Liora didn’t even hesitate as she dropped herself onto his lap, her luscious thighs pressing firmly against him.
Her soft tail swayed quickly with anticipation, almost wagging like an excited pup.
The last one (Raven) had left a wonderful, addictive sensation in the atmosphere… and now, her previous fears had completely vanished—replaced with a ravenous hunger sparkling in her eyes.
It’s not like Liora did something wrong like Thalai, right?
So, there was no reason for her to worry anymore.
Not now… Not when her mate was this close and horny like her~
Aether chuckled as his hands slid around her waist. His grip was tight, firm, and shamelessly possessive.
“Someone’s burning with impatience, huh?” he mused, his voice thick with amusement and laced with a heavy, intoxicating desire. He adjusted her against his lap with a teasing roll of his hips, his drunken gaze zeroed in on her face… he tilted his head again and again, his eyes lazily roaming across her features like he was admiring a masterpiece.
Liora blinked slowly, her heart fluttering.
Why was he staring at her like that?
Her husband’s eyes were locked onto her, intense, heavy, and filled with something so carnal that even those watching nearby began to feel the weight of it.
Aether leaned in closer, his breath warm and slow as it brushed against her skin. His nose rubbed against hers in a soft, sensual nuzzle. He ruffled her hair with a gentleness that contrasted with the sly, lustful smirk on his lips,
“You really think about me that much, huh? Good Man… Good Husband… and Good Father?” he whispered lowly, his tone husky and full of heat, as if her innocent words from earlier had been echoing in his mind ever since.
He remembered every syllable, every whisper from the bottom of her heart.
Liora’s cheeks flamed bright red, her skin tingling with embarrassment. Her face itched and burned as she remembered what she had said before. “W-Well…” she mumbled shyly, her voice trembling. She had already said such embarrassing things, and now having to face them again—right before her beloved—made her squirm even more. Her lips trembled, eyes flickering to his in flustered defiance.
“Come on now…” she tried to deflect, but her voice turned into a husky whisper, her wolf ears fluttering down timidly, her shyness making her all the more alluring.
Aether chuckled again, before he lifted her chin with two fingers. He stared into her multicoloured eyes, those dazzling, hypnotic gems. “Damn… those eyes…” he muttered with a growl of possession, his pupils dilated, drunk not just from alcohol, but from her—her scent, her heat, her curves.
Then he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on her eyelids.
“~chu~”
“~chu~”
He didn’t stop.
He began a slow, sensual descent—kissing down her face with maddening care. He kissed the tip of her nose, then the apples of her flushed cheeks.
He pressed his lips to the center of her nose, then to her upper lip—just barely grazing it. Then, a soft kiss under her chin.
And then… he paused. He licked his lips slowly, savoring the moment, before finally leaning in and crashing his lips against hers with heated intensity.
He kissed her sweet, hungry lips—like he was starving and she was his only salvation.
“~hmm~”
A soft, needy hum echoed through the tense and silent room. Their lips molded into each other, and Aether’s kiss deepened—his tongue parting her lips as if demanding entry.
Everyone in the room instantly averted their eyes. Even Maelona, who had seen far worse, couldn’t handle the sheer erotic tension of this moment. Her cheeks burned scarlet as she turned away in embarrassment.
Slurrpp~
“~mm~”
The sound of kissing became wet, lewd, and hungry—each smack of their lips, each flick of tongue echoed louder. Aether’s hands roamed over her back, his palm sliding under her shirt, his fingers kneading her soft, warm skin. Then his hand dipped lower, firmly gripping her ass with both hands, squeezing her plump curves tightly, possessively. He pulled her even closer, grinding her against his growing hardness.
Their kiss turned into a frenzy—tongues dancing, teeth biting softly, lips sucking. Wet sounds of saliva clung between them, dripping from their lips like honey, stringing in thin lines as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Everyone else in the room seemed to freeze, unable to look yet unable to move. The sheer passion rolling off the couple made the air thick with heat and tension.
Aether finally pulled away—just barely. A long, sticky string of saliva connected their lips, glistening between them.
