The room echoed with the sound of gulping and those so fucking wet noises.
Gulp…
Hmm~
Slurrppp~
Aether was holding Aria tightly by the hips while she wrapped her legs snugly around him, feeding him the alcohol mouth-to-mouth.
Drippp… Drippp….
The dark liquor dripped from their lips, trailing down their clothes, staining the fabric as the heat between them grew wilder.
“~mmmm~”
He sucked on her lips instantly—hungry, desperate. The alcohol spilled slowly into his mouth as his tongue danced with hers, deep and messy. His hands roamed down, grabbing her ass again, squeezing, groping, encouraging her to keep going.
To feed him more!
To kiss him harder!!
“Mmh~” Aria whimpered into the kiss, her body trembling as her free hand clutched his shoulder tightly.
The kiss turned fierce.
Drunken… Passionate.
Every drop of liquor that passed between them made her feel lighter, hotter, bolder… and every low groan he let out as he swallowed made her feel like she was the one getting drunk—drunk on him.
When they finally pulled apart for breath, a thin string of spit and alcohol clung between their parted lips.
“~ha~”
“~ha~”
Aether’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the last of the liquor from her sweet lips. Aria slowly parted hers, her cheeks beet red, her elven ears drooping slightly. Her whole face was flushed, eyes turned hazy.
Even though she had been the one feeding him… with how close their lips had stayed, and how much alcohol passed through… there was no way she wasn’t getting drunk too.
“Haaah~”
Aria swayed slightly in his arms, her breath trembling as her forehead rested against Aether’s. Her lips tingled, her chest heaving as the heat pooled low in her belly. Her clothes were sticking to her, soaked with traces of alcohol and sweat, and the feel of his cock rubbing lightly against her core through the thin layers made her body tremble.
Aether licked the corner of his mouth, tasting the last drops of the alcohol and her sweetness lingering on his tongue. His gaze dropped to her swollen lips, then lower—to the way her chest heaved with every breath.
“You’re getting drunk, my sweet elf…” he whispered, his voice low, teasing, thick with want. His fingers brushed the side of her thigh, traveling higher, slipping beneath her dress.
Aria bit her lip hard, trying to control the soft whimper rising in her throat. “N-No… I-I was just feeding you…”
Her lips were still quivering, stained with a mix of alcohol and spit, glistening under the dim light. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps. Her thighs clenched tightly around his hips, feeling the hard press of his crotch, resisting the tremble in her core that only grew fiercer.
She knew this wasn’t right.
She knew everyone was watching.
But… that wicked, devilish grin curling on his flushed face… those deep, hungry, lust-drenched eyes that shimmered with mischief and dark possession… that filthy, sinful mouth that had already tasted too many lips tonight… she couldn’t take it anymore.
He looked so smug, so unbearably hot in his drunken, flushed state. His skin glowed with heat, and that cocky little smirk just set her off even more.
She was drunk and he was drunk, and yet… she was the one being played, teased, tormented by his innocent act… even after he’d had his cock sucked by another bitch, kissed another’s boobs, sucked them greedily, even smacked another bitch’s ass without shame… her emotions were all over the place, jumbled up in a storm of jealousy and heat. Her hands curled tighter around Aether’s neck, her grip tightening as if something primal was waking up… inside her.
Her expression turned dark—obsession…. Something inside her snapped, finally.
Sna–
Or so she thought, when—
“I am very grateful for you to believe them all…” Aether suddenly muttered, his voice low but soft, coated with an unexpected tenderness.
“Huh?” Aria blinked, caught off guard, her rage stuttering mid-breath.
“I mean… I know it wasn’t easy for you to accept others… but when you said you trust them… I… I have no words…” he continued, his drunken eyes glassy, glittering with emotion. “Aria… I’m so happy to have you in my life…”
His words were slow and slurred, but not careless—each syllable laced with raw honesty. There was something vulnerable in the way he swayed just slightly, his body warm against hers, his breath reeking of alcohol but his heart suddenly bare.
Aria’s dark expression flickered, the storm in her eyes softening. She blinked, unsure, before her face flushed a deep pink. Her hand around his neck loosened, slowly, her fingers tracing the nape of his neck,
“W-Well… I accepted you even after knowing everything… and how your life is going to be… I chose you… so I’ll trust them too. After all, I believe in my husband… the man who won’t let his cock speak louder than his soul,” she whispered, as her ass grinded slowly against his crotch.
Aether softly chuckled, swaying slightly, his cheeks flushed, “I am happy… so happy,” he whispered as he leaned in and kissed her—not with lust this time, but with raw, aching emotion.
“~hmm~”
“~hmm~”
“~hmm~”
“~hmm~”
He kissed her again… and again… soft, tender pecks that ghosted across her lips like small promises.
Each kiss felt like a silent vow, like he was sealing her mouth shut with a thousand little deals. His lips were warm, slightly trembling, yet deeply loving.
The sensation of their mouths meeting over and over again made her chest tighten and her belly twist in heat.
Aria’s heart pounded faster, the mix of emotional tenderness and his drunk vulnerability turning her on more than she’d expected.
Her hubby, so cocky and insatiable, was now pressing gentle, emotional kisses onto her lips like he was scared to let her go.
