The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: OKAY! I will do it [R18]

The heavy, musk-filled air of the master bedroom grew thicker as the night pressed on.

The explosive, simultaneous climax they had just shared was only the opening bell for a grueling marathon.

Thanks to the high-tier elixir coursing through Azriel’s veins and Rosalind’s immense GrandMaster vitality, neither of them showed the slightest hint of exhaustion.

Azriel didn’t pull out.

He remained buried deep inside her, his heavy chest rising and falling against her plush, slick breasts as they both caught their breath.

Rosalind’s inner walls were still throwing weak, post-orgasmic tremors around his thick length, keeping him painfully hard.

"You really... didn’t hold back," Rosalind panted, her voice a ragged, breathless purr as her silver hair clung to her damp forehead.

She glared up at him weakly, though her white feline ears were pinned flat against the pillows in pure satisfaction.

"I told you, Rose," Azriel whispered, a dangerous, dark glint returning to his violet eyes as his hips gave a subtle, testing twitch inside her.

"We’re doing things my way tonight."

Before she could register the warning, Azriel pulled back until he was nearly riding her entrance, then slammed right back in to the hilt, shifting her into a completely different position.

He grabbed her toned legs and hooked them over his broad shoulders, opening her up entirely.

The new angle allowed him to drive directly against her deepest, most sensitive internal nodes with brutal efficiency.

[LIVE CHAT]

[Sadistic69] (Red): OH MY GOD, HE IS NOT STOPPING! He went straight into round two without even resting!

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): The over-the-shoulder leg lock?! He’s bottoming out so hard her ears are literally twitching with every single thud! @Lusty_Sera look at her tail, she’s completely locked in place!"

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): "@I_Love_Leaf Right?! And look at how much fluid is pooling on the sheets now, the friction sounds are completely indecent. They are going to ruin that velvet bed frame tonight."

[Frost_Queen_Elsa] (Cyan): Let it break...

[Pure_Jade_Fairy] (White): The sheer shamelessness... I can’t look away.

Their bodies kept slapping together, the raw, rhythmic impacts and wet noises resounding loudly through the steaming space of the bedroom.

The friction was relentless, drawing out a heavy glaze of moisture that coated their skin.

After a few more minutes of intense, unyielding driving, Rosalind’s inner walls began to tighten in violent, desperate contractions.

"Ohhhh... I’m coming!" she cried out, her voice fracturing.

She hit her climax hard, and Azriel, pushed over the edge by the suffocating internal pressure, leaned down to capture her lips in a deep, bruising kiss.

He let out a low growl into her mouth as he came right along with her, violently pumping a thick, hot release deep inside her pulsing core.

They kept kissing each other deeply for a while, their breathing gradually slowing as his hips gave a few slow, lingering thrusts to milk the remaining sensation.

Finally, Azriel slowly pulled his dick out of her soaking pussy.

A loud, wet pop echoed in the quiet room, and Rosalind let out a needy, deflated moan.

"Ahhh..."

Azriel smirked, tracing a finger down her spine.

Moving deliberately, he tapped her hips and asked her to get up on her all fours.

He even shifted his own body on the mattress, demonstrating the exact posture by arching his lower back and looking up at her with a challenging, intensely heavy gaze.

Rosalind’s golden eyes snapped wide open.

Realizing the incredibly submissive, completely exposed position he was asking her to take, every single piece of her deeply ingrained GrandMaster pride flared up in instant, violent retaliation.

Her white feline ears pinned flat against her head, and her tail lashed out against the ruined sheets.

"Absolutely not! No way, Azriel!" she hissed, her voice trembling with a mixture of shock and lingering heat.

"This is absolute heresy! I am a Duchess, the supreme commander of the forces! I am not putting myself in such a degrading, humiliating position for a male! Do not dare push your luck!"

She glared at him stubbornly, locking her thighs tight, completely unwilling to change her mind.

Her imperial dignity was drawing its final, desperate line in the sand.

But Azriel knew exactly how to systematically dismantle her defenses.

He didn’t force her physically; instead, he targeted her entirely overstimulated body.

Leaning his heavy frame over her side, his large, calloused hand reached up to firmly grip her plush breast, his thumb aggressively rolling and rubbing across her swollen, hyper-sensitive pink nipple.

Simultaneously, his other hand slid effortlessly between her thighs, his fingers masterfully swirling against her highly sensitive, soaking clit, which was already dripping with the remnants of her previous climax.

"Please, Rose..." Azriel murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, pleading register right against the shell of her ear.

He didn’t just ask once.

As his fingers picked up the pace down below, tracing agonizingly sharp circles over her clit, he kept up the soft, intoxicating barrage.

"Just look at how wet you are for me. Please, Master... just for tonight, let me have this."

Rosalind let out a fractured, high-pitched gasp, her fingers bunching the silk sheets as his tongue lightly swiped across her neck.

"No, I... I wouldn’t—"

"Please, Rose," he begged again, his voice smooth like velvet, sending a heavy vibration straight down her spine.

His fingers slid slightly inside her, stretching her slick folds before coming back out to tease her clit again.

"You know exactly how good it’s going to feel if you just trust me. Let me see you like this. Please, my beautiful Duchess... let me take you from behind."

The relentless, dual tactile stimulation combined with his continuous, desperate, and deeply submissive whispering sent a catastrophic wave of liquid heat straight to her pussy.

It was psychological warfare.

Hearing her cocky slave begging so intensely for something so forbidden, while his hands thoroughly wrecked her senses, completely melted her ability to think clearly.

She was already far too horny, her body fully primed and completely helpless against the heavy throbbing between her legs.

Gritting her teeth, her chest heaving with shallow, desperate breaths, she finally let out a defeated, utterly broken huff.

"OKAY....I will do it."