The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Love-Struck Golden Eyes [R18]

Azriel could feel her pulse racing against his lips, the raw power of her Grand Master-stage cultivation fluttering erratically under the onslaught of his tongue.

He didn’t slow down. Instead, he deepened the pressure, burying his nose directly into her dripping core as he let out a low, vibrating growl.

"Mmm."

The vibration of his voice against her engorged clitoris sent a devastating shockwave through her nervous system.

"Ahhh! Azriel! Stop, no, don’t stop!" Rosalind cried out, completely split between her pride and the terrifyingly intense pleasure shattering her mind.

Her pale thighs clamped tightly against his head, instinctively trying to trap the source of her ecstasy, but her strength was uncoordinated, thoroughly unraveled by the sheer skill of his mouth.

Azriel gripped her thighs, his fingers leaving deep indents on her smooth skin as he held her open, completely unbothered by her tightening grip.

He flicked his tongue faster, dragging it flatly against her soaking slit, lapping up the sweet, abundant juices that were pouring out of her.

Slick. Slick.

He sucked her clit into his mouth once more, creating a tight, heavy vacuum that drew a breathless, ragged sob from the Duchess.

Up in the higher planes, the screen was catching every single glistening detail, the flush of Rosalind’s skin, the manic lashing of her white tail against the bedposts, and the heavy, clear moisture coating Azriel’s chin and lips as he devoured her.

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[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Look at her toes curling! A grand master-stage warrior can’t even control her own body under his tongue! This is absolute perfection!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Oh my goddess... the way he’s looking up at the camera while doing that... he knows we’re watching! He’s doing this on purpose!

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): He hasn’t paused for breath once. He’s completely dominating her senses.

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Hmph. The ice duchess is melting into a puddle. I suppose a ten points was a bargain for entertainment of this tier.

Rosalind’s breathing turned into short, frantic gasps.

The static of her Aether began to spark wildly around the room, making the white curtains flutter, but it was entirely directionless.

Her hips bucked off the mattress, begging for a deeper intrusion, but Azriel kept her pinned, his mouth continuing its relentless, wet torture until she reached her absolute limit.

Slick. Slick. Slurp.

"I’m, I’m going to!" she choked out, her golden eyes widening as a sudden, violent wave of heat built up deep within her core.

Azriel recognised the signs.

With a wicked smirk against her wet skin, he sucked hard directly to her hyper-sensitive nub, pushing her right over the edge.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Rosalind screamed, her back arching so high off the bed that only her head and heels touched the silk sheets.

Her internal muscles clamped down in a frantic, pulsating spasm, and a heavy gush of her sweet, transparent essence erupted from her core, splashing directly over Azriel’s mouth and chin.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Her body shivered violently, her long white tail going completely rigid before falling limp against the mattress as her first-ever release ripped through her soul.

Azriel slowly pulled his face away, swallowing the sweet fluid that filled his mouth.

Gulp.

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, his violet eyes dark and blazing with a dangerous, hungry fire.

He looked up at the dazed, shivering Duchess.

Her golden eyes were blank, staring at the ceiling as she panted heavily, her body completely spent and entirely at his mercy.

Azriel crawled up her body, his heavy, rock-hard length sliding against her wet thighs, leaving a trail of moisture against her pale skin.

He loomed over her face once more, his shadow completely swallowing her.

"That was just the introduction, Your Grace," he whispered, his deep voice dripping with a dark, heavy promise. "Now, let’s start the real lesson."

Rosalind looked up at his godly features with hazy, love-struck eyes.

Sensing him lean back down toward her, she instinctively parted her mouth.

Azriel claimed her lips again, kissing her deeply and forcing her to taste the sweet, rich tang of her own fluids left on his mouth.

"Mhmmm..."

After a breathless moment, he pulled apart just enough to lean toward her twitching white ear, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

"It will be painful for the first few minutes, so keep up with me."

Dazed and thoroughly consumed by his aura, she nodded submissively.

Azriel shifted his weight, aligning his huge, rigid length with her soaking wet entrance.

He leaned forward, slowly pushing the broad head into those slick, tight folds.

The tip ruthlessly parted her sensitive walls, and Rosalind let out a breathless moan as she felt the searing heat and staggering girth of him pressing deep against her vulnerability.

Azriel looked down at her flushed face, catching her lips once more to muffle her voice as he began pushing inside slowly.

Squelch.

The moment the thick head fully buried itself inside her, she moaned loudly, but he captured the sound entirely, dominating her tongue in a deep, suffocating kiss.

He pushed deeper, navigating the incredibly tight, virgin passage until he felt the solid resistance of her hymen.

Breaking the kiss for a split second, he looked down into her wide, golden eyes, which were staring back up at him in tense anticipation of the pain.

Azriel leaned back in for a deep, commanding kiss and drove his hips forward with a firm, decisive thrust.

The hymen split apart.

A fresh trail of virgin blood flowed out from her, staining the white silk sheets.

Rosalind moaned loudly directly into his mouth as a sharp flash of pain ripped through her core.

Her instincts flared in agony, causing her to bite down hard on his tongue.

Azriel winced, sharply pulling his mouth away from hers as an iron taste of blood filled his own mouth.

The moment her lips were free, the proud Duchess glared up at him, tears of pain blurring her golden vision.

"You bastard!" she cursed, panting heavily. "Why the hell are you so huge?! It’s too much... it hurts!"

Azriel looked down at her, his violet eyes softening with a calm, reassuring warmth that instantly countered her anger.

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