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The forgotten Witcher school of yore, has adapted itself to bringing you only the finest of horrible drabbles, poor limmericks, and the occasional Ballad from across the continent.

It seems that my Witcher brothers and sisters are out on the path, so for the while we may be stuck inside of the Witcher fortress, allow me to pour you a drink as we reminisce on that which has come to pass, that which is occurring now, and share ale-drunken muses about the path ahead.

If you feel like setting out on the path yourself, remember to always bring two swords, good ale, and even better company.

Your ever faithful friend,

My drawing blog: @mochibunne

Fics:

Sage & Strawberries

Part: one,

Blood Moon

Part:

Night Flowers

Part:

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Part 1

The curse had been broken, the spell undone. The ugliest man alive re-emerging as not a man, but Elf. An Elven mage in search of Cirilla as were we, before the Hunt could catch up to her. 

My short time in knowing Ciri from her times at the inn, as well as saving my life had made me committed to repaying my debts to the Ashen-haired woman, as well as our brief romantic trist...I had been found by Geralt, whom had familiar silver hair, piercing eyes, and a similar medallion to my dear friend, I practically begged him to allow me to tag along with him. In our first encounter he declined, in our second I inquired if he knew a female witcher with beautiful green eyes... and from then on he was interested in having me go along with him on his quest, after some time on the path with Geralt, he came to be in possession of a strange looking creature only referred to as "Uma". 

Upon my first meeting with Uma, I saw him to be a sweet and innocent creature. The journey back to Kaer Mohren was a long and arduous one, thus we took breaks as needed and aided locals, while Geralt handled the monsters with his silver blade, I would assist at a safer distance with the crossbow. It helped that I was a practical medic for the Witcher as well as a decent cook, he seemed less regretful that he was bringing me along for those reasons. 

It was fortunate that we both liked to be hygienic as well, I was given the opportunity for frequent baths and warm cots to sleep upon, though often I would be sharing the room with a snoring Witcher and the staring Uma. Often this creature looked at me, sometimes with a dopey smile and other times I saw a glimmer of something else in his gaze, as if he had become a different person altogether. During the nights which I was curled up comfortably on the second bed, which I thankfully slept alone on, I would catch Uma looking at my form laying in bed...I was at first a little creeped out by the behaviour, but I took it as him being unaware that it was rude, I honestly was too weak in the heart to scold him for he had suffered greatly as well as being jeered at while on the path. I would often keep him on my horse Mellon to relieve Geralt's mare Roach from the added weight of two, as my Stallion was well adept to handle much more with his age and muscle double that of the young horse. 

Uma was an innocent creature in my eyes, thus I felt no shame in bathing the poor thing, though he seemed a little sad when being helped, I realized why this was as Geralt told me it was someone under a terrible curse - of course he only told me this after I had bathed alongside the being, thinking he was merely a child-like monster. I nearly shrieked down the tavern in embarrassment of showing every inch of my naked body to another human, not knowing any better. 

It took weeks to get to Kaer Mohren and I had taken a liking to Uma, despite knowing that he was a cursed man. He listened to me better than he obeyed Geralt, and I couldn't help my bleeding heart for caring about him after I heard how Uma had been treated at the Bloody Baron's place, so, I took to holding his hand to make sure he wouldn't run off and get hurt again - it was a practice that I had become so used to, like I was to the presence of both Uma and Geralt on our journey. 

(Present)

I was saddened to see Uma get carried away by the Witchers, I felt like a worried mother when his large eyes looked and me, blinked, then smiled before being led to the laboratory to have his spell broken by Yennifer of Vengerberg, Geralt, and the old witcher master, Vesemir. I practically begged Geralt to allow me to be present in the grand hall. He knew better than anyone how attached I had become to the creature and simply grumbled; 

" (y/n), it's not going to be a pretty sight...don't interfere. No matter how much Uma seems to be in pain. He could die if anything goes wrong, especially from someone trying to help, understand?" 

I nodded and promised that I would leave it all in Geralt's hands now. 

Fortunately there were things I could help out with, such as helping to mop the floors clean with the boys after they scrubbed it down. 

Yennifer: I shall also need wiping down. 

Eskle glanced between myself and Geralt, he looked uneasy with the cloth in between his large callused hands, gently I pulled the cloth from his fingers as he protested to Yen. 

E: "Maybe Geralt oughta- oh thanks (y/n)"

Y: "I shan't bite either of you two, and I would rather not reek of vomit anymore."

