Leon found his eyes drifting upward to the clock on the wall. Given the secluded location of the Silver Dragon's Sanctuary, deep within its mystical valley, the sun would rise around 4 a.m., perhaps closer to five. And now, having just finished dinner, it was only 8 p.m.
A long, long night lay ahead—a continuous engagement until dawn. Somehow, contemplating this simple calculation made his head ache and his very soul feel weary.
Swallowing hard, Leon shifted his gaze back to the captivating beauty draped in black silk on the bed.
Her upper body was wrapped in that enticing, dark fabric, but Leon could already imagine the alluring sight concealed beneath the sheets.
Yet, the price of this view would be an all-night battle for him—nine hours of continuous, unwavering effort.
Reflecting on their initial encounter—a violent clash of fiery glances and raw power that had left them both exhausted and silent for a full day—he realized that the defiant resistance he once held toward Rossweise, the formidable "Silver Queen," had long since faded.
For a dragon, after all, conviction was paramount. And his conviction was, and had always been, her.
Six years of marriage and building a family had smoothed his once-sharp, battle-hardened edges—she had, quite simply, worn him down completely, and he had surrendered willingly.
Now, he was faced with a difficult choice: turn away from the tantalizing vision before him, or commit to an all-night struggle of endurance and passion.
While Leon wavered internally, Rossweise played her trump card. She lifted a delicate accessory from under the covers and placed it carefully on her head.
"Bunny... bunny ears..."
Leon's eye twitched involuntarily at the sight.
He immediately recognized the accessory and became even more certain that the wonders hidden beneath the blanket would far surpass his already heightened expectations.
"Oh, yes, bunny ears~" she cooed.
Her soft, melodic voice accompanied her hand as she reached up to adjust the fuzzy black ears, making them sway playfully atop her silver hair. The sight was a devastating mix of adorable and profoundly tempting.
"You know," she whispered, her voice dropping an octave, "bunny ears are never worn alone. They're usually... paired with a very particular outfit, right?"
Her voice was a seductive, husky whisper, as if the Devil himself were laying out the most enticing of temptations.
"Come on now, you've already guessed. Just say yes, darling."
"It's just a little all-nighter until the sunrise. I know that's not too difficult for a man of your... legendary stamina," she coaxed, her fingertip tracing slow, deliberate circles along the back of Leon's hand.
A soft, electric tingling sensation stirred from her touch, making its way straight to his core.
No matter how he tried to restrain himself, the intricate dragon tattoos on his chest and arm betrayed him, glowing with a faint, pulsing violet light.
"I see it," she murmured victoriously. "They're lighting up. Even if you deny it with words, your body tells me what you're truly longing to do..."
With that, Rossweise hooked a finger under his chin, drawing him close until their breaths mingled.
Looking directly into his dark, intense eyes, where her own reflection danced in his gaze, she parted her red lips, her voice a hypnotic spell.
"Tear me apart."
"Come on, little lion," she breathed, her eyes flashing with challenge and desire. "Use your teeth and claws. Tear me to shreds."
Leon froze for a second, a shiver running down his spine.
This... she was just begging for it.
"Alright, alright, you little troublemaker," he muttered, a feral grin finally breaking through his resistance. "Just know, General Leon isn't one to go easy—not even on his beloved wife!"
With that declaration, Leon grabbed the edge of the blanket and threw it off.
But as the cover lifted, revealing what lay beneath, he was utterly taken aback.
The scene was far from what he'd imagined.
Not only was it unexpected—it was almost... comically disappointing.
"A... a puffer jacket...?" he uttered, disbelief coloring his tone.
There lay his queen, seductive in her sheer black stockings, but her upper body was wrapped in a thick, padded winter coat.
It was autumn. Sure, the mountain temperatures dropped at night, but... no one needed to wear a full winter coat in bed!
Seeing the mixture of sheer frustration and utter bemusement on Leon's face, Rossweise smiled a triumphant, mischievous smile.
"Do you like my mix-and-match style, darling?"
"...You're truly asking for trouble tonight."
"Well," she said, her voice dripping with playful promise, "if trouble isn't coming my way just yet—"
Rossweise slowly sat up, her fingers moving to the buttons of her jacket.
With each button she undid, more of her fair, flawless skin was revealed, smooth and tantalizing, with the edges of her own dragon tattoos shimmering with a soft violet light across her collarbone.
