Her kiss was fierce, but the heat of her mouth sent a jolt through him, igniting every nerve.
Leon's hands flailed, unsure where to go, until she grabbed them, guiding them to her chest.
She pushed his fingers under her tunic, and he felt the soft, warm weight of her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch.
His pants tightened instantly, his arousal surging like a tidal wave.
"S-Saria," he stammered against her lips, his voice a desperate whine. "This is… I mean…" His brain was a fog of lust and panic, his hands trembling as he squeezed her soft breasts, the sensation overwhelming.
"Focus," she said, her voice steady despite the faint flush on her cheeks.
She pulled back slightly, her hands deftly unbuckling his belt, her fingers brushing his skin with agonizing precision.
She tugged his pants down, exposing his already hard cock, and knelt before him, her dark eyes locking onto his.
The sight of her, stoic and unyielding even now, made his arousal spike higher, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
She didn't speak, just leaned forward, her lips brushing the tip of his cock in a teasing motion.
Leon's hands gripped the wall, his knuckles white as he fought to stay upright.
Her tongue flicked out, tracing slow, sensual circles around the head, each movement precise yet dripping with intent.
She took him into her mouth, her lips tight and warm, her tongue swirling along his length with a skill that made his vision blur.
The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the air, mingling with his choked whimpers.
Leon's head tipped back, his eyes squeezing shut as pleasure crashed through him.
The stone in his hand grew hot, the magic stirring in his chest, a warm, electric pulse that matched the rhythm of Saria's mouth.
She moved faster, her lips gliding over him, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside with flicks that drove him wild.
One hand gripped his thigh, her nails digging in just enough to ground him, while the other cupped his balls, massaging gently, sending him spiraling toward the edge.
"Saria… I can't…" he gasped, his hips twitching involuntarily.
The magic surged stronger, a tingling heat spreading through his body, his exhaustion fading as power flooded back.
Her eyes flicked up, still unreadable, but the intensity in them pushed him over.
He came with a shuddering cry, his body trembling as waves of pleasure and magic crashed through him.
Saria didn't pull away, swallowing with a faint grimace, her face otherwise unchanged.
She stood, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her expression as blank as ever.
"Your magic's back," she said, her voice flat but carrying a hint of satisfaction.
She adjusted her tunic, her fiery aura flaring briefly around her hands. "Don't waste it."
Leon slumped against the wall, his legs barely holding him up, his breath coming in heaving gasps.
"Holy… crap," he panted, his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and euphoria.
The stone in his hand glowed faintly, and he felt the magic pulsing in his veins, stronger than before.
"That was… I mean… best power ever." He tried to grin, but it came out shaky, his mind still reeling.
Saria's eyes narrowed slightly, the faintest crack in her stoic facade.
"Get used to it," she said, turning back toward the barricade. "We're not done. More will come." Her voice was all business, but there was a slight huskiness to it, barely noticeable, that made Leon's heart skip.
He pulled his pants up, his hands still trembling, and followed her, the stone clutched tightly.
The battlefield came back into view, the townsfolk regrouping, their faces grim but determined.
Leon's magic was back, stronger than before, but the weight of the fight ahead pressed down on him.
Saria's fire, her unyielding presence, and the spark of his own power gave him a flicker of courage, but the fear lingered.
He was still just a gamer in a world of monsters, and the next wave was coming.