The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros - Chapter 204 - 204: Return to Elysium
Aeric didn’t mind lying to others, but lying to himself was a completely different story.
He knew that he would never have stepped into this hut for the rest of his life as long as he didn’t have to.
Don’t get him wrong, the Elysium Plains was a beautiful region, and Gentleleaf was even finer, the scent of herbs and blooming flowers filling the air, the density in the atmosphere from the strong concentration of ambient Divinity, the fairies and the white clouds.
He admired the place.
But the only reason he was here was for the Skill Upgrades.
Ever since he was rewarded with the Double Inseminator, he’d had his eyes set on one goal, upgrading his Skills through fucking and cumming in the women who he’d claimed prior.
Alzera, with her promising upgraded versions of the [Infuse] Skill, was a major target, but another major target was Edna.
The widowed midwife who’d once tried to curse him at birth but had become his eager fuck toy after that first intense session.
He’d claimed her basic [Heal] skill back then, a useful tool for mending wounds and ailments, but now, with the Beast Glade battle looming, he desperately needed more.
Upgrades. Power.
And he knew exactly how to get them.
Aeric admittedly didn’t care at all for Edna. She might be an endearing woman beneath all her disappointments, but she was still the woman who tried to have him slaughtered at birth.
Talk about a late term abortion.
He had no obligations to a woman like that. No reason to care, only a reason to endear her long enough until he had pumped her full of his seed, over and over.
Until the system bent to his will and he finally gained the very Skill he wanted. The highest upgraded version of [Heal].
[Anti-Harm].
Aeric wasn’t going to stop here though. After Edna, he would try his chances with Alzera.
It still didn’t make sense that she had the highest affection for him yet the lowest chances of another insemination, but that was a bridge he would have to cross when he got there.
For today, his focus was on Edna of Elysium.
Each creampie was going to count.
Aeric’s Stamina stat only affected battle proficiency not sex.
His strength and endurance was finite in that case, which was why he had refused Melina sex, he had to save up every drop of cum in his balls just to make sure he had enough to go for at least three rounds.
That was enough to unlock all upgrades of the [Heal] Skill, wasn’t it?
[Heal Skill Upgrades]
[Tier 2: Heal Minor – Heal broken bones and fatal injuries. Cost: 25 Skill Points.]
[Tier 3: Heal Major – Regenerate lost limbs, beheadings, deathly poisons and severe trauma. Cost: 70 Skill Points.]
[Tier 4: Anti Harm – Never require healing. Cost: 250 Skill Points.]
Yes it was.
So the plan was straightforward. Every orgasm goes straight into Edna’s pussy, no wasting on her face, tits, or ass. No matter how much he wanted too.
This sex was going to be more about conquest and purpose than it was about pleasure. All she had to do was let him fuck her.
Aeric smirked in his thoughts. Who was he kidding? Of course she was going to let him fuck her.
It’s what an obedient little whore would do.
He heard the door creak shut behind her while she still stood frozen beside her workbench. Her chestnut hair was tied in a loose bun, her simple healer’s gown hugging her voluptuous curves: those perky small breasts, wide hips, and that fat, bouncy ass he’d never forgotten.
Standing there, it was like she was relieving the dream. Finally, the man… the boy… who had given her the greatest pleasure, joy and satisfaction she’d ever felt was back in her life.
Edna’s aged eyes widened in a mix of shock, fear, and undeniable hunger. “I just… You really must forgive me, Son Aeric, I didn’t expect you. It’s been so long. I believed you’d forgotten about me.”
Aeric smirked, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, the hilt of the sword on his sheath glistened in the dark space. But another sword was rising within his pants, preparing to stab.
He scoffed, his eyes playful and strong, capturing her as he spoke with a deep groan. “Forgotten? Well that’s not possible is it, Lady Edna? How could I forget my personal whore? Mhm?”
She looked at him with eyes unbefitting of a woman her age.
“The duties of a prince are many. And you might not have heard but I have been ordained Head Boy of the Royal Institution. First and Only.”
He extended both hands and shrugged. “You can not blame me when I’m the sufferer here, my dear Lady Edna. I barely have time for myself, speak more of traveling through Regions to visit.”
She smiled, giving him a once-over like a shy girl. “You’ve grown taller. Leaner.” She hesitated. “Stronger.”
Aeric gazed at her. It wasn’t everyday he received a compliment so admittedly that was oddly refreshing to hear.
He looked down at her. “And you’re still as voluptuous as always. Your ravishing hips and your tender pillow buttocks. It’s unfortunate that I can not bear children with commons, if that wasn’t the case, you would be carrying a mini-me in your womb this very moment.”
Edna gazed up at him dreamily as if she was trying to figure out if he meant that or not.
“Tell me, Lady Edna, do you sometimes wake up at night and think of me? Do you beg for my cock like a depraved slut in heat?” He tilted his head. “I hope you do because now I need you again. I need you to be a good whore for me like you used to be.”
Edna’s cheeks flushed crimson, her hands trembling as she set down the vial. She glanced away, biting her lip, but her nipples hardened visibly through the thin fabric.
“P-Please, Son Aeric, can you not refer to me with such degradation? Irrespective of what we did, I am still a respected healer.”
Aeric stepped closer to her and his right hand suddenly shot forward and grabbed one of her small, tender breasts.
“Uhhh.” It elicited a soft, horny moan from the Elysium woman.
“A respected healer, huh?” he said as he gazed down at her coldly. “Tell me then, would you rather I fuck you with respect, or I fuck you like a whore?”
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