Edna had always been insecure about the size of her breasts, and it was for good reason too.
Whenever she saw herself in the mirror, that nagging thought returned, whispering cruel comparisons she could not silence.
How could she hope to measure up against Medusa, whose statuesque body and fuller chest seemed made to dazzle any man?
Or Veyra, who carried herself with effortless grace, her figure perfectly proportioned, her curves generous and enviable?
Even Anya... the young woman who served as Azel’s personal attendant.
Despite her youth, she already possessed a chest that made Edna’s look modest by comparison.
The contrast was merciless.
Edna’s hands drifted unconsciously to her own chest.
Hers were smaller, far less dramatic than theirs, despite her having two children.
She had told herself countless times that Azel didn’t care, that he loved her for more than appearances but in the secret corners of her heart, the doubts never let her rest.
"I’m sorry if they aren’t as big as—Ahn~"
Her words broke apart into a startled moan as sudden warmth enveloped her.
She looked down and her breath hitched.
Azel’s lips were wrapped around her left breast, his tongue teasing her in slow, deliberate strokes.
Shivers coursed through her body, racing up her spine until her knees felt weak.
"Oh Goddess~" The words slipped out before she could stop them.
Her eyes rolled back as waves of sensation swept her up.
It had been years.
Years since she had last felt anything like this.
Years since someone touched her with such hunger.
And Azel wasn’t simply sucking on her breast — he was using his power, ice energy shimmering faintly across his tongue.
The chill against her sensitive skin was shocking, almost painful, and yet it made her moans needier.
His other hand moved, firm and steady, finding her other breast.
Fingers brushed across her nipple, and instantly that same cooling energy spread there too.
She arched her back, a cry tearing from her lips before she bit it down, clutching at the sheets beneath her.
Another moan escaped anyway, muffled against her own hand.
Azel pressed her breasts together, his mouth claiming them with such intensity that Edna felt her entire body trembling.
It was overwhelming, and yet there was tenderness in it too as if he were not only proving her wrong, but cherishing what she thought imperfect.
’Why does he do it like this... so lovingly?’ she thought, her chest heaving.
Her heart thumped against her ribs, desperate and wild.
She wanted to kiss him, to hold him close, but how could she when he was completely consumed with her body?
He was ravaging her chest with a devotion that left her breathless.
And then she felt it — a solid pressure pressing against her from below.
Her eyes widened.
Azel’s body was flush with hers, and the heat of his arousal was undeniable.
The sheer size of it made her throat dry.
He was well-endowed.
Too well.
The realization made her face burn crimson.
"What~ What if they hear us?~" she whispered, voice trembling between embarrassment and pleasure.
She could hardly keep her moans contained, and the thought of someone overhearing them made her shudder with a mix of dread and shame.
But it also made her hotter.
Azel finally lifted his head, lips pulling away from her chest.
Her skin glistened faintly where his tongue had been, cool traces left behind like invisible signatures.
He looked at her with a smile so teasing that it made her heart melt.
Her breath caught.
That smile undid her more easily than anything else.
’It’s like he enjoys making me suffer,’ she thought, cheeks blazing as she turned her face aside, unable to meet the weight of his crimson eyes.
"Look at the door," Azel said suddenly.
Edna blinked and followed his words.
Her gaze fell on the entrance and she gasped softly.
The door was covered in talismans. Dozens of them, layered and overlapping in a way that could only be described as overkill.
Symbols pulsed faintly, runes she recognized from her own training lessons.
Each one carried traces of silence magic that Diana taught her, forming a barrier stronger than anything she could have set herself.
She realized with a shock that no sound could possibly leave this room.
It was overprotective.
And totally unnecessary but it was him.
Her lips parted in awe, a small laugh catching in her throat.
Of course he would go this far.
Before she could speak, his teeth clamped gently against the side of her neck.
She gasped in surprise, eyes widening, but the sharpness she expected never came.
Instead, a dull ache bloomed, quickly fading into warmth that sent tingles down her back.
He was biting her.
Marking her just like she did to him.
"I placed too many sound cancellation talismans on the door," he murmured, pulling back slightly.
His tongue brushed the spot he had bitten, soothing it with slow, lingering strokes.
"How does it feel... being the one marked?"
Her lips parted.
She stared at him, breath shallow, mind spinning.
She had always been the one to leave marks on him.
It had become almost a habit, her secret way of claiming him.
Now... he was marking her.
And she loved it.
A shiver raced down her spine as she whispered
"I love it~" Her voice was breathy, almost breaking.
For a moment, she thought he would return to her chest, and her body braced in anticipation.
But then she felt his hands lower, sliding to her waist.
"Huh?" she gasped, startled.
In one smooth motion, he tugged at her trousers, pulling them away before she could react.
Her legs shifted instinctively, but it was too late — she was exposed, left only in her undergarments.
The thin fabric clung to her, completely wet by her own arousal, betraying her completely.
She gasped, covering her face with her hands as heat rushed to her cheeks.
Azel’s eyes softened, but his smirk remained.
She moaned at the sudden cool air against her thighs, the sensation magnifying her embarrassment.
In reflex, she tried to cover herself with her hands.
"I’m sweaty down there," she muttered, the excuse weak and trembling.
But he wasn’t fooled.
With deliberate care, he brushed her hands aside, lowering her last piece of clothing.
The fabric slid away, leaving her swollen clit right before him.
His gaze deepened with quiet awe.
"I don’t see sweat," he said with a teasing lilt.
His crimson eyes locked onto hers. "You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?"
Her whole body jolted.
’It’s just like those books~’
’God, I never imagined myself saying that,’ Azel thought inwardly.
He wasn’t used to such lines, but the look on her face told him exactly what kind of answer he would get.
Edna bit her lip, cheeks flushed scarlet, before she raised her arms above her head in surrender.
Her voice came out light and shameless.
"Yes, daddy~" she breathed. "Please punish me~ I’ve been a very bad girl~"
And in that instant, Azel’s mind blanked.
His brain short-circuited.