The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Matriarchal Shit is a Trip

Azriel didn’t even have time to curse the system or the absurd logic of Tartarus’s high-grade medicine before Rosalind gripped his shoulders with her strength, anchoring him firmly against the marble wall of the pool.

"Rose, wait—"

His words were cut short as she lifted her hips and drove herself down in one fluid, heavy motion.

The fully revived, thick length of his cock slid deep into her tight, soaking wetness, bottoming out completely with a loud, watery squelch.

"Ahhh... Ngh!"

Rosalind threw her head back, her spine arching violently as her internal walls clamped down like a vice around him.

Her pristine white hair splashed into the warm water, and her golden eyes went wide, instantly blowing out with an intense, drug-like pleasure.

Azriel groaned loudly, his hands automatically flying to her hips to steady her.

The vitality potion had completely eradicated his physical exhaustion, leaving every single nerve ending hyper-sensitive.

The sheer heat inside her womb felt like molten lava, triggering his Abyssal Ardor bloodline to react instantly.

A thick, intoxicating warmth began to radiate from his core, driving both of them further into a frenzy.

"You... you really brought this on yourself," Rosalind panted, a breathless, triumphant smile breaking through her flushed features.

She leaned forward, pressing her large, voluptuous breasts flat against his chest, her heart hammering relentlessly against his ribs.

"Let’s see if that mouth of yours can keep up with your new stamina."

With a fierce, instinctive dominance, she began to move.

Wrapping her long white tail tightly around his waist to keep him locked deep inside her, she started a brutal, frantic rhythm.

She lifted herself up before slamming back down onto him, her hips grinding in tight, desperate circles that rubbed his massive length directly against her hyper-sensitive walls.

Slap. Squelch. Splash.

The relentless rhythm continued without a single pause.

Every deep thrust sloshed waves of water over the marble steps, draining Azriel’s stamina bar once again as the minutes bled into hours.

Feeling the heavy fatigue creeping back into his muscles, he pulled back slightly, panting against her wet skin.

"Rose... another potion," he muttered, his voice thick with heat.

Rosalind let out a breathless, triumphant chuckle.

Even as she shivered from the pleasure, her dominant pride was thoroughly satisfied to see him ask for help again.

With a quick flick of her wrist, another crystal vial materialized in her hand.

She popped the cap with her teeth and poured the green liquid straight into his open mouth.

The instant the fluid hit his throat, a surge of raw vitality exploded through his veins.

His muscles tightened, his stamina bar filled to the absolute maximum, and his dick hardened to steel once more.

"Good boy," Rosalind whispered, her golden eyes flashing wildly as he grabbed her hips and slammed himself upward with renewed, brutal strength.

They kept fucking for hours, turning the luxurious bath into an endless loop of heavy friction and muffled screams.

Backed by the endless supply of high-grade potions, Azriel didn’t hold back.

He kept driving into her core, cumming deep inside her womb over and over again, filling her to the absolute brim until her internal walls violently convulsed around him in multiple, exhausting climaxes.

By the time the frantic frenzy finally ran its course, the afternoon sun was already high, filtering through the bathroom windows.

After meticulously cleaning the layers of spilled fluids and sweat from each other’s bodies, they finally settled down to relax in the now-calm water.

Rosalind sat back against the smooth marble edge of the pool, her long white tail drifting lazily in the water.

Azriel sat directly in front of her, leaning his back completely against her front.

Because of the posture, his head was resting right between her huge, soft breasts, completely squished into the voluptuous valley of her chest.

At first, the pose was incredibly awkward for his modern Earth mindset, being held like a delicate prize by a dominant woman was something he was still trying to process.

But as the minutes passed, he found himself getting genuinely addicted to it.

Her skin was incredibly soft, her body radiated a comforting, maternal warmth, and the sheer comfort of leaning against her was unlike anything he had ever felt.

He let out a long sigh, letting his eyes close as he melted into her embrace.

Both of them sat in a heavy, peaceful silence, enjoying the afterglow of the marathon session.

Rosalind wrapped one arm securely around his chest, holding him close, while her other hand reached down beneath the clear water, her slender fingers idly playing with his balls in a lazy, possessive manner.

"Rose?" Azriel suddenly called out.

"Hmmm?" she hummed softly against his hair.

"Why didn’t you give me those potions last night?"

Rosalind chuckled, a low, smooth sound vibrating against his back.

The hand around his groin loosened, her fingers slowly stroking up the length of his dick. She leaned down close to his ear, her breath hot on his skin.

"Because I wanted to dominate you last night. I wanted to show you what a real woman is."

Azriel grunted.

"I would have performed a hell of a lot better if you had just given me the potions."

"Yeah, you probably would have," she purred, tracing the edge of his ear with her lips.

"But where is the fun in that? I wanted to see your expressions while I was fucking you into the mattress."

’Fuck, this world is wild,’ Azriel thought, a brief flash of sheer embarrassment hitting him.

’This matriarchal shit is a trip.’

Tilting his head back against the soft valley of her breasts, he looked straight up into her golden eyes.

A confident, challenging smirk returned to his face.

"One day, Rose... I’m going to be the one completely dominating you. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even speak."

The moment the words left his mouth, Rosalind’s golden eyes turned instantly cold, her slitted pupils narrowing into razor-thin lines.

Azriel swallowed hard, his muscles tensing beneath the water.

’Shit. Did I push the boundary too far?’

But a second later, the icy glare dissolved.

A beautiful, genuine smile broke across her face, and she let out a soft chuckle.

Leaning down, she pressed a tender kiss directly onto his forehead.

"Sure. I would honestly love to see you try to dominate me. That would be incredibly interesting."

Azriel blinked, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"You’re... not angry that I said that?"

"No way. How could I be?" Rosalind replied smoothly, her hand resuming its lazy strokes beneath the water.

"I am not an arrogant woman who thinks she is entirely invincible. If it were any other ordinary man saying those words, his tongue would already be on the floor. But the man in question is you. And you have far more potential than I ever will."

She shifted slightly, pulling him closer against her chest.

"My class rank is S-rank, and I don’t even possess a bloodline. But you? You have an S-rank class and a legendary SSS+ rank bloodline. It is a mathematical certainty that you will become vastly stronger than me in the future."

She leaned her chin on his head, a soft, incredibly affectionate smile gracing her lips.

"So, when that day comes, it will be perfectly fine if you are the one in charge."