The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Let me take the lead [1] [R18]

Azriel didn’t give her a single second to change her mind.

Slipping off his stool, he rounded around her, and then he slid down onto his knees on the wet marble floor, settling directly between her parted thighs.

Sitting on the low stool, Rosalind was perfectly elevated, her long, toned legs draped over his broad shoulders as he pressed his chest forward.

Her glistening, soaking core was completely exposed to his gaze, trembling slightly under the soft, ambient steam of the bathhouse.

"Azriel..." she gasped softly, her fingers immediately digging into his damp, black hair as his hot breath fanned against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Her white feline ears twitched down, a low, shuddering breath escaping her lips.

He didn’t make her wait.

Leaning in, Azriel buried his face directly into her dripping folds.

He started with a long, broad stroke of his tongue, wiping upward from her lower cleft all the way to her swollen, hyper-sensitive clitoris.

"Ahnn!" Rosalind arched her back instantly, her head snapping backward as a violent jolt of electricity rippled through her.

Her hands tightened in his hair, pinning him closer, completely abandoning her previous strict commands.

Azriel smirked against her wet skin.

He could taste the rich, sweet musk of her recent climax, and it only fueled his pace.

Using his fingers to gently spread her wet outer folds, he began to work his tongue with relentless, calculated precision.

He flattened it out to deliver heavy, broad pressure against her entire pussy, before narrowing the tip to rapidly flutter over her pulsing clit.

The contrast was intoxicating.

He was a slave, yet down here, he was a king dictating her every breath.

Every time he suctioned his lips around her clitoris and gave a firm, teasing pull, Rosalind let out a loud, breathless cry, her black-and-white striped tail lashing across the wet floor, splashing water over the heated tiles.

Up on his floating status screen, the live chat was practically running at a dangerous velocity, struggling to keep up with the explosive higher-realm traffic.

[LIVE CHAT]

[Sadistic69] (Red): YES!!! He went straight in! Look at the camera angle from behind her shoulder! He is absolutely destroying her dignity!

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): The way his tongue is moving... oh my god, he’s burying his entire face in her! Look at her fluids glistening all over his chin and nose! It’s so hot!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): A GrandMaster being completely dominated by a tongue... her toes are literally curling! She’s pulling his head so hard against her pussy!

[Boundless_Slacker] (Red): Bro’s face is literally drenched in her moisture right now. He wasn’t lying back in the arena! This man is living the absolute dream.

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Ohhh... yes, Azriel lick like that... ohhh I am coming

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Simp is here

[Moon_Priestess_99 has sent a gift: ’Aurora Wings’ (Value: 1000 KP)!]

Rosalind’s entire world is narrowing down to the devastating rhythm of his mouth.

She looked down through heavy, lidded eyes, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs as she saw Azriel looking back up at her, his violet eyes flashing with pure, unadulterated dominance while her own clear, glistening fluids coated his jawline.

It was a completely indecent, culturally upside-down sight for a Duchess, but the raw visual hit her with an ungodly wave of arousal.

"More..." she whimpered, her voice entirely stripped of any imperial authority as her hips rhythmically bucked against his face, chasing the heat.

"Azriel, right there... don’t stop..."

Azriel obliged, intensifying the suction.

He slid two fingers deep inside her tight, dripping channel, curling them in a rapid, rhythmic bedroom hook while his tongue ruthlessly pinned her swollen clit.

The dual stimulation was far too much for her newly tempered, elixir-sensitive body to handle.

Rosalind’s breathing completely shattered.

Her long, toned thighs clamped tightly around his neck in a desperate reflex, her spine locking up in a rigid, beautiful arc as a massive, second climax ripped through her core.

"Azrieeeeellllll!!!"

She screamed his name into the steaming air, squirting violently as a heavy, clear cascade of her release drenched his face, shoulders, and chest, dripping down onto the wet white marble beneath them.

Azriel didn’t flinch.

He unashamedly gulped down her sweet fluids, keeping his violet eyes locked directly onto her hazy, heavily lidded gaze, which was completely filled with raw, unadulterated lust.

Once the initial wave of her climax subsided, he dragged his tongue slowly upward, tasting her skin all the way from her pussy, up her flat abdomen, to the elegant line of her neck.

He gave her collarbone a light, teasing bite, making her shudder, before leaning close to her twitching white ear.

"Let me take the lead for today, Rose," he whispered, his deep voice thick with intent.

Rosalind’s dominant matriarchal instincts tried to flare up, a weak protest forming on her lips, but Azriel immediately cut her off.

"Don’t you feel like doing the same exact routine every night is getting a little boring?" he murmured, his fingers softly caressing her cheeks.

"It shouldn’t just feel like another task on your schedule. Why don’t you let your guard down and explore a different side of things?"

The logic pierced through her heavy, lust-addled thoughts.

Her competitive, commanding nature fought it for a fraction of a second, but looking up into his confident, unyielding gaze, she finally gave in and nodded softly.

Azriel’s smile widened with genuine triumph.

Turning on the warm water spout one last time, he thoroughly rinsed the slick fluids from both of their bodies.

After using a plush, heated towel to carefully dry her sensitive skin and his own, he effortlessly lifted her into a firm princess carry, her arms wrapping around his neck as he walked out of the steamy bathhouse.

Stepping into the opulent bedroom, he walked over to the massive, velvet-draped canopy bed.

He gently placed her down right in the center of the silk sheets and immediately climbed over her, trapping her body beneath his broad shadow.

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