The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Trying Hard to Keep the Dignity [R18]

A/N: Hey everyone, a quick heads-up! If you’ve already read the previous Chapter, please go back and give it a quick re-read. I just made some important adjustments to tweak the details and keep the story flow seamless. Sorry for the trouble, and happy reading! (21/6/26)

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

Without a moment’s hesitation, she gripped his waist, aligning her soaking pussy, which was visibly dripping with his white semen, directly over his reawakening cock.

She didn’t ease into it.

With a fierce downward drive of her hips, she slammed herself down.

She took the entire nine-inch cock in one single, brutal thrust.

"Arghhhhh!"

Rosalind couldn’t help but moan loudly, her back arching violently as the sudden, total penetration filled her completely.

A wave of intense heat flared through her, and without giving him a second to breathe, she started to grind her ass heavily on his cock, moving faster and faster in a fierce, demanding rhythm.

Azriel tried to shift, but the sheer physical strength of her kept him absolutely pinned to the mattress. He couldn’t move an inch beneath her grip.

Realizing he was trapped, he relaxed into the pillows, a smirk playing on his lips as he simply stayed there, enjoying the view of the dominant Duchess taking what she wanted.

Rosalind looked down at him, her eyes locking onto his lips.

Driven by a primal urge to satisfy him, she reached up, grabbed her own heavy breasts, and squeezed them together, pushing them directly into his face.

Azriel didn’t hesitate.

He opened his mouth, wrapping his lips tightly around one pliant, heavy mound, and began to suck aggressively on her sensitive nipple, his tongue swirling against her skin while she continued to ride him with frantic, unyielding power.

Her hips bounced heavily against his pelvis, her body slamming down with a relentless cadence of wet, violent slaps.

Slap. Slap. Squelch.

"Ah! Ahhh! Yes, Azriel! Just like that!" Rosalind screamed out, her voice echoing loudly in the chamber.

Azriel stayed pinned beneath her, his head buried in her cleavage.

He let out a deep, guttural grunt "Nghh" as he aggressively sucked on her breasts, biting into the soft, pale flesh to drive her wilder.

His hands reached around to grope her ass, his fingers digging firmly into her cheeks with every hard downward drop of her weight.

Rosalind threw her head back, her white hair lashing through the air as another powerful orgasm tore through her pussy.

"Oh my god, Ahhhh! I’m coming again!"

Her internal muscles clamped down like a vise around his length, forcing a ragged groan from his throat as his own release was forcefully wrung from his body.

"Ffuck..."

He came thick and hard inside her once more, but Rosalind didn’t care to stop.

Gulp. Gulp.

Even as her body shivered from her own climax and his hot fluids filled her womb, she kept fucking him continuously.

She rode him right through her orgasm, pushing his cock back out and slamming right back down onto it without a single second of pause.

Squelch. Squelch.

With a surge of her Aether, she grabbed his legs, hoisting them upward toward his chest to open his hips up completely.

She pinned his knees near his shoulders and began to grind heavily on his dick, rotating her hips with a crushing, downward pressure.

"Fuuh... haah... look at you..." Rosalind moaned, her voice completely slurred with pleasure.

Azriel felt his stamina bar ticking downward at a visible rate.

He had the Abyssal Ardor bloodline, but he was still only a Level 1 entity fighting against a fully awakened, Grand Master-stage warrior whose physical limits were vastly superior to his own.

He had planned to completely break her, to show this arrogant Duchess exactly what a real man was, and to broadcast to the entire AUREALIS Network what the First Patriarch was truly capable of.

But his current reality was a little less dignified.

He looked up at her with a trace of genuine exhaustion beginning to seep into his violet eyes, letting out another low, strained grunt as she heavily ground her pelvis against his.

"Ughh"

Up in the higher planes, the live chat was absolutely ruthless.

The goddesses weren’t blind, they knew Rosalind was hundreds of times stronger than him physically, but seeing the self-proclaimed "First Patriarch" pinned down and utterly used by a mortal woman was too funny to ignore.

[ LIVE CHAT: PRIME ACCESS ONLY ]

[Star_Gazer_Yuna] (White): AHAHAHA! Look at our ’First Patriarch’! He wanted to play the king, but the Duchess turned him into her personal throne!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Pfft—! His face! He looks so exhausted, but he’s trying so hard to keep his dignity!

[Crimson_Fury] (White): The little bastard talked a big game, but a Master-stage warrior’s stamina is no joke. Ride him till he breaks, girl!

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): He’s getting absolutely dominated out there. So much for the patriarch’s authority, huh?

Azriel glanced at the flashing chat log.

He was shameless enough not to mind their mockery.

If anything, the spike in viewership and engagement from their laughter was just feeding his system.

Rosalind was completely in the heavens, entirely lost to the primal instinct of the mating process.

Her golden eyes were crazed, blown wide with absolute obsession, and her mouth hung slightly open with her tongue out, a thin trail of saliva dripping down her chin as she mindlessly rode him.

Her raw physical strength made it impossible for him to buck her off or reverse the position.

"Ah! Ah! Azriel! You’re... you’re mine....Ohhhhhh!" she cried out, her tail whipping the air in absolute ecstasy.

’Well,’ Azriel thought, letting his head sink back into the pillows and letting out a heavy grunt as he accepted his current position beneath her heavy, grinding hips.

’It’s fine. It’s just going to take some time to level up and show this world what the First Patriarch is really capable of.’