Chapter 101: Liona Feeling this for first time.

Liona remained beside him.

She lay on her side, facing Azael, her silver eyes fixed on his peaceful sleeping face. The low glow of the dying hearth fire painted soft amber light across his features. For a long time, she simply watched him breathe slow, steady, completely unaware of her presence.

Her heart was beating faster than it had in centuries.

She slowly shifted closer. With trembling care, she slid one arm beneath his head and the other around his waist, gently pulling him into her embrace.

Her massive breasts pressed softly against his side, the heavy, warm mounds molding against his body through the thin fabric of her black robe. The sensation made her breath hitch.

He felt so warm.

So small compared to her tall, powerful figure, yet so perfectly comforting in her arms.

Liona closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling. Her heart thundered wildly in her chest as she hugged him a little tighter, careful not to wake him. The sleeping spell she had cast ensured he would remain deep in slumber, but she still moved with the utmost gentleness.

She leaned forward, trembling.

Her face hovered inches from his. Her breath brushed against his skin.

Slowly, hesitantly, she pressed her lips to his cheek.

The kiss was soft. Warm. Lingering.

The feeling was truly amazing, his skin was smooth and slightly warm from sleep. She kissed him again. And again. Soft, reverent kisses scattered across his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth.

A quiet, shaky breath escaped her.

"My Azael..." she whispered against his skin, voice barely audible. "My Azael..."

Her hand roamed slowly over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. She traced the lines of his abs with trembling fingertips, exploring every contour as if memorizing him. Her thick thighs clenched together tightly as a warm wetness began to gather between her legs.

She was getting wet.

Just from hugging him. Just from touching him.

Her silver eyes grew dazed, heavy-lidded with desire. A deep flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck.

She leaned in again, this time pressing her lips to the side of his neck. She kissed him there, softly at first, then bolder — sucking gently, tasting his skin. Her tongue slipped out, licking along the curve of his neck in slow, sensual strokes.

Azael hummed faintly in his sleep, a small, unconscious sound that sent a thrill straight through her core.

Liona’s breathing grew heavier. She rubbed her body against him more deliberately now — her massive breasts squishing warmly against his side, her hips pressing closer. Her thick, powerful thighs rubbed together as her pussy throbbed with need, soaking her panties with slick arousal.

She was losing control. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Her hand slowly traveled downward, gliding over his stomach, then lower... until her fingers brushed against the warm, thick bulge in his trousers.

She froze.

Her eyes widened as she felt the sheer size and heat of his cock through the fabric. It was already semi-hard, heavy and impressive even in sleep. The moment her fingers made contact, a powerful jolt of shock and arousal shot through her.

Reality crashed back in.

She instantly pulled her hand away as if burned and scrambled back, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Her face was burning crimson, eyes wide with panic and disbelief.

"What... what was I doing...?" she whispered to herself, breathing heavily.

Her heart was still racing wildly. Her body felt hot all over. Her pussy was embarrassingly wet, thighs slick with her own arousal.

"This is wrong... This is not me..." she muttered, voice trembling. "How could I lose my mind like this... over a young man...? This is absolutely wrong..."

She stood up quickly, ready to vanish from the room.

But then her gaze fell on his sleeping face again. He was peaceful, handsome, completely vulnerable currently.

Her heart clenched.

She hesitated.

Just one more time... she told herself.

She leaned down once more. Her silver eyes softened as she looked at his lips. She licked her own lips nervously, then pressed a soft, trembling peck against his mouth. It was gentle and innocent. Yet it made her entire body burn with forbidden desire.

She lingered there for a few seconds, savoring the warmth of his lips against hers.

Then, with a final shaky breath, Liona stepped back.

In the next instant, her figure dissolved into shadows and mana, vanishing completely from the room without a trace.

Azael remained fast asleep the entire time.

Completely unaware of what had just happened.

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Azael woke up slowly the next morning, his body still heavy with sleep. The first thing he felt was a strange sensation, as if someone had touched him during the night.

