Chapter 151: The Ultimate Taboo [4] [R18]

Azriel didn't ease his momentum. Even as Rosalind's body went slack and trembled from the aftershocks of her release, he drove his hips forward with relentless, heavy power.

Smack. Squelch. Smack.

His pelvis hammered against her bruised, flushed ass, the friction churning her copious slick into a white froth around the seam.

With five final, deep thrusts that bottomed out against the very root of her womb, Azriel threw his head back, his jaw clenching as a guttural roar tore from his chest.

His release broke in boiling, violent pulses.

Thick waves of seed erupted deep inside Rosalind's twitching core, flooding her passages and drawing muffled, dazed whimpers from her slack lips.

He held himself deep inside her for several heavy heartbeats, letting the contractions subside before slowly pulling out with a wet, heavy suction.

A thick trickle of white and clear fluid immediately seeped from her parted folds, glistening against the indigo silk.

Vesperia exhaled a ragged breath, her golden slit-pupils burning with raw, unmasked hunger.

Crawling forward on the bed, her plush breasts swaying in the sheer lace, she reached for his slick shaft.

"Now it's my turn, daddy," the Matriarch purred, her voice low, demanding, and rough with anticipation.

Before her fingers could brush his steel length, a hand darted out.

Rosalind, miraculously surging with sudden, feral vitality, shoved herself up from the mattress.

Her eyes were glazed with manic possessiveness, silver hair spilling wild over her flushed face.

"No," Rosalind gasped out, lunging forward.

Her slender hands caught Azriel's broad shoulders, using all her ducal strength to shove his massive frame flat onto his back against the star wood bed.

Before either of them could utter a word, Rosalind spun around and swung a leg over his hips.

Positioning herself in a reverse cowgirl, her back turned to his face and her magnificent, round ass presented straight to him, she lined her dripping core over the weeping crown of his still rock hard cock.

She dropped her hips in one single, breathtaking plunge.

"Ahhhnnn!"

A loud, piercing moan ripped from Rosalind's throat as the thick iron impaled her completely, burying him straight back to the hilt.

Without pausing for breath, her hands planted firmly on his muscular thighs, and she began to ride him with frantic, desperate energy, her hips rolling and slamming down onto his pelvis.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The wet collision of her bouncing ass against his groin echoed off the high sandstone ceiling.

Vesperia froze, staring in sheer disbelief at the wild, unhinged look in her daughter's eyes.

"Baby," Vesperia protested, her white feline ears pinning back in genuine frustration, "it was my turn! We are SHARING HIM!!!"

Rosalind threw her head back, her ivory spine curving into a wicked, breathless arch that forced his girth deeper into her core.

Rosalind cast a triumphant, teasing smirk back over her bare shoulder, her hips never slowing their furious bounce.

"Next time, Old Hag."

"You little ungrateful brat..." Vesperia hissed, her fangs baring as her manicured claws dug vicious furrows into the indigo silk sheets.

Azriel let out a booming, resonant laugh, the deep vibrations rolling through the mattress beneath them. Reaching out, he drew his palm back and brought it down with a vicious, resounding CRACK against the plush curve of Rosalind's jiggling ass cheek.

The pale flesh rippled violently, a fiery crimson handprint blooming across the skin.

"Bad girl," Azriel growled, his voice thick with raw authority. "Say sorry to your mother."

"Ah.... fuck! S- sorry, Mother!" Rosalind gasped out, the sharp sting sending a jolt straight to her core that clamped her inner walls around his shaft like an iron vise, only driving her to hammer down harder.

A slow, intoxicating smile spread across Vesperia's face.

To see her daughter, a Duchess known across the empire for her untouchable arrogance, instantly humbled and obedient under the command of the very Man she herself served... it set the Matriarch's blood ablaze with profound lust and dark affection.

Azriel turned his gaze toward the elder sovereign, violet eyes glinting with amusement.

"Vesperia. Come here."

The Matriarch crawled forward on all fours, her plush lower lip thrust out in an exaggerated pout while her long white tail lashed the sheets in tight, impatient whips.

But the second her ivory palms pressed against the hard planes of his scarred chest, Azriel's lips curled into a predatory grin.

"Sit on my face."

Across the mental feed, the exclusive chat interface detonated into absolute pandemonium, blinding cascades of gold flooding his peripheral vision.

