Leone | Akame Ga Kill

The moon hung like a pearl in the inky sky, casting long, dancing shadows across the sparse training grounds. Leone, her blonde hair a silken waterfall cascading over her shoulders, stretched languidly, the movement highlighting the generous curves of her body beneath her worn, yet form-fitting, combat attire. A faint, knowing smile played on her lips as she surveyed the empty dojo, the air thick with the scent of sweat, training oil, and something far more intoxicating. She was alone, or at least, she believed herself to be. The silence, however, felt pregnant with anticipation, a silent hum of energy that vibrated against her skin. Her mind, usually a whirlwind of battle plans and sardonic wit, was unusually calm, focused on a single, delightful possibility. She traced the outline of her own ample breasts through the fabric, a shiver of delicious unease running down her spine.

A soft rustle from the shadows near the entrance shattered the quiet. Leone didn't flinch. She’d expected it. Her ears, honed by years of survival, picked up the subtle cadence of approaching footsteps, too deliberate to be a stray animal, too stealthy to be an accidental intruder. Her pupils dilated slightly, a flicker of amusement igniting in her golden eyes. She knew who it was. There was only one person who dared to seek her out in such a way, at such a time. The thrill of the unknown, or rather, the *known* and anticipated, sent a pulse through her veins, a sweet heat that began to pool low in her belly. She turned slowly, deliberately, her gaze fixed on the point where the shadows deepened.

And there she stood. Akame. Her raven hair a stark contrast to Leone's golden mane, her expression, as always, serene, yet with an undeniable intensity that spoke volumes. Akame stepped further into the moonlight, her dark robes seeming to absorb the faint light. There was no weapon drawn, no threat in her stance, only a quiet, magnetic pull that drew Leone’s gaze and, more importantly, her desire. The air crackled with an unspoken understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the simmering tension that had existed between them for far too long. Leone’s smile widened, no longer sardonic, but genuinely pleased. "Well, well, what have we here?" she purred, her voice a low, husky rumble that seemed to echo the sensuality of the night. "Come to admire the moonlight, Akame? Or perhaps you're looking for something… else?"

Akame’s crimson eyes met Leone’s golden ones, and for a brief, breathtaking moment, the world outside this secluded dojo ceased to exist. The weight of their missions, the constant threat of danger, the very fate of the empire – it all faded into insignificance. All that mattered was this shared space, this stolen moment of quiet intimacy. Akame took another step, closing the distance between them. Her expression shifted, a subtle softening around her lips, a hint of something unguarded and vulnerable that Leone had rarely witnessed. "Leone," she said, her voice a soft whisper, "I… I couldn't sleep."

Leone chuckled, a warm, throaty sound. She sauntered closer, her hips swaying with a provocative rhythm, her body a testament to the lush, untamed beauty that was her essence. "Couldn't sleep, hmm?" she teased, stopping just inches from Akame. She reached out, her fingers, surprisingly gentle, brushing a stray strand of black hair from Akame's cheek. The simple touch sent a jolt through Akame, a wave of heat that started at her skin and spread inward. "Perhaps you're thinking too much about that last mission," Leone continued, her thumb now caressing Akame's cheekbone. "Or perhaps," her voice dropped to an even lower pitch, "you're thinking about… other things."

Akame’s breath hitched. She could feel the warmth radiating from Leone's touch, the subtle scent of her skin, a heady perfume that was uniquely Leone. The blonde assassin was a force of nature, vibrant and unrestrained, and Akame, usually so composed, found herself completely captivated. She leaned into Leone's touch, a silent admission of her own burgeoning desires. "Perhaps," Akame finally admitted, her voice barely audible. The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Leone’s smile returned, a slow, predatory grin that sent a fresh wave of warmth through Akame. Her golden eyes, usually so full of mischief, now held a deep, possessive fire.

Leone circled Akame slowly, her gaze taking in every detail of the other woman's form, the lithe strength of her limbs, the captivating allure of her dark attire. She admired Akame’s discipline, her focus, but tonight, Leone craved something softer, something more intimate. She stopped behind Akame, her hands finding their way to the woman’s slender waist. She pulled Akame gently back against her, her ample breasts pressing against Akame’s back. Akame let out a soft gasp, her body tensing for a fleeting moment before relaxing into the embrace. Leone nuzzled her cheek against Akame's dark hair, inhaling the subtle scent of her. "You're so tense, my dear Akame," Leone murmured, her voice a soothing balm. "You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Tonight, let me help you forget."

Leone’s hands began to explore, her fingers tracing the curve of Akame’s spine, inching upwards. She felt the muscles ripple beneath Akame’s robes, the taut strength of her body. Her hands, however, were not entirely focused on admiration. With deliberate slowness, Leone’s palms began to slide over the fabric, her touch becoming more intimate, more suggestive. She brushed against the swell of Akame’s breasts, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin beneath. Akame’s breath grew ragged, her hands clenching at her sides. She wanted to protest, to maintain her composure, but Leone’s touch was a siren’s call, irresistible and all-consuming.

