Aezaleon opened his eyes, albeit lazily. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but he had a good sleep even on the platform of ice he created.

[Hm, finally awake, are we!]

"Yeah." He smiled on hearing the familiar voice in his head. "How long did I sleep for, Clementine?"

[Probably about 6 hours. Or maybe it was 6 and a half; I didn’t count, but something around it.] She responded in a thoughtful voice. Her words were like a soft chime echoing in the quiet of his mind.

"What are those two doing?" He questioned again. "Don’t they want to give me a good morning too?"

Clementine appeared in the material world before him, leaving his soul sea. "They are still asleep. They were quite tired after what happened last night."

She answered in a calm tone. Not minding his current nakedness, but she also noticed the uncomfortable hardness (morning wood for the pure-minded ones) that twitched every other second as though in search of something.

"Do you want me to call them or something?" She gave him a glance. Aezaleon got on his feet. "Leave them be." He shook his head.

"How about you help me release this uncomfortableness instead, dear wife? It’s not like we are being intimate, so you don’t have to worry about breaking your words with me either!" He suggested. His lips curled in a subtle smirk. His eyes were a predator’s, playful yet predatory in the morning light.

"If not, we can just bathe together and it would eventually go away anyways! You can at least do that, yes?" He shrugged. Letting her make the decision. He had already said what he wanted after all.

Clementine looked at him. Her brows raised.

She thought about his words a bit more deeply; indeed as his wife, it was her responsibility to keep him satisfied both sexually and also in other matters, just as it was also his responsibility to protect her, satisfy her, amongst other matters.

Also, as Aezaleon said, her words, which she valued very much, were only about not being intimate with him until he could stand beside her and did not need her protection anymore.

She never said something about not using her hands or mouth (or something else) to relieve him of his sexual stress. Clementine nodded with a contemplative look, coming to her final decision.

"Alright, I’ll help you." She voiced with a smile. Since she was doing this anyways, she might as well give it her all to give him an experience he would never forget in his life.

Her smile was a dark promise, blooming like a night-flower.

Aezaleon blinked, not thinking that his shot in the dark would actually hit the mark.

He just did it on a whim, without much thought; that’s why he wouldn’t have minded even if she had rejected him. He simply wanted to have a taste of her too, after what happened last night, but she actually agreed. Making him unable to react for a moment.

At his reaction, Clementine chuckled in amusement. "What? Do you not want to bathe with me now?" She waved her hands dematerializing her clothes. Advancing and coming to stand before him in her birthday uniform. "And here I thought I would use something special to relieve this little guy."

She echoed seductively. Her laugh was a silver bell ringing in this deep, dark cavern.

Tracing her index finger through the length of his rock-hard dick, reaching the head and poking it. Making arousing currents run through his spine. He trembled. He gulped. His jaws clenched. Locking his eyes with her. His heart beating in anticipation, wondering what this special something was that she mentioned.

"You’re quite easy to tease, huh?" Clementine smirked. "I’ll remember it, and teach my two little sisters the ways, so they could also have some fun with you; it would spice things up in our sexual life."

At her dangerous words, Aezaleon immediately snapped out of his daze. "Don’t you dare corrupt those two innocent gems. They are mine and only I’m allowed to do that." He voiced in a firm tone. Taking the woman in his embrace. His possessiveness was a heavy chain, anchoring her to him.

Clementine, with her hands on his shoulders, made a surprised expression. "My, already so protective, so possessive. How cute~" Her lips curled. "However, tell me, why should I listen to you?"

"Because I’m your man!"

"But you’re weak. Can you stop me and discipline me if I go against your words?" She asked teasingly.

Aezaleon gritted his teeth.

This woman was really ruthless, attacking him where it hurts the most. Even more than any physical pain he had suffered until now. But he couldn’t refute her words either. Her question was like a cold iron spike driven through his pride.

"Alright, alright, enough joking." She tapped his cheeks. "As a good wife I will listen to my husband. You can see it as my way of apologizing for not getting intimate with you."

"Tsk, just wait for the day I have you in my hands, then I’ll show you who is truly on top." He really felt displeased with himself that everything what she said was 100 percent true.

"Oh, I’ll eagerly wait for you as long as you want me to, husband~!" Clementine agreed readily. "Still, for now, let’s calm this eager guy down!" She grabbed the base of his hardness with a firm grip. It was like a velvet trap, soft yet unbreakable.

Aezaleon groaned on feeling the warmth and the softness of her cool palm. It was just as amazing as he had expected.

"Certainly, it must be painful, huh!"

"Not so much now~" He smiled. His gaze was eager. Interested in what she was going to do. "Last night I saw through your eyes, how you had a luscious juice as your meal. You appeared to have enjoyed it very much."

For a moment, Aezaleon didn’t understand where she was going, but as it dawned on him, his gaze shook. Heart stirred by the excitement of his thoughts. His emotions agitated—feverish! The realization hit him like a tidal wave of heat.

"Just so you know, I have not eaten anything since yesterday. From the moment you had created this body for me and had completely resurrected me."

Clementine got on her knees. Her enrapturing crimson gaze locked with his enthralled and inflamed crimson eyes. "So some thick milk in the morning would be the best; it would do wonders to my empty stomach. What do you say, husband?" Clementine smirked.

She really appeared nothing less of a succubus currently.

Naked thoroughly, on her knees before him.

Her hand clutching his hardness as though it was the most precious thing.

Her hot breath hitting his balls.

Her fat breasts pressing on his legs despite her staying still.

That deep voracious crimson gaze of an ancient woman hungry. Lastly her identity—Aezaleon’s poor heart was nearing its endpoint, at the threshold of exploding from the stimulus.

She was a masterpiece of temptation, carved from shadow and desire.

"Can I have it~?!"

She asked with extremely innocent eyes, hiding the abyss in plain sight, and a corruptive voice that directly pierced his poor heart.

He gulped hard.