The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Time bled away inside the quiet sanctuary of the study.

Three full hours passed in seamless instruction as Rosalind guided him through the high-society posture, complex crest salutations, and the subtle micro-expressions used by Tartarus royalty.

Finally, Rosalind let out a soft, contented sigh, smoothing down her crimson silk skirt as she settled back into the plush armchair opposite his.

"Class is officially dismissed," she murmured, a proud, affectionate smile playing on her lips.

"You did surprisingly well, Azriel."

Azriel sat across from her in the high-backed leather chair, his posture impeccably elegant, yet his violet eyes burned with an intense, intoxicating blend of reverence, possessiveness, and dark, unbridled lust.

The gentlemanly facade dissolved instantly, replaced by the gaze of an absolute predator who had just fulfilled his end of a bargain.

Slowly, Azriel rose to his feet.

He bowed with immaculate, Elizabethan grace, placing a hand over his heart as he looked down at the breathtaking expanse of her cleavage overflowing from her tight gown.

With a voice dropping into a deep, velvety, and melodramatically high-born cadence, he spoke,

"My celestial sovereign, whose bountiful, porcelain orbs do eclipse the sun itself in sheer splendor... might this humble servant be granted the supreme indulgence of pressing his parched lips unto those glorious, milky hills of divine nectar, and partake of their sweet, intoxicating essence?"

Rosalind froze, her jaw dropping slightly as her golden eyes widened in pure, stunned disbelief at his absurdly formal way of asking to suck her breasts.

Before she could process the sheer audacity of his request, Azriel casually switched the stream to ’Exclusive for Members’.

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[Silk&Steel] (White): Wait no!! I was just watching him do the high salute—

[Laughing_Mess] (White): SYSTEM FRAUD!! Let me see what she says!!

[Sadistic69] (Red): HAHAHAHA NON-MEMBERS GETTING CUT OFF AGAIN!! BEST VIP SUBSCRIPTION EVER!!

[Battle_Maiden_Vera] (White): Did he really just ask to suck her breast like that?! I am dying!!!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Oh my... what an exquisitely wicked tongue you possess, little Az~

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Look at her face!! Rosalind is bright red omg!!

Rosalind’s cheeks flushed a furious, vibrant shade of crimson.

A breathless, melodic chuckle escaped her lips as she looked up at him, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.

With a subtle wave of her slender, clawed hand, a pulse of white aether rippled through the empty center of the spacious study.

In a flash of light, a massive, sumptuously plush four-poster bed, draped in heavy velvet sheets and silk pillows, materialized right on top of the polished mahogany floorboards.

Rising smoothly from her chair, she locked her golden eyes onto his, her gaze brimming with unbridled passion as she matched his melodramatic cadence with a breathy, high-born purr of her own,

"Thy earnest petition hath reached mine ears, noble sire... and by the heavens above, this maiden’s heart, and flesh, doth eagerly surrender unto thy ravenous desire."

A dark, dangerous smile touched Azriel’s lips, met instantly by Rosalind’s own intoxicating grin.

In a fraction of a second, the distance between them vanished.

They collided in a fiery, breathless embrace, their lips locking together in a deep, ravenous kiss.

Rosalind leaped into his arms without hesitation, wrapping her long, shapely legs tightly around his waist as her tongue tangled fiercely with his.

Azriel slammed his hands down onto her lush curves, gripping her firmly to anchor her weight as he carried her toward the plush velvet bed.

He brought them crashing down onto the mattress, refusing to break the kiss for even a single breath.

Hands scrambled frantically to strip away the barriers of silk and cloth.

Azriel caught the bodice of her crimson gown, tearing through the fine silk with a sharp rip to expose her heavy, porcelain treasures.

His hand cupped one glorious sphere, his thumb and forefinger lightly pinching her sensitive peak.

A muffled, shuddering moan broke past her lips directly into his mouth.

Eager to feel his bare skin, Rosalind pulled at his black training top, but the high-density compression fabric resisted her grip.

Letting out an impatient tch, she pulsed a thread of brilliant white aether through her fingertips.

The tight material shredded instantly into harmless tatters, leaving the heavy metallic bands on his wrists and ankles completely intact.

She ran her nails down his newly sculpted chest, tracing the dense contours of his back as her golden eyes locked onto his burning violet gaze, drowning together in pure, unchecked desire.

The air in the room grew heavy and thick with heat, saturated by the heady blend of her sweet orchid fragrance and the intense, primal aura radiating from his upgraded bloodline.

Azriel broke the kiss only to drag his lips down her jawline, trailing fire along the delicate column of her neck before burying his face directly between her heavy, porcelain breasts.

He took one rosy peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight nub before pulling it firmly into his heat.

"Ahhn... Azriel—!" Rosalind gasped, her back arching off the silk mattress.

Her fingers tangled tightly into his dark hair, pressing him deeper against her chest as a shiver ran down her thighs.

Azriel’s free hand cupped her other breast, kneading the soft flesh and teasing her hardened peak between his fingers.

He devoured her with relentless hunger, treating every inch of her skin like the prized reward for his hours of grueling discipline.

Rosalind moaned shamelessly, discarding every last shred of noble etiquette the second she hit the mattress with him.

"Ohhhhhh... yeahhhhh, babe..."

"Ohhhhhhh...don’t bite so hard... hmmmm..."

Azriel softened his pressure just enough to soothe the skin with a long, wet trace of his tongue, making her shudder beneath him.

Slipping his hand downward along her waist, he traced the dip of her toned stomach before hooking his fingers beneath the remnants of her silk gown, stripping the last barrier away and throwing it off the edge of the bed.

The heavy metallic gravity bands on his wrists clinked sharply against the mahogany headboard as he shifted over her, the localized pull only adding to the crushing, dominant weight of his body pressing against hers.

Rosalind reached down, her nails lightly scoring the dense muscles of his lower back, drawing him flush against her heat as her breath hitched in her throat.

"Azriel..." she whimpered softly, her golden eyes hazy with absolute lust.

"Don’t hold back... use all that new power on me..."

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