The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

A low, wicked chuckle vibrated in Rosalind’s throat as she rose above him.

The soft glow of the amber aether lamps bathed her porcelain skin in a warm, ethereal light, highlighting every sleek curve and the slight sheen of perspiration coating her frame.

She shifted gracefully, straddling his waist and placing her hands squarely over his broad chest, her manicured nails digging lightly into his defined pectoral muscles.

"Let’s see if that endurance holds up when I’m the one dictating the pace, handsome," Rosalind purred, her golden eyes flashing with a predatory brilliance that mirrored her mother’s.

Without waiting for his answer, she lifted her hips, aligned his thick, throbbing length against her glistening entrance, and sank down in one single, fluid motion.

"Ahhh...!"

A shuddering gasp tore past her lips as she enveloped him to the hilt once more.

Azriel’s hands instantly shot out to grip her hips, his jaw tightening at the sudden, overwhelming heat clamping around his shaft.

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[Sadistic69] (Red): ROUND THREE AND SHE’S TAKING TOP CONTROL?! WE ARE BEING BLESSED TONIGHT!!

[Star_Gazer_Yuna] (White): Look at her posture! The way her silver hair falls over her shoulders...

[Battle_Maiden_Vera] (White): He’s letting his queen dominate him after working her over twice! The dynamic between them is incredible.

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Ride him, Rosalind!! Show him the Bastati Matriarch power!!!

Rosalind didn’t rush.

She began to roll her hips in a hypnotic, undulating circle, grinding her core directly against him while using her inner muscles to squeeze his shaft in rhythmic, electric pulses.

Azriel’s violet eyes widened, a low groan escaping his chest as he threw his head back against the velvet pillows.

"Rose... damn it..."

"Not so arrogant now, are you?" she teased breathlessly, leaning forward so her heavy, unrestrained breasts brushed against his chest.

She cupped his jaw, her thumb lightly tracing his lower lip before leaning in to claim his mouth in a slow, intoxicating kiss.

Her movements gradually picked up speed, transitioning from lazy, grinding circles into deep, relentless vertical rides.

Every time she lifted herself up and plunged back down, the study filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of their joined bodies.

Azriel’s hands gripped her hips tight, balancing between letting her take complete charge and driving his own hips upward to meet her frantic drops.

Minutes bled together in a haze of raw friction and feverish gasps.

Rosalind’s rhythm grew wilder, her deliberate slow movements dissolving into a frantic, intoxicating ride that ruthlessly exploited every sensitive inch of his length.

She set a relentless pace, using her inner muscles to clamp and milk his pulsing shaft with every downward plunge.

"Not... letting up..." Rosalind gasped, her golden eyes burning with victorious pride as her fingernails scored his chest.

The targeted, relentless sensation of her riding him so masterfully shattered Azriel’s remaining restraint.

Even with his increased endurance, her active control over his body was too absolute. =

His breath hitched, his jaw clenching as his hips involuntarily bucked upward against her heat.

"Fuck, Rose... I’m cumming!" Azriel grunted, his grip on her hips tightening into a white-knuckled vice.

"Yesssss, come inside meee.... baby!!!" Rosalind moaned.

Driven over the precipice by her unyielding dominance, Azriel broke first.

A low, guttural growl ripped from his throat as he erupted deep within her core, flooding her womb with a scalding, heavy volley of his blazing essence.

The sudden, hot wave expanding inside her acted as the ultimate catalyst.

Feeling him completely surrender and fill her to the brim while she reigned supreme over him, shattered Rosalind’s own threshold instantly.

"Ahhhhh—! Azriel!"

Her back arched violently, a high, musical scream echoing through the study as her third orgasm tore through her frame right on the heels of his release.

Her inner walls contracted furiously around his pulsing length, milking every last drop of his essence as she collapsed against his chest, utterly breathless in her victory.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent bedroom, Vesperia lay tangled in her own damp sheets.

Her fingers worked frantically between her thighs, her other hand pinching her hardened, dark nipple as a muffled gasp broke past her lips.

"Fuck... I’m coming again..."

She collapsed back against the pillows, staring up at the dark wooden ceiling as the muffled background noise of wet skin slapping and her daughter’s shameless moans echoed right through the wall.

Vesperia let out a breathy, frustrated sigh, her hand lingering over her wet core.

"I should have carved soundproofing runes when I built this place," she muttered to herself, her golden eyes hazy with unsated heat.

"I thought I’d just keep a light ear out... but damn it, listening to them is too addictive."

A dark, hungry smile touched her lips as she recalled the way Azriel moved, and the authority he wielded over her proud daughter.

"That boy is dangerous," she whispered, her nails digging lightly into her hip.

"I’ve never seen a man who wouldn’t crumble before a woman, yet here he is, completely taming a duchess of the Bastati line and driving her senseless."

She pinched her nipple again, a shiver running down her spine.

"Fuck... I want him."

Vesperia had spent her entire life taking whatever captured her desire.

She mastered the blade because it pleased her, conquered the spear because it entertained her, and took whatever territory she fancied simply because she could.

Her fingers slipped back down, moving in a rapid, relentless rhythm as the sound of the next round starting up in the study vibrated through the floorboards.

"I’m actually starting to crave him," she rasped, her breathing growing ragged.

"This is a first... The Vesperia Van Bastet is actually willing to share something. And with her own daughter, no less..."

Her fingers worked faster and faster, matching the furious pace of the thrusts next door.

Just as Azriel and Rosalind reached their joint peak in a wave of gasps, Vesperia shuddered violently, her own release crashing over her in the dark.

"I am definitely going to claim you, Azriel..."

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A/N:

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