His skin felt slightly warm in certain places, especially his cheek, neck, and chest. He frowned slightly, rubbing his face with one hand. The feeling was odd, almost like a lingering dream he couldn’t quite remember. He shook his head, deciding not to overthink it.

He sat up and noticed his cock was rock hard, straining painfully against his pants. A typical morning erection. He let out a small sigh and got out of bed.

After a nice, refreshing bath, he felt much better.

He dried himself and chose a set of elegant yet comfortable clothes suitable for travel, a dark noble-style tunic with silver embroidery, paired with well-fitted trousers and boots. Once dressed, he looked at himself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

He stepped out of his room and immediately saw Arista coming out of the room right beside his.

She looked beautiful and composed as always, wearing a tailored suit perfect for a noble lady, a dark blue jacket that hugged her figure, matching pants, and a white blouse underneath. Her long crimson hair was tied in a neat high ponytail, swaying gently with her movements.

"Good morning, Azael," she greeted with a small smile.

"Morning, Arista," he replied warmly. "Ready to go back home?"

"Yes. I miss the estate already."

They walked together through the corridor. Soon they met Aeliana and Liana, who were already waiting. After a brief greeting, the four of them headed toward the grand entrance of the palace.

The morning sun shone brightly as they reached the wide courtyard. Empress

Celestia was already there with her family. Callius stood beside her, along with his wife Sabian and their children. Prince Lucas and Princess Christina were also present, looking regal and composed.

Aeliana stepped forward and spoke with her sister and brother.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Celestia. It was good to see you again," she said calmly.

Celestia smiled gracefully. "You are always welcome here, sister. Take care on your journey back to Elaris."

Callius patted Azael’s shoulder. "Train hard, young man. We expect great things from you at the academy."

"I will, Uncle," Azael replied respectfully.

They continued talking for a while, light conversation about the academy, future plans, and family matters. Eventually, it was time to leave.

As the Ignivar group prepared to depart, Celestia suddenly walked closer to Azael. She leaned in gracefully, bringing her lips close to his ear. Her voice was cold, calm, and completely composed as she whispered.

"I am waiting for you to seduce me."

Azael froze, eyes widening in shock. Before he could react or say anything, Celestia pulled back with a perfectly neutral expression, as if she had only said something ordinary about the weather.

She gave him one last calm look, then turned away as though nothing had happened.

Azael stood there stunned, heart beating faster. He quickly composed himself and joined the others as they boarded the carriage. The Ignivar family waved their final goodbyes and began their journey back to Elaris City.

Inside the moving carriage, Azael sat quietly, still processing what the Empress had whispered to him. Arista noticed his slightly dazed expression and raised an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

Azael shook his head quickly. "No... nothing."

But inside his mind, Celestia’s cold yet teasing words kept repeating.

’I am waiting for you to seduce me.’

He leaned back against the seat, staring out the window as the palace grew smaller behind them. A small, complicated smile appeared on his face.

He couldn’t tell if she was joking or being serious.

Though he was sure that she was joking.

This trip to the capital had become far more interesting than he had expected.

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The carriage rolled smoothly along the wide road leading away from the capital. Inside, Azael sat beside Arista while Aeliana and Liana sat opposite them. The morning sun filtered through the windows as the scenery of grand buildings slowly gave way to open fields and forests.

Azael remained quiet, still thinking about Celestia’s shocking whisper. Arista occasionally glanced at him with a curious look but didn’t press him.

After a few hours of travel, the carriage slowed down and finally stopped.

"We’ve arrived at the teleportation gate station," the driver announced.

They stepped out into a large, well-guarded courtyard. Then enter the hall, in the center stood a massive, glowing teleportation gates, a grand archway filled with swirling blue and silver energy. Several royal guards and mages stood nearby, maintaining the formation.

Aeliana spoke calmly, "We will use the gate to return directly to Elaris. Let’s go now."

Azael nodded, following his family toward the gate. The powerful magical energy hummed in the air around them as they prepared to step through.