Leone’s hands moved lower, her fingers exploring the flat, firm plane of Akame's stomach, then tracing the subtle curve of her hips. She could feel Akame’s body heating beneath her touch, her breathing becoming shallower, more rapid. Leone’s own body responded, a familiar ache beginning to throb between her legs. She wanted to hear Akame’s soft moans, to feel her surrender. She whispered into Akame's ear, her voice laced with promise, "Don't you want to let go, Akame? Just for tonight? Let me show you how good it can feel to be free."

Akame turned in Leone’s arms, her crimson eyes now burning with an intensity that mirrored Leone’s. She reached up, her hands finding Leone’s blonde hair, her fingers tangling in the silken strands. She pulled Leone closer, their lips meeting in a tentative, then a deepening kiss. It was a kiss born of months, perhaps years, of unspoken desire, a desperate, hungry exploration. Leone’s tongue met Akame’s, a languid dance of desire, each movement sending shivers of ecstasy through both women. Leone deepened the kiss, her hand sliding up Akame’s back, her touch becoming more insistent, her fingers finding the edges of Akame's robes.

Leone’s fingers worked their way beneath the dark fabric, finding the smooth, cool skin of Akame’s back. She reveled in the contrast of their bodies, the pale gold of her skin against Akame’s darker complexion. Her hands continued their journey, exploring the delicate curve of Akame's waist, then moving upwards, finding the soft swell of her breasts. She gently cupped one of Akame’s breasts through the fabric, her thumb stroking the nipple, which hardened instantly beneath her touch. Akame moaned softly into Leone’s mouth, her body arching against hers.

“Leone,” Akame whispered, her voice thick with passion, her crimson eyes clouded with desire. Leone pulled back slightly, her own golden eyes alight with a fierce possessiveness. She traced the curve of Akame’s jaw with her fingertip. “That’s it,” Leone purred, her voice husky. “Let it all out.” She then began to unfasten Akame’s robes, her fingers surprisingly deft. The dark fabric parted, revealing the slender, powerful form beneath. Leone’s gaze lingered on Akame’s chest, her own ample breasts already straining against her attire. She unbuttoned her own top, her blonde hair falling forward as she leaned in, allowing Akame a glimpse of her own generous cleavage.

Akame’s breath hitched as she saw Leone’s bare chest. Leone’s breasts were magnificent, full and round, with rosy nipples that already seemed to be begging for attention. Leone pushed her own top further aside, allowing Akame’s gaze to wander. She then reached out, her fingers gently stroking Akame’s bare shoulder. “You are so beautiful, Akame,” Leone murmured, her voice laced with genuine admiration. She then leaned in, her lips brushing against Akame’s collarbone, her tongue tracing a delicate path downwards, towards the subtle hollow of Akame’s throat. Akame shivered, her hands gripping Leone’s blonde hair tighter.

Leone’s lips continued their exploration, moving lower, finding the sensitive skin of Akame’s neck, then her collarbone. She trailed kisses down Akame's chest, her tongue teasing the delicate curve of her breasts. Akame’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. Leone’s hands then moved to the edges of Akame’s robes, and with a gentle tug, she pulled them aside, revealing Akame’s bare breasts in all their slender glory. Leone’s golden eyes widened slightly, her gaze filled with a primal hunger. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Akame's nipple, her tongue lapping at it, eliciting a soft cry of pleasure from Akame.

Leone’s attention was entirely focused on Akame. She was a creature of pure instinct and raw passion, and in this moment, she allowed those instincts to guide her. Her tongue swirled around Akame’s nipple, teasing and tantalizing, before finally capturing it in her mouth. She suckled gently, then more firmly, her breath a warm caress against Akame’s skin. Akame let out a series of soft moans, her hips arching involuntarily against Leone’s body. Leone felt the tremor of Akame’s pleasure, and it fueled her own desire. She moved to Akame’s other breast, her mouth working its magic, her hands caressing Akame’s slender waist and stomach.

Leone’s blonde hair cascaded over Akame’s chest, a silken curtain that concealed their intimate connection from the outside world. She continued her ministrations, her tongue swirling, her lips nipping, her breath a tantalizing whisper against Akame’s skin. Akame was lost in the sensations, her mind a hazy swirl of pleasure. She reached down, her hands fumbling with the fastenings of Leone’s own attire. She wanted to feel Leone’s skin against hers, to return the exquisite pleasure she was receiving. Leone offered no resistance, her own desire a palpable force, her golden eyes glowing with anticipation.

As Akame managed to undo the last of Leone’s fastenings, the blonde assassin’s own ample breasts were revealed. They were a magnificent sight, full and round, with nipples that stood proudly, already taut with arousal. Akame’s crimson eyes widened in awe, a flush of heat rising on her cheeks. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she gently cupped one of Leone’s breasts, her thumb stroking the sensitive peak. Leone let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into Akame’s touch.