I hummed in agreement and helped the Sorceress by gently wiping off the sludge against her lovely black coat, after this I elected myself to stand with Geralt and Yen, dabbing a sweet scented cloth to Yennifer's forehead as she perspired from keeping the spell active for hours. The scented cloth and the perfume pouch attached to my hip masked the smell of Uma's vomit, with the smell of wild strawberries and Roses. 

Geralt: Well, it doesn't smell horrible anymore, but I think the scent is putting Yen to sleep. 

Yen: I'm just...resting my eyes Geralt. 

Geralt bemusedly gave me a look of "sure" before he snarkily replied "That's called Sleeping." 

She only sighed and glanced between my now smiling face and Geralt's slightly amused, mostly concerned expression. 

"Well, do either of you have a method of keeping me awake, perhaps telling me a story, Geralt, (y/n)?" 

We two thought for a moment before I glanced at Yennifer again. 

"Would you like to hear the story of how I met Ciri?" 

Geralt: We've already heard that one though? 

(Y/N): Yes yes, the factual version that told you where she was heading, but not the full story with all the unnecessary details you hadn't the time to hear. 

Yen: Well, then tell us now 

I regaled to them the tale of Johann, what's his name, and his satchel of coins I was sure were a bundle of rocks. With fists flying askew and during my time of danger being rescued by the Ashen-haired woman we all sought to save now. 

Geralt: "Well- now that's a story. A really interesting one too" 

He chuckled a bit thinking of the tavern the way I had so vividly described it in my tale. 

Yen: One question though, what were you doing in that tavern in the first place (y/n)? 

I paused for a moment before sighing softly, 

"Well...I was to meet someone in that tavern, but they never showed up - my former financial backer who just up and vanished one day. Thanks to Ciri I didn't go empty handed at least, I got five new Gwent decks that day." 

Geralt seemed to be mulling over his question before asking "Know what happened to the guy?" 

I simply shrugged "maybe he got in with the wrong crowd in Novigrad? He was worth a lot of money, so it's fair to assume he had a lot of enemies."  

Yen: You two chit-chatting is putting me to sleep again- 

Geralt: "Then how about another story, ever  heard about the time I took Ciri ice skating?"

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I bit my lip in anxiety and fear, watching Uma endure this painful ritual, even leaping to my feet during the last part wherein Uma screamed out in pain, to which Geralt let out a bark at me to "not come any closer!" Reluctantly causing me to sit and watch this torturous ordeal...until it finally happened, Uma began to glow and in place of the Uma I came to love, was a Elven man I did not know. With Ashen-Blonde hair and deep, penetrating gaze, ones that gave me a slight shiver to lock eyes with.

His voice was deep and melodic, as he was weakened and laying on the wooden table. Without another thought I took out my sheepskin canteen and rushed over as soon as the Elf finished speaking, putting it to his pink and lush lips. 

"Drink" I said in almost a hoarse whisper to the man, his clouded gaze looking up at me for a few moments, before his hand came up, laid upon my own on the bottle - and he gulped it down with haste, the ritual dehydrating and exhausting him. He soon fell back unconscious and Yennifer who looked thoroughly exhausted was still stabilizing the incantations over him. 

Y:  "If only you were a Witch's apprentice (y/n), I could relieve my ever aching arms." 

"Oh- I'm sorry Yennifer..." 

Y: "Well, I can test your affinity to magic later. If you're still up to it, I'd appreciate you sticking around as my assistant while I try to fix the damage the trials have done to him."

She nodded gently towards the man Geralt said "was no friend of his", the Elven Sage Avallac'h. 

Geralt glanced over to where I was and then to Yennifer. 

"I could use her on path Yen, I'm supposed to be gathering allies, she has a knack for getting people to do what she wants..." 

I looked between Yen and Geralt as they each had the expression of "she's going with me", which of course put me in a tough spot. 

Vesemir spoke up to save me from their bantering with simply "Enough both of you, whatever decision she makes is her own. Whether she goes on the path with Wolf, or stays here with us, it's her choice to make, not yours." 

I felt like a deer in the middle of the road, darting to and fro to escape two predators both on either ends of the path, one a white wolf, the other a black bear. I simply inhaled and stated my answer, weighing the options of staying and caring for Avallac'h or going to save Ciri with Geralt. 

"I know I came here to save Ciri, but I feel like I'd only get in your way Geralt. I'll give you letters though, to my allies that owe me favours, they'll join you with my written words alone. I'll help prepare the welcome party from here." 

