“H-Husband, I was just drunk… I-I really didn’t mean anything at all…” Raven stammered, her voice laced with fear and desperation as she clung to the last thread of hope that Aether wouldn’t be angry.
But the way his ice blue eyes gleamed with a dark, unreadable expression sent shivers down her spine.
Aether didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he made her sit on his lap, forcing her to straddle him, their bodies pressed together. She gulped, feeling the way his hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make her feel trapped—helpless under his control.
Thalia smirked as she watched the scene unfold, her eyes dancing with amusement at Raven’s trembling form.
Aether remained silent, his gaze piercing through her, taking in every little expression on her face—the nervous flicker in her eyes, the way her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t. Then, without warning, he pulled her closer, their chests pressing together, his breath hot against her skin.
“A-Aether?” Raven’s voice was barely above a whisper, her body shivering under his intense, drunken gaze. But then—
“You look so fucking cute~” Aether’s voice was thick with amusement and something else—something darker, more sinful. His fingers lazily reached up, pinching her flushed cheek, his smirk widening as he watched her stunned reaction. His touch was deceptively gentle, but his grip was firm, possessive.
Raven blinked rapidly, her breath hitching in her throat. Thalia, on the other hand, frowned. “Wait! That’s no—” Before she could finish,
Aether’s eyes snapped toward her, turning cold, almost predatory.
Thalia froze.
“Nope… Nothing at all… You can do whatever you want to anyone,” she hurriedly corrected herself, instinctively stepping back, her survival instincts kicking in.
Aether let out a low chuckle before turning back to Raven. His fingers traced slow circles against her waist, his grip tightening just slightly before he murmured, “When you’re drunk, you get so damn cute, my little dragon~” His lips brushed dangerously close to her ear, his warm breath sending electric jolts through her spine.
Raven’s face turned crimson, her hands resting against his chest, but she didn’t push him away.
Thalia clenched her fists, grinding her teeth,
‘This is discrimination!
This is inequality!
This is blatant favoritism!!’
She wanted to scream those words, but she held back—mainly because Aether was still drunk, and secondly… her ass was still stinging from last time.
Aether’s smirk deepened as he watched Raven’s reaction, “Shy now? Where was this cute little shyness when you were grinding that tight ass against my cock, huh?” he whispered, his voice dripping with sensual amusement. His breath was hot, tinged with the lingering scent of alcohol, his tone husky, teasing.
Raven gasped, her fingers curling against his clothes, her cheeks burning under his shameless words… She wanted to say something, to deny it but… she couldn’t!!
Aether chuckled, clearly enjoying her embarrassed state. His gaze then flickered to Maelona, who had turned completely red, her wide eyes darting away as if she wished she hadn’t heard any of that.
“Get the bottle,” Aether commanded, his voice deep, authoritative.
Maelona hesitated for a moment, but the sharp glint in his eyes made her move instantly. She quickly grabbed the old bottle of alcohol, which was the cause of the problem, her hands trembling slightly as she hesitantly extended it toward him.
Aether watched her reaction with amusement, then suddenly—
“!!”
He caught her wrist with swift ease, pulling her closer, his fingers wrapping around her hand in a firm but teasing grip. His lips curled into a sly smirk as he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a low, seductive whisper, “Relax… I’m not going to eat you, okay~?”
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Maelona’s cheeks darkened even further as she pulled away quickly, slipping behind her daughter like a frightened cat.
“Haha…” Aether chuckled, shaking his head at her reaction before turning his attention back to Raven.
She was blinking at him, confusion swirling in her wide eyes.
With an easy motion, Aether corked the bottle open with his teeth, the sound of the cork popping echoing through the room. He swirled the bottle slightly, his eyes locked onto Raven’s as he spoke in a low, teasing drawl, “You wanted me to drink it, right?”
Raven swallowed hard. A strange, unsettling anticipation curled in her stomach. “W-Well, it’s not like I’m for—”
Trrrrrrr!
“!!!”
The sharp rip of fabric echoed through the air.
Gasps filled the room as Aether suddenly tore open Raven’s upper garment, the flimsy material shredding like paper under his hands, exposing the smooth expanse of her skin. Her white bra clung tightly to her, the deep cleavage on full display, the rise and fall of her breath making the curves more pronounced.
