Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 113: Irresistible Twins [Part - 4]

Irresistible Twins [Part - 4]

"I got you! It’s my turn—ha-ha!!" Syra cried out, tackling Leon before he could finish his sentence. With a playful grin, she straddled his chest, her long hair tumbling forward.

Leon blinked up at her in surprise, but his smirk quickly returned—amused and aroused all at once.

Without delay, she took his both hands to her breasts, pushing them deep into the yielding bounce of her breasts, her voice shaking with passion and desire. "Love me as you loved Kyra," she whispered. "Touch me as you touched her..."

Leon’s brows rose fractionally, taken aback by the abrupt sharpness in her tone. She was always the one to lead—first to kiss him, first to hold him, the first to share those most intimate, holy moments. She had defiantly arrogated to herself that spot beside him.

Her demand wasn’t from anger or malice. No, it was something more gentle—deeper. Syra had always been the daring one, the one to take the first step. The first to kiss Leon, to embrace him, to give him blowjob. Every step she took into intimacy, she had led. Kyra, timid and reserved, she had always had to follow her lead.

But now. Syra had seen her sister—sweet, timid, uncertain Kyra—receive what she had not yet received. Leon’s complete, uncontrolled love. and dick in her pussy. His body. His seed. And though Syra was truly glad for her sister, but a glimmer of womanly jealousy awakened in her breast. Not mean, not bitter—just natural. An instinctual pain to recover what she felt belonged to her.

Leon could see it all in her eyes. The slight pout behind her smile, the way her fingers gripped a little tighter than they normally did. He knew her perfectly.

He lifted one hand to stroke her cheek gently. "You’re a bold girl, Syra," he murmured, voice low and intimate. "I like that about you. But remember—unhealthy jealousy won’t be tolerated. There’s enough love for both of you... and even for my every woman. only if your heart stays open."

Syra nipped at her lip, her eyes going soft, then nodded with a blush smile. "I know. I swear... no jealousy. I’m not upset—I’m just... I want to feel you dick inside of me. I want to feel special too."

Leon drew her down for a kiss, slow and deep. "You are special," he whispered against her mouth. "And you’ll always be mine."

A sultry, soft smile crept on Syra’s face. "But I still want my turn. all of it."

Leon smiled softly at her temerity, his hands coming up to cradle her breasts. Like Kyra, Syra was remarkably beautiful—but Leon, ever observant, was aware of the nuanced differences between them. Syra’s breasts were a fraction softer, her skin a shade warmer, and her nipples—pink, pert, and extremely sensitive—were a special treat for him.

At once, he tilts up his mouth and started showering her with attention, sucking and nibbling the hard little pink buds gently while his hands worked on the other breast side. Syra gasped, whimpering softly as she buried his head into her chest.

"Mmmm. Yes. Just like that. I love it!" she breathed out, her body leaning into his touch, heart pounding.

Leon smirked against her skin. While he enjoyed teasing her, he also knew he needed to be careful—Syra could climax quickly if he teases her further, and they had only just begun. He eased back a little, gazing up at her with a teasing spark in his eye.

"What do you want, Syra?" he asked, voice low and husky with desire.

Rather than speaking up, she started rubbing her soft, big, naked butt against his hard cock, causing him to groan. She turned her face slightly and looked at him with a mischievous smile.

"I think this is a tremendous position," she purred. "I want to ride your cock so hard!"

Leon gave a low laugh, one of equal parts humor and lust. "Oh? My dear, where did you learn such licentious things?"

Syra answered with her trademark cheeky grin. "Secret~" she teased mischievously, winking at him.

In a confident, liquid movement, she straddled him completely and rested herself on his waist. Her hands were planted on his chest, and her body shuddered with anticipation. And then, in slow, deliberate movements, she raised her ass and reached down to position his thick, quivering dick in front of her moist pussy.

The moment was delicate, charged—Syra’s smooth folds pulsed with tension as she balanced over Leon’s heavy, waiting length, her body shivering with a combination of fear, hunger, and anticipation.

Leon’s hands were on her hips, his fingers firm, anchoring. His voice fell to a worried whisper. "Take it slow," he cautioned softly, his dark eyes scanning hers. "It could hurt if you’re too quick.

Syra knew he was correct. Leon was large—too large for it not to hurt, particularly her first time. But somewhere deep within, there was a fire smoldering. She didn’t wish for her first time to be shy or forgettable. She wished it to be bold. Unforgettable. Hers.

She remembered how the other girls told of their first with Leon—how it hurt a lot at first, then how overwhelmed by sheer pleasure from the beginning. Part of her, mischievous and competitive, was to be different. To have her own tale. She desired pain and pleasure both, interwoven in a memory so powerful it would sear itself into her existence.

With a sultry, provocative smile, Syra gazed into Leon’s eyes and whispered, "I don’t want it slow."

And then, quickly, without hesitation, she let her hips drop.

"AAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A harsh, raw moan ripped from her throat as she took him in, all of him, in one sharp, punishing thrust. Her body constricted; eyes wide with the shock of pain—but also with the shock of how good it felt too finally have him inside her.

She was overflowing. Plump. Each inch of her covering his cock, firm and throbbing.

Blood oozed from between her legs, evidence of what she had provided him. Syra looked down, panting, then back up at Leon with a quivering but beautiful smile.

"Me likey. No, I know I love you." she breathed. "I began to adore you the first time I laid eyes on you in Ruin City... Your charm—it surpasses the gods themselves."

Her breath came in little gasps. "But I think I really fell in love with you. when you made that speech over breakfast. You didn’t just address us—you saw us."

Leon gazed up at her, struck by the fierce passion in her eyes. Emotions, he knew, were messy. Perhaps it was the connection they had—or perhaps it was just who he was these days—but something about Syra’s strength, her kindness, her heart. it was easy to love her.

"I love you too," he whispered, smoothing a rogue strand of hair from her face. "My beautiful princess.

Syra smiled, her own face lighting up in spite of the pain. She grasped his hand and guided one of his fingers to her lips. Then, still sitting on his cock, she started slowly to move—she rocked her hips, allowing her body to transition to his size inch by inch.

Her lips sealed around his finger, sucking it as her hips moved in small, shuddering motions. Mourns poured from her throat, stifled only by the finger in her mouth.

"Mmmmm. Leon."

Though the pain was gone entirely, Syra still didn’t rush. She needed to enjoy every moment—sear this instant into her being. Her hips started a slow, steady beat, rising and falling with calculated poise.

"Mmmmhmmhm. aahhh. mmm."

Soft, breathy moans escaped her lips as they parted with every movement, her voice shaking with pleasure as she rode Leon’s cock. Wet noises resonated softly across the room —schlick, schlick, schlick—as her wet folds kissed his dick with every stroke. She arched her hips, occasionally back and forth, occasionally revolving, positioning herself to feel him in every crevice of her dripping, starving pussy.

Syra leaned forward, her flushed body pushing up against Leon’s chest. Her lips started to explore him—his jawline, his cheek, his mouth—as her hips continued to grind down on him.

"This is so good." she breathed, her words slowed down by kisses along his face. "I love your dick so much. You. Are you also loving my pussy as much as i am loving your dick, right?"

Leon’s hands ran down her back and hips and then to her ass, grabbing it with both hands and squeezing hard. "Yeah, baby," he grunted at her mouth. "You’re so damn hot. and so gorgeous. So, naturally, I’m enjoying it. and also enjoy the way you move."

Her lips twisted into a radiant grin; her eyes half-closed with desire. She kissed him harder now—slow, sensual kisses that yielded to little nips on his bottom lip. Syra’s fantasy ran amok; she wanted to do all she’d ever read in those porn books. and she wanted to do it with him.

Smack-!

A gentle slap echoed as Leon’s palm slapped her ass once more. Syra whined in pleasure.

"Ohhh—ahhnn~"

Her pussy squeezed tight around his cock every time he spanked or gripped her ass, coining cute moan from her. The combination of Leon’s hard hold and his soft strokes—his duality—was addictive. It didn’t feel like he was reading her thoughts. It was deeper than that.

It felt like he understood what her body craved before she did.

And it drove her crazy.

Syra started bouncing faster now, her butt slapping against his hip, the wet smacks growing louder —slap, slap, slap— as she taking his dick deeper and deeper with every bounce.

She leaned back her head, her moans getting higher and louder, her voice full of shaking ecstasy.

"Ahh. ahhh. Mmmnn. Leonnnn. you feel. so good inside me.

Her flushed face was a sight—cheeks flushed, eyes dazed with desire, mouth open in frantic enjoyment and bouncy addition of two large juice melons. Even the one observing her would find it difficult to last long. To Leon, deeply entrenched within her, it was almost too much.

Kyra lay close by, still dazed from her strong orgasm, observing with a gentle smile. Her sister shone, unbridled. alive.

Leon thrust up gently to meet Syra’s rhythm, wanting to push her higher, faster.

Syra gasped, her whole- body trembling. "Mmmhhm. I’m. I’m almost. ahhhh. I’m gonna cum—on your cock! Cum inside me, Leon—please—fill me!"

Her voice cracked with need, her pace wild and erratic now—slap-slap-slap, louder and wetter with every thrust.

Leon could feel it—her walls tightening, fluttering around him, her body screaming for release.

Syra couldn’t help imagining Kyra with Leon’s cum gushing from between her pussy—and now, more than anything, she craved the same. With this desire, she quickened her pace, her hips going up and down with fiery frenzy as she bucked Leon’s thick shaft.