“~ha~”
“~ha~”
Liora panted, her chest rising and falling. Her breaths were shaky and shallow, as if that kiss had knocked the wind out of her.
Aether was drunk—completely drunk—And Liora… when she kissed him like that, she felt it too. That dizzy, intoxicating warmth that made her knees weak and her thoughts clouded.
Her cheeks were glowing red, her eyes foggy with lust.
Aether grinned lazily, “My cute little wolf… you’re mine…” he whispered, his fingers running through her hair and stroking her wolf ears softly, affectionately… almost as if petting a treasure he never wanted to give up.
Liora trembled at his touch. Her body shuddered, her core heated up in a flash. “H-Husband…” she gasped, her voice trembling as her hand slid down and pressed against his crotch, feeling his thick cock twitch beneath the fabric.
She was starving for it—desperate and needy—as her eyes stared into his with a hunger that made Aether throb harder under her touch.
Aether chuckled darkly, that low sexy laugh, and leaned in to whisper against her furry ear, “You want it, don’t you~?”
Liora didn’t even hesitate. She nodded rapidly, like a woodpecker.
It had been too long since she had tasted Aether’s thick, addictive nectar… And knowing that Maelona had indulged more than her only made her more desperate, more possessive.
“But everyone is here, darling~” Aether teased, a sly grin playing on his lips as he glanced at the others in the room—each of them blushing and lowering their gaze, pretending not to hear or see.
It was obvious… Aether didn’t feel shame.
Not at all!
Maybe he was becoming shameless?
Because… He wasn’t even asking for himself, that’s for sure!
He was being polite—for their sake. His aura, like other dragons, was slowly shifting toward utter shamelessness… something primal, dominant, and undeniably sexy was growing in him~
Liora pouted, crossing her arms under her chest and pushing her soft breasts up. “So what…? Everyone here has already drunk yours,” she said bluntly, throwing a sultry glance at the group. “Aren’t you guys?”
Everyone shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet her gaze.
“See?” Liora smirked, her lips curving with triumphant confidence.
Aether looked around, slowly surveying the room. Aside from his precious girls, the room was empty.
No outsiders.
No one else.
Just his beloveds. Except… His gaze lingered a bit longer… and then locked onto Maelona.
Maelona suddenly flinched when she noticed his eyes on her. Her body stiffened, her face flushed deep red as she quickly looked down, like a frightened kitten caught in a stare too intense to bear.
Just then,
“Pretty please~” Liora whispered, her voice soft and pleading like a little pup about to be abandoned. Her tail drooped low in fear, curling inward with a sense of loss, and her fluffy ears folded down helplessly.
Seeing her like that, Aether couldn’t help but chuckle darkly. A sly smirk curled on his lips as his hand moved down and pinched her soft ass without mercy.
“Ouch!” she squeaked.
“Don’t think that little act is going to work on me,” Aether replied with an amused growl. But even as he teased her, there was affection behind his voice, and
“Everyone turn around.”
His tone dropped into a commanding growl—no nonsense, no playfulness.
Everyone in the room blinked in surprise but didn’t immediately follow his order.
Aether shrugged with a cold grin, tilting his head just slightly as his eyes darkened. “If you want to watch… be my guest. But I promise, I’ll make sure you suffer for it—just like that~” he said with a wicked grin that sent chills down their spines as his eyes scanned over each one of them slowly, deliberately.
Every one of them flinched.
And they turned away.
Maelona was the first to obey, her shoulders stiffening as she faced the wall with a flushed face.
Then suddenly,
/I’ll let you off the hook… for now/
Maelona flinched as Aether’s deep voice echoed through her mind—Her throat tightened. She understood immediately.
The only reason Aether was having the others turn around… was because she was there. If not, he wouldn’t have cared—he would’ve taken Liora right there and shown them all how it was done.
But that ‘for now’…
‘For now…? What does he mean by that?’ Maelona thought, fear beginning to rise inside her chest. Her face paled as her heart beat faster, her mind spiraling with uncertainty.
