Maelona didn’t expect him to actually come for her at all!
The man standing before her now felt nothing like the gentle, careful Aether she once knew. No, this man was entirely different—wild, reckless, his eyes dark with an intensity she’d never seen before.
He resembled a predator, hungry and merciless, waiting patiently to devour whatever crossed his path without a single thought about hesitation or consequence, as if those things no longer even mattered to him. This… this definitely wasn’t the man she remembered!
Aether had always been careful, cautious in every move he made, thinking twice about each action. But right now, it was as if he’d thrown all sense of reason aside, driven purely by primal instincts.
He had completely gone rogue!!
Step…
Step….
Each slow, deliberate step Aether took towards her seemed heavy, charged with intent.
They echoed like thunder in Maelona’s ears, each one matching the rapid beating of her own heart, sending chills down her spine.
Maelona trembled involuntarily, her body frozen in a mix of fear and anticipation as she stumbled backward, desperate to maintain distance.
Her eyes darted urgently towards Aria, silently begging for rescue—but Aria was already long gone, sprawled unconscious from their drunken kissing game earlier, completely oblivious.
Frantically, Maelona looked toward Liora for any sort of intervention, hoping she might offer a hand—
“Hehe~” Liora chuckled softly, clearly entertained by this unfolding drama, her lips curled into an amused smirk, thoroughly enjoying Maelona’s predicament.
Maelona’s lips twitched in frustration, internally cursing, ‘This bitch!’ She was just about to call Thalia for help when—
“!!” Maelona flinched sharply, heart skipping as she realized Aether had suddenly appeared directly in front of her, eyes gleaming mischievously.
She hadn’t even seen him move! In shock, she stumbled backward, colliding loudly into the table behind her, dishes rattling from the sudden impact.
“A-Aether… you need to calm down now…” Maelona whispered nervously, her voice trembling, cheeks burning crimson as he slowly leaned closer. She felt his warmth radiating dangerously close, and she could barely breathe under his intense gaze—sharp, intoxicating, penetrating her very soul.
Aether chuckled deeply, drunkenly amused at her obvious panic.
His lips curled upward lazily as he studied her flushed face, leaning in to murmur teasingly, “You’re shaking, Maelona~ It’s adorable, really… Scared, but excited too—I can feel your heart racing.”
He leaned even closer, breath tickling her ear, voice lowering seductively, “How very cute~”
Maelona’s face turned beet red as she scrambled in panic, her hands flailing to find anything—anything—between them. She saw his lips inching dangerously closer to her cheek, and in a last-ditch effort, she shoved something from the table in front of him, her eyes squeezed shut in terror, bracing herself for what she thought was coming.
“Hmm…”
Maelona flinched, then slowly opened one eye—only to find she had shoved a massive piece of roasted meat into his face… an entire bird, in fact.
Her face turned pale with dread, “I… I didn’t mean to…” she whispered, about to yank it away when—
Bite~
Aether sank his teeth into the meat, his lips parting as he took a large, deliberate bite. “Mmm… tasty…” he mumbled, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. He chewed slowly, savoring the flavor. “Hot… spicy… god, that’s good…” he slurred slightly, clearly affected by the alcohol coursing through his system, his words thick and drunk with both wine and desire.
Even before Maelona could sigh in relief—
“Especially when you feed me~ Dear~” Aether purred, voice silky and deep, eyes twinkling with playful menace. A sly smirk stretched across his face as he stared at her like she was the one dish he actually wanted to eat.
Maelona’s face flushed a deeper shade of crimson, her brain stuttering in disbelief. She couldn’t believe he just said that—out loud—and with that tone!
Breathless, she watched as he eagerly devoured the rest, eyes locked intensely onto hers, deliberately savoring each bite, as if she herself was the meal.
Her hands shook as she watched helplessly, unable to tear her gaze away from his sensual, predatory stare.
Her body shivered. It didn’t feel like he was eating meat anymore… No, the way he looked at her—it was like he was imagining devouring her.
And within seconds, only a single full bone of the bird was left in her hand.
Aether licked his lips and slurped the last bite before grinning slyly, “Mmm~ It’s really tasty~” he said in a low tone, eyes lingering on her face for a few heated seconds before finally turning away.
“…” Maelona’s heart thudded painfully. She could barely breathe.
Her son-in-law—this drunken, teasing, predatory man—had almost made her pass out from the sheer tension. ‘He’s talking about the food… right?’ she whispered to herself, trying to believe it.
Aether, still very much in a drunken state, looked around with a hazy expression. His eyes were half-lidded, and his posture swayed slightly.
Aria was out cold, Maelona looked shell-shocked, Thalia was frozen in disbelief, and even Raven looked dazed with a soft blush, her cheeks slightly pink from the alcohol.
“You seriously call this a party?” he asked with an openly annoyed expression, glancing around the quiet room with disbelief. There was absolutely nothing here—no vibrant music, no joyful sounds of people laughing or dancing, just plain, boring food.
Aether sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead as the alcohol began to cloud his judgment. Purple flames gently flared around him. Then, with a slurred chuckle and an amused glint in his half-lidded eyes, he said, “The party’s just getting started… heh… you guys are just too slow…”
Yet, ironically, the only person genuinely enjoying the so-called party was Aether himself.