I really did want to go, but I knew I wasn't strong enough to take on the wild hunt, not yet at least and…inside, I felt a twinge of fear, a dark voice in the back of my mind whispering: 

'what if Ciri doesn't want to see us, she's busy trying to run for her life…remembering us is but an afterthought.'

Geralt nodded slowly, getting used to the idea, but he did look a little sad about it. Maybe he too had gotten used to having company while travelling afar, but he also knew that taking a young girl with him while the wild hunt grew ever closer - may prove difficult. Protecting both Ciri and the lass could be fatal, thus Geralt resigned to the choice made by his one time travelling companion. 

Yen: Well, that settles it. Come my assistant, help me to get Avallac'h to drink more fluids as you did before. Then you can go ahead and write to your heart's content so Geralt can go on his way. 

  Geralt: When you're ready, I'll be waiting near the main entrance. 

I nodded to both Geralt and Yennifer, then taking up another canteen of water, carefully went over to the Elven man, he was what was called an Aen Saevherne, what the Aen Elle called Mages. I knew this only from the stories my mother spoke of, regarding the Elves, she was of course the most knowledgeable person I knew concerning that topic. Gently I brushed his soft locks away from his face, causing his baby blue eyes to flutter open. 

Softly I spoke to him. "Hello again, if you'd be so kind as to drink some more water, I'd appreciate it." There I held the lip of the bottle close to his, though this time around his eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps uneasy with my warm and friendly exterior - perhaps he did not remember me...the others did say he sustained brain trauma, though they were unsure how bad the damage truly was. 

To ease Avallac'h's distrust, I took a swig out of the canteen, gulping down one mouthful of fresh mountain water before looking back down at him.

"See? Not harmful Avallac'h. Will you trust me on this?" 

He hoarsely whispered something to which I came closer, placing my ear very close to his lips to hear him utter "fine..." 

I just nodded and pressed the bottle to his lips, his hand touching over mine like before, yet with a small grip to his hold, and he drank his fill, simply moving his head to indicate where he was finished with it. 

With the Help of Lambert and Eskel, the weak Elven sage was transported to one of the rooms within Kaer Morhen for further treatment and recuperation while the work on the Witcher fortress continued. My duties had also increased, but not by much. I had volunteered to cook and assist Yennifer with treatment of Avallac'h, which came as a relief to the Three remaining Witchers, though I had not known of it at the time until they expressed it when Yennifer let me go to the mess hall to eat and rest.

"Thanks (y/n)"

I was surprised for just a moment as I looked up to see Eskel, taking a seat across from me.

"For what my dear Eskel?" 

At the term 'my dear' I had the utmost pleasure of seeing the Witcher look flustered, almost a shy look on his well-worn features and rugged face.

"Ah…well…I -" 

"He's trying to say thanks from freeing us from being Madam Sorceress' personal slaves."

Chimed in an enthusiastic Lambert, who walked in with a few bottles of ale into the main hall. Eskel huffed a sigh and sat down finally and I could only smile between the two dark-haired men.

"Is that so? Well, you're quite welcome Eskel." 

I mused at his little smile and the way Lambert was eyeing us, as I took a bite from my sandwich filled with delicious wild mushrooms, sweet peppers, and some slices of cheese melted down into a delectable substance between the toasted bread.

"Though- I don't see why it's so horrible working for Yennifer. She's definitely…strict, but she does have manners- at times." 

Lambert: "Just wait till she gets the idea she's going easy on you, she'll have you hunting forktails and getting her potion ingredients next." 

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Candy Apple

Kinktober prompt 1 Praise kink

Pairings: Leon S.Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, Sexual themes

Synopsis: Leon Scott Kennedy, former Racoon City Police Department Rookie now turned Special Agent is assigned to rescue the President’s Daughter, kidnapped and being held by a hostile entity, a cult bent on using her for unknown reasons. While on assignment, Leon finds himself undercover within Spain, tracking down the last known whereabouts of said cult and looking into the reasons behind their capture of both the president’s daughter as well as the unusual circumstances surrounding the origin of this mission. You, a contact of Leon’s and long time object of his affections, had joined Leon on his mission. Both of you are currently occupying a small flat as your base of covert operations in Spain. 