[LIVE CHAT]

[Sadistic69] (Red): HE SAID SIT ON MY FACE AND HER POUT DISAPPEARED INSTANTLY! HAHAHA!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): The mother on his mouth, the daughter riding his cock... this is so damn sexy...

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): Look at the sheer size of Vesperia's ass... that Overlord-tier curve is going to smother him completely!

[Moon_Priestess] (Cyan): Where do I fill the form to sit on that beautiful face...?

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): Umm... this is too much... You are a holy priestess... though we all know you're the President of his Fan Club... you're still a priestess!

[Moon_Priestess] (Cyan): Hmph... I still want to sit on his face. Don't act pure, Klara. Do you not want to?

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): I mean... I would... obviously... if I got the chance...

[Moon_Priestess] (Cyan): Now look who's talking, hypocrite!

[Crimson_Fury] (White): To what pathetic depths have these so-called sovereigns fallen... because of a single man. Disgraceful. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): SHUT UP, CRIMSON BITCH!

[Moon_Priestess] (Cyan): SHUT UP, CRIMSON BITCH!

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): You are the biggest hypocrite in the entire realm. You claim to despise him, you sneer at everything he does, yet here you are glued to an exclusive broadcast with your eyes wide open! If it offends your delicate sensibilities, why the hell are you still watching?!

The channel fell silent on that front, Crimson_Fury didn't offer a single word in reply, their name lingering quietly at the top of the active viewer roster, silently drinking in every shameful second.

Below the barrage of chat pings, the reality on the bed was reaching an unbearable fever pitch.

Without a shred of hesitation, Vesperia shifted around, planting her knees on either side of his head.

As she rose and pivoted, the sheer, staggering magnificence of her lower half filled his vision.

Decades of sovereign power and apex physical conditioning had sculpted her rear into a masterwork of decadent sin, colossal, perfectly rounded, and possessing a heavy, plush weight that swayed with intoxicating momentum.

The ripped remnants of sheer white lace clung helplessly around the massive, flared swell of her hips, framing an ass so wide and yielding it cast a literal shadow over his chest.

Lowering herself slowly, the thick, pillowy cushions of her ass cheeks spread wide across his cheekbones and jaw.

Her swollen, dripping core descended directly over his mouth, weeping a scalding, fragrant musk that coated his lips before they even connected.

She locked her burning golden eyes with his glowing violet gaze, descending until the plump, fat lips of her pussy pressed flush against his mouth.

A wicked smirk played on her lips. "Drink every drop, daddy. Make me beg."

The moment her entrance sealed over his lips, Azriel parted them and drove his tongue flat, broad, and mercilessly deep into her slick crevice.

"Ohhh— ahhh!"

A shattered, guttural cry tore from Vesperia's throat.

Her spine arched violently, her massive ass grinding down against his face with desperate, crushing friction as she buried both hands into his thick, mane like black hair.

"Yes.... right there, daddy! Fuck, use that tongue!"

Down below, Rosalind wasn't about to be outdone.

Seeing her mother fully engaged, the Duchess threw her head back, her back bending like a drawn recurve bow as her slender hands braced hard against Azriel's scarred kneecaps.

"Look at me, Azriel!" Rosalind panted, her voice cracking with sweet, manic possessiveness.

"Feel how tight I am around you!"

Her own flared hips rose up until only the broad crown remained inside her, before she slammed back down with brutal, punishing momentum.

SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP!

Rosalind's plush cheeks rippled violently with every rapid downward bounce, the heavy impact of her ass slamming against his pelvis sending shockwaves through the mattress.

The tight, heated suction of her inner walls milked his vein ridged length, pulling him straight into her core while her white tail whipped through the air in erratic, ecstatic loops.

Azriel didn't hold back.

His large, calloused hands clamped onto the flared sides of Rosalind's hips, digging into her yielding skin and violently yanking her down into his groin, dictating a furious, hip shattering tempo that drew high, breathless sobs from the Duchess.

"Ride it harder, Rose," Azriel's muffled growl vibrated directly into Vesperia's wet folds, his tone dark and commanding.

"Take every inch like a good girl."

"I am... aaaaah! I'm taking all of it, daddy, it's touching my womb!" Rosalind sobbed out, tears of overwhelming pleasure clinging to her lashes as her hips hammered down in frantic abandon.