“You are magnificent, Akame,” Leone whispered, her voice husky with emotion. She leaned forward, her lips finding Akame’s once more, a kiss of pure, unadulterated passion. Their tongues tangled, a desperate dance of exploration, each seeking to convey the depth of their feelings. Leone’s hands, no longer content with caressing, began to explore the lower curves of Akame’s body, her fingers trailing down the flat expanse of her stomach, then moving towards the juncture of her thighs. Akame moaned softly, her legs instinctively parting slightly, inviting Leone’s touch.

Leone felt the subtle tremor of Akame’s arousal, the damp heat that promised so much. She was captivated by Akame’s quiet strength, her fierce loyalty, and now, by the tender vulnerability she was revealing. Leone’s fingers, with a gentle yet insistent pressure, began to explore Akame’s most intimate folds. Akame gasped, her breath catching in her throat as Leone’s touch sent waves of exquisite sensation through her. Leone’s golden eyes met Akame’s crimson ones, a silent question passing between them. Akame gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, her gaze unwavering.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Leone continued her ministrations, her fingers expertly coaxing moans of pleasure from Akame. She relished the feeling of Akame’s body trembling beneath her touch, the soft sounds of surrender escaping her lips. Leone’s own body responded with a mounting urgency, her breasts pressing against Akame’s, her hips aching with a longing that mirrored Akame’s. She whispered words of encouragement, of praise, her voice a low rumble of passion against Akame’s ear.

“You’re so good, Akame,” Leone purred, her fingers dancing with increasing speed. “So perfect.” Akame’s grip tightened on Leone’s hair, her head thrown back, exposing the elegant curve of her throat. Her body was a symphony of pleasure, each touch eliciting a new wave of ecstasy. Leone watched her, her own desire reaching a fever pitch. She moved closer, their bodies flush against each other, the warmth of their skin a palpable sensation.

Leone then shifted her attention, her mouth now seeking Akame’s sensitive lips once more, deepening the kiss with a renewed intensity. Her hands continued their exploration, her fingers now seeking the tender flesh between Akame’s thighs. Akame’s knees buckled slightly, and Leone held her steady, pulling her closer. The tension in the air was electric, a potent blend of anticipation and raw desire. Leone finally broke the kiss, her golden eyes blazing with a primal fire. She looked down at Akame, at the exquisite beauty laid bare before her, and a slow, sensual smile spread across her lips.

“It’s time, my dear Akame,” Leone murmured, her voice a low, husky promise. She gently guided Akame to the soft matting of the dojo, their bodies entwining as they fell. Leone positioned herself above Akame, her blonde hair spilling around them like a golden halo. She looked down at Akame, her gaze lingering on the flush of pleasure on her cheeks, the parted lips, the dilated pupils. Leone’s own body pulsed with desire, her ample breasts pressing against Akame’s chest, her large ass arching slightly as she moved. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Akame’s ear.

“Let me show you how much I’ve wanted this,” Leone whispered, her voice laced with a raw, uninhibited passion. She moved slowly, deliberately, her body a testament to the untamed beauty of nature. Akame’s hands found Leone’s hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding her. The first touch was a jolt, a powerful merging of their bodies. Akame gasped, her back arching off the mat as Leone entered her. Leone groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure pleasure. Her blonde hair fell forward, obscuring their faces as she began to move, her hips swaying with a primal rhythm.

Leone’s movements were both strong and sensuous, a dance of pure ecstasy. She felt the way Akame’s body yielded to hers, the soft cries of pleasure that escaped her lips. Leone’s own breasts, so full and ample, pressed against Akame’s chest with each thrust, her large ass a perfect counterpoint to Akame’s slender frame. She reveled in the sensation of being so utterly consumed by Akame, by the exquisite pleasure that radiated from her. “Oh, Akame,” Leone panted, her voice thick with passion, “you feel so good.”

Akame’s crimson eyes were wide with wonder and pleasure. She reached up, her fingers tangling in Leone’s blonde hair, pulling her closer. She whispered Leone’s name, her voice a soft, broken plea. Leone responded by deepening her thrusts, her body moving with an almost frantic urgency. She could feel Akame’s orgasm building, the tremors of pleasure radiating through her. Leone pressed her lips to Akame’s, their mouths meeting in a desperate, hungry kiss as their shared climax washed over them.

Afterward, they lay entwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Leone nestled closer to Akame, her blonde head resting on Akame’s dark shoulder. The moon still hung high in the sky, but its light now seemed softer, gentler, illuminating the quiet intimacy of their shared moment. Leone traced the curve of Akame’s cheekbone with a tender fingertip. “That was…” she began, then trailed off, unable to find the words to adequately describe the depth of her feelings. Akame’s hand covered Leone’s, her grip surprisingly strong.

“It was everything,” Akame whispered, her crimson eyes soft with emotion. A rare, genuine smile graced her lips. Leone’s heart swelled with a warmth that had nothing to do with physical arousal. She kissed Akame’s forehead gently. “We should do this more often,” Leone murmured, a playful glint returning to her golden eyes. Akame chuckled softly, a sound that was music to Leone’s ears. As the first hint of dawn began to paint the sky with soft hues of pink and orange, Leone tightened her embrace around Akame, content in the knowledge that their bond, already forged in the fires of battle, had found a new, deeper, and far more passionate dimension.