Leon sighed quietly as dusk was settling along the horizon, the natural light source he had been using to read through his briefing reports was finally dying out. He begrudgingly stood up, stretching his tired form and muscles for a few, sweet moments before he walked over to the overhead lamp across the room. It had been about a week since he flew out to Spain, under the President’s discreet orders to find and secure his daughter Ashley, all he had to work off of so far was the picture given to him, a photograph of an energetic looking young woman with a cheery smile on her face, someone who didn’t have to worry about the troubles of tomorrow, a carefree spirit. Was he like that once? He mused quietly to himself, quietly tugging on the lamp’s beaded chord, the click deafening in the silent room as Leon was once again bathed in golden light from the luminescent bulbs. Maybe…In Racoon City, that almost felt like a lifetime ago and he was a different man back then - or rather he was a boy. Now however, he felt stronger, more confident in what he did and despite the pain and heartache he had faced all that time ago, he had found someone who grounded him to this Earth and kept him steady when he felt like everything around him was falling apart and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

He was both anxious and relieved when you had requested the special assignment to go with him, following him all the way to Spain. He had warned you about the uncertainty and the unknown dangers that awaited you, but after insisting on it and wearing Leon down, you had gotten what you wanted - before he could protest you already had the assignment alongside him. He smiled a little, thinking about you always making his headaches settle quicker. He took one more glance at the pile of paperwork before shaking his head and heading down the dimly lit hallway of the flat and opening the door to your shared bedroom. He slipped into the room silently, his oceanic eyes scanning across the room in search of your form, frowning a little when he saw you nowhere in sight. Leon exhaled softly, moving over to the bed and sitting down for a moment the plush material feeling wonderful on his posterior after sitting too long on his uncomfortable office chair. He flopped back onto the bed, hands resting upon his stomach, his corduroy jacket still on him for now as he simply gazed up at the ceiling. The rotating blades of the dark wood ceiling fan swirling above him, his blue eyes slowly becoming less focused as he felt his tiredness getting the better of him - that is, until you finally re-entered the bedroom in your fluffy white towel. His lingering gaze suddenly flickering to yours, hair recently washed and looking a little surprised to see him lying there before you. 

“Well, hello there.” You smiled a little, the smirk tugging the corner of your mouth as you took in the way his beautiful baby blues widened at the sight of you, his lush rosy lips parting ever so slightly as he propped his head up from his lying position to fully take in what he saw. 

His gaze lingered for only a moment longer before politely looking elsewhere, to the night table as a blush began to form across his cheek and ears. 

“Ah sorry, do you want me to go and let you change in peace?”

He spoke a little softer, feeling the pulse in his chest speed up a little more. Yet, Leon did not make any attempt to get up and let you do so, perhaps just hoping you would let him stay and watch your beautiful form in front of him. His baby blues slowly return to hold your (eye colour) hues within his own, that damnable adorable face looking at you almost as if you could hear the words behind his silent plea towards you to let him stay, to show him just a little more. 

Sucking in a breath silently and biting down on your bottom lip in that moment, you give him a slightly breathy answer to his inquiry. 

“Mm…no it’s alright Leo, stay.” 

Drawing closer towards the incredibly beautiful brunette before you, you’re practically leaning over his larger form, eyes already clouding with desire as you take in his thick lashes, adorably smooth nose, sharp jawline and baby face features making him all the more difficult to refuse indulging. His lips curving into a little smile as he looked up at you made butterflies flap their wings within you, giving you the urge to reach out and press your hand against his cheek, cupping his face within one of your hands. Your feelings only intensified when he learned his face into your touch, savouring your affection and wanting more. 

“You’re such a sweet boy, Leo...even if you’re a little naughty.”

“N-naughty?! I don’t know what you mean baby girl- If anything the naughty one is you…”

Leon looked back at you with a look of mock anger at the accusation, to which you gave it right back to him. Both of you with frowns plastered on your faces before breaking out into soft chuckles and giggles. Reaching his arms out with that same expression as before, you couldn’t help but lean forward as the special agent pulled you down onto the bed with him. His eyes gleaming with nothing but affection and love for you, arms secure around your torso forgetting for a moment all of the stresses of the outside world just to look at you in admiration. 

“You know you’re too good for me, (y/n). I don’t deserve you.” 

He leaned into you, snuggling his face against the crook of your neck, smelling your freshly washed hair as he murmured more praises to you, as if he didn’t do it enough. 

“You’re so pretty, so sweet. I love you so much.”

You sighed against the feel of his lips against your neck, gasping softly as Leon gently sucked on the supple flesh, licking and nibbling until a lovely red mark formed. His lips trailed across to your collarbone as his hand was itching to pull down the towel covering you from his sight. His praise didn't stop there however, his mouth speaking against your supple body, making you feel his words as he dropped down to a husky tone, making chills run up and down your spine at how sexy he was right now.