"Then let me bring out... the main attraction."
She slipped the thick jacket off her shoulders, unveiling the tight, profoundly seductive black bunny suit that hugged every one of her magnificent curves.
A long, sleek silver tail emerged gracefully from the base of her spine, coiling around Leon's waist with surprising strength and pulling him down onto the bed beside her.
Before he could fully react, she shifted, leaning over him, her hair forming a silver curtain around them.
"I told you there'd be something you wanted to see tonight. How could I ever lie to you?" she whispered, her face inches from his.
"...You are a glorious troublemaker," he breathed, his hands coming up to rest on her hips.
She chuckled, a low, thrilling sound, and brushed her finger along the rugged, weathered lines of his face. His defined features, honed from years of battle and command, never failed to make her heart race.
"Go on, my lion. Do whatever you like... however you like."
Rossweise wrapped her arms around his neck, their noses touching, their warm breaths becoming one.
"I only have one condition, which you already know..." she reminded him, her silver eyes holding his captive. "Don't stop until sunrise."
Gazing deeply into her eyes, seeing the love, challenge, and raw need reflected there, Leon nodded silently. His broad, calloused hands lifted to cradle her delicate waist.
That waist, which fit so perfectly in his hands, had always been a source of both strength and vulnerability for her.
The glow of their interconnected dragon tattoos intensified, casting a soft, pulsing light around them.
They met in a deep, consuming kiss in the cool autumn night, their heated skin brushing together, the faint, tantalizing rustle of silk and satin filling the silent room.
As his rough hands slid along her impossibly soft skin, the sensation was utterly intoxicating for them both.
This night had been a long time coming. They'd been weighed down by duties, wars, and diplomacy, leaving little room for uninterrupted indulgence. Their recent encounters, though passionate, had been rushed, stolen moments between crises.
But now, with the heaviest burdens lifted and a fragile peace finally within reach, she wanted nothing more than to drown in this long-awaited, unhurried love until dawn broke.
"Mmm..."
A gentle, rumbling dragon's purr escaped her as waves of pleasure rippled through her body, her silver eyes clouding over with pure desire.
She clung to him, feeling the powerful, deliberate movements of his body, as he seemed to take her earlier command to heart—he was determined to worship her, to devour her, to tear her apart with pleasure.
His strength was nearly overwhelming, even for her resilient dragon body.
But Rossweise, through her blissful haze, wasn't fully satisfied yet. She wanted to break completely.
"Not enough... Leon..." she gasped, her voice strained. "Is that all you've got? Hmm? I said tear me to pieces!"
Her challenge was met with a renewed, primal surge of intensity from him, each movement becoming deeper, more possessive, more consuming.
Her body sank into the softness of the bed, held, pressed, moving in a perfect, ancient rhythm with his.
Every inch of contact, every brush of skin, she savored it, her body craving, absorbing each touch as if it were her last.
Her silver eyes rolled back as her awareness began to fray at the edges, her flushed cheeks resembling the deep hues of the evening sky, punctuated by her soft, involuntary dragon murmurs.
The addition of the bunny suit tonight had indeed given Leon an unexpected "attack boost," provoking the primal lion within him.
This, in turn, left her utterly and beautifully defenseless.
But that was exactly what she had wanted all along.
To be completely and utterly conquered by the strongest man she had ever known.
In her hazy, pleasure-fogged thoughts, she vaguely heard Leon's voice, dark and commanding.
"Hmm? What's wrong..." she managed to slur out.
"Say my name."
Her mind, fogged by lack of oxygen and overwhelming sensation, couldn't quite process the command.
"What... what do you mean?"
"I want to hear you scream my name when you shatter for me."
His command was as cold and uncompromising as a king's decree, even as he continued to worship the soft, yielding woman beneath him.
"Leon..." she moaned, the first wave of a much larger climax already building.
Another devastating surge of pleasure washed over her, eroding the last scraps of her reason.
"Leon, Leon..." she chanted, her voice rising in pitch.
The dam was breaking, the tide overwhelming, impossible to hold back.
"Leon... Leon! LEON!"
With a final, breathless, raw cry, the floodgates burst completely, her body convulsing as she screamed his name into the night, the sound swallowed by the darkness and the relentless, loving force of the man who held her.