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Chapter 253: Nova’s First Time [Part-3]

Chapter 253: Nova’s First Time [Part-3]

Nova’s First Time [Part-3]

Leon’s smirk softened into something quieter, something that shimmered just beneath the surface of his golden gaze.

"Guilty as charged," he murmured. "But for once. I’m not confident because of experience."

Nova raised an eyebrow, lips twitching in amusement. "No?"

He leaned in, brushing his lips along the curve of her neck, his voice dropping like warm silk. "No. I’m confident because it’s you. Because this... we... feel like it’s always been waiting to happen."

That struck her deeper than she expected. She blinked once, the teasing in her expression faltering into something more tender.

Leon’s hand slid up her thigh—warm, grounding, reverent.

"I don’t want to merely take you," he growled, his voice thick. "I want to feel you. Every breath. Every shake. Every noise. You’re worth more than desire—you’re worth me."

Nova’s teasing facade broke. Her heart skipped a beat.

She leaned up and placed her hand on his face, fingers tracing across his cheek, then into his rumpled black hair.

"Then make me feel it," she breathed. "All of it."

They clasped each other for a beat—then another.

And then, slowly, Nova’s eyes fell lower.

For the first time... she really looked at him.

Her breathing caught.

Between them, his cock rose full and unashamed—thick, flushed, heavy. The tip glowed softly, and a spicy scent hit her senses—floverly and spicy, weirdly clean, weirdly his. The warmth of his body rolled off him like a wave, and something primitive stirred in her chest.

She wasn’t scared. But she was stunned.

Not by the size—a good nine inches—but by the closeness of the moment. She’d never looked at a man like this. Never been this close. And now, here she was... looming over someone who could destroy her, take her... and was still holding back.

A memory flashed in her mind—one of his woman, on one drunken evening, discussing Leon. She recalled Rias chuckling delicately, stirring the glass.

"Daddy loves it when you suck his dick with your mouth. He won’t ever tell you—but Damn, he melts. Like ice on fire."

Nova had made a face at the time.

Now, that sly whisper came back like a challenge.

She looked up.

Leon’s face was uninterpretable—but the slight furrow of his brow, the rigidity of his muscles, the rigidity of his arms—he was not pushing.

He watched the way she looked at him, greedy, contemplative. He knew what was going through her mind.

And when she smiled—a tiny one—he knew she’d made up her mind.

She couldn’t help but gawk. Nine inches—thick, veiny, throbbing with hunger. It quivered in her sight as if it sensed her wonder.

The aroma intensified—musk, richness, male. Her thighs tightened reflexively.

"Proceed," Leon whispered, running a hand softly through her silken locks. "Feel it."

Nova smiled weakly, as if it were something ordinary... but her fingers shook.

Leon could sense she was nervous. She didn’t say it. He didn’t call her out on it. He just waited.

She moved slowly and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock.

Warm. Hard. And yet. velvety soft.

"Haa..." she breathed unsteadily. "It’s... throbbing..."

He let out a groan as soon as she made a soft stroke, his hand gripping a little tighter in her hair.

Nova smiled weakly at his look. She leaned forward, kissing just above his belly button.

His abs tightened. She descended further.

Another kiss. Further down.

When her lips touched the base of his cock, Leon took a sharp breath in.

Her breath caressed him—warm, light. Her tongue darted out, once, to sample a new flavor.

Hell. He was like a spark of heat. Salt. Some overpowering, spiced sweetness she couldn’t identify.

She blinked, amazed at how good it was. His smell—musky, floral—dizzying. Intoxicating in a way that made her press her thighs together.

He growled, his voice thick with pleasure. "Just like that."

The approval sparked something within her.

She leaned in again slowly, parting her lips as her tongue slithered out—a soft, slow lick over the swollen head.

"Slrp..."

A pearl of clear fluid glistened at the tip. She lapped it up.

Nova gazed up at him.

Leon’s jaw was clenched. One hand gripped the sheets beside him, his golden eyes burning.

"Nova..."

She smirked. "I’m just... exploring, my love."

He let out a low sound—half growl, half laugh—at her words.

And despite his effort to stay composed, he knew she was enjoying this.

But his expression shifted—deeper, needier—the moment her lips, this time slowly, carefully, completely wrapped around the tip of his cock and took him gradually into her mouth.

His entire body flinched.

She didn’t hurry.

She wasn’t skilled—not at this—but she was intentional.

Her lips were hot and damp, her tongue cautious at first... but inquisitive.

She consumed him inch by inch, her hand tracing where her mouth couldn’t yet go.

The heaviness of him, the feel of him throbbing, the soft, muffled moans that broke from him—it left her drunk on love and control.