"So soft…beautiful. Gorgeous."

For just a moment his gaze flickered up at you, a silent question within his clear eyes as you nodded slowly, feeling him peel the towel off of you and fling it somewhere across the room, letting it crumple to the floor. He groaned softly at the sight of your clean shaven pussy glistening in the low lighting of the room, licking his lips at the sight of your pert nipples and beautiful naked form. His hand came up to rub circles around your nipple, watching it react to him before he let out a soft sigh and went down to suck firmly, his tongue rolling the sensitive nub in his mouth as he slowly ground his still clothed cock against your pussy, the bumps hitting around your clit each time while his free arm was wrapped around you securely to keep you in place. 

"You'll look amazing taking my cock baby-" 

Leon suddenly rumbled out from below you, he had let go of your breast and was fondling the other with a new found intensity, his blue eyes becoming darker and filled with raw desire as you looked into them, Leo was finding it harder to keep control of himself and wanting to change your positions so you laid under him, flip you over and just keep fucking you until you couldn't speak properly anymore - but those last shreds of sanity and reason keeping him from doing it…for now.

"L-Leon-!" 

You felt a pool of excitement leaking down and staining your boyfriend's pants, his crotch being coated in your slick wetness as his praises were starting to really get to you. Every time he called you beautiful, pretty girl, or gorgeous you felt yourself throb against nothing, pussy clenching as you needed him more than ever, his rhythmic rutting against you turning more irregular as you grinded back against him, wanting more not knowing you were chipping away his control, his desire to be gentle with you fading when you put your hands against his chest to ride against his erection.

"Leon! Let me come on your cock- I…I- can't hold on any longer-!" 

At this Leon chuckled lowly, his rut making sure to drag against your clothed pleasure centre before biting softly into your neck, loving the way you gasped for him. 

"Baby, you're already on my cock. Just be a good girl and come for me. C'mon sweetheart…"

You felt exasperated and aroused with his praise, you could only whine softly as you leaked juices against his painfully hard erection, nearly piercing through his dark jeans. His lips found yours as he kissed you hungrily, lapping down your whimpers as you finally came on top of him, the high bringing you up into the clouds as Leon's hand slipped down between your legs to rub your clit with his fingers in a v-formation letting you have that extra bit of pleasure to send you moaning into his mouth until you limply collapsed on him, moving your mouth away to gasp in air unevenly, panting from the pleasure he brought you.

"Mm…that's a good girl. You let it all out for me." 

He said, pecking your forehead, letting you rest against the crook of his arm for a few moments. Once your breathing had finally become calmer, you heard a belt being unbuckled. You looked over gasping softly as you saw your boyfriend's erection spring free from his pants. Precum is already dripping from the reddened tip as you saw him use it as lube on his thick member. You swallowed thickly at his hand jerking himself off, a few pumps moving up and down as his hips pushed up a little to an angle he liked as he sighed from the momentary relief. Noticing you looking at him with half lidded eyes he smirked a little, blue eyes locking with yours.

"Ready for something more beautiful?" 

You could only bite your lower lip as Leon spoke to you, your hand reaching for him, cupping his face for a moment before sliding down his chest, torso, and stomach to graze against his curly brown hairs around his crotch, sliding up to grasp his fat cock and squeeze it gently, earning a moan from your lover. Your thumb brushed against his cock tip, pre-cum dribbling onto your digits as you brought it back to your lips to taste, lust filling your gaze as you made eye contact with the brunette.

"Oh God yes-" 

Leon breathed out before practically pouncing on top of you. His large form trapping you against the bed, his arms becoming a cage on either side of your head as he searched your eyes for what he desired to hear from you. You couldn't help with how breathless you sounded as you whispered for him to take you already. That was all he needed to line himself up to your entrance, teasingly rubbing against your folds for a few moments before his hand went down to your leaking pussy, spreading the lips apart and pressing against your entrance, applying a little more force to get into your tight cunt.

His breathing was shallow and uneven as lust pooled in his eyes, all sense of reasoning gone from the former rookie's features as his hand came down to grip onto your thigh, guiding your let to snugly wrap around his hips.

