Asuka hugged Leonhardt from behind—he enjoyed how soft and comfortable it felt as her breasts and stomach pressed against him.
"Leo, you're so cruel..."
"Why?"
"Teaching her such pleasure, then making her kill her beloved as you little cock sleeve."
Leonhardt's hand cupped Asuka's cheek, the warmth and smooth feeling of her skin on his fingers bringing him joy, his lips curling at the corners into a smirk.
"Isn't it better she dies knowing the pleasure of being a woman?"
Asuka chuckled low against his back, her breath warm beneath his ear.
"She's going to dream of that cock for the rest of her life," she whispered. "Even if she tries to run, her body'll come crawling back on its own."
"She won't run," Leonhardt said. "She's mine now."
"Even though she doesn't realise it, she will never forget my shape and the feeling."
"Pervert!"
Asuka's arms slid lower down, stroking his waist as she nuzzled into him. "You didn't even kiss her."
"Didn't need to."
"Tch… lucky bitch."
