against her pussy, and she let out a broken whimper. She was slick, hot, and ready for him. The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet filled his senses, grounding him in a way no meditation ever could.
He took off his pants, his erection heavy and aching for release. He positioned himself between her thighs, the tip of him brushing against her wet pussy.
Elara looked up at him, her eyes hazy with lust. "Please, Leon. Now."
He pushed forward.
It was a tight, wet squeeze. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched her, burying himself deep inside her warmth. He groaned, his head falling back as the sensation overwhelmed him. It was incredibly tight and wet.
He began to move. At first, it was slow, long strokes, withdrawing almost completely before driving back in to the hilt. Every thrust made Elara moan.
His soft palms moved up to cup the heavy weight of her breasts. He squeezed them, his thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples, teasing them until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, taking her mouth in another searing kiss while his hips snapped forward, meeting her thrust for thrust.
They were slick with sweat, their skin slapping together in the quiet garden.
He pulled back too far, his hips moving too fast, and he slipped out.
The cool air hit his wet length, and Elara made a noise of frustration. Before he could guide himself back, she reached down. Her hand wrapped around him, her palm soft, and she forced his dick back inside her.
"Stay there," she hissed against his lips, her voice raw. "Don’t you dare leave."
The feeling of her taking control, of her needing him that badly, snapped the last of his restraint.
He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider, and hammered into her. The pace shifted from romantic to primal. He pounded into her, searching for the deepest part of her, claiming her. Her pussy was creamy and slick, clamping down on him with every thrust, milking him, urging him closer to the edge.
"Leon... oh god, Leon..."
She was close. He could feel her inner muscles fluttering, tightening around him. But he wanted more. He wanted to see her.
He pulled out, leaving her gasping and empty for a split second.
"Turn around," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
Elara obeyed instantly. She stood up and turned, bending over the stone bench, bracing her hands on the cold surface. She arched her back, presenting herself to him, looking back over her shoulder with hooded, lust-filled eyes.
The view made his breath hitch. The curve of her spine, the roundness of her hips, the wet, glistening invitation between her thighs.
Leon stepped up behind her. He placed one hand on the small of her back, pressing her down, and used the other to guide himself back to her pussy.
He thrust in from behind.
This angle went deeper. Elara moaned, her head falling forward, her knuckles white as she gripped the stone. He hit a spot deep inside her that made her legs tremble.
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, enclosing her completely. He reached around, his hand finding her clitoris, rubbing the swollen nub in a fast, rhythmic circle while he drove into her from behind.
It was too much. The dual sensation sent her over the edge.
"I’m coming! Leon, I’m coming!"
She clamped down on him, her body convulsing in beautiful orgasm. She screamed his name, the sound stifled only by the heavy air of the garden.
Feeling her unravel around him was the trigger. Leon let go. He groaned, a guttural sound torn from his throat, as he slammed his hips against her buttocks one last time, burying himself to the root.
He spilled into her, pulsing wave after wave of heat deep inside, pouring every ounce of his stress, his fear, and his humanity into her.
They stayed like that for a long time, locked together, panting in the darkness. Leon rested his forehead against her shoulder, his heart hammering against her back.
Slowly, the world started to come back into focus. The crickets. The wind in the willows.
He pulled out gently, and Elara turned in his arms. Her legs were shaky, so he held her up, pulling her into a tight embrace. She buried her face in his neck, her breathing slowing down to match his.
There were no powers here. No systems. No monsters.
Just a man and a woman, holding onto each other in the dark.
"You’re still here," she whispered against his skin.
Leon kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer.
"Yeah," he said, his voice rough but calm. "I’m still here."