"You are my fiancée? Well, it must be painful indeed to be parted from your former fiancé—Brat or Brad or whatever his name was… isn't it, Lady Stephanie?" Aqua Redgrave chuckled as he greeted the fiancée granted to him in this world by Earl Offrey, an arrangement agreed upon by the Redgrave Family in exchange for Elf Island and their alliance.
The Impregnation System in his mind suddenly beeped.
[Quest: Breed Stephanie Fou Offrey]
[Reward: Arc Reactor (Marvel), Invisibility Cloak (Harry Potter)]
Sounds good to me.
It seemed the system's standard for breeding targets was canon characters from franchises, not random women.
No wonder the system never gave him a quest to cuck Lin Feng's jade beauties. He wouldn't have minded trolling the guy and using his Mystic Eyes of Lust on those women if the system had beeped and required him to breed them.
But since they were useless, he had no desire for such random jade beauties that could be found anywhere in China or the cultivation world.
Whether you liked it or not, jade beauties were everywhere—about as common as cabbage you could pick at will in a country like China.
After all, every garbage cultivation story or trashy urban Chinese novel never forgot to include them. That meant they were basically a common commodity in that genre.
Moreover, most of them were useless despite the exaggerated descriptions of their cultivation levels and so-called genius status.
More often than not, they brought trouble that outweighed their worth. Compared to the many heroines in anime who were actually useful, Aqua had no interest in adding such women to his side—especially the type who would only attract a swarm of useless men, like fake young masters such as Lin Feng, and drag him into pointless conflicts.
Aqua hated unnecessary trouble.
He much preferred turning his problems into other people's problems.
Simple. Efficient. Satisfying.
His gaze settled fully on Stephanie Fou Offrey.
Light blonde hair neatly braided into two thick plaits that framed her face, a straight fringe brushing her forehead.
She wasn't a devastating beauty by some exaggerated standard—her face was pretty and aristocratic—but nothing that would stop traffic.
What really caught the eye was her body: tall, curvaceous, hips wide enough to grip, breasts heavy and full, straining slightly against the fitted bodice of her dress.
The kind of hourglass figure made for being bent over furniture, pinned against walls, filled until she couldn't walk straight.
She shifted under his blatant appraisal, cheeks faintly pink, but held his gaze with surprising composure.
"It's Brad," she corrected quietly, voice steady despite the humiliation threaded through the words. "Lord Redgrave. We were engaged previously… though we never truly met. I only ever saw him from a distance."
"Well, let's just call him Brat then—he sounds like a brat to me." Aqua chuckled, amused at the humiliation of stealing the Crown Prince's entourage girl.
Anyway, in the future, the guy would end up clowning his sister just because Crown Prince felt entitled to do so.
He's going to take what he's owed—and take it in full.
He stepped closer until the heat of his body pressed against hers.
Stephanie had to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze, her light blonde braids swaying slightly with the motion.
Her pale golden eyes met his—wide, uncertain, flickering with the weight of her father's ultimatum: secure this alliance by any means necessary, or be cast out, the family business ruined, her name dragged through scandal.
She didn't want a stranger's hands on her the first time they met. She didn't want any of this.
But she endured.
Aqua's voice dropped, low and intimate.
"Stephanie… I spoke with your father. He promised me a beautiful, obedient girl. One who knows exactly what she should and shouldn't do. I demanded the perfect wife material, and he swore you'd deliver."
His hand slid down her back, slow and deliberate, until his palm cupped the full curve of her ass.
He squeezed—firm but controlled—fingers digging just enough to feel the soft give of her flesh through the fabric. "Are you that perfect girl?"
She swallowed hard.
Her breath came shallow, chest rising and falling faster under the tight bodice that cradled her heavy breasts.
"My life is yours, Lord Redgrave," she whispered, voice trembling but steady enough to carry the words.
Aqua's chuckle was dark, pleased.
He shifted his hips forward deliberately, letting the thick ridge of his erection press hot and insistent against the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
The thin layers of her dress and his trousers did nothing to hide how hard he already was—long, heavy, throbbing with intent.
"Then prove it," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Prove your loyalty. Prove who you belong to now. Show me just how forgettable that Brat of a fiancé really is."
His free hand caught her chin, tilting her face up further so she couldn't look away.
His thumb traced the plump curve of her lower lip, parting it slightly.
"On your knees, Stephanie," he said softly, command wrapped in velvet. "Show me how a perfect wife greets her husband. Open that pretty mouth and take what's yours to worship. Make me forget there was ever anyone else before me."
[Mystic Eyes of Lust Activated.]
Her thighs trembled. Her nipples had already stiffened against the silk of her bodice, traitorous peaks pressing visibly through the fabric.
Between her legs she felt the first shameful bloom of heat, a slick warmth she couldn't ignore no matter how much she wanted to.
She hesitated only a heartbeat—then slowly, gracefully, she sank to her knees before him, braids falling forward over her shoulders like golden ropes.
Her hands rose, tentative at first, then steadier as she reached for the laces of his trousers.
The moment her fingers brushed the straining bulge beneath, Aqua let out a low, approving groan.
"Good girl," he breathed, threading his fingers into her hair. "Now open wide… and show me exactly how eager you are to forget him."
Afterward, Stephanie parted her lips obediently, trembling slightly as she looked up at him.
Aqua's grin widened into something predatory and satisfied.
He reached down, unzipped his trousers with deliberate slowness, and freed his cock—thick, veined, already fully erect and flushed dark at the head.
It bobbed heavily in front of her face, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
He stroked her braided hair gently at first, almost tenderly, fingers combing through the soft blonde strands like she was something precious.
Then his grip tightened.
He guided the swollen head past her lips, pushing in slow but insistent until the thick shaft stretched her mouth wide.
Stephanie gagged immediately—the sheer girth forcing her jaw to ache, the salty heat of him filling her senses.
Her throat spasmed around the intrusion, eyes watering as she struggled to adjust.
Aqua didn't rush.
He held her head steady with both hands buried in her hair and began to thrust—slow, shallow rolls of his hips at first, letting her get used to the rhythm, the weight, the way he filled every corner of her mouth.
Her hands flew up instinctively, palms pressing flat against the hard muscle of his thighs for balance as he fed more of himself deeper with each careful slide.
Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, dripping in thin strings down her chin.
Her tongue flattened instinctively along the underside of his shaft, tracing the pulsing vein as he rocked forward.
When her breathing steadied and the initial panic eased, Aqua's pace changed.
He pulled back almost to the tip—letting her suckle desperately on the head—then drove forward again, deeper, harder.
Each thrust now bottomed out against the back of her throat, forcing her nose to brush his pubic bone.
Her gags turned wet and rhythmic, muffled around his length, but she didn't pull away.
She couldn't.
Wouldn't.
The wet, obscene sounds of her throat working him filled the quiet room—gluck-gluck-gluck—mixed with his low, ragged breaths.
He fucked her face with growing intensity, hips snapping forward, balls tapping lightly against her chin with every deep plunge.
Her throat felt raw, used, claimed—like it existed only for this, for him.
When the pressure coiled tight in his gut, he gave no warning.
With a low, guttural groan that vibrated through his entire body, Aqua buried himself to the hilt.
His cock pulsed violently, swelling even thicker as he came straight down her throat in thick, hot spurts.
Rope after rope flooded her, making her to swallow convulsively or drown in it.
Her throat milked him instinctively, rippling around his length as she gulped down every pulse.
Some still escaped—creamy white leaking from the tight seal of her lips, dribbling in slