The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros - Chapter 209 - 209: Contradiction

The smirk disappeared a moment later.

Aeric stared into the ceiling of the hut, Edna’s head was resting on his chest now. She was fast asleep, perhaps having dreams of her and the Son married.

Aeric licked his lips as he remained in thought. He remembered himself when he first entered this world. He remembered how light and fun everything had been.

Now, the requests of this petulant world were turning him into some kind of heartless conqueror who used women for his gain and hunt for power.

Something like his father.

He sighed, carefully pushing Edna’s head and gently resting it on the soft pillow of the bed.

He stared at her face.

She had tried to kill him as a child, but that was only because her knowledge was bound by the rules of the world back then.

She believed he was an omen.

What Aeric knew now was that she was a lonely woman, seeking for embrace and the company of a man.

Having the Son sleep by her side must be the greatest joy of her mundane life.

He pitied her.

Yet, he didn’t understand why he didn’t want her to know that.

Aeric wondered if his father, Eros, also had the same contradiction.

No, he concluded. That man was a vicious imperialist.

He got up, his cock falling to his thigh, pulsing like a greatsword after a hefty battle.

He looked around.

It was so dark in here. The herb scent was stronger now.

He wondered if passersby could hear them when they had been going at it. Edna’s hut was in a very central area of Gentleleaf.

Aeric let out another sigh. His thoughts were way too scrambled.

He walked around the bed, taking slow breaths of the air thick with the musk of their exhaustive depravity.

Searching for his clothes, he glanced at the sweat-soaked bed. After bearing witness to the hours of relentless pounding, it seemed to be glaring back at Aeric.

Edna, on the other hand, was still fast asleep. The middle-aged widow had been a quivering, brainfucked shell of her former self.

She needed the sleep.

Aeric of Starlight stood at the edge of the room, his body glistening with a faint sheen of exertion, though his maxed attributes ensured he recovered swiftly from the drain on his stamina.

Finally finding them, he reached for his discarded imperial robes, the fine silk embroidered with the Starlight sigil.

He lifted it up, using a trace of the light from the window edge to admire the cloth and the status it meant.

The sigil of his Region. A Region he must protect.

Aeric closed his eyes. Mursbridge will be saved.

He dressed himself, wearing the clothing smoothly over his toned, divine physique.

The fabric whispered against his skin as he fastened the golden clasps, each one clicking into place with a sense of finality.

His mind was already miles away, fixated on the impending raid against the Wave Beasts in Mursbridge, the neighboring towns teetering on the brink of destruction if he failed to lead his makeshift alliance to victory.

He combed his hair, cracked his neck, then picked up his sword and sheathed it.

From the bed, he heard a soft, almost lifeless moan escape Edna’s lips.

Aeric looked down at her. ‘Hmm.’

It was difficult to believe that this was once a respected maiden for the Mothers. Or even the loved healer of the people of Gentleleaf.

She rolled over. Her chestnut hair was matted and wild, her small breasts heaving with uncontrollable breaths.

When her eyes slowly fluttered open, she saw him standing in front of her. “Son… Aeric?”

Aeric smiled. “Lady Edna?”

She rolled again. This time onto her stomach and began to crawl toward him on all fours like a broken animal seeking its master’s approval.

Her fat, jiggling ass swayed with each labored movement, cum still leaking from her abused pussy in thick, sticky trails that smeared across the wooden floor.

Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, rolled halfway back in her head from the mind-shattering orgasms that had rewritten her very essence.

“M-Master Aeric…” she slurred, her voice a depraved whimper, tongue lolling slightly as drool pooled at the corner of her mouth. “When… when will I see you again? My body… it aches for your royal cock already. I need you to fill me… to use your whore again.”

Aeric glanced down at her with the coolest of faces he could manage.

His expression was one of mild philanthropy, as if he were bestowing a benevolent favor upon a lesser being.

His cock was already twitching for more, he admitted. But what was the point of it now?

The Anti Harm skill was presently pulsed faintly in his arsenal. Now, he would have no more vulnerability to wounds, poisons, or trauma.

