Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

His ethereal form before everyone stole the breath from her lungs. He looked unreal, radiant, wrapped in a beauty that made her knees weak and her thoughts dangerous. For a heartbeat, she nearly lost control, desire roaring through her veins, urging her to claim him without shame or restraint.

Her lips parted as she watched him move, gentle flames dancing around his body, light and heat weaving together as if responding to his presence alone. The sight made her mouth go dry, her pulse racing with need she barely managed to contain.

Damn her husband for looking like that!! It’s hard to control herself!!

Still, she forced herself to remain composed, clinging to reason like a lifeline. She straightened her posture, steadied her breathing, and reminded herself that control was necessary, no matter how badly she wanted him.

She refused to ruin Aether’s image, refused to let her desire overshadow the miracle of his return.

He would not like that, she told herself, not now, not in front of everyone.

After all, he had only just woken up, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt him again, even if her heart and body screamed for more.

But still, when he kissed her in front of everyone, her entire body froze, a sharp inhale trapped in her throat. Her muscles trembled as a strange sensation bloomed inside her chest, unfamiliar yet overwhelming, as if she were finally feeling what a bride was meant to feel.

It was not just desire, not just relief, but something warmer, heavier, and frighteningly intimate.

Before she could think, before reason could catch up with instinct, hunger surged through her veins. Her body moved on its own, leaping toward him without hesitation, driven by a need she no longer bothered to deny.

Then why did she give Aria heads up first?

It was not generosity, not kindness, and certainly not selflessness.

Liora knew exactly what she was doing.

Letting Aria go first meant she would be drained halfway through the night, exhausted and satisfied enough to surrender the rest.

What remained after that would belong entirely to her!!

Liora might not have known tactics on a battlefield, nor possessed the sharpest tongue in politics, but when it came to Aether, she understood him instinctively.

She knew how to draw him in, how to claim him without force!

She had always been sly like that.

Now she stood on the rooftop, the gentle breeze brushing against her skin as moonlight washed over the stone beneath her feet. She waited in silence, calm and patient, her eyes fixed on the tree before her....

Just as she predicted, Aria, the little elf, could not stand any longer, and Aether arrived at her without her needing to say a single word.

And...

”I will hunt down whoever hurt you. I will...” Her teeth clenched as her multicoloured eyes glowed dangerously.

”I promise you.”

She told what she wanted to say all this time!

”...” There was a deep silence between them.

”I think... I turned on.”

Moments earlier, her furious eyes blinked as her ears twitched in confusion... What did she just hear?

Her gaze dropped, slowly, deliberately, to his crotch, where a prominent tent strained against his clothing.

Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as heat pooled low in her body.

She stepped closer, her voice lowering into a seductive whisper as her fingers brushed over the bulge, slow and teasing.

”My husband is insatiable... isn’t he?”

Aether’s lips curved upward, amusement flickering in his eyes. ”Having such a cute wolfy,” he replied softly, leaning closer until their breaths mingled,

”There’s no way I could stay silent. Especially when she gets all shy and flustered after we got married.”

Liora’s cheeks flushed instantly, heat rushing to her face. ”Don’t be mean,” she protested with embrassed face,

”I... I wasn’t shy at all.”

After all, she had been the one who pushed him down in front of everyone.

How could he possibly call that shyness?

No way.

Absolutely not!

Yet in Aether’s eyes, the truth lingered clearly.

The moment he kissed her in front of everyone, he had seen it.

The faint blush... The subtle tension in her body...

It was mild, barely noticeable, but he noticed everything about her. Even after all they had done together, that moment of embarrassment had struck deeper than anything else.

That image etched itself into his mind, refusing to fade. He knew he would never forget it, not ever, and part of him wondered if she would ever show that side of herself again.