Chapter 84: Say I Belong to You
The click of the heavy doors reverberated softly through the grand chamber, shutting out the rest of the world.
Rosalind didn’t care that her mother had just left, nor did she care about the impending storm of Sovereign-level threats brewing outside her territory.
In this moment, her entire world narrowed down to the man beneath her.
Her silver hair fell in a shimmering, untamed veil around Azriel’s face, her golden eyes burning with an intense storm of raw passion, fierce possessiveness, and profound, aching relief.
She pinned his wrists tightly to the mattress, her body trembling as her hips ground down against his with an urgent, almost desperate friction, as if trying to anchor his very soul to hers.
"Azriel..." she whimpered against his lips, her feline ears twitching as a low, helpless purr rumbled deep within her chest.
"Say it... Please, say you belong to me. Even if you go to that academy... even if you stand beside Eleanor... tell me I am your woman! Your first woman!"
A tear glimmered at the corner of her golden eye, her voice cracking under the weight of her raw vulnerability.
"I know... I know there will be other women who will fall for you, and you might grow fond of them too... I won’t stop you, but... just never forget who was your first. Promise me you’ll never leave my heart behind..."
Azriel’s chest heaved as his violet eyes darkened into something intensely primal, flooded with an overwhelming surge of affection and raw desire.
Reaching up, he broke her grip on his wrists and wrapped his powerful arms tightly around her narrow waist, flipping their positions in a single, fluid motion until he was hovering over her, trapping her beneath his warmth.
"You don’t ever have to doubt it, Rose," Azriel growled huskily, his fingers digging possessively into her soft, bare hips as he looked down into her tear-shimmering eyes.
"No matter where I go, or how many high-born matriarchs try to claim me, you were the first. You defined everything for me. You are mine, and I am yours, forever."
He brought his lips down onto hers in a bruising, possessive kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth without mercy.
Rosalind let out a muffled, ecstatic gasp, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as she surrendered every shred of her GrandMaster pride to him once more.
[LIVE CHAT]
[Sadistic69] (Red): ROUND TWO IN THE MORNING?! HE IS UNSTOPPABLE!
[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): Look at how needy the Duchess is! She literally needed that reassurance! My heart is melting!
[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): The devotion between them is everything.
[Abyssal_Empress] (Golden): THE TEAR IN HER EYE?! Rose is literally a GrandMaster Duchess who could wipe out a country, but she’s crying just to make sure she’s his #1 forever!
Hours passed in a sweet, feverish haze before they finally allowed themselves to rest.
By the time late afternoon rolled around, high-tier magical lamps illuminated the suite in a warm, ambient radiance.
Azriel leaned back against the plush cushions of a luxurious white sofa, dressed casually in a clean white t-shirt and loose, oversized blue jeans.
His violet eyes swept across the floating System interface hovering in front of him, reviewing the metrics with a faint, satisfied smirk.
The stream metrics were off the charts.
[Broadcast Summary]
Peak Concurrent Viewers: 49,907 Deities
Total Stream Duration: 30 Hours 47 Minutes
Revenue Breakdown:
Divine Gifts & Tips: 58,500 Karma Points (KP)
Notable Contributors: [I_Love_Leaf], [Moon_Priestess_99], [Abyssal_Empress]
New Memberships: 3452 Users × 10 KP = 34520 Karma Points (KP)
Total Revenue: 93020 Karma Points
[Platform Deductions]
AURELIAS Network Share (55%): 51,161 KP
Net Creator Payout (45%): 41,859 KP
[System Wallet Balance Updated: 66,752 KP]
Azriel let out a soft chuckle as he stared at the staggering numbers.
His Karma Point balance had completely recovered from his recent spending on the Ambrosia, all funded in a single, marathon broadcast by the voyeuristic divine entities who had tuned in for the raw drama, passion, and taboo thrills.
It was a hilarious transformation.
When he first launched his channel, these high-and-mighty goddesses had recoiled in outrage at his channel’s name, raining down holy curses whenever he casually called them bitches.
But now?
Rosalind’s complete submission, paired with the scandalous reveal of him partnering with her adopted daughter, had triggered a massive wave of dark, addictive thrill among his audience.
They weren’t cursing him anymore.
In fact, many of these elite divine entities had turned into full-fledged, dedicated fans, openly embracing the label and casually referring to themselves as his bitches in the chat.
Within the confines of his stream room, the mindsets of these supreme cosmic matriarchs were quietly being broken and rewritten.
They were in the subtle first phase of that shift, comfortably convincing themselves that it was just a stream, that all of this was merely guilt-free entertainment to be enjoyed, and that none of it should be taken too seriously.
Azriel smirked, closing the interface just as the soft sound of running water ceased.
Rosalind emerged from the adjoining bath, draped in an elegant, crimson silk robe that clung effortlessly to her killer curves.
Her damp, silver-white hair cascaded down her bare back, her porcelain skin still radiating a warm, post-passion glow.
Walking over to her grand, carved wardrobe, she selected her formal attire—a sharp navy blue suit jacket paired with a sleek, matching pencil skirt that accentuated her tall, killer silhouette.
Once dressed, she walked back over to Azriel and took a seat directly in front of him.
The fierce, guarded edge she usually wore was gone, replaced by a deep sense of relief and love as her golden eyes rested on the man before her.
A soft, confident smile touched her lips.
"Eleanor will be returning in a month, which aligns perfectly with the start of the Ancient Beast Academy’s entrance exams."
She leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on her knees. "Eleanor’s passing is a foregone conclusion, her talent guarantees it, which leaves only you. So, here is exactly what you are going to be doing for the next month."
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