Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, strong language, and adult situations. It may not be suitable for younger readers. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter.
Léana had just helped a heavily intoxicated, stumbling Klaus back to his place. She closed the door behind them and guided him to his bedroom. She settled him on the bed and was about to leave when Klaus's lamentations stopped her.
"Katrina… I loved her so much… How am I supposed to go on without her…"
Léana felt a dull anger rising. She approached the bed, her voice honeyed but firm.
"Klaus… Katrina is gone. Stop talking about her."
She decided to make her move. With a seductive smile, she began slowly undressing, swaying her hips sensually in front of him.
"The past is the past," she murmured as she slipped off her coat. "Katrina would have wanted you to be happy… to keep living. Let me help you forget."
Klaus watched her in silence, his gaze glassy. Léana continued her striptease, rolling her hips, removing her dress with provocative slowness. She approached, sat on his lap, and rubbed against him while caressing his chest.
"Let me make you forget everything tonight…"
She kissed him passionately. Klaus didn't react immediately, letting her do as she pleased. Encouraged, Léana thought: *He's letting me… I can be bolder.*
She began grinding her hips against his, moaning:
"Klaus… Oh… Klaus…"
Klaus finally placed his hands on her ass, squeezing firmly and occasionally slapping it. Léana moaned louder.
"Oh… Yes… Baby… I love that…"
Klaus's hand moved up, caressing her breasts over the remaining fabric. Then he tore off her bra, exposing a breast which he licked, sucked, and nibbled greedily. Léana panted:
"Aaan… Aaaah… Klaus… That feels so good…"
He attacked the other breast with the same intensity. Léana was in ecstasy, arching against him.
Klaus suddenly flipped her over, pinning her to the bed. He ripped off her panties with a sharp tug. Léana, excited, spread her legs wide. Klaus caressed her soaked sex, inserting one finger, then two, then three, pumping quickly while stimulating her clit.
"AAAAH… HUUUMMM… KLAUS… OOOH… KLAUS… I CAN'T TAKE IT… AAH!" Léana screamed as she came violently on his hand.
Klaus stood up, undressed, and approached, his hard cock pointed toward her. Léana, panting and impatient, bit her lip. But Klaus suddenly burst out with a cold, contemptuous laugh.