It’s been five days…
How many days?
Five fucking days!!!
“That’s it… I can’t take this anymore—I’m going inside!” Aqualina snapped, her eyes burning with restlessness. She hadn’t slept properly in days.
Even without hearing a single sound through the walls, the pressure had built up inside her… jealousy, fear, and suffocating loneliness.
The silence screamed louder than any moan or cry.
And now… she was reaching her limit.
She had calmed herself again and again, gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, waited like a fool… for five fucking days. But anymore than this?
She trembled slightly, her voice a whisper of dread, “What if… What if mother sucked him dry… to the brink… and he’s barely even breathing now…?”
A twisted, horrifying image flashed in her mind—
“A-Aqua…” A weak, lifeless voice of a drained man calling her name, skin pale, body limp, all fluids and strength drained from his cock…
Her imagination spiralled, wild with terror and concern.
She glanced at Celestia, who had gone quiet but slowly nodded. Even she, normally calm and curious, had begun to worry about Aether.
“I’m going to use my full power and blast this fucking door into hell!” Aqualina declared with heated rage, her body trembling as her power sparked and shimmered across her skin like angry lightning.
But then—
“It’s open,” Celestia said flatly, gently pushing the massive door… which moved with an unsettling creak.
Aqualina blinked, stunned. Then she took a deep breath and coughed, trying to compose her racing heart and hide her red-flushed cheeks, before shoving the door open wider.
Thud!
The grand door groaned open, as though it hadn’t been touched in ages.
And the moment the air flowed out…
A hot, sticky, humid wave of scent hit their faces.
“Yuckk—!” Aqualina’s face scrunched as she covered her nose, coughing into her sleeve. The musky, heady aroma of non-stop sex clung to every breath, every molecule of air.
Celestia’s expression darkened with subtle amusement. “Even messier than your room.”
Aqualina’s face turned crimson with shame, her lips twitching in frustration. But then her gaze scanned the room—and her eyes widened in pure horror.
The tables were dripping with some kind of sticky liquid. The cupboards were shattered like someone had been thrown through them. Vases and rare artifacts lay broken and forgotten on the floor.
The carpet? Ruined—soaked, stained, and littered with smears and trails of fluids.
And then… the bed.
The fucking Empress’s royal bed—was snapped in half. Drenched. Completely drowned in white and transparent juices.
“…M-Monsters,” Aqualina whispered as she gulped her dry throat.
“Oh, and the bathroom’s broken too,” Celestia called out casually from inside, peeking into the warzone that was once a lavish bathing chamber. “Looks like they couldn’t even wait to get out of the tub.”
Aqualina gulped hard. Her legs felt weak.
She knew exactly what had happened here—day and night, no pause, no restraint.
Pure carnal war.
And the culprits?
…..
…
Meanwhile, inside the dining hall, under the afterglow of endless orgasms…
“Say… ah~” Sandra cooed, sitting on Aether’s lap. Her body was freshly bathed, glowing with seductive softness, her hair still wet, draped over her new robes.
She held a piece of fruit between her fingers and fed him slowly. Aether parted his lips, taking it in with a lazy, hungry expression—his eyes never leaving hers.
Aether parted his lips, letting her feed him gently, his gaze locked onto her soft, flushed face.
There was no tension between them now—only the kind of warmth that lingered after confessions and climax.
After she poured her heart out, after their bodies tangled in endless passion, Sandra had shifted.
She had become… softer, almost delicate in her way.
Not the Empress.
Not the dominant ruler of an empire.
Just a woman—madly in love with him.
And gods, Aether loved every second of it.
He couldn’t hold back.
Leaning forward, he captured her lips in a slow, hungry kiss.
“~Hnn~… Stop it!” she gasped, pulling back slightly, her cheeks red as she gave him an annoyed pout. “You need to eat, you idiot…”
But Aether wasn’t fooled by her tone. Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
She liked it.
She wanted more.
He smirked and kissed her again—firmer this time—his hand sliding up her waist-
Suddenly—
THUD!!
Both Sandra and Aether flinched as the door slammed open like a thunderclap. Their heads turned slowly, and there she was.
Aqualina.
Her hair whipped behind her like a storm, flowing wildly as if charged by sheer rage, her eyes practically glowing with fire. She looked like she’d just burst straight out of a hurricane.
Sandra blinked. “What happened?” she asked, genuinely confused, tilting her head in a soft, motherly pout.
