One night moon hung low in the sky, a silver sliver casting long, dancing shadows through the open window. Lucy, her heart fluttering like a caged bird, lay on bed, the cool silk sheets a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from her body. She had met Leo earlier that evening after the daytime. When she was combing her hair, his intense gaze drawing her in as he studied a painting. Their conversation flowed like a river, effortlessly, until he asked the invisible helpers for dinner, and she found herself saying yes.

Leo had been a gentleman and charismatic , his hands never wandering on her time to time. She would let him as he was loving and respectful. His words flirtatious and never going overboard at anything . Yet, there was an undercurrent, a promise of something more, something darker, something that made Lucy's breath hitch as she thought about it. He had walked her to her door, his fingers brushing hers, and when she invited him in, he agreed, but only on one condition. "I won't let you see my face, Lucy," he had said, his voice a low rumble. "Its just for the stupid laws sake in this realm ."

Now, here they were, in her dimly lit bedroom, the only light coming from the moon outside. Leo stood by the bed, his silhouette tall and imposing. Lucy could feel the tension, the anticipation, like a live wire between them. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble, the firm set of his mouth. He caught her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Why not let me see you, Leo?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because, Lucy," he replied, his voice a low growl, "I want you to feel me. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust. I want you to remember this night by how it felt, not by my face."

Lucy's breath caught in her throat. She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. Leo leaned in, his lips finding hers in the darkness. He kissed her slowly, his lips soft yet firm, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, asking for entry. She opened for him, their tongues tangling, dancing, exploring. He tasted of wine and desire, a heady combination that made Lucy's head spin.

His hands, those strong, capable hands, traced the line of her neck, her shoulders, her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He found the hem of her dress, his fingers slipping underneath, caressing the soft skin of her thighs. Lucy gasped, her hips arching towards him, her body aching for more.

"You're so soft, Lucy," he murmured against her lips, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties. "So beautiful."

Lucy moaned, her hands gripping his arms, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. "Leo," she breathed, "touch me."

A low chuckle escaped him, his fingers slipping under the fabric, finding her wet heat. "Like this, Lucy?" he asked, his fingers stroking her, parting her folds, finding her clit. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," she hissed, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. "More, Leo. I want more."

He obliged, his fingers sliding inside her, stretching her, filling her. Lucy moaned, her head falling back, her body arching into his touch. He added another finger, his thumb circling her clit, his pace steady, relentless. Lucy could feel the pressure building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Come for me, Lucy," he growled, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing down on her clit. "Let me feel you come apart."

Lucy cried out, her body convulsing, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Leo's fingers slowed, his thumb gentling, drawing out her pleasure until she was boneless, her body spent.

He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean. "Delicious," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You're delicious,."

Lucy, her body still trembling, reached for him, her hands finding his cloth belt unbuckling it, unbuttoning his pants. She could feel his hardness, straining against his boxers, and she wanted him, all of him.

"I want to taste you, Leo," she said, her voice husky, her eyes locked onto his in the darkness.

He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She could taste the salty tang of his precome, and she wanted more, wanted to taste him, all of him.

"Lucy," he groaned, his hips moving in rhythm with her mouth. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."

She took him deeper, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, her other hand cupping his balls, feeling their weight, their heat. He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair, his body tensing.

"Lucy," he warned, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to come."

She hummed, her mouth vibrating around him, her hand moving faster. He groaned, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot seed filling her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes watering, her body humming with satisfaction.

Leo pulled her up, his lips finding hers, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting himself on her. "You're incredible, Lucy," he murmured, his hands cupping her face.

Lucy smiled, her body still tingling, her heart still racing. "So you, Leo," she replied, her voice soft.

He laid her back on the bed, his body covering hers, his cock already hard again, pressing against her thigh. "I'm not done with you yet, Lucy," he growled, his lips finding her neck, her collarbone, her breasts.

Lucy moaned, her body arching into his, her hands gripping his shoulders. "I hope not, Leo," she breathed, her body already aching for more. "I hope not."

He chuckled, his lips finding hers, his cock sliding inside her, filling her, stretching her. Lucy gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hips moving in rhythm with his.

"Haah, Lucy," he groaned, his pace increasing, his body slamming into hers. "You feel so good."

"Harder, Leo," she moaned, her nails digging into his back. " harder."

He obliged, his body slamming into hers, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her, making her see stars. She moaned, her body tensing, her orgasm building.

"Come for me, Lucy," he growled, his body moving faster, his breath coming in short gasps. "Let me feel you come apart again."

Lucy cried out, her body convulsing, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Leo groaned, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot seed filling her.

He collapsed on top of her, his body spent, his breath coming in short gasps. Lucy wrapped her arms around him, her body still trembling, her heart still racing.

"That was...incredible," she breathed, her voice soft.

Leo chuckled, his lips finding hers, his tongue invading her mouth. "It was, Lucy," he agreed, his voice a low rumble. "It really was."

They took a bath for refreshment and then went to the dark bedroom. On bed they fell asleep together

Soon, Lucy feels life growing in her womb with the mysterious man's child.