Aether’s heated gaze raked over her form, drinking in the sight with a satisfied smirk. “Hmm… good,” he muttered as if calculating something in his drunken haze.
Then, his expression darkened with a mixture of amusement and hunger.
“Clench your boobs,” he ordered, his voice thick, commanding.
Raven’s breath hitched, her insides twisting with nervous anticipation. Her fingers hesitated before moving to press against her own chest, squeezing her soft flesh together, deepening the cleavage further.
Then—
Dripp… Dripp…
Aether tilted the bottle, slowly pouring the dark liquid onto her shoulder.
The dark liquid cascaded down her bare shoulder in glistening trails, flowing like molten sin over her flushed skin.
A few stray drops splashed onto her collarbone before the rest slithered downward, tracing the delicate dip of her clavicle before sliding along the slope of her breast.
Raven shivered, her breath hitching at the cool sensation, contrasting against the warmth of her flushed body.
The liquor followed the natural curves of her chest, seeping between the mounds of her breasts, forming a small pool within the deep valley of her cleavage.
Her damp skin shimmered under the dim lighting, every bead of liquid glistening, catching the eyes of everyone watching.
Aether’s smirk widened as he took in the sight before him—Raven, flushed and panting, her ample curves glistening with dark liquor, her skin damp and slightly sticky, her breath shallow.
His thumb trailed up, spreading the alcohol, smearing it over the upper swell of her breast in slow, lazy circles.
“Messy, aren’t you, my little dragon?” he chuckled, his deep, drunken voice thick with amusement and something darker—something raw and hungry.
Raven whimpered softly, her fingers gripping the fabric of her torn garment.
Aether exhaled deeply, his warm breath fanning against her damp skin as he finally lowered himself.
His lips hovered just above her shoulder.
Then—
Lick~
His tongue flicked out, catching a droplet before it could roll down any further.
A sharp, wet sound filled the air as he licked, slow and deliberate, tracing the path the liquor had taken. His mouth was hot against her skin, his tongue sliding along her shoulder, savoring the bitter burn of alcohol mixed with the natural sweetness of her flesh.
He exhaled softly, his breath warm and damp, sending a shudder through Raven’s entire body.
Then, he moved lower.
His lips pressed against her collarbone, open-mouthed and wet, trailing kisses along the delicate dip before his tongue flicked over the pooled liquor, collecting every last drop. He sucked lightly, his lips lingering as if to imprint his presence there.
“~hmm~” Raven whimpered again, her fingers tightening against his chest.
Aether’s grip on her waist tightened in response, his smirk returning as he felt her body tremble against him.
His mouth descended further.
Aether licked his lips, then dipped his head, his hot mouth pressing against the soft flesh, tracing over the damp skin.
He kissed.
He licked.
His tongue moved in slow, languid strokes, savoring every drop of alcohol that had dared to stain her skin. His lips traveled lower, teasing along the edges of her cleavage, his mouth sinking into the warm valley between her breasts.
The wet sounds of his slow sipping filled the heavy silence, each sensual flick of his tongue making Raven tremble.
Aether groaned lowly, the taste intoxicating—not just the liquor, but her, her scent, her heat, the way her body reacted under his touch.
“Sweet,” he murmured against her skin, his voice husky, filled with heat. “You taste better than any damn drink I’ve ever had.”
His teeth scraped lightly over her damp skin before his lips sealed around the center of her cleavage, sucking gently, teasingly.
“~hmm~” Raven bit her lip, her body betraying her as heat pooled in her core, her thighs twitching slightly at the way his touch sent jolts of arousal straight to her most sensitive places.
His lips brushed against the upper swell of her breast, just above the edge of her bra, his tongue flicking out to lap up the lingering droplets of alcohol. The sharp, wet sound filled the silence, his tongue moving in slow, languid strokes, savoring every drop that clung to her trembling skin.
Raven gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Then, he pressed a kiss directly onto the curve of her breast, his lips parting slightly, sucking gently, teasingly, before letting his tongue slip out to trace over the damp fabric of her bra.