Smiling up at him, she didn’t move back. Instead, she opened her mouth further, wrapping her lips around him even tighter like a vacuum, her tongue curling gently.

"Mmm... sllrrp..."

Leon breathed through his nose, eyes growing darker as he watched her. His fingers combed deeper into her hair, softly controlling her speed.

"That’s it... take a little more, Nova."

She did.

Inch by inch, his shaft inserted further into her mouth. She gagged a little but didn’t break—tears tickling the corners of her eyes as she adjusted.

She choked a bit, and Leon’s face narrowed in worry.

"Nova..." he growled, his voice strained, frayed at the edges.

"You don’t... have to..."

She hesitated just long enough to talk, lips still fluttering over his tip, her breath warm on him. Her voice was soft—teasing, but tinged with flame.

"Do I appear to be in distress?"

Leon released a shattered groan, his head falling back against the pillows.

"You appear to be a goddess," he breathed, catching his breath. "And you’re... killing me..."

Her heart skipped, a wave of warmth spreading through her chest. She smiled against him—slow, sultry.

"Good," she whispered. "That’s the plan."

He laughed at her statement, the sound low and panted—and she tittered softly back.

Then, not breaking gaze, she resumed motion.

Slow, tentative bobs of her head initially. Each action slick with saliva, her lips opening further as her tongue skimmed the sensitive underside of his shaft with light, teasing delicacy.

"Slrrrp... glk... glk..."

The noises were wet, filthy, and completely addictive.

His soft moans above her merely encouraged her. Her rhythm quickened, fingers clenching his thighs for hold as she worked him with increasing ardor.

"You learn fast..." he groaned, his voice strained. "Such a warm... comfortable little mouth..."

She smiled—but didn’t release him.

She went on—slow, deliberate, learning. Experimenting with what caused him to spasm. What caught his breath. She enjoyed the way his body reacted... the way his fingers clenched the sheets tighter with each bounce... the way his self-control dissolved the longer she tormented him.

Occasionally, she’d stop—nuzzling a gentle kiss to the base, or circling her tongue around his tip—then thrust once more, taking him inside with a groan.

Every time she moved, every time her lips rode down his length, he’d murmur her name in a shattered prayer.

Her cheeks reddened further. She moaned around him—transmitting delicate tremors down his shaft.

"F-Fuck..." Leon’s head dropped back, muscles straining. One hand was on the nape of her head, coaxing her down gently.

His tip hit the back of her throat.

She gagged—but didn’t draw back.

She kept going, moving her head in steady, eager rhythm, her lips slick, her eyes half-lidded.

His breathing turned ragged. He was close—already on the edge. His abdomen tightened, the muscles in his thighs tense.

He looked down at her, eyes wild, voice cracking.

"Nova... I’m going to—"

She didn’t stop.

She gazed up at him, green irises locked with gold, and took him just a little deeper—her lips soft, her mouth filled with him. Deeper. Faster. Her eyes never leaving his face, sipping every flicker of emotion.

And then—

"Ah—!"

With a strangled gasp and full-body shudder, he came.

Thick spurts of hot seed burst into her mouth, filling her up. She coughed once but swallowed in a hurry, not wanting to waste a drop.

His ejaculation pulsed, hot and consistent, and she didn’t wince. She took it—startled by its flavor. Oddly clean. A little sweet. Not bitter. Not piercing. Her throat worked involuntarily, swallowing every time he throbbed against her tongue.

"Mmm... mmm—slrrrp..."

Leon’s entire body shook.

His hand slipped into her hair—not pinning, just centering himself.

When he was done, she tenderly licked him dry, cheeks hollowing a little as she milked the last drops.

She finally let him go, gasping softly. A thin strand of fluid still linked her mouth to his tip. Her lips were flushed; breathing uneven. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, cheeks flushed, heart pounding.

Leon gazed at her as if he’d never laid eyes on anything more lovely.

Nova tilted her head, her voice low and raspy.

"Sweet. with a touch of honey-like flavor," she whispered shyly, licking her lips. "Tasted finer than wine," she breathed.

Leon looked down at her—his lovely duchess, flushed and panting, kneeling before him with half-closed eyes and cheeks rosy-red.

She smiled up at him, panting lightly, and asked, "How was I? Did you enjoy it?"

Her voice held a confident nuance, but he saw it—the nervous tremble beneath her words, the vulnerable glint in her eyes.

He reached out, gently stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, then brushing his thumb over her slick, parted lips.

"You were perfect," he whispered. "Better than I could have imagined."

He laughed—a gentle, dazed sound—and then he drew her into his arms, holding her close, as if he never wanted to release her.