The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Who are you

Azriel woke up with a low, gravelly grunt, his eyelids feeling heavier than the volcanic stone blocks in the training arena.

The morning sun filtered softly through the silk curtains of the grand bedroom, illuminating the absolute warzone the bed had become.

The luxurious satin sheets were completely disheveled, soaked in a messy cocktail of sweat, love juices, and the glowing green residue of premium high-tier healing potions.

Rosalind was draped completely over him, stubbornly maintaining her dominant position even in her deepest sleep.

Her heavy, athletic thighs were locked securely around his hips, her lush breasts pressed flush against his chest, and her long white tail wrapped loosely around his calf.

Beneath the tangled sheets, Azriel could feel the tight, pulsing warmth of her pussy still snugly buried over his dick.

She hadn’t let him slip out all night.

Every muscle in his body throbbed with a dull, phantom ache.

He had been thoroughly and relentlessly fucked for hours on end.

The moment his dick had entered her yesterday, the cold GrandMaster Duchess had vanished, replaced by a ravenous, insatiable beast of pure instinct.

Yet, as he looked down at her, a lazy smile tugged at his lips.

Unlike their frantic first night together where she had done all the heavy lifting while he just tried to survive, last night had been different.

Thanks to the constant stream of healing potions she had forcefully poured down his throat every time his stamina red-lined, Azriel had actually been able to fight back.

He had given her his absolute best, matching her aggressive rhythm, driving her wild until her sharp, authoritative commands dissolved into loud, echoing, uninhibited moans that shook the bedroom walls

They had felt entirely in tune, a primal connection of flesh and aura.

Watching the soft, almost innocent rise and fall of her chest as she slept peacefully on his chest, Azriel’s smile turned a bit sharper.

He definitely wasn’t a fan of being the one pinned down and dominated, but it was a sobering, thrilling reminder of the world he now lived in.

Strength was everything here.

And right now, a deep, burning fire ignited in his lower abdomen, a possessive, predatory drive to eventually grow strong enough to flip the script, conquer Rosalind completely, and tame every other high-and-mighty goddess who dared look down on him.

But first, he needed to check his bag.

With a quiet mental command, keeping his movements microscopic so he wouldn’t wake the sleeping tiger on top of him, Azriel booted up his streaming system interface.

A golden ledger violently manifested in his retinas, displaying the final revenue breakdown from the "Membership-Only" wildcard broadcast.

[Broadcast Summary]

Stream Title: Getting Trained (Beaten) By My Beautiful, Dominant Lover

Peak Concurrent Viewers: 38,400 Deities

Total Stream Duration: 10 Hours 12 Minutes

Revenue Breakdown:

Divine Gifts & Tips: 18,500 Karma Points (KP)

Notable Contributors: [Lusty_Sera], [Moon_Priestess_99], [ThoughtAngel_404]

New Memberships: 1052 Users × 10 KP = 10520 Karma Points (KP)

Total Revenue: 29020 Karma Points

[Platform Deductions]

AURELIAS Network Share (55%): 15961 KP

Net Creator Payout (45%): 13059 KP

[System Wallet Balance Updated: 16120 KP]

Azriel stared at the final number, his heart skipping a beat.

Sixteen thousand net Karma Points in two days!

The standard platform cut was an absolute highway robbery, 55% was a steeper tax, but the sheer volume of horny, wealthy goddesses willing to throw their divine currency at his bedroom antics more than made up for it.

His system wallet was officially loaded, and the newly unlocked [Karma Store] was practically begging to be spent.

He let out a silent, triumphant laugh in his mind, his fingers gently tracing the soft curve of Rosalind’s bare shoulder.

’Yeah,’ he thought, looking down at his trapped lower half as Rosalind stirred slightly, her pussy tightening around him in her sleep.

’My big buddy took a legendary beating tonight,... but damn, it pays incredibly well.’

As his fingers gently caressed her bare shoulder, the long, white-and-black striped tail wrapped around his calf gave a sudden, lazy twitch.

Rosalind stirred against his chest, a soft, feline purr vibrating deep within her throat.

Slowly, her long eyelashes fluttered open, exposing golden eyes that completely lacked their usual icy, battlefield sharpness.

Instead, as she looked up at him, her gaze was deep, heavy, and dripping with an unadulterated, possessive warmth.

She shifted her weight slightly, causing a sudden, tight friction below the sheets that made Azriel bite his lip.

Leaning down, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss right against his mouth, her voice a groggy, morning murmur.

"Good morning, love."

Azriel’s lazy smile returned, his hand sliding down to rest comfortably on the small of her back.

"It’s already afternoon, Rose."

"What?"

Rosalind’s eyes snapped wide.

She sharply turned her head, looking past the silk curtains toward the window, where the sun was already riding high and casting bright, midday light across the floor.

The soft, flustered kitten instantly tried to turn back into the high noble.

"Oh, shit... I have so much work to do. The council meetings, the border reports—"

She immediately tried to push herself up to scramble out of bed, but Azriel was faster.

Harnessing what little physical strength he had left, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and shoulders, anchoring her body flush against his chest.

Rosalind gasped, caught completely off guard by his sudden assertiveness as she found herself pinned right back down on top of him.

"Azriel, let go, I’m late—"

Before she could finish the sentence, Azriel leaned up and captured her lips in a deep, sweeping kiss.

It wasn’t a desperate plea, it was a slow, intoxicating claim that poured all of his charm into a single movement.

Rosalind’s resistance melted instantly.

Her hands, which had been pushing against his chest, softened, her fingers wrapping into his hair as she let out a quiet sigh into his mouth, completely losing herself in the warmth of the embrace.

When he finally broke the kiss, their breaths were completely mingled.

He looked up into her dazed golden eyes, his expression soft but carrying a strange, intense weight.

"Who are you?" Azriel asked quietly.