The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros - Chapter 205 - 205: Edna's Body and Renji's Sisters

Edna shuddered. Her breath trembled as they left her, her eyes quivering as she gazed up at him. “I’ve been so lonely all these months.”

Aeric smirked. “You have, haven’t you?”

“I have dearly. I’ve tried to get you out of my mind but I just can’t. I can’t forget what you did to me that day. And oh, by the Regions, I’ve missed you, Son Aeric. Every night, I touch myself thinking of your shaft stretching me, filling me.”

Her right hand lowered to her legs, in between them, touching her sheath needily. “I understand why you left me waiting so long, my prince. But, I’ve been aching, I’ve been aching so desperately for you.”

Aeric stepped closer. “How badly have you been aching?”

“Really badly,” she whispered with lust. “I almost slipped up when your sisters came here all those months ago, demanding where you were.”

Aeric’s eyes narrowed. “My sisters? They were here?”

“Oh, yes.”

“When was this?”

“Oh it’s been months, a couple days after you first came here. Daughter Rosette was quite harsh. Daughter Misty however, she was softer. She gave me this gaze, like we both shared something, a secret. An attraction to a person.”

Aeric watched as her eyes drifted away dreamily. However, what she just said caught his curiosity. “Misty? My sister? You think you and her share an attraction to the same person.”

Edna’s eyes glittered as she nodded her head and said “Yes.”

Aeric stared at her. “And that person would be me? You think my sister has feelings for me?”

The healer shrugged innocently. “What I think is that it’s expected, Son Aeric. Every single one of your sisters, both from your mother and your far-mothers as well—do you not think that they will find you intriguing, fascinating, exhilarating… handsome.”

Her eyes brimmed with lustful desire. “Just as I find you.”

Aeric stayed still, confined in his thoughts as he pondered on what she had just said.

It was true. Almost obvious in fact.

In the enchanted realm of Erothyria, where God Eros’s magic weaved desires into the very fabric of existence, Aeric of Starlight stood as a singular anomaly.

Aeric was a son born to the god Eros, in a lineage that has only ever produced daughters.

Imagine him, this striking young prince with his imperial bearing and divine charisma, stepping into a world dominated by his far-sisters, the Daughters of Eros.

Each one was a paragon of beauty and power, ruling over regions tied to their mothers’ essences: the icy poise of Moonlight, the radiant warmth of Dawn, the shadowy enigma of Twilight, the verdant allure of Elysium, and the elemental balance of Starlight.

Yet, as Edna the healer just told him in her hut, gazing at Aeric with lust-glazed eyes, it was not just possible but almost inevitable—obvious, even—that these sisters would find him intriguing, fascinating, exhilarating… handsome.

And why wouldn’t they?

Let’s unravel this truth as if tracing the threads of a forbidden tapestry, one that revealed how Aeric’s presence disrupted the natural order, drawing them in like moths to a divine flame.

In Erothyria, where Eros reigned over desire and romance, the absence of sons had created a vacuum, a forbidden allure around Aeric’s very existence.

He was not just a brother; he was the first male heir, imbued with extreme beauty, charm, and the Celestial Depravity System that amplified his seductive power.

Thw Daughters, raised in isolation from male equals, encounter in Aeric a blend of familiarity and novelty

He’s family, yet utterly something new.

He is a man. A boy.

He is the only man amongst them. The only son amongst the daughters of Eros.

Attraction is inescapable.

Aeric thought about it silently. ‘Could it be that Misty actually likes me? Is that why she’s always acting weird around me?’

Misty was a Fire Elementalist, and this meant an opportunity for Aeric, though it was one that threaded on a riskier path for him.

He had no problem fucking and pumping his far-sisters to [Claim] their skills, but for his blood sisters who he had lived his whole life with (although an imprinted memory), it was an entirely different ball game.

But if Misty liked him and wanted it like Edna was suggesting, then why not? It was a chance to [Claim] new Skills, especially the ones that belonged to an overpowered Class such as Misty’s.

