Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1193: His Wives did not follow him blindly

Seriously… the night was on fire, but not just because of heat or passion—it was the kind of night that rewrote the body’s limits, the kind of night that lived on in the flesh and memory like a sacred burn.

Aether kept going, over and over again… but no, it wasn’t just about lust anymore.

It had evolved into Hunger.

This was the hunger of Ashara Nightfire—an unquenchable craving born from decades of starvation and silence. And tonight… she was finally fed.

Aether poured himself into her without restraint, holding nothing back. His love, his essence, everything he was—he gave it all.

And Nightfire took it all in with a greed that didn’t even try to pretend it was shy. She sucked every drop out of him like her body had been made to absorb him, consume him, drink him down until there was nothing left but his will to keep going.

Her flower… if he dared look between her thighs, there was no trace of him left. Not even a glimmer. As if her body had devoured everything. No mess, no spill, no evidence—it was all gone. Vanished into her, like she had become a vessel that refused to waste even a single drop of his love.

Not that Aether minded. Not even a little. He wanted this. He wanted her to take it all.

She deserved it.

After all those long decades of holding back, suppressing her hunger, she had earned this feast… And he gave it to her willingly, lovingly, with everything he had.

He had no idea just how empty she had been… until now.

One single night… Just one.

And it was enough to match—no, to surpass—what he had given Raven over four whole days. He loved Raven, yes. But this… this was different.

Nightfire made him pour more love, more passion, more of himself than he even knew he had.

In one night, she pulled from him what Raven had taken in four days… and still wanted more.

It was insane. Unbelievable. Her body, her hunger—it broke every rule of reason. And still, it felt right.

’Heck, maybe she took even more than that,’ Aether thought, both amazed and horrified at himself.

Even his body felt different now—emptier, lighter, drained in a way that no battle had ever made him feel.

Yet the strange thing was… it wasn’t pain or exhaustion that settled in him. It was awe. He was left speechless by her appetite, and more importantly… her ability to handle him, to survive that level of intensity with a smile.

He let out a dry laugh, ’Morgana really did go easy on me after all… she must’ve held back… She’s a full-blooded succubus, right? No wonder… but why though?’

Still, Aether wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

Determined not to be outdone, he pushed himself to the limit. Every muscle, every nerve, screamed. But he kept going. For her. For her smile, her moans, her hungry caves, her whispered gasps that begged him not to stop.

And somehow, he pulled through. He didn’t tap out. He didn’t fail.

He gave her everything she needed, right to the last breath… and watched her collapse in his arms, her body trembling, her lips parted, sweat glistening on her pale skin.

She was panting, barely conscious, her flower twitching slightly—tender, worn. But on her face… a smile.

“Yummyyy….”

A truly satisfied, glowing smile.

Her monstrous form had long melted away, fading as if her hunger had been the only thing keeping it alive. Now she looked like a peaceful girl curled beside him, breathing softly, completely at rest.

Aether lay beside her, watching her in silence. His eyes traced her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the faint rise and fall of her chest.

’Look at her… so satisfied,’ he thought, a strange warmth spreading in his chest.

He clicked his tongue, amused, but a little alarmed. She had almost drained him dry. Literally. If she hadn’t fallen asleep, who knows what would’ve happened? She might’ve milked him until even his soul started slipping out.

Aether sighed, his gaze drifting to the ceiling.

’Damn, I really need to keep up my game… or she’ll suck me out one day—body, soul, and all.’

And worse… if he couldn’t handle this, he might not even be able to touch his busty fox.

Now that was unacceptable!!

Those Holy Grails!! He should do anything to enjoy them!!

He clenched his fist beneath the sheets.

“I will work hard even more!” he whispered to himself, his voice fierce. He hadn’t even felt this motivated when he was facing death.

This… this was personal.

’Not even when I got fucking killed!’ he thought, gritting his teeth.

But of course, his thoughts couldn’t stay focused for long.

[Bastard! Focus on the real thing!😔]

His Log commented.

He shrugged and pinched Nightfire’s nose gently. She frowned in her sleep, lips puckering slightly. He chuckled at her reaction and leaned in to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Sleep well,” he murmured.

Her frown faded, replaced with a faint, peaceful smile.

Aether groaned, his hips aching as he shifted under the covers. ’Fuck…’

He pushed the quilt aside, revealing his body—sore, drained.

He glanced down at his poor shaft. The thing looked like it had been through a war. It was limp now, soft and curled, sleeping like a baby after the chaos.

’Yeah, figures,’ he sighed, shaking his head.

Just as he was about to close his eyes again—

“Come on… how long are you going to hide?” he called out with a sly grin, his eyes sliding toward the darkened corner of the room where the shadows trembled.

And from those shadows… a familiar presence stepped forward.

Celestia appeared.

She adjusted her glasses with practiced calm, but her eyes flicked toward Nightfire and Aether with an expression that wavered between disbelief and silent pride.

“I can’t believe… you actually tamed a succubus?” she said softly, voice laced with dry amusement and big pride.

After all, it’s her man who tamed her, right?

She was dressed differently this time. Gone were the tight, combat-ready clothes. Instead, she wore something looser, fluffier… almost cute. A black, furry jacket wrapped around her shoulders like a stealthy spy trying too hard to act adorable.

She crossed the room quickly and, without hesitation, threw herself into his arms.

“I missed you~” she whispered.

Aether caught her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

“Me too~” he replied, patting her back… though his hand had already started to wander lower, until—

Squeeze~

“Oi!”

Celestia shot him a deadpan look.

Aether laughed, his voice still hoarse. “Haha… I missed these two too, you know!” he said, giving her ass another generous squeeze.

Oh god, he missed this ass… too much!!

Celestia sighed, resisting the urge to smile. Truth be told, she liked the way he groped her—shameless, bold, playful—but she’d never admit it. Not directly. That would just inflate his already ridiculous ego. Still… it made her heart flutter in a way she couldn’t explain.

She leaned against him a little longer… until suddenly, her body stiffened.

“!!!”

She quickly pushed him back and looked down.

“M-Monster!” she muttered, face flushed and eyes wide in disbelief. Her gaze locked onto the shaft that had clearly been drained minutes ago and yet… somehow was already rising again.

Stiff.

Hard.

For her.

Aether gave her a mischievous grin.

“What? Don’t act like it’s your first time seeing it~” he teased, giving her one more squeeze for good measure.

Celestia flinched. She could feel her body heating up. She knew where this was going.

And that was exactly why she backed off fast.

“Nope!” she barked, holding up her hands as she stepped back like he was a dangerous monster. “Not today! I touch you once, and that’s it—I’m not coming back!”

Aether’s face turned dramatically sorrowful.

“I cannot believe my beloved wife doesn’t want me anymore… am I dirty now?” he whimpered, voice exaggeratedly pitiful.

Celestia’s lips twitched.

“That won’t work on me… believe me!” she snapped, her expression stern—but her ears were red.

“Tsk,” Aether clicked his tongue and smiled softly, shifting gears. “Anyway… what’s the news?”

Celestia exhaled, returning to business mode as she stepped closer and handed him the report.

“Project-X,” she began.

“So far, Pyra, Naiadae, and Aurora have nearly completed the job within their respective empires. There were a few minor complications that the Rulers had to handle, but nothing major. They’ve got it under control.”

Aether nodded as he scanned the page, his eyes skimming through the data. He noticed something.

“Hmm… they modified the structure from the original plan I gave them,” he muttered thoughtfully.

“Using towers, huh…?”

He didn’t mind, though.

He wasn’t exactly a brilliant tactician. He gave them the spark. They built the fire. And seeing how they adapted his idea, improved it, made it their own… it filled him with quiet pride.

He was proud of them… They didn’t follow him blindly.

They chose their own way.

And that… that made all the difference.