When the orgasm peaked, Syra slammed her body weight onto his hips, ramming his cock deep into her wet, dripping pussy. She released a raw, guilt-free moan as waves of pleasure flooded her body. Leon moaned under her, holding on to her hips as her inner walls milked him. Her love juices sheathed his dick in slickness and hotness.

He could not hold out any longer—his peak burst, as he ejected his hot, thick and strong load deep within her, creating the mess all his girls love so much.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh. So hot!! So good!!!"

Syra exclaimed, her eyes rolling back as her tongue had been protruding as she felt the essence of Leon entering her.

"Leonnnn!!! Oh, my goddess! SO GOOD!!!

Syra screamed out, her voice shaking with pure ecstasy. Her body jerked in spasms of pleasure as she climaxed, shaking on top of him. Her energy spent, she fell upon Leon’s chest, gasping and flushed, her heart thumping against his chest.

Leon engulfed her with his arms, holding her tight as their bodies slowly relaxed. He felt the rhythmic contractions of her inner walls still around his cock, milking out every remaining drop of his spurt.

Syra’s breathing was unsteady, her lips parted as if she could scarce grasp what she had just known. "It felt like. like I was floating." she whispered.

Leon smiled, running his fingers through her sweat-soaked hair. Her heat, her shaking fragility, the way she clung to him—it awakened something warm in him, something proud and protective.

Coming inside Syra’s hot, tight cunt had been phenomenal—deep, intimate, all-encompassing. And yet, for all that he’d given her, his energy was hardly depleted. He was still rigid, still filled with vigor. but he could sense Syra’s fatigue.

Leon moved her gently, cradling her in his arms. She whispered softly in protest, her body too exhausted to fight. Carefully, he placed her down beside Kyra, who remained lying peacefully asleep, lost in post-orgasmic paradise.

Both sisters now lay on the bed—naked, flushed, and exquisitely satisfied. Leon’s semen still gradually oozed out of their soft, fully loved pussies, intermixing with their own. The smell of sweat and sex hung in the air like incense—warm, rich, intoxicating. The storm raged on outside. Their moans had drowned out the rain earlier, but now that silence had invaded the room, the soothing rhythm of raindrops against the window rolled back, steady and comforting.

Syra tilted her head to one side and smiled softly at Kyra. Kyra smiled back, drowsy and content. No words passed between them—none were necessary. In their faces, in the faint sparkle in their eyes, it was evident: they were content.

Leon observed them both, his heart rate coming back to normal, his eyes soft with feeling. At that moment, what filled the space was no longer solely lust—it was love. Connection. Something holy and complete.

He was aware they weren’t ready to go again yet. So, with a discreet snap of his fingers, he conjured a cleaning spell over the bed. As quickly, the sweat, the fluids, the remnants of the mess left on the bed from their energetic session were gone. The sheets were clean, warm, and dry again. Leon smiled gently, then lay down between the sisters, bringing both into his arms.

They didn’t resist. Instead, they snuggled close, molding themselves against him like they were meant to be there. Syra curled into his left side, her head under his chin, while Kyra tucked into his right, her face resting against his chest.

"You two are incredible," Leon whispered with a tender grin.

Both girls giggled softly.

"No. you’re the incredible one," Kyra murmured sleepily, nuzzling into him.

Syra let out a gentle, teasing hum of agreement. "Yeah. we just kept up with you."

Leon laughed, his chest vibrating beneath their cheeks. "Then we all did a damn good job."

They three laughed softly together—gentle, breathy chuckles underneath the steady pulse of the rain.

The twins leaned in slightly, their heads buried more deeply in his chest, their hands clasped over his body in a tight, loving hold. Each was wrapped in an arm, stroking slowly back and forth through the long, wet green hair.

They were tired. Spent from the ferocity of their making love, yet their hearts were peaceful. Their breathing slowed, more in sync, their bodies merging into the gentle warmth of his hold.

Leon felt it—he could feel them coming to rest. He smiled.

With a subtle wave of his fingers and the barest whisper of air magic, he raised the blanket from where it had been dropped to the floor previously, back when his romance with the twins had started. It glided smoothly over them, directed with purpose, and draped itself over their forms. He ensured it enveloped them completely, covering them from the chilliness of the night.

He leaned forward and kissed each of them—first Syra’s hair, then Kyra’s—before softly whispering, "Good night, my precious twins."

There was no spoken response. But he sensed it—the clenching of both girls’ arms around him, the tight pressure of their love in return. He smiled.

Outside, the storm hadn’t let up yet, thunder booming in the distance. A fleeting memory surfaced in his mind—he’d received a system voice when he’d come in both sisters at the same time. A reward notice, probably. He considered opening the system and looking for it briefly.

But then, he gazed down at the two girls in his arms. Their heat. Their tranquility. Their affection.

No. That could wait. This, more.

As a soft breath escaped him, Leon relaxed, releasing thoughts, dreams, and everything outside of this room. His golden eyes drifted shut, and he fell into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in the soft, perfect arms of the girls that adored him.