Chapter 148: The Ultimate Taboo [1]

Before Azriel could react, both women leaned inward in perfect tandem, their lips grazing the shells of his ears from opposite sides.

"Wait for us in the master bedroom," they whispered in sweet, velvet unison.

Vesperia’s tongue darted out, tracing a warm, maddening line along the rim of his ear before her teeth caught his lobe in a sharp nip.

"We prepared something special for you, daddy. Give us ten minutes."

Azriel’s hands clamped down beneath the water, his calloused palms gripping the plush, wet curves of their asses and dragging them flush against his flanks.

A low, lust-thickened growl rumbled deep in his chest.

"How about I wash you both thoroughly right here," he rasped, his eyes flashing violet fire, "and then you can show me what you prepared?"

Rosalind let out a musical, breathless chuckle, her white tail tightening its coil around his thigh as she playfully pushed against his chest.

"No, baby. You can wash us after you’ve completely ruined us."

Azriel stared at them, the intoxicating promise hanging in the humid air, before letting out a wry, defeated scoff.

Barely a minute had passed since he stepped into the pool to unwind, and here he was climbing straight back out.

Rising from the steaming basin, water cascaded off the dense, scarred planes of his torso and thighs.

His heavy, rock-hard shaft swayed thick and rigid with every stride, dripping with hot mineral spring water.

Both mother and daughter froze, their golden slit-pupils tracking the raw, unyielding weight between his legs, their throats bobbing in a silent, synchronized gulp.

Grabbing a plush white robe from the warming rack, Azriel slung it loosely over his broad shoulders without bothering to tie the sash, letting his thick erection push proudly against the opening.

He turned on his heel and strode down the colonnade, leaving the two noblewomen whispering softly behind him in the rising steam.

Pushing past the towering double doors of the eastern wing, Azriel entered the master bedchamber.

The room was vast, an imperial sanctuary carved from pale golden sandstone and framed by soaring vaulted arches.

Intricate mosaic tilework in deep cobalt and shimmering gold snaked across the floor, half-covered by thick, silken desert rugs dyed in royal indigo.

Broad archways opened out onto a sweeping, private terrace garden where the scent of desert jasmine and blooming lotus drifted in on a tempered, rune-cooled breeze.

At the center of the chamber, raised on a low dais of dark polished star-wood, sat a colossal canopy bed draped in sheer, flowing sheets of ivory spider-silk, surrounded by heavy, sound-dampening warding stones glowing with faint amber aether.

Azriel crossed the grand chamber and sank onto the edge of the mattress, his bare feet burying into the plush pile of the indigo rug.

Resting his forearms over his knees, anticipation coiled tight and heavy in his gut.

With a practiced flick of his consciousness, he summoned his translucent interface.

He bypassed the public channels entirely, navigating straight to the private broadcast dashboard and locking the broadcast strictly to his Exclusive Members.

Setting up the feed had become second nature.

With swift mental commands, he drafted the title:

The Ultimate Taboo: Mother & Daughter on the Bed.

With a mental pulse, he hit Go Live.

The broadcast went active.

Almost instantaneously, the live count ticker blurred into a frantic numeric scramble as elite patrons flooded into the private channel from across multiple dimensions.

Azriel engaged his Mental Stream Link, leaning back with a predatory grin as his consciousness piped directly into the secured VIP feed:

’Yo, bitches.’

His mental voice resonated through the stream, low, smug, and dripping with raw satisfaction.

’The dream of many of us is going to be fulfilled tonight. I am fucking both Rosalind and Vesperia together.’

[LIVE CHAT]

[Sadistic69] (Red): NO WAY. BOTH AT ONCE?! I WAS WAITING FOR THIS TO HAPPEN!

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): FINALLY! The mother-daughter duo! I’ve been waiting months for this barrier to break! Take my damn Karma Points!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Seeing them on their knees worshipping that monster together is literally all I ever asked for. Bless this stream!

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): A ruling Matriarch and her reigning Duchess daughter... truly the ultimate conquest. Don’t leave them with any pride left, Azriel!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Rivers are going to flow tonight....hehehe...

Karma Point notifications cascaded down his peripheral vision in blinding golden ribbons, adding thousands of KP to his system balance every second.

Azriel casually bantered through his mental link, stoking their anticipation while keeping one eye on the ticking timer.

The ten minutes flew past in a heartbeat of rising heat and overflowing coffers.

A soft, resonant click echoed through the quiet chamber as the heavy double doors pushed inward.

Framed in the doorway were two breathtaking visions.

