The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Worshipping from Head to Toe [R18]

Azriel leaned down, his chest brushing against the fine fabric of her bunched-up gown.

He looked at her flushed face, noting the mixture of fierce desire and a subtle, uncharacteristic hesitation in her golden, slitted eyes.

"Duchess," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, teasing purr that grazed the shell of her ear.

"Are you a virgin?"

Rosalind’s entire face erupted into a brilliant crimson flame.

Her tail lashed violently against the mattress, and her fingers dug into his shoulders, her claws threatening to nick his skin.

"I am!" she snapped, her voice cracking slightly with a mix of embarrassment and defensive pride.

"So what if I am?! I spent my centuries securing borders and slaughtering rivals, not coupling with useless males! What of it, slave?!"

Azriel didn’t flinch at her outburst.

Instead, his smirk softened into a devastatingly warm, confident smile.

"Don’t worry, Duchess," he whispered, his thumb lightly tracing her jawline, smoothing away the tension.

"I will teach you how to do things."

Before she could process his words, he leaned down and closed the distance, sealing her lips with a soft, incredibly tender kiss.

Rosalind stiffened in surprise, expecting the same wild, aggressive clashing from before, but this gentle touch disarmed her completely.

Slowly, Azriel parted his lips, and his warm tongue slid smoothly into her mouth, charting the soft terrain with slow, deliberate strokes.

The tenderness melted her remaining defenses.

Rosalind let out a soft, helpless whimper into his mouth, her tongue tentatively tangling with his as she leaned into the rhythm he dictated, completely surrendering the pace to him.

When he finally pulled apart, a thin silver thread of saliva connected them for a brief second before breaking.

Her eyes were glazed, completely dazed by the sudden shift from raw power to pure affection.

Azriel looked down at her, his gaze dark with an ancient, predatory focus.

"Now... let me show you how a woman is meant to be worshipped."

With those words, he began to worship her body with his lips, moving from head to toe.

He started at her forehead, pressing a soft kiss there before moving down to her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, and the hollow beneath her jaw.

As his lips trailed lower, his hands worked with masterfully smooth efficiency, unlacing and unbuttoning her intricate royal gown.

He kissed her neck, drawing a sharp gasp from her as his teeth gently nipped the sensitive skin over her collarbone.

Step by step, piece by piece, he peeled the heavy crimson silk away from her body.

He kissed his way down her smooth shoulders, the swell of her breasts, and the flat expanse of her stomach, trailing his lips all the way down to her slender ankles.

By the time he worked his way back up, Rosalind lay completely exposed on the pristine white sheets, a vision of pale skin, sharp curves, and trembling anticipation.

Azriel hovered at the foot of the bed.

Gently but firmly, he caught her knees, parting her legs wide and draping them over his broad shoulders, opening her up completely under the brilliant light of the room.

His eyes locked onto her center.

Between her pale thighs, her tight, pink folds were completely slick, glistening heavily with a thick, transparent sheen of arousal that dripped onto the white silk beneath her.

"Beautiful," Azriel breathed, his voice rich with genuine admiration.

Rosalind’s hands clutched the sheets beside her head, her face burning as she felt the cool air of the bedroom on her most intimate vulnerability.

"W-what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice stripped of all its ducal authority.

Azriel didn’t answer with words.

He leaned down, burying his face between her thighs, and inhaled deeply.

The heavy, intoxicating scent of her arousal, sweet, sharp, and dripping with her unique Aether signature, hit his senses like a drug, fueling his bloodline.

"Worshipping you," he murmured against her damp skin.

Before she could comprehend the depth of his surrender, Azriel opened his mouth and pressed his lips directly against her swollen slit.

Rosalind violently arched her back, her toes curling as she felt the sudden, scorching heat of his mouth.

Then, his tongue flicked upward, striking her sensitive, engorged clit with an agonizingly perfect stroke.

"Ah! Azriel!" she shrieked, her fingers ripping into the mattress.

He didn’t give her a moment to recover.

Azriel began to eat her pussy with a relentless, driving hunger.

His broad tongue flattened out, lapping up the heavy cream of her arousal, tracing the entire length of her wet slit from top to bottom before zeroing back in on her clit.

He sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it in tight, wet circles while his fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady against his face.

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[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): OH! The technique! He’s not just using brute force, he’s treating her like an absolute queen! Look at how her tail is stiffening!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): I... I can’t look away... my face is so hot just watching this... How is a mortal man so skilled?!

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Damn this brat. He knows exactly what he’s doing. A Matriarch reduced to a shivering mess on her back... exceptional visual content.

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): He’s eating her alive. Literally devouring her pride. Look at the way she’s gripping the sheets.

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): The visual quality on this exclusive feed is insane. You can literally see every drop of moisture. Azriel is a god in the making.

Rosalind was completely coming apart.

She had spent centuries commanding armies, but under the relentless, wet suction of Azriel’s mouth, she was utterly powerless.

Her hips twitched instinctively, begging for more as his tongue buried itself deeper into her opening, drinking her wetness as fast as her body could produce it.

The heat of his Abyssal Juggernaut bloodline radiated through his mouth, turning her internal moisture boiling hot.

He licked, sucked, and devoured her with a rhythmic, heavy intensity, his breathing ragged against her dripping folds, plunging her headfirst into a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure she never knew existed.