Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 97: Hot Spring Seduction [Part-5]

Hot Spring Seduction [Part-5]

Steam curled fat in the moonlight, shrouding the forest pool in a haze of dream. Moonlight danced across the surface, silvering the water where it lapped softly against moss-soft stones. Cynthia’s knees bent into the yielding silt at the bottom of the hot spring, her shaking fingers wrapping tenderly around Leon’s throbbing, pulsating cock.

It was warm. Thicker. Alive in her hand. Her breath caught at the enormity and warmth of him.

He’s so... huge...

She gazed up at him, her eyes wide, dark with nervous expectation. His golden eyes met hers, untroubled and proud, but replete with something more—affection, trust. He did not hurry. He merely watched—waiting, allowing her time. That made it both easier and so much more difficult. She wanted to please him—not because she had been instructed that, but because she *needed* to please a man she loved.

Leon leaned back a little, his brawny arms stretched behind him on the rocks. The biceps and stomach muscles of his chest sparkled with little droplets of steam. He followed her every movement, completely absorbed. Her demure flush, the way her damp hair stuck to her cheeks, the little tremor of her lower lip—it awakened some primal impulse within him.

She’s nervous... but she’s also eager. She wants to please me.

He grunted softly as her warm breath wafted over his sensitive tip, the feeling sending a shiver coursing down his spine.

Behind them, Aria lay lazily in the water, her big breasts bobbing gently as she turned her head with a sly smile.

”Mmm... she’s so sweet when she’s nervous, isn’t she, darling?” she purred.

Leon didn’t glance away from Cynthia. ”She’s cute.”

Those words caused Cynthia’s heart to lurch and stomach knot in sweet torment. Her mouth opened. She leaned forward and kissed the throbbing head of his cock—soft, awed.

It jerked in her hand.

Her eyes went wide, but she didn’t wait. With a breathless rush of courage, she opened her mouth and sucked him in.

*Schlk... mmph... slrp...*

Leon gasped, his hips jerking as her gentle lips enveloped him. She was warm—*gods*, she was warm. Inexperience shone through; she accepted him too shallow, her motions uncertain. And still, it did not matter. It was the earnestness in her touch, the shaking resolve, that thudded against his heart.

Fuck... she’s really making an effort. Just for me.

Cynthia’s senses reeled. She anticipated something bitter, salty—but he tasted... earthy, slightly sweet. Like musky wild honey with a warmth to it. Her moan was unbidden, low and gentle, and it resonated against him.

Schlk. slrp. slrp.

Slrp. slrk. slrp.

The manner in which he pulsed within her lips caused her to open her eyes wide. *Did that feel good? Am I doing it right?* She attempted it again, further this time, tongue sliding down the bottom of his shaft.

Hoping for encouragement, she curled her tongue around his tip, slid along the bottom, then pushed him a little deeper.

Leon’s hand moved, fingers threading into her wet hair with a gentle possessiveness. He didn’t push. He just held her there—anchoring her.

”You’re doing beautifully,” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. ”So warm... so soft... gods, Cynthia...”

Off to the side, Kyra sat with her knees drawn up, eyes wide, lips parted. Her breath caught in her throat.

He’s Dick really... inside her mouth. And he’s moaning like that...

She wriggled beneath the water, pressing her thighs shut as a curl of warmth uncoiled in the pit of her stomach.

Syra, however, propped her chin in her hand, her gaze fixed on Leon’s cock as Cynthia serviced it with rough, unpracticed passion.

”Lucky girl,” she breathed. ”She gets to taste him first...”

Her other hand strayed beneath the surface, her fingertips tracing the inside of her thigh. *Would he moan like that for me too?*

Leon’s eyes opened, and he found both twins gazing—and smirked. Their hunger was fuel to the fire burning within him.

And then, suddenly, warm lips touched his own.

Aria.

She leaned forward, confident and bold, kissing him with slow, savoring hunger. Her tongue danced against his, sampling the warmth in his breathing as Cynthia all but adored him below.

”You taste like want,” she whispered against his mouth.

He kissed her back harder, his hand gripping her waist. ”And you taste like temptation.”

Their mouths danced in rhythm as Cynthia’s pace increased, saliva slicking his shaft.

*Schlk... slrp... glrk... glrk...*

Cynthia gagged slightly as she took him deeper, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. Still, she didn’t stop.

Leon stroked her head gently. ”Easy, darling... just like that... gods, yes...”

Her thighs clenched as arousal flooded her. Her body pulsed with need, every inch of her focused on him—on the way he moaned, the way he said her name.

She wanted to make him feel *everything*.

Leon groaned, his breath ragged.

”Cynthia...”

His hips twitched again. His cock pulsed, hard as steel.

”I’m gonna cum.”

Her eyes widened—and then fluttered shut as the first thick spurt hit her tongue.

*Spurt... spurt... glrk... slrp...*

The warmth of his seed warmed her mouth, heavy and sweet. She breathed softly but didn’t release him. Instead, she swallowed reflexively, the warmth going down her throat.

”Mmmph...”

His voice broke, raw and low. ”Good girl... fuck... Cynthia...”

She just kept sucking slowly, drawing out the final few thuds of him, her tongue licking slowly over his shaft.

When they were finished, she released him from her mouth with a gentle pop.

*Slrp... pop...*

She sat back, panting, cheeks aflame with a burning crimson. Her lips shone, and she licked the last bead from the side of her mouth.

Leon stared down at her, aghast. ”You... swallowed it all...”

She smiled at him, a bashful smile. ”I wanted to. For you.”

Aria laughed, and put out a hand to run her fingers through Cynthia’s wet hair. ”Well done, little wife.”

Cynthia dipped her head, but not before licking softly down the base of his shaft again to clean him completely.

*Lick... slrp... lick...

Leon’s head rolled back a little, his cock twiddling slowly with a lazy twitch in her grasp.

”Fuck... Cynthia...”

She leaned in against his thigh, her fingers still loosely wrapped around his now slowly softening length, breathing softly and contentedly.

In that instant, under the stars, with the steam swirling around them like a cocoon, Cynthia felt something break through. Not lust—something more. Something made in heat, devotion, and trust.

And Leon understood it too. He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder and bend down to kiss her forehead.

None of them uttered a word. None of them needed to.

This was devotion. This was intimacy.

She would give him everything.

And this was just the start.