Emerging from the warm bath, both Vesperia and Rosalind possessed skin flushed with a radiant, rosy bloom from collarbone to ankle.

Damp white locks clung artfully to their shoulders, their feline ears twitching forward in sweet, shameless amusement.

They stepped inside, clad in identical white bathrobes loosely draped over their statuesque curves.

The heavy latch snapped shut behind them, sealing the room in absolute silence.

Azriel leaned back on his hands, his eyes locked onto them, a roguish grin spreading across his face.

"So... what’s this surprise you promised?"

Mother and daughter exchanged a slow, conspiratorial glance.

In perfect synchronization, their slender hands reached for their collars.

The white robes slipped smoothly down their ivory shoulders, pooling like spilled milk around their bare feet.

Azriel’s breath caught dead in his throat.

Clinging to their mature, magnificent bodies were delicate sets of matching white lingerie, semi-sheer lace tracing the lush swells of their breasts, garter straps hugging their thick thighs, and whisper-thin strings accentuating the flared, sinful curve of their hips.

It was the very lingerie he had purchased in secret months ago while browsing lingerie for Vesperia in the city of Oakhaven, a hidden fantasy he had tucked deep inside his spatial ring, never daring to bring to light.

Instinctively, Azriel probed the void space of his ring.

The corner where he had buried the delicate silk garments was completely empty.

Vesperia and Rosalind glided across the indigo rug, their long white tails swaying with hypnotic, predatory confidence.

The contrast between Vesperia’s seasoned, lethal maturity and Rosalind’s pristine ducal elegance, both wrapped in the exact same provocative lace, was enough to drive any man to madness.

Stopping before the bed where Azriel sat frozen, Rosalind tilted her head, a wicked, teasing pout gracing her swollen lips.

"You bought these for us to wear together, didn’t you, baby?"

"We found them tucked away in the back of your spatial ring," Vesperia purred, her golden slit-pupils glowing with boundless amusement.

"So tell us, daddy... how do we look?"

Without waiting for his answer, both women gracefully sank to their knees directly between his parted thighs.

Kneeling on the thick rug, they tilted their heads back, their golden gazes drinking in his towering, vein-ridged cock before looking straight up into his glowing violet eyes.

Azriel reached out, his calloused hands resting gently under their chins.

His thumbs brushed the delicate curves of their jawlines, tracing the heat blooming across their cheeks as both matriarchs leaned into his touch like obedient, worshipful cats.

A low, reverent breath escaped his lips.

"Just... beautiful."

The twin purrs vibrating against Azriel’s calloused palms were deep, resonant, and entirely stripped of ducal restraint.

Vesperia was the first to yield to the moment.

Tilting her head with fluid, feline poise, the Matriarch pressed an open-mouthed kiss directly into the center of Azriel’s left palm, her warm, scented breath puffing softly over the lines carved into his skin.

Not to be outdone, Rosalind mirrored her mother without missing a beat.

Her plush lips nuzzled into his right palm before her pink tongue darted out, tracing a slow, lingering stripe up the sensitive hollow of his wrist that sent a jolt straight down his spine.

Between his parted thighs, his thick shaft stood like carved iron, heavy dark veins throbbing with violent rhythm against his lower abdomen.

A glistening bead of pre-seed welled at the slit, catching the golden afternoon light slicing through the terrace arches.

Looking down at the two noblewomen kneeling between his knees in sheer, matching lace, Azriel’s lips curved into a slow, wicked grin.

"Before I tear these pieces of silk to shreds and completely ruin you both," he rumbled, his violet eyes gleaming with pure indulgence, "how about we take some photos first?"

Mother and daughter glanced at each other, their golden slit-pupils dancing with shameless, intoxicating thrill.

"Sure," they purred in unison, entirely shedding the final vestiges of courtly dignity.

Azriel pulled out his sleek runepad, holding it up as the runic lenses flared to life to capture every sinful angle from his perspective.

He didn’t hold back.

He had them strike every scandalous, taboo pose that crossed his mind.

He had Vesperia rest her cheek against his thigh, gazing up at him with half-lidded, predatory eyes while her manicured claws lightly traced his heavy shaft.

He made Rosalind kneel close beside her, gripping his thick length with both hands, pressing the swollen head against her pouty, painted lips while presenting the flared curve of her hips in that sheer, white lace to the lens.

He posed them side by side on their knees, heads tilted back, eyes wide and worshipful as they looked up at him like devoted consorts awaiting their lord’s command, their matching white tails coiled submissively over their bare heels.

Frame after frame was etched into the runic storage crystals, their dignity utterly undone and laid bare before his camera.