That made her hot—aching, wet, hungry.
Aria chuckled softly, a teasing glint in her eyes as she leaned in close, her breath brushing against his cheek, “I want more…~” she whispered, before she slowly sipped the alcohol into her mouth again—deliberate, sensual, naughty.
Aether grinned lazily, his eyes half-lidded, that familiar sly smirk curling back onto his lips. “My Aria is so damn cute~” he slurred softly, before he grabbed her face and sealed her lips with his own—this time deeper, hotter, his tongue pushing past her lips and drinking the alcohol from her mouth like it was ambrosia.
“~hmmmm~”
Their lips stayed locked, tongues sliding in a sensual tangle as Aether sucked the alcohol from her mouth, savoring it like it was the finest elven wine.
His lips moved hungrily, nipping and pulling gently, swallowing her breath as if he wanted to drink not just the alcohol, but her entire soul.
“~mmff~”
Aria moaned into his mouth, her hands weakly grabbing at his shirt, pulling him closer. Her thighs twitched around his hips, squeezing instinctively as the heat spread between her legs. Every swirl of his tongue, every deep suck from her mouth made her feel lightheaded, dizzy, like she was being devoured from the inside out.
Aether pulled back just slightly, only to exhale with a lazy, amused smirk. His lips were wet, his eyes half-lidded, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed crimson. “Mmm… that tasted better coming from you…” he murmured, voice dripping with drunken lust. His fingers slid slowly from under her dress, dragging along the inside of her thigh with torturous care.
Aria gasped, her body jolting slightly as he grazed her soaked panties. Her hips twitched, her ass grinding deeper onto his crotch, feeling how hard he’d gotten beneath her. Her breathing hitched—every movement from him, every teasing brush of his fingers sent electric shivers through her veins.
“You’re so wet… drunk on me, aren’t you…” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers pressed more firmly now, rubbing her through the fabric, slow and circular, forcing her thighs to twitch. “Your little sister throbbing just from a kiss, Aria… naughty little elf…”
“N~Noff… No.. I… ~hmmaa~”
Her head fell forward onto his shoulder, a small moan escaping as she trembled violently, overwhelmed. The world was spinning. Her skin burned everywhere he touched, and her body was betraying her—melting, writhing against him without shame… she forgot everything… even her mother!!
She tried to swallow, choking slightly from the sheer intensity, but he didn’t stop—he kissed her through it, sucking and licking her lips, his tongue forcing the taste deeper inside her. Her head swam as the alcohol hit harder, blending with the drunken haze already clouding her mind.
Her body shivered again—legs growing weaker. She felt like her bones were melting, her muscles too soft to hold her up. Her hands clung desperately to his shoulders as her hips rolled against him in slow, involuntary motions. Her breathing was shallow, lips swollen, eyes glassy.
“A-Aether…” she whispered, voice barely audible.
“Shh…” he purred, dragging his fingers back to her inner thigh, slipping them just beneath her soaked panties. “You’re shaking… you feel so good, so soft, Aria…”
And she did.
“~ahh~”
A low cry escaped her lips, trembling as his fingers toyed with her, slow and rhythmic, just enough to make her body arch. Her moans turned into weak gasps, her body slumping into him. The kiss, the alcohol, the heat—it was too much.
Her body jolted once more, a final twitch of resistance… and then everything gave in.
“~nnnffffffffff~” She moaned in his mouth as her panties got drenched!
Her head fell forward again, this time not in pleasure, but in surrender.
Her breathing slowed, her grip loosened, her thighs relaxed. Her eyelids fluttered like a dying flame before they closed completely.
The Alcohol and Pleasure hit her directly!!
Aether’s hands still warm against her soft thighs, his cock still aching beneath her weight. He chuckled softly, brushing her hair from her flushed face, lips brushing her cheek. “Poor thing… got drunk on me instead of the drink…”
He kissed her temple one last time, his lips lingering—soft, slow, full of twisted affection. Then, with gentle care that contrasted the heat they’d just shared, he lowered her onto the chair. Her head lolled slightly to the side, lips still parted, cheeks flushed from both pleasure and intoxication, her thighs glistening faintly in the low light.
“A… A…eth…er…” she mumbled after being knocked out by the drunk and pleasure!
His fingers brushed away a stray lock of hair from her face, and for a moment, he gazed at her with a strange softness—possessive and loving, dark and dangerous.
Then…
His eyes slowly lifted.
His gaze shifted.
And it turned—burned—straight onto Maelona.
His final target.
“….”
Maelona froze.
Her breath hitched, her blood ran cold.
She had been trying to shut everything out—her ears closed, eyes squeezed shut, pretending she hadn’t seen, hadn’t heard anything that happened between Aether and Aria.
But the moment his gaze snapped to her, sharp and unrelenting like a predator who had smelled fear… her heart skipped a beat.
“!!!!” Maelona flinched in fear.
Her entire body jolted as if lightning struck down her spine.
She dared to open one eye—only to meet that familiar, sly smirk tugging at the corners of his still-wet lips.
Lips that had just swallowed another woman whole. Lips that still tasted of Aria’s moans and alcohol.
He took one slow, deliberate step toward her.
‘Fuck!’