He buried his face into the sensitive part of your neck once more, inhaling your scent before peppering kisses all along your neck and collarbone to distract you from the initial pain of him stretching your insides. His mouth moving on to sucking your tits, alternating between the two as he recoiled his hips to buck until he felt himself at the hilt and heard your whimpers at the action. He stilled himself with as much sanity as he had left, making sure not to look at you and lose his cool as he let you adjust to him for a few moments. 

"Good girl, are you ready for the main event?" 

Leon almost purred out to you, his lips reverberating against your supple flesh as you took in a shaky breath. You nodded a little, he was deliciously stretching your insides and you were adjusted to his thickness, now you were just waiting for him, but he still didn't move. His eyes narrowed, now finally looking up at you. 

"Didn't we agree we would use words? Let's try this again then. Ready?" 

He looked as if he could stay like this all day, a well-trained poker face to distract from the fact that he was already leaking precum inside of you, his hands balled up and gripping the sheets, barely holding but knowing that he must.

Shakily, you give him a meek "yes" and that was all the confirmation he needed to pull his hips back and thrust in shallow movements inside of you, his lips parting as he paced his breathing, sloppy squelching filling the room as Leon searched inside of you, each thrust from his cock hitting your insides at different angles, each time eagerly trying to find your favourite spot as his tongue licked a stripe in between your breasts, kissing at the inner corner to give you a long drawn out hickey. His lips were setting your body aflame as gripped onto your hips with one hand and held his position on the bed with the other to properly thrust in that spot that made you clench around him more, his lips trailing kisses down to your stomach. 

"You're such a…slut for my cock, aren't you babe?" 

Leon suddenly said, his voice dropping a few octaves as his face was hidden from you. His compliments turning more dirty than you had thought him capable of, Leon - well he usually stuck to sweet praises and amorous words. This new route had your wetness tightening around him even more as you weren't expecting it.

"Ah-!"

While you couldn't see it from the position your lover was in, Leon was blushing a little more deeply at his sudden words 'Jesus what did I just- shit. She's tightening up-!' All he knew in that moment as he moved back up to your lips - was that he loved your reaction to him. His mouth hungrily claiming yours, delving in deeper to take all he could from you now, claiming dominance over your tongue as he started thrusting harder and faster into your tightness. He pulled his lips away to groan near your ear as his panting matched your uneven pace, his cock getting hotter in your wet cunt, juices pooling onto your hips and the soft sheets below. Leon was an utter mess at this point as his thrusts were erratic and without a rhythm as he whispered into your ear, low and desperate sending shivers down your core.

"Babe…I need you to take it all, yeah? Can you be a good alot for me and take all of me?" 

His lips left softer kisses against your cheek and neck as you felt him pressing more of his weight on you, he was almost ready to cum as he pressed you more against the mattress and so were you as you gasped out, feeling him bite your shoulder as his hot cum filled you up so deliciously. Ever the sweet boyfriend, Leon shifted his arm to reach your clit and giving it a few long strokes before you too were seeing stars through your tears and with a cry you didn't even realize you let out, you came all over his hips, immediately wrapping your arms around him to not lose yourself and your sense of reality while in his strong embrace as he planted a kiss on your forehead. Bringing you back to him with his soft voice, Leon back to his usual self now.

"I love you so much…you were so wonderful honey." 

 With one more gentle kiss Leon pulled himself out to comfortably position you both in bed to rest from both your highs of pleasure. You could feel his thumb lovingly caressing your side and as your eyes shifted to glance at him you felt your heartbeat quicken again for a moment as his ocean blue eyes were gazing at you with such warmth and love, his satisfied smile making you match his expression. You cuddled against his shoulder, as his arm instinctively wrapped around you, bringing you closer for gentle kisses and soothing cuddles. Leon pecked your nose bridge lovingly before whispering to you again.

"Feeling okay beautiful? Need me to get you anything? I got a little rough near the end - and what I said before I- I'm sorry sweetheart, I don't know what came over me…" 

You smiled wider towards your Leon; 

"I'm okay really-! A-and I didn't mind the dirty talk Leo, that was a new side to you I saw, one that I don't regret seeing." 

You pecked his cheek then before his lips to silence his protests about what he said.

"I liked it Leo…next time you can be more confident with it. You sweet boy you." 

He still looked worried but sighed softly, nodding in agreement to your proposal, a little smile forming on his lips at being called a sweet boy - despite his actions a few moments ago.

"I…love you so much baby." 

"I love you too Leon, so so much."

For the next few hours the two of you were left cuddling and kissing, soon falling asleep wrapped in each other's loving embrace until dawn came again to greet you both.