The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

"Bear with it, Duchess," he said, his voice smooth and steady. "You will feel pleasure in just a little while, I promise."

She opened her mouth to snap back at him, but Azriel didn’t give her the chance.

He leaned down and captured her lips, kissing her passionately once more.

Mm.

Desperate to distract herself from the throbbing ache between her thighs, Rosalind lost herself in the heat of his lips, eagerly matching his rhythm.

Deep down, she didn’t know why, but she wasn’t repulsed by this man acting so aggressively toward her.

As a ruler in a woman’s world, she knew that if any other man dared to challenge her with even a single glance, she would have ripped his eyes out.

But this man was different.

She didn’t feel insulted by his defiance, perhaps it was because of his monstrous potential, or maybe it was simply due to his god-like, intoxicating face.

But right now, she didn’t care enough to analyze it.

She just wanted to lose herself in the kiss and the massive length stretching her open.

With her mouth occupied, Azriel began to move his hips, sliding his massive length nearly all the way out before driving it back in with slow, deliberate strokes.

Slick. Slick.

The initial friction still brought a sharp sting of pain, causing Rosalind to wrap her arms around his torso and grab his back tightly.

Her sharp nails dug deep into his flesh, scratching his skin until lines of blood began to flow down his back, but Azriel didn’t flinch.

He maintained a steady, heavy pace, his Abyssal Ardor bloodline radiating a thick, intoxicating heat directly inside her womb.

Within a few minutes, the agonizing ache began to give way to an overwhelming, building heat.

As the tightness in her pussy finally loosened up and her walls began to eagerly coat his length with fresh, abundant moisture, Azriel smirked against her lips and started to move faster, plunging into her with a newfound, driving intensity.

Squelch.

Azriel’s thrusts became heavy and rhythmic.

The bed creaked under his weight as he drove his hips forward, burying his entire length into her with every stroke.

Slap. Squelch. Slap.

The sharp pain that had frozen Rosalind’s body completely vanished, replaced by an intense, spreading heat that made her core clench tightly around him.

"Ah... Azriel..." she gasped out against his neck, her voice breaking. Her hands slid from his bleeding back to grip his broad shoulders for leverage.

The tight, pristine walls of her passage were now soaking wet, eagerly coating his skin with every deep slide.

Azriel didn’t ease up.

He gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh to hold her steady as he slammed into her, setting a relentless pace.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The wet, slapping sound of their skin meeting echoed loudly through the quiet bedroom.

Up in the higher planes, the live chat was scrolling so fast it was barely readable.

The absolute dominance of a male slave over a powerful Matriarch was a spectacle the goddesses couldn’t look away from.

[ LIVE CHAT: PRIME ACCESS ONLY ]

Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Look at that rhythm. He didn’t even flinch when she scratched his back. True predatory stamina.

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): The way she is clinging to him....

[Battle_Maiden_Vera] (White): He broke her in minutes. The boy has a monster inside him.

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): That depth... he’s hitting her core with every single thrust. Absolute perfection.

Rosalind’s head thrashed against the pillows, her white hair tangling wildly around her face.

Her golden eyes were wide and unfocused, her pupils fully blown as she stared up at him in absolute surrender.

Every time he bottomed out inside her, her long white tail wrapped tighter around his leg, pulling him even deeper into her soaking wetness.

"More..." she whimpered, completely stripped of her noble pride.

She arched her hips upward, desperately trying to meet his relentless thrusts and close the remaining distance between them.

"Give me more, Azriel!"

Azriel smirked down at her, his breathing heavy but steady. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a wet, messy kiss while his lower body continued its brutal, efficient work.

Slap. Squelch. Slap.

He shifted his angle slightly, his massive length rubbing directly against her hyper-sensitive walls with every deep push, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Rosalind completely lost herself in the intense rhythm, her hips moving in an insatiable, frenzied cadence to match his power.

Azriel’s thrusts grew harder and faster, his hips slamming against her thighs with a brutal, unyielding force.

The wet, slapping sounds filled the room as he relentlessly hammered into her deepest depths.

Rosalind was completely unraveled, her head tossing from side to side on the pillows, her breath coming in short, ragged shrieks as the pleasure reached a frantic, unbearable peak.

"Azriel—! Azriel, I’m—!"

Before she could finish, her internal muscles clamped around his massive length in a desperate, crushing spasm.

Rosalind screamed, her entire body stiffening as a violent, pounding orgasm ripped through her. Her core pulsed frantically against him, spilling a fresh, hot torrent of fluid over his cock.

Azriel didn’t stop.

He smirked down at her dazed face and kept driving his hips forward, fucking her right through the climax.

Every heavy thrust against her hyper-sensitive, twitching walls made her shriek louder, her eyes rolling back as the overwhelming sensation pushed her past her limits.

He delivered five more deep, punishing plunges, burying himself to the absolute root until his own bloodline boiled over.

With a low, feral growl, Azriel locked his hips against hers and came.

He pumped his hot, thick semen deep inside her womb, his length throbbing violently as he emptied himself into her.

Rosalind whimpered beneath him, her body shivering as she took the full force of his load.

He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, panting heavily as their breathing filled the quiet room.

But before he could pull out, Azriel suddenly felt a sharp, inescapable pull.

In a flash of Aether, the world flipped.

The next split second, Azriel found himself flat on his back against the bed, and Rosalind was straddling his abdomen.

She looked down at him with a heavy, lustful gaze, a wild, possessive smile stretching across her lips.

Her white hair hung loosely over her flushed shoulders, and her golden, slitted eyes burned with a newfound hunger.

"Now," she panted, her voice dropping into a dominant purr. "Let me show you what I learned."