Even Aether seemed puzzled, raising an eyebrow. “Aqua?”
Aqualina’s lips twitched with barely concealed fury. “Bastards…” she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with restrained wrath.
Five fucking days of silence—and now they were just acting like… like nothing happened?!
She stormed forward, her steps heavy, each one screaming I’m going to murder someone.
Aether and Sandra exchanged another baffled look, clearly playing dumb—or worse, genuinely confused—which only made Aqualina’s temper spike higher.
She stopped right in front of them, arms crossed, standing tall and furious. Sandra was still calmly sitting on Aether’s lap, the picture of satisfaction and smugness.
“What?” Sandra asked, totally unfazed, as if her daughter hadn’t just kicked the door in with the fury of a jealous goddess.
That expression… That nonchalant tone!!
Aqualina’s eye twitched violently.
And then—snap! Without a word, she reached out, grabbed her mother’s hand, and yanked her off Aether’s lap like a ripped bandage.
Before anyone could blink, Aqualina had already pounced and claimed the warm spot on Aether’s lap, planting herself possessively like it was her throne and hers alone.
Sandra stumbled slightly, blinking with a startled look… and then let out a slow smirk.
“Excuse me?” she asked sweetly, voice oozing sarcasm. “What the heck was that?”
“Hmph,” Aqualina puffed, turning her head dramatically, her arms folded like a spoiled lover. Then she leaned in close to Aether, her voice low and dangerous, “You better get ready…”
She was so much worried him being sucked by her succubus mother… but he seemed to be even care for her worriedness!
That look in her eyes was a promise.
A sexy, irritated, vengeful promise.
This wasn’t over.
Not even close.
Aether smiled, bemused, and gently kissed her forehead, which only made her cheeks flush slightly despite her efforts to look furious.
Sandra shook her head in amusement and stepped closer, pointing to his lap with seriousness, “That’s mine, sweetheart. You’re just squatting.”
Aqualina turned slowly, lips curling into a sharp smile. “Oh? You hogged him for five entire days.” Then her eyes narrowed and her voice dipped, “Or should I say… M.O.M.?”
She made sure to enunciate every letter with a biting emphasis that made Sandra’s eye twitch and her face heat up slightly.
For a moment, the Empress blushed. She tried to play it cool but quickly stepped away and sat on the nearby chair with elegance.
Aqualina smirked smugly—point for her.
But Sandra wasn’t done.
“Here… ah~” she said in a sweet, teasing voice, holding a spoon delicately up to Aether’s lips.
Before he could even react—
Chomp.
Aqualina leaned forward lightning-fast and took the food herself. She chewed dramatically, then gave Sandra a sarcastic thumbs-up. “Not bad… hmm… tastes like victory.”
Her eyes glared at her mother like two sharp blades wrapped in glitter.
Sandra, now fully entertained, leaned down a little more—her cleavage intentionally dropping into view—and purred, “Darling~”
Aether didn’t even get to blink before—
“ARE YOU INSANE?!”
Aqualina exploded, covering Aether’s eyes, “You’ve been lovey-dovey non-stop for five days and now you want more?! What are you—a succubus?!”
Sandra blinked in innocence before bursting out into uncontrollable laughter. “Pfft—hahaha!!” She doubled over, grabbing her sides.
This Aqualina was surely new to Sandra!
Even Aether chuckled now, his chest shaking beneath Aqualina as she turned red with embarrassment.
“You two are the worst,” she grumbled, covering her cheeks.
“I’m hungry!” she suddenly declared, trying to change the topic… Her voice cracked just slightly at the end.
Sandra smiled with amusement, then looked over at Celestia. Their eyes met, and Celestia, without saying a word, nodded and brought the foods.
Aqualina stayed firmly planted in Aether’s lap, not budging an inch, even if it was improper for a princess to act like that.
She didn’t care.
This was her seat now.
Her throne.
And she wanted everyone to know it.
Aether, as always, said nothing—just leaned in and enjoyed the scent of her hair and the way she radiated heat and energy and love and wrath all at once.
“Hmm… so your next target is Xara, right?” Sandra asked casually, her voice calm again as she leaned back with a grape in her fingers.
Aether nodded as he was fed now by Aqualina, who kept glaring over her spoon. “Yeah… I honestly don’t know much about her. Do you have any info?”
Sandra tilted her head, smirked slowly, then said, “That woman… is a vicious one.”
“Huh?” Aether blinked.