“Are you thinking of it, my Prince?” Edna asked, stealing his focus from his thoughts.

Aeric turned to her, his eyes darkening a tone, like a predator locking in on a prey. “A second ago you were telling me of how respectable you were, and now, you suggest that my sister desires my cock just as much as you do?”

Almost in panic, Edna’s head immediately fell low and she reduced herself to beg. “I am sorry, my Prince. I’m nothing short of a depraved woman with degenerate thoughts. Please, please forgive me.”

He stepped closer, his presence dominating the small room, the air growing heavy with tension.

“You want forgiveness. Surely a personal whore like you knows how to ask for it.”

Edna looked up at him with needy eyes. Was he really going to do it? Was he truly here to fuck her stupid like before?

She thought earlier he had only been joking, that he had wanted something else. But was the Prince of Starlight truly here to bless her widowed pussy with his royal cock?

“Don’t forget, Lady Edna. You’re nothing but a hole for me to use. A tool. You agreed to be my personal whore; to present yourself when I need to cum.”

He folded his arms, his cape revealing his cultivated muscles. “So if you want forgiveness for uttering such depraved nonsense about my sisters, offer yourself like the submissive bitch you are and I’ll give you what you crave. Strip for me. Show me how wet you’ve gotten just from my voice.”

A hitch of her breath left Edna. Getting ordered by the Son to do such things was a thrilling feeling, and so she obeyed without hesitation, her fingers fumbling at the ties of her gown.

It slipped off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, revealing her naked body.

Aeric stood before her and witnessed the beauty of a matured woman while Edna hid her pink-cheeked face in shame.

Her skin was pale and slightly freckled from years hidden under modest robes, sweat glistened on them, making her look like a well-used fuck doll left out in the humid air of Elysium’s eternal spring.

Those small, perky breasts jutted out defiantly, no bigger than ripe plums but capped with fat, puffy nipples the color of bruised cherries, already hardened into desperate peaks begging to be pinched, twisted, and milked like the udders of a needy cow.

They sagged just enough from age and neglect, hinting at the countless lonely nights she’d spent fondling them herself, her dead husband’s pathetic prick never enough to satisfy.

Lower down, her belly pooched out in a soft, doughy mound— not flat like some virginal princess, but a plush, fertile cushion that spoke of her midwife days, stretched from birthing others’ brats while her own womb lay barren and aching for seed.

Her curves were brutal. And Aeric could see them now. Last time, they had just went straight to fucking as he was merely horny to use her, now, he was admiring his Skill and cum tank.

Except he took Skills and pumped her with cum. It was a fair exchange, Aeric assumed.

He admired her thighs. They were thick as tree trunks and cellulite-kissed. Because she was nervous, she rubbed them together causing them to make soft squelches which exposed just how wet her pussy was.

That pussy, covered with a fair amount of bush, was leaking like a teary girl. Edna’s arousal traced in sticky strings, trailing down her inner thighs. The whore’s nectar she couldn’t contain.

She stood there, vulnerable, her eyes pleading. “I’m sorry that I look so deplorable, Son Aeric. I’m shamefully soaked. But it is all for you. Please… touch me.”

Aeric gazed at her body with horny thoughts of his own. Then a dark chuckle left him. “Touch a depraved whore like you? Don’t be pathetic, Edna. Get on your knees first and worship my cock with your mouth. Get it ready for me to fuck that your healer pussy.”

“Yes, Master Aeric.”

Edna dropped to her knees instantly, her hands eagerly undoing his expensive regal pants. After struggling with his golden belt, she finally unzipped his pants and freed his massive, throbbing shaft.

It sprang out, veiny and thick, precum beading at the tip. She moaned at the sight, her tongue darting out to lick the underside slowly, savoring the musky taste. “Mmm, so big… so royal. It’s almost like I remember it. Only… better.”

She wrapped her lips around the head, and began to suck Aeric’s cock like it was greenberry fruit.