She glanced at her daughter, who stood nearby—cheeks burning crimson, unable to believe her Aether would be so bold, so brazen, ‘My lovely Aether… turned to master! All because that damn bitch!!’ she gritted and galred at Thalia who instantly averted as if she knew what Aria was thinking.
Aria snorted before focusing on her mother, who was trembling in fear.
Aria leaned closer to her mother, whispering quickly and quietly, “I’ll help you leave… okay?” Her voice trembled with worry, clearly concerned that her mother had been pulled unwillingly into something far too intense.
Everyone else here was Aether’s beloved, so it was fine… but Maelona—
“A-Aether… maybe Mother shou—” Aria started, her voice soft, uncertain.
“If she wants to go… she can leave,” Aether cut her off, his tone blunt, almost detached.
Both Aria and Maelona let out a small sigh of relief… but then,
“Once she walks out… there’s no turning back.”
His voice dropped to a low, final tone—one that vibrated with absolute authority and quiet menace. His words echoed in the air like judgment, like a door slowly closing with no promise of ever opening again.
Maelona flinched. Her heart trembled at those words… words that shook her to her core. They clung to her like chains.
Aria turned her eyes to her mother, a worried frown forming between her brows. Something felt off—terribly off.
Her mother’s shoulders were trembling slightly…. in fear?
“M-Mom?” Aria asked quietly, her voice hesitant.
Maelona wanted to move. Her mind screamed to turn around and walk away. She needed to protect her daughter, to make sure her mess didn’t drag Aria’s life. And yet… her legs refused to move.
Her lips trembled, but no sound came.
Those words… ‘no turning back’… they echoed again and again inside her soul.
They say when a man is drunk, he often speaks from the heart. And judging by the look in Aether’s eyes… Maelona realized something terrifying.
He wasn’t just playing. He was hiding his emotions. He was locking something away inside. If she left now… she may truly have no place in his heart ever again.
This was a door…. And he was offering her a choice.
A final one.
Even though she had told herself she would be content just feeling the warmth of his light… this?
This burned.
This hurt!
If he shut her out completely…
Maelona bit her lip, her teeth trembling against the soft flesh, the sting grounding her as tears threatened the corners of her eyes.
Aria saw it. And her frown deepened.
‘I… see…’ Aria thought as something clicked inside her.
A realization.
A quiet heartbreak that mirrored her mother’s expression.
Aether gave a satisfied nod as if everything was proceeding just as he intended. His glowing eyes turned to Liora and softened with warmth and heat.
“Go on, my dear… take as much as you want~” he purred, his voice heavy with lust as he leaned in and kissed her lips, then smacked her ass.
“hmm~” Liora giggled with glee, her eyes sparkling like a child handed her favorite treat. Her tail began to sway eagerly behind her, her excitement uncontainable. Without hesitation, she slid off his lap and knelt in front of him, her gaze lowering to his groin with hungry anticipation.
She leaned in slowly… her nose brushing against the bulge in his pants before taking a long, deep sniff.
Snnnnniiiiiiffffffff…
Her tail froze. Her ears stiffened.
His raw, manly scent hit her senses like a wave. Musky, heavy, soaked into the fabric and radiating pure heat—it made her head spin.
Liora’s eyes sparkled brighter, drunk on the overwhelming aroma. Her breathing quickened as she licked her lips seductively, her fingers moving eagerly to undo his belt.
Each movement deliberate, sensual, like she was unwrapping a precious gift.
She pulled his belt free and slid his pants down slowly, revealing the outline of his bulging cock through his tight, stained underwear.
The dark spot in the center told her just how eager he was already.
The scent grew even stronger.
It was like an aphrodisiac.
Liora trembled, her breath catching in her throat as she reached for the waistband and slowly tugged his underwear down.
Her mouth parted slightly, and her eyes widened the moment his cock sprang free—thick, flushed, veined and hard as stone.
“Hmm~” Liora moaned softly, eyes glittering like a child who had just found the biggest, sweetest lollipop. “So hard~” she whispered, her voice husky and trembling with desire.
Her fingers curled gently around the base, and she exhaled slowly, preparing to savor every inch of what was hers.