Edna had served her purpose, upgrading [Heal] through its tiers until this ultimate form was his.

Sex with her was great, but Aeric’s mind was filled with so much responsibility that frivolity started to look like a waste of time.

“Ah, Lady Edna,” he replied vaguely, his tone smooth and charitable, like a prince addressing a loyal subject from afar. “Who can say? The affairs of the Regions pull me in many directions. Perhaps when the stars align, or when I have need of your… talents again.”

He didn’t care. Or perhaps he didn’t want to.

He wanted to treat her like a tool. Truly, she served no significant purpose to him.

Not a romantic one; she wasn’t Celestia.

Not a personal one; she wasn’t Melina.

Not even a familial one; she wasn’t his Mother.

Regardless of how he felt, what he had to do now was to be rid of her and pretend she never existed. Allow her to move on from him and so he can do the same.

Her crawling form was sexy, but it only stirred empathy in him. He’d thoroughly broken her. She would do anything he wanted if he just asked.

But Aeric didn’t want any of that.

At least not from her.

Edna reached his feet, her hands clutching at the hem of his robe, her face pressing against his boot in submissive adoration.

“I’m… excited, Master. To bear your royal child. Your seed… it’s inside me, growing. I’ll carry the Son of Eros’s heir… make you proud.”

Her words tumbled out in a haze of delusion, her body still twitching from the aftershocks, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the thought.

Aeric’s lips curved into a polite, almost kindly smile.

Well, that child was never coming.

He could creampie her for now until the next year, but her commoner womb did not possess the magic to accept the royal seed. It was a fantasy born of her shattered mind, nothing more.

Another sad truth.

“How wonderful for you, Edna. May the Regions bless such a… fruitful endeavor.”

He stepped back gently, disengaging her grasp without malice, his philanthropic manner masking the utter indifference.

“Goodbye, then. Rest well. You’ve earned it.”

With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the hut, the door clicking shut behind him without a backward glance.

Edna collapsed fully to the floor, whimpering his name into the wood, her brainfucked state leaving her adrift in a sea of unquenchable need.

Outside, the eternal spring of the Elysium Plains greeted him with its vibrant blooms and sweet-scented air, fairies flitting about as disciples of Eros tended to the fertile fields.

Aeric whistled sharply, summoning Sylver.

The creature landed gracefully from the skies, nuzzling Aeric’s hand with affectionate loyalty, its paws pawing the soft grass.

“Easy, Sly,” Aeric murmured, mounting the saddle with effortless grace. “Come on, let’s go home. I think there’s enough time to train before Mother and my miserable sisters return.”

Sylver growled softly, and with a powerful leap, they soared upward, piercing the clouds toward the ethereal sky road.

As they traversed the sky road, the landscape below shifted from Elysium’s endless meadows to the southern expanse of the Starlight Region.

By this hour, as Aeric predicted, the region was alive. The afternoon was resting, and in a few hours, nighttime would arrive.

Unlike the other Regions with their perpetual themes—Moonlight’s serene nights, Dawn’s golden light—Starlight had natural day-night cycles.

The towns and villages were bustling. Some lifted their heads and pointed to him and his beast companion as they rode high above.

Forests of ancient oaks dotted the landscape, interspersed with populated settlements where common Players hurried home from markets, their chatter filling the air with mundane worries about taxes and beasts.

The Castle of Starlight loomed in the distance, its spires twinkling like captured stars, the weakest magic in Erothyria manifesting in subtle elemental flows rather than grand displays.

Aeric felt a surge of possessive determination as he gazed down.

This was his domain, his people, threatened by the Wave Beasts encroaching from the Glade. He would save them, not out of pure altruism, but to solidify his stance as their prince.

To make them feel special to be the only Region with a prince.

Sylver descended smoothly toward the Castle grounds, and Aeric dismounted with a pat to the beast’s flank.

“Rest well, Sylver. Tomorrow brings battle.”

The workers in the premises greeted him glee as usual. Aeric nodded to them all, but without pause, he strode directly to the training hall.