The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Better Than Nothing [R18]

"I... I absolutely cannot use my mouth. Don’t even dream about it. But... how about I use these instead?"

Before he could even answer, she stepped directly between his outspread legs.

Reaching forward, she grabbed her own massive, plush breasts and pressed them tightly together around the base of his shaft.

Azriel gulped, his violet eyes locking onto the incredible, forbidden view as his rigid length was instantly buried deep within the soft, suffocating cleavage of her heavy bosom.

He nodded rapidly, completely speechless.

’Better than nothing,’ he thought.

Rosalind let out a soft, dominant hum, a breathy smile returning to her lips as she began to slide her tightly compressed breasts rhythmically up and down against his pulsing length.

The friction-heavy, lubricating contact of her skin sent the Tier-3 exclusive chat into a final, absolute meltdown.

[Sadistic69] (Red): OH MY GOD! HE ACTUALLY TRIED TO ASK A GRANDMASTER FOR A BJ! The absolute balls on this man!

[Boundless_Slacker] (Red): Bro tried to rewrite the entire cultural matrix of the world in a single sentence! She almost did it too! Look at that paizuri instead, holy hell!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): A woman using her breasts to serve a man like this... this stream is making history in the higher realms!

Rosalind noticed the rapid change in his breathing, and a triumphant, distinctly predatory glint returned to her golden eyes.

Even though she had compromised by using her chest instead of her mouth, she was still a GrandMaster.

The moment she saw Azriel completely frozen and at her mercy, her natural desire for absolute control flared right back up.

"What’s the matter, slave?" she purred, leaning her weight forward so her plush, heavy breasts pressed even tighter around his shaft, friction increasing instantly.

"A second ago you were talking so smoothly, but now you can barely find your tongue."

She didn’t wait for him to answer. Moving with a deliberate, commanding rhythm, she began to dictate the pace entirely.

She slid her breasts up and down his length with agonizing slowness, teasing the sensitive ridge before slamming her chest back down to crush the base.

Her white feline ears perked up proudly, and her tail coiled around his thigh, pinning his leg against the stool to ensure he couldn’t shift the angle.

Azriel let out a low, ragged growl, his hands instinctively reaching up to grip her breasts to speed things up.

Slap.

Rosalind lightly slapped his hands away, giving him a strict, unyielding look that carried all the weight of her military rank.

"Hands down," she commanded playfully, her voice dripping with authority.

"Did I give you permission to touch me? You just sit there and take what your Master gives you."

The live chat box went absolutely wild at the sudden, aggressive shift in dynamics.

[Sadistic69] (Red): YES! The Duchess is back in charge! Look at her swatting his hands away like a naughty dog!

[Battle_Maiden_Vera] (White): Absolute dominance. She might be catering to his desires, but she refuses to let a male dictate the rules.

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): The way she’s looking at him while squeezing him between her breasts... oh my god, the tension is suffocating. Azriel looks completely helpless right now!

[Crimson_Fury] (Cyan): He thought he could manipulate her with a sad face, but she turned it right back around on him! Ride his pace, Duchess!

Azriel swallowed hard, his jaw clenched as he forced himself to obey, his arms resting strictly on the edges of the obsidian stool.

The visual of a completely naked, dominant GrandMaster using her massive, glistening bosom to ruthlessly grind against him under the steaming lights was overwhelming his fivefold endurance parameters.

Rosalind leaned down further, her warm breath fan-striking his dick as she accelerated the friction, her heavy breasts slick with a mix of fragrant soap and rising body heat.

She watched his violet eyes darken with pure, helpless lust, and a satisfied, breathy laugh escaped her lips.

"That’s it," she whispered close to his ear, her voice a low, lethal purr.

"Just look at me. You wanted stimulation, Azriel? Let’s see just how long you can hold out when I’m the one pulling the strings."

She didn’t just accelerate; she shifted the entire trajectory of the friction.

Utilizing her immense physical control, Rosalind began to slide her breasts in a tight, twisting figure-eight motion around his shaft, mimicking the wet, rotating pressure of her own core.

The sheer surface area of her smooth, lathered skin completely enveloped him, leaving no part of his pulsing length untouched by the suffocating warmth.

"Nngh..." A low, involuntary grunt escaped Azriel’s throat.

His knuckles turned white as his fingers dug into the edges of the white stool, his thighs burning as he fought to keep his lower body perfectly still under her command.

"I can feel your pulse racing right through my skin," Rosalind teased, her golden eyes gleaming with pure, smug satisfaction.

She leaned her upper body weight entirely into him, her heavy, soap-slicked cleavage flattening against his chest as she continued the ruthless, rhythmic grinding.

"Your increased endurance don’t seem to help you much when you’re on your back, do they?"

Azriel’s chest heaved, his eyes locking onto hers with a dark, burning intensity.

He was right on the edge, the combination of her dominant gaze, her scent, and the tight, shifting pressure of her massive bosom pushing his newly enhanced endurance to its absolute, screaming limit.

The live chat was practically lagging from the sheer volume of high-tier donations and rapid-fire messages.

[LIVE CHAT]

[Sadistic69] (Red): Look at his veins! He’s literally holding onto that stool for dear life! 😂 He wants to grab her so bad!"

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): The way her pink nipples are brushing against his head with every slide... I am hyperventilating!"

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): This is art. Pure, unadulterated matriarchal art. He’s completely at her mercy.

[Pure_Jade_Fairy] (White): His breathing is completely broken. He’s going to blow any second!

Rosalind felt the sudden, violent twitch of his shaft between her breasts.

Knowing he was reaching his absolute limit, she let out a triumphant, breathy laugh.

he decided to deliver the final blow.

With a sudden surge of movement, she clamped her hands firmly around her own breasts, squeezing them together with maximum force to create a vacuum-tight seal around his glans.

She rapidly pulled upward, the tight, friction-heavy suction dragging along his entire length, before plunging back down.

"Ah... Rose—!"