The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

The soft, scorching press of her lips sent a jolt of electric heat straight down Azriel’s spine, but he kept his composure, meeting her gaze with steady poise.

Vesperia pulled back just an inch. Looking down into her face, he saw the molten gold of her eyes gleaming with unfiltered, breathless satisfaction beneath the vivid flush warming her cheeks.

"You actually did it," he murmured.

"Yeah... I did."

"Remember that," Azriel whispered, leaning slightly closer until his breath grazed her skin. "You made the first move."

Vesperia held his gaze, though her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths.

It had been centuries since she had kissed anyone, and now, here she was, entangled with the very man who held her daughter’s heart.

Her late husband had reached the Master stage, extending his years to the natural limit of that realm, but without the exceptional talent required to break through into the Grandmaster realm, his lifespan had eventually run its course.

For centuries, the cold reality of cultivation had left her detached, yet standing in front of this young panther, every memory of the past seemed to dissolve into background noise.

Azriel lifted a hand, his calloused fingers gently cradling her warm, flushed cheek.

"How did I taste?" he asked softly, a dangerous, velvet edge to his voice.

Vesperia smiled, her heart hammering against her ribs as she leaned subtly into his touch. "I couldn’t quite tell. I think I need another taste to be sure."

Azriel smiled. He leaned down, first pressing a firm, lingering peck against her mouth before deepening the contact.

As his tongue traced the seam of her lips, she instinctively parted them with a soft, helpless gasp.

The moment their breaths mingled, a burst of intoxicating flavor flooded her senses, sweet, celestial, and richer than the finest spirit elixirs across the realms, a potent manifestation of his innate Ambrosia trait.

Vesperia’s composure unraveled completely.

Reaching up, her manicured claws tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck as she kissed him back with ravenous, unbridled hunger, their tongues entwining in a heated, breathless rhythm that left no room between them.

The humid cavern air seemed to evaporate around them, replaced by the suffocating heat radiating between their bodies.

Vesperia pressed herself impossibly closer, her claws clutching the back of Azriel’s neck with possessive, desperate force.

A soft, breathless whimper vibrated deep in her throat, a sound the terrifying ancestor of the Bastati had never uttered before, as the intoxicating, spirit-numbing taste of his Ambrosia trait melted centuries of emotional isolation down to ash.

After several heated minutes, they finally parted.

Azriel drew in a ragged breath, his chest heaving, while Vesperia stared up at his mouth with glazed, hungry eyes, slowly dragging the tip of her tongue across her lower lip.

Her arms remained wrapped securely around his neck, keeping their bodies flush against one another.

Azriel looked down into her flushed face.

His hand slid slowly down from the nape of her neck, tracing the arch of her spine past her slender waist before resting firmly against her full, leather-clad rear.

He gave it an unapologetic, possessive squeeze, the supple flesh yielding beneath his grip.

A faint smirk touched his lips as the heavy, rhythmic tremors of approaching footsteps vibrated through the stone beneath their feet.

"The Alpha is coming," he whispered.

"Mmh..." Vesperia hummed, not moving an inch.

"How about we continue after I deal with it?"

Vesperia’s golden eyes flickered with a lazy, wicked smile.

"I could just turn it into paste with a flick of my finger, and we wouldn’t have to stop."

"And rob me of all that juicy XP? Not a chance."

"I could always break its limbs and leave it pinned," she purred, tracing a claw lightly down the side of his neck.

"You can execute it after we finish what we started."

"I don’t like leaving business on hold."

"Aren’t you leaving this on hold right now?" she teased, arching a brow.

"What was I doing first?" Azriel countered with a knowing grin.

Vesperia let out a soft, defeated chuckle.

Conceding the point, she reluctantly uncoiled her arms from around him and stepped back, letting a breath of cool cavern air settle between them.

Azriel snapped the crescent sickle back onto its chain link with a sharp, metallic click.

Spinning the heavy iron fundo in a slow, ready arc, he turned his violet gaze upstream toward the deafening roar tearing through the darkness.

[LIVE CHAT]

[Sadistic69] (Red): BRO LITERALLY PAUSED A MATRIARCH SEDUCTION TO GO FARM MOB EXPERIENCE! ABSOLUTE GIGACHAD BEHAVIOR!

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): I AM SCREAMINGGGGG, the way she whimpered?! The way he squeezed her?! My soul is levitating!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): The Ambrosia trait is terrifyingly lethal... she looked completely intoxicated

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): Priority 1: Level 7 grindset. Priority 2: MILF cultivation. Boy knows the grind never stops.

BOOOOOOM—!

The jagged rock archway fifty paces upstream shattered into a shower of pulverized stone.

Crashing through the dense, glowing fern canopy, the Corrupted Timber-Wolf Alpha bounded onto the wide shelf of slick river rock.

It was colossal, standing over four meters tall at the shoulder, its massive, armored frame draped in matted charcoal fur that bristled with razor-sharp calcified spines.

Thick veins of boiling emerald miasma pulsed along its ribbed flanks, dripping sizzling corrosive sludge onto the stone with every heavy, earth-shaking step.

[BOSS DETECTED: Corrupted Timber-Wolf Alpha (E-Rank)]

[Level: 7]

[HP: 1,200 / 1,200]

Flanking the behemoth were four veteran scouts, their eyes blazing with rabid, green fury as they fanned out in a wide arc, effectively cutting off Azriel’s retreat toward the narrow canyon walls.

High above, Vesperia leaped soundlessly onto an overhanging willow branch.

Resting her chin lazily against her palm, her golden pupils narrowed with intense, possessive fascination.

The lingering taste of his Ambrosia trait still buzzed like liquid lightning across her tongue.

"Don’t take too long, Az~" she called down softly, her husky voice carrying effortlessly through the cavern’s humid air.

"My patience doesn’t last forever."

"Five minutes," Azriel murmured, his violet eyes locking onto the Alpha’s blood-red pupils.