The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

"Now," he said.

She came completely apart.

Squelch. Squelch.

The climax hit her like a physical force, her entire body seizing in one long, continuous convulsion, her inner walls clamping and releasing and clamping again in frantic waves around him, her voice tearing loose into the hollow in a cry that sent something small and unseen fleeing through the canopy above.

Slap. Slap. Squelch.

He drove through it, through every wave, his hips continuing their punishing rhythm even as she shook, his hand still gripping her braid, holding her arched and open and completely at his mercy while her climax went on and on and refused to end.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

She could feel him swelling inside her, could feel the change in the quality of his breathing above her, the way his rhythm was losing its last trace of control and becoming something purely instinctive.

"Ves"

"Inside," she managed, the word barely intact. "All of it. Fill it to brim...."

He buried himself to the absolute root and released.

SQUELCH.

The flood came in heavy, scorching surges, each one deeper and more overwhelming than the last, and Vesperia received every wave with fierce, focused intention, her inner walls working around him with rhythmic, milking pulses, her body refusing to relinquish a single drop of what he was giving her.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

Above her, Azriel made a sound that was not quite a groan and not quite her name and was perhaps both simultaneously, his free hand dropping to her hip and gripping with a force that would leave marks she would find later and remember exactly.

Gulp.

The final surge came largest of all, and she took it.

When at last the shaking subsided, his and hers both, the hollow was very quiet.

Hah. Hah. Hah.

His fist released her braid.

Her spine uncurled slowly, the long arch of it relaxing degree by degree, her head dropping forward until her chin nearly touched her chest.

Her arms, trembling badly, held.

Barely.

His hands moved to her hips, not gripping now, just resting, warm and heavy and grounding.

The luminous insects had barely resumed their soft chorus when Azriel’s palms glided up Vesperia’s sweat-slick sides, tracing every rib until his forearms locked around her throat from behind.

He bent low, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the knobs of her spine, each one hotter than the last, until his lips reached the nape of her neck and his teeth sank in hard enough to bruise.

Vesperia hissed, the sound sharp and needy, her golden eyes fluttering half-shut.

[LIVE CHAT]

[Curious_red_head] (Red): Ummm.... why is no one chating right now?

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[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Everyone is using their hands for something..... hehehe

[Curious_red_head] (Red): Then can’t you just type using your mental power?

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Shut up... stop disturbing....

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): Did you seriously take the exclusive membership to ask these questions?

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Hahahaha... even the famous crimson bitch is not hating... just stop talking now... look, he is going for more...

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Hmph... I am just seeing this for Vesperia to show her dominant side.

"Ready for round three?" Azriel’s voice was a low rasp against her skin, violet eyes gleaming with hunger.

Her tail uncoiled from his thigh, sweeping once through the dark in a slow, deliberate arc.

"Yes," she breathed when she found the air, voice hoarse from screaming.

She pushed herself up onto all fours, arms trembling, claws digging into the sheets.

Azriel rose with her, his cock still buried to the root inside her swollen cunt.

He watched the way her body shook, large, heavy breasts swaying beneath her, dusky pink nipples bruised with bite marks.

He squeezed one ass cheek hard, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, then seized the thick braid of white hair at the base of her skull and yanked her upright.

Her back slammed against his chest, both of them now kneeling on the bed.

Vesperia’s hands left the mattress, reaching back to clutch at his hips for balance.

Azriel released her braid only to wrap his hand around her throat again, thumb pressing against her pulse.

"Turn your head," he ordered.

She obeyed, twisting to look over her shoulder.

Their eyes met, her feline pupils blown wide with lust, his violet gaze dark and commanding.

Azriel smiled and then crushed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss while his fingers tightened around her windpipe.

At the same moment he drove his hips upward, fucking her in short, brutal strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce and slap against her ribs.

Slap. Slap.Slap. Slap

Vesperia moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled and desperate.

"Ahh... Ahh... Ahhh..."

Her tail coiled around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Slap. Squelch. Slap. Squelch. Slap.

Every thrust forced a wet, obscene squelch from her soaked pussy, her walls fluttering around his thick shaft as fresh cream leaked down her thighs.

Azriel’s free hand slid up to cup one swaying breast, squeezing hard until she let out a moan filled with pain and pleasure, then pinched the swollen nipple and twisted.

"Ahnnnnnnnn...."

He never broke the kiss.

He kept her throat in his grip, controlling her breath while his cock hammered into her from below, the angle letting him grind against her cervix with every upward drive.

Vesperia’s golden eyes rolled back, her body jerking with every thrust, her cunt clenching rhythmically as another orgasm built fast and sharp.

"Cum for me again, Mommy," Azriel growled against her lips, tightening his hold on her throat until her vision sparkled.

"Milk my cock while I breed this slutty cunt. Show me how badly you want to be knocked up."

She came with a strangled cry, pussy spasming violently around him, hot slick gushing out around his shaft and soaking his balls.

Azriel fucked her straight through it, never slowing, his hips snapping upward in relentless rhythm.

He released her throat just long enough to shove two fingers into her open mouth, pressing down on her tongue.

Vesperia sucked greedily, golden eyes locked on his, her body still twitching from the aftershocks.

Azriel’s cock throbbed inside her, balls drawing tight as his own release approached.

"Not yet," he snarled, pulling his fingers free and wrapping his hand around her throat again.

"I’m not done using this hole. Not until you’re pregnant..."

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