“mm~” Raven gasped again, her thighs pressing together, a whimper escaping her lips as heat coiled in her stomach, burning hotter with every sinful lick, every teasing kiss.
Aether’s smirk widened.
“Look at you,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick, husky, laced with drunken amusement. “So fucking sensitive, aren’t you?”
His fingers slid higher, reaching the lace of her bra. He brushed against the damp fabric, feeling the hardened peaks beneath, her nipples already stiff, straining against the thin material.
Raven shuddered, her breath shaky.
Aether grinned wickedly.
Then—
He pinched.
“Nggggg!!!!”
A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her as his fingers found her nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingertips, teasing, squeezing, sending electric pulses straight to her core.
Raven gasped loudly, her back arching slightly as her entire body trembled under his touch. Her hands fisted into his clothes, clinging onto him for support as waves of heat crashed over her.
“A-Aether—!”
But he didn’t stop.
His fingers continued their slow, torturous teasing, pinching and rolling her nipple through the soaked lace, while his mouth remained latched onto her skin, sucking harder, licking deeper, tasting the mixture of liquor and her body’s natural sweetness.
Raven’s thighs clenched, her body quivering, her breath coming in desperate, shaky gasps. The pleasure was overwhelming, intoxicating, the way his fingers toyed with her, the way his mouth devoured her—
She felt it.
That tight coil in her stomach, winding, twisting, burning hotter, hotter—
Her hips jerked slightly, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
Aether felt it too.
He could feel the way her body tensed, the way her breath hitched, the way her thighs pressed together as if trying to contain the overwhelming sensation flooding through her.
His smirk deepened.
He pinched harder.
“Nffff!!”
Then—he sucked.
“mmm~”
A sharp, wet pull as his lips sealed around her cleavage, his tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh, his fingers rolling her nipple at the same time, pushing her right to the edge—
“Ahhh—!”
Raven’s body tensed violently, her thighs trembling, her breath catching as the pleasure crashed over her in a dizzying wave.
She almost came… no! She came a little!
Her body convulsed, her chest heaving, her nails digging into Aether’s shoulders as she struggled to keep herself from completely unraveling right there in his lap.
Aether grinned against her skin, pressing one last lingering, wet kiss to her cleavage before pulling back slightly, his eyes filled with dark satisfaction.
“That close already, my little dragon?” he murmured, his thumb flicking lazily over her stiff nipple one last time before pulling away completely.
Raven shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body still trembling from the near-orgasmic high.
Aether chuckled, clearly pleased with himself…. With a smug smirk, he effortlessly lifted her, his hands gripping her waist firmly before setting her down on another chair. Her legs felt weak, her body still pulsing with lingering pleasure, and she had to grip the armrests just to steady herself.
Aether straightened up,
“Now…” His voice was low, husky, laced with wicked amusement and something far more dangerous. “The next one.”
The group stiffened, frozen in place.
For a moment, they had been so captivated—so hypnotized by the sinful display unfolding before them—that they had completely forgotten to breathe.
Then—
“!!!”
Everyone flinched in fucking fear.
Even Thalia, who was still wincing from the lingering pain on her ass, found herself momentarily frozen, completely taken aback by how Aether had just cradled Raven with such teasing tenderness. Her lips parted in disbelief, an irritated twitch forming at the corner of her mouth.
‘The hell?!’ she thought, gritting her teeth. ‘Why does she get all the sweet treatment?! He fucking wrecked me, but her? She’s practically being worshiped! Just because I messed up, does that mean I don’t deserve even a little softness?!’
Aether’s eyes hazy and filled with wild hunger, lazily scanned the room, searching for his next prey.
Instantly—
Maelona, without hesitation, ducked behind her daughter like a frightened kitten.
Aether’s lips curled.
His gaze flicked toward Aria.
She stiffened. A slow, nervous gulp traveled down her throat when she realized he was looking at her.
No—staring at her.
His gaze lingered just a second too long.
Then—
“Liora.”
Aether’s voice was thick, low, and dangerously smooth as he finally called a name.
Liora blinked.
Then—
She fucking jumped onto him.