Chapter 50: Underwater Touch
Leo’s grip on her wet waist tightened.
He lifted her slightly, pulling her soft body against his chest until her bare toes barely brushed the submerged marble floor.
The soaked white linen of her gown clung to every curve of her body like a second layer of skin.
"Put your arms around my neck," Leo commanded.
His voice was low, flat, and absolute.
Seraphina looked up into his dark eyes, her sapphire gaze trembling with shame and helpless desire.
Her hands moved on their own.
She wrapped her slender arms around his neck, her soft chest pressing tightly against his broad, wet frame.
Leo stepped back toward the deeper center of the circular pool.
He leaned back, pulling Seraphina down into the steaming mineral water with him.
They submerged beneath the surface.
All sound in the chamber vanished.
The bubbling of the hot spring turned into a deep, muffled hum.
Small, clear bubbles rose through the water around their faces, catching the warm light from the torches above.
Under the water, Seraphina’s golden-blonde hair fanned out like a radiant halo.
Leo pulled her chin up.
He closed the distance and captured her soft, trembling lips.
Seraphina’s sapphire eyes flew wide open beneath the clear water.
Her lips parted in shock.
Leo pushed his tongue past her teeth, claiming her mouth in a deep, heavy kiss.
A surge of sweet, burning Half-Incubus mana poured from his lips into hers.
The heat shot down her throat, racing through her mana pathways and exploding in the center of her lower belly.
Her eyes drifted shut under the water.
Her small hands gripped the hard muscles of his shoulders, holding on as if she were drowning.
Under the clear mineral current, their bodies pressed flush against each other.
Leo’s hard chest crushed her soft breasts through the translucent cloth.
His rock-hard lower abdomen met the soft curve of her belly.
The shared heat between them began to pulse with a steady, rhythmic thrum.
Splash.
Leo stood up, breaking through the steaming surface of the pool.
He lifted Seraphina with him.
Water cascaded down her pale face, plastering wet strands of golden hair to her neck and cheeks.
Seraphina gasped for air, her chest heaving violently.
"Leo... it burns..." she whimpered, her voice shaking with desperate guilt. "You are burning me..."
Leo walked forward through the chest-deep water, carrying her back to the edge.
He pressed her back against the smooth, warm marble wall of the pool.
"Look at me, Seraphina," Leo said.
Seraphina opened her tear-filled blue eyes and looked into his dark stare.
"I am the Saintess of Lumina," she whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. "I took sacred vows before the high altar... I promised my soul to the light..."
"The light is not here," Leo said, his eyes locking onto hers. "I am here."
Under the steaming water, Leo’s right hand slid down from her waist.
His calloused palm moved across the soft swell of her hip, sliding down her bare outer thigh.
He slipped his hand beneath the hem of the wet, transparent gown.
His fingers moved inward, gliding between her soft, trembling thighs.
Seraphina let out a sharp gasp.
She tried to clamp her knees together, but Leo stepped between her legs, parting them easily.
His fingers found her soaked, swollen heat.
The contrast was immediate.
The mineral water was hot, but the core between her thighs was scorching.
Leo pressed his thumb firmly against the swollen pearl at the top of her slit.
"Ah!"
Seraphina’s head snapped back, her throat arching as a broken cry escaped her lips.
Her hips jerked upward against his palm in an involuntary spasm.
Leo began to rub slow, steady circles over her sensitive peak.
"Stop... please, Leo..." Seraphina sobbed softly, her fingers digging into his wet skin. "I can’t... my body feels so heavy..."
"You are not praying, Seraphina," Leo whispered into her ear. "Tell me what you feel."
Leo slid two fingers into her tight, wet passage.
Her virgin channel was impossibly tight, gripping his fingers like a vise.
"Ah! Ah... no!"
Seraphina bit her lower lip so hard it turned white.
Her hips began to rock against his hand on their own, chasing the heavy friction.
"I feel... you..." she wept, her voice trembling with complete surrender. "Only your hands... only your heat..."
Leo increased the speed of his fingers, pressing upward into her soft inner walls while his thumb ground against her clit.
The friction under the hot water turned frantic.
Seraphina’s breathing broke into ragged, choked pants.
Her stomach muscles clenched tight.
The hot water around their hips began to swirl faster as her holy mana resonated with his dark core.
"Leo... something is breaking... I can’t hold it..." she cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"Let it break," Leo commanded.
Leo pushed his fingers deep, hitting the swollen crest of her core.
Snap.
Seraphina’s entire body went completely rigid.
Her toes curled hard against the marble floor of the pool.
An explosive, violent climax tore through her body.
Her tight pussy clamped down hard around his fingers, pulsing in rapid, uncontrollable spasms.
A thick flood of sweet, hot nectar gushed out from her depths, mixing with the warm mineral water around his hand.
She leaned forward and buried her teeth into Leo’s bare shoulder, muffling her high-pitched scream against his skin.
A brilliant burst of radiant golden light flared beneath the water, illuminating the steam before fading away into the hot spring.
Seraphina slumped forward in complete exhaustion.
Her arms hung weakly over Leo’s shoulders, her forehead resting against his wet chest as she breathed in shallow, shuddering gasps.
Leo kept his arm wrapped securely around her waist, supporting her trembling body against the pool wall.
His fingers remained deep inside her pulsing warmth for five long seconds, feeling her inner walls squeeze down in fading tremors.
He slowly withdrew his hand under the water.
Seraphina let out a long, shuddering sigh against his neck.
For ten seconds, the only sound in the underground chamber was the soft hiss of steam.
Then, the stone beneath their feet trembled.
Rumble.
A low, grinding vibration traveled through the marble floor.
Clatter, clatter, clatter.
Near the deep end of the pool, the heavy iron drainage grates rattled violently against the stone.
A harsh, wet hiss echoed from the dark pipes beneath the water.
The clear holy spring water around the grates suddenly turned murky and black.
Bubbles of foul, acidic gas broke the surface with a loud pop.
Leo’s dark eyes narrowed instantly.
The peaceful cleansing was over.
The under-crypt was under attack.