Fueled by alcohol, laughter, and his own whimsical imagination, he began singing a ridiculous song that nobody else recognized, dancing around clumsily.
He spanked Thalia’s ass, grinning childishly as he performed silly, slightly clumsy magic tricks he’d learned.
He laughed loudly, spanked Thalia’s ass again, and continued pouring drinks recklessly for Raven, coaxing her teasingly, “Come on, Raven, just one more sip—feed me with those lovely lips!”
He spanked Thalia again!
Next, Aether challenged Liora to an arm-wrestling contest.
“Loser sucks the winner’s crotch,” he slurred suggestively.
Though Liora was strong, she willingly lost, again and again, enjoying her punishment perhaps even more than he did… Of course, Aether relished each victory, proudly stating, “No one beats me tonight!”
He boldly poured alcohol on his erect cock, instructing Liora teasingly, “Drink up, sweetheart,” and watched with delight as she obeyed eagerly, savoring every drop.
Once again, Thalia’s lovely ass received a slap.
He then teased Maelona, gently and playfully, tossing her around like a child before spanking Thalia again!!!
Poor girl!
The party continued, fueled by alcohol and Aether’s endless energy, stretching deep into the night…
After what seemed like an eternity of debauchery…
“Hmm… is that it? Did I break you all already?” Aether mumbled, his voice thick with liquor and disappointment. His hazy gaze swept across the room; every single one of them had surrendered, entirely spent and knocked out by pleasure and intoxication
“N… no… more…” Maelona weakly groaned in a drowsy tone, her voice full of exhaustion, body flinching slightly as if she were still being tossed about playfully.
Aria… she had long since passed out peacefully.
Raven was softly humming incoherent words, half asleep on the ground, her upper garments thoroughly torn apart, exposing beautifully stained bra.
“Nnff…” Liora was sleeping deeply on the chair, lips glossily coated with unmistakable evidence of her enthusiastic efforts.
Clearly, she’d taken far more than enough.
And Thalia… poor Thalia.
“Ahhh…” Thalia whimpered, her perfectly shaped ass still elevated high in the air, trembling slightly from the delightful soreness of relentless spanking. Her soft groans indicated she’d finally reached her limit, two round, ripe peaches glowing brightly from his punishment.
Aether sighed melodramatically, disappointed, mumbling with a playful pout, “Aw, come on, beauties… I’m just warming up here…” Despite his bravado, the alcohol was beginning to catch up to him.
Realizing they’d truly reached their limits, he murmured softly, “Fine… fine… rest it is,” before carefully gathering each of them, gently carrying them to their rooms.
With Maelona’s and Aria’s rooms damaged from previous antics, he decided to put them all safely in his own spacious bed, which coincidentally happened to be perfectly sized for such entertaining purposes… purely coincidental, naturally.
Absolutely no hidden intentions at all.
After laying them down, he carefully changed their attire into comfortable nightgowns, stubbornly resisting the temptation to remove their inner clothing—he insisted firmly to himself that he wasn’t “that kind” of pervert… not tonight at least!
Standing before the bed, he admired the sight of five ethereal beauties, gracefully sprawled across the sheets… except Thalia, whose delectable, red ass was still perched upwards invitingly.
Aether couldn’t help but smile warmly, thinking fondly, ‘Damn, I’m really the luckiest bastard alive, aren’t I?’
With drunken affection, he leaned down, softly kissing Aria’s forehead. Her sleepy murmurs melted his heart, “Mom… loves… Aeth…” Her brow furrowed softly, clearly trapped in some dreamy confusion or nightmare.
Chuckling tenderly, he moved to Liora, pressing his lips against her forehead. She responded sweetly in sleep, mumbling softly, “Want… more… husba…” Her honesty amused and touched him deeply.
“Always so needy, my dear Liora,” he teased gently, pinching her nose affectionately.
Next was Raven; Aether kissed her softly, lingering slightly longer, savoring the moment. She mumbled possessively, voice faint yet sincere, “Mine… hus… mine alone…” Her gentle jealousy brought an affectionate grin to his drunken face.
He shook his head.
Turning to Thalia’s raised ass, he grinned mischievously, softly caressing the burning red flesh before murmuring, “Well, perhaps I went slightly overboard, my dear Thalia… but you deserved every last spanking.”
“P-per…ver..arrr…..” Thalia muttered faintly, her voice tinged with pain.
Aether softened immediately, gently leaning down to lovingly kiss and softly lick her reddened flesh, soothing the skin.
“~hmm~” Thalia trembled and sighed softly.
Finally, he reached Maelona. Brushing hair from her flushed cheeks, he stared lovingly at her sleeping beauty.
He whispered tenderly, his voice gentle yet sincere, “You know, if you’d just openly say what you truly desire, my sweet Maelona… the ache you feel would vanish forever.” He lovingly kissed her forehead once more, leaving behind warmth and reassurance.
Taking one last drunken, fond look at the peacefully sleeping beauties, Aether smiled contentedly and turned quietly, leaving them to rest after an unforgettable evening of wild pleasure and playful torment.