The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1253: Epilogue 23 - The One Who Is Above All (7)

There wasn’t even the slightest hint of hesitation.

She didn’t even pause or warn me. She just went deeper, very deliberately and confidently, like she had already made up her mind long before I caught up to what was happening.

The tip of my cock was guided straight to the base of her throat, her lips sealed tight around me as her mouth and throat took everything in. It wasn’t sloppy or uncertain. It was direct and intentional. Her throat flexed as she pushed forward, and in one smooth motion, she went balls deep.

Immediately.

And the crazy part was that I hadn’t even told her to do that.

"Mmmnn...! Hhnnn...~!!"

The sounds came out muffled, vibrating against me, spilling through her nose in soft, breathless hums. It wasn’t restrained. She wasn’t shy about it. If anything, she sounded like she was savoring it. Her eyes watered slightly, but they didn’t close. Instead, she tilted her gaze upward and looked at me.

That look.

It wasn’t submissive. It wasn’t exactly bold either. It was something in between. It was a heated, focused, and almost daring me to react gaze.

It all happened so suddenly that my brain lagged a second behind my body.

Then she pulled out.

Slowly.

"Huuu... huu... uhh... uaaa... aaaa..."

The air rushed back into her lungs in uneven breaths. Saliva coated my cock completely, strings of it stretching from her lips to me as she leaned back. It glistened under the light, thick and messy, sliding down in slow trails. When she shifted slightly, it dragged along my skin, making everything feel even more sensitive.

The sensation was ridiculous.

It was warm and slippery.

It shot up through my spine and spread outward, making my shoulders tense and my jaw tighten. I had to grit my teeth just to keep myself steady. My knees honestly felt like they were considering retirement.

This was not what I expected.

For someone who was supposedly doing this for the first time, she looked way too natural. The way she controlled her breathing, the way she adjusted her mouth, and how she drooled and soaked everything without hesitation, it didn’t feel inexperienced. It felt... practiced.

I started doubting things. Well, maybe she had natural talent for this.

And while she was still catching her breath, she wrapped her arms around me. Not loosely. She looped them around my legs and pulled me closer, pressing herself forward again like she didn’t want even an inch of space between us.

It was intense.

It was like being claimed by a very determined, very hungry beast.

"Fufufu... she’s quite the pervert, isn’t she?" Myrcella’s voice cut in smoothly from the side.

She was sitting there with her legs crossed, watching like this was some kind of private show. Completely composed and almost amused.

"That’s surprising, especially coming from her," she added. "She’s locking you in as if she’s trying to reach even deeper."

"Well..." I exhaled slowly, still trying to keep myself together. "It is surprising. If this is her first time, she’s not exactly easing into it."

She continued, her head moving with deliberate rhythm. She didn’t rushed and it was not clumsy. Every motion was purposeful. Her lips tightened slightly when she went lower, and the soft vibrations from her hums made my legs feel unstable all over again.

I wasn’t exaggerating. My knees were weak.

So I pulled her away for a moment.

She blinked up at me, confusion flashing across her face. A thin string of saliva still connected her lips to the tip of my cock, stretching as she leaned back. It stretched and stretched, trembling under tension before finally snapping and falling.

"Hu..."

She breathed out softly.

For a second, she just knelt there, collecting herself. Then, almost surprisingly composed, she grabbed the edge of her uniform and wiped her mouth.

The fact that she could still think to wipe herself down like that meant she hadn’t completely lost control.

At least not yet.

I lifted her onto the bed, and she let me. She didn’t argue a didn’t resist in any real way. She just stayed there, lying back, looking completely undone.

And that sight—

For the longest time, I hadn’t felt any real desire toward the Commander. Seeing her like this with her hair slightly disheveled, breathing uneven, and eyes glazed with heat, it stirred something I hadn’t expected.

Something I probably shouldn’t have been feeling.

But I was.

"Leon," Myrcella said calmly, as if announcing something obvious. "She’s ready."

I didn’t know how things escalated this fast. It felt like we skipped several steps. But the timing... it felt right.

So I spread her legs.

She tried to close them. There was resistance, sure. But it lacked strength. It was more instinct than effort. Her thighs trembled, but she couldn’t push me away.

"Allow me to help you, Leon," Myrcella said smoothly.

Before I could respond, she reached for the crotch of Lilia’s tights and tore them apart. The sound of fabric ripping filled the room.

"Ah..."

Lilia’s eyes widened slightly at the suddenness of it.

Myrcella didn’t stop there. She slid her fingers under the shifted fabric of her panties and moved them aside.

And just like that, her bare pussy was exposed.

It was tightly closed, almost defensively so, but unmistakably wet. A sheen of moisture caught the light, and even from where I was, I could see the slight trembling.

"W-What are you doing? S-Stop looking at it."

She tried to fall back on authority. That tone with that edge.

But it didn’t land the way it usually would. Not to us, anyway.

"You know," I said evenly, leaning closer, "when you tell me to stop like that while using that voice... it kind of has the opposite effect."

Her expression tightened.

I traced my fingers along her bare pussy slowly at first. I didn’t rush. Just feeling the warmth there. Then I pressed two fingers inside, easing them in and out carefully.

"Uh... fuuuhhh..."

She immediately brought her hand to her mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

"Well then," I murmured, watching her reactions closely. "I think you’re ready. It’s about time this guy stretches you wide open. The tip of my cock is already covered in your sloppy love juices. Everything’s prepared."

I rubbed my cock along her pussy, gliding it slowly across her entrance, coating it thoroughly. The contact made her shudder.

She looked at it through her fingers, half-hiding her face. Her expression was melting. There was no better word for it. Her composure was dissolving piece by piece.

I positioned myself carefully.

Then I pushed in.

Slowly at first.

Her body reacted immediately. Her face tightened, teeth clenching as I pressed deeper. I could feel her walls tightening around me, trembling, and squeezing instinctively. But even as they resisted, they yielded.

"Mu... kuu... uh... uuuh... ———————————uuuhh!!!"

Her voice didn’t fully break free until I bottomed out, until I was as deep as I could go. The sound came out delayed, dragged from her chest like it had been caught somewhere inside.

And when I finally reached the end, feeling her fully around me, the intensity of it settled in all at once.

There was no going back from that point.