Chapter 1395: Shall we talk, Aether?~

As the saying goes... It’s not the tool that hurts, it’s the person who wields it.

"Even if I stopped her, I am pretty sure she might go for others to set the production... I cannot possibly waste this opportunity," Aether muttered with a thoughtful expression as he slowly leaned his head on Dora’s shoulder, his temple resting against the warm curve of her neck, inhaling the faint spice of her skin mingled with ink and aged parchment.

Dora raised her eyebrows in mild surprise; she didn’t expect him to lean on her.

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Her lips slightly curled up in a knowing arc as she stretched her hand toward him, "There is no need to think too much. If you feel producing the artifacts is a good idea for a better future, then... do it," as she glanced at his eyes, "You cannot save everyone, Aether. Some shadows claim their due, no matter how fiercely you wield the light."

Aether blinked, "It’s not like I am being a hypocrite... It’s just seeing people starting to trust in me, their love... I feel a little pressurised"

Dora raised her eyebrows, before weakly smiling, "I guess I can understand that," she said as she saw the little boy who was not even a century old... trying to manage three empires.

She chuckled with an amused expression, "When I heard you marrying two from each Empire, I was utterly shocked and... thought that asshole really pulled this shit... ah?... ahhaha... Seriously, how do you even come up with these plans?"

Aether shrugged, "Well, for my beloved wives, I would do anything~" his voice dipping into a velvet purr.

Dora glanced at him as she stared into his eyes, "Anything?"

Aether nodded, chin lifting in a defiant tilt, "Anything!" with a prideful expression.

Dora stared into his eyes before slowly leaning towards him. Aether stared at her eyes, but he didn’t part his lips—after all, she was not definitely going to kiss him—

"Hmm~"

Aether’s eyes widened in mild surprise when her soft lips touched his. For a second, he struggled to process what just happened.

Dora smirked as she slowly pulled away, putting her finger on his lips and said seductively, "That’s for my beloved disciple doing his best~" as she smirked,

"Go and do your best, whatever you choose to believe is right... I will always be there if you need anything," as she stood up to move, hips swaying in a rhythm that whispered of untamed wilds.

When Aether caught her hand, he pulled her back into his embrace.

Dora blinked before frowning. "Boy, what are you—"

"It’s not enough," Aether growled.

"Huh?"

"I need more to do my best~" as he stared into her eyes before leaning near to her neck. "Something more direct and hot..." as his breath tickled her neck.

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Dora’s eyes glowed dangerously. "Don’t play with a fox, brat! You wouldn’t be able to~."

Aether’s body shuddered when her ass nudged against his hardened cock straining through his pants... a deliberate grind!

Aether smirked with a wicked tone. "Play with a fox? My lovely Foxy, worry about yourself..." as he pinched her ass, fingers digging into the firm swell with possessive bite.

Dora flinched, her body arching involuntarily like a bow drawn taut, before smirking, "It’s on you then," as she said, voice dropping to a sultry challenge before pushing him onto the sofa, as she pulled his pants down in a swift, predatory yank, revealing the cock before her... stood up majestic, thick, veins ridged like rivers of molten iron under silken skin, the crown flushed and glistening with the first bead of anticipation.

She smirked, eyes hooded with triumphant hunger, as her hands slowly wrapped around his thick cock. She slowly stroked it.

Aether’s body shuddered with excitement.

Dora smirked wider.

"What? Already enjoying it?"

Dora watched his reaction like a predator studying a trembling pulse. Her thumb pressed against the swollen tip, smearing the bead of anticipation across her skin before sliding down the ridge of his length with maddening slowness.

Aether clenched his jaw as a rough sound escaped him. "That’s your imagination," he muttered through strained breath.

Dora’s grin stretched, wicked and knowing. "Imagination? Brat, your body betrays you more honestly than your mouth ever will." Her hand tightened with a controlled squeeze, veins rising along his cock as she pulled another low shudder from him.

Aether grabbed the sofa cushion, fingers curling into the fabric as he forced a harsh breath to steady himself. "Keep talking like that," he growled, voice trembling, "and I will flip you right here."

Dora leaned closer, her lips hovering beside his ear, her breath warm and taunting against his skin. "Flip me then," she whispered, "if you think you can even stand right now."

"Fuck, Dora," he growled, his voice rough as gravel, hips bucking involuntarily into her grasp. "If you think this is me breaking... wait until I have you begging."

She laughed, the sound low and dripping with wicked delight. "Begging? Oh, brat, you would have to earn that." Her hand moved faster, smoother, her grip tightening with cruelty. Each stroke sent a tremor through Aether’s spine, his muscles tightening as if he fought an incoming collapse.

But he didn’t cum... Not this time!

Her brows lifted, faintly impressed. Aether’s breath grew rougher, sweat glistening across his temples, his entire body coiled as he forced restraint through sheer will. The veins on his neck stood out like iron cords, and every shudder looked like a battle against his own pleasure.

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"Not bad... Not really bad," she murmured, a tiny curve of acknowledgement touching her lips. A predator recognising that her prey had a little more fight than anticipated.

Aether opened his mouth to smirk, to claim a small victory, but he never got the chance.

Her head dipped down without warning.

She took him in one smooth swallow, her lips sealing around the base, her throat stretching to fit every inch of his length.

Aether’s entire world went white.

"Arrh!"

"Arrh!" The sound tore from his chest, raw and broken. His legs shook violently, the nerves exploding with sensation as heat shot straight through his spine.

"Dora—shit—" His voice cracked as his hand flew to her hair, fingers tangling desperately. He couldn’t breathe.

Dora smirked around him, her lips stretching in smug triumph even with his cock buried down her throat. She moved upward slowly, dragging her mouth along every ridge and vein, her tongue pressing tight beneath him, the suction so fierce it made his vision blur.

Aether shuddered uncontrollably, breath hitching. His hips jerked forward before he could stop them. Pre-cum spilled out of him in hot, uncontrollable spurts, leaking so heavily it felt like he was already coming.

She didn’t stop. Her nose nudged his base with the next plunge. She swallowed him deeper, her throat clenching around him as she bottomed out again.

Aether’s entire body convulsed. His fingers dug into her scalp, holding her head as if anchoring himself to reality.

"Dora... ahh... gods..." His voice shook, breaking into fragments as the pleasure shot through him so violently he couldn’t even form a curse properly.

Dora smirked as she watched him wither in pleasure, ’That’s for looking at me brat~’ she thought and one more pull!

One more hard, relentless suction... as if she was forcing his inner nectar to come out without his permission.

That was all it took.

Aether’s restraint snapped like a rope meeting fire. His entire body jerked as the pleasure detonated through him, raw and overwhelming, ripping a guttural groan from the deepest part of his chest.

"Arrhh. Dora..."

The breath left him completely.

Hot, thick spurts surged into her mouth in frantic floods, each pulse stronger than the last, his release pouring out of him like a violent overflow he could no longer contain. His hands clamped around her head, not to control her but because his muscles were shaking so violently, he needed something to hold onto, or he would collapse.

Aether’s vision blurred. His eyelids fluttered.

His thoughts fogged.

His consciousness wavered on the edge of a blackout.

’W-What’s happening...?’

His mind staggered in confusion as his pulse hammered weakly against his ribs. His entire body felt drained, hollowed out by the force of his climax.

[Sigh, I cannot believe you just did that. Do you even understand what you are doing, asshole? You have been fucking for an entire week, not just some normal sex, you fucking like rabbit and now this? Even you have limits, idiot.]

Aether groaned inwardly.

’...Ah... shit.’

Yes. That was it. His body finally hit the absolute limit. He should have given himself at least a day to recover, let the energy replenish, let his nerves settle. But instead, he had pushed again and again without pause.

No wonder his vision was flickering like a candle in fading wind.

The world tilted.

His consciousness slipped away, and the last thing he saw before the darkness swallowed him was Dora’s lips glistening, her mouth filled with his white heat, her eyes still shining with that smug, victorious glow.

....

..

Aether’s eyes slowly opened. His vision was a hazy blur of light and shadow, shifting like fog dispersing after a storm. His head felt heavy, his body strangely numb. It took him a full breath before he could even move his fingers.

There was someone standing over him.

"Dora...?" he whispered.

"Delphine..."

The name left his mouth in a breathless exhale, and the haze snapped out of his senses as cold water dashed across his face. His sight sharpened instantly, adrenaline forcing clarity back into him.

Delphine stood there, arms crossed, face unreadable... no, worse than unreadable.

Deadpan!

Aether pushed himself upright instinctively. Before he could say anything, Delphine spoke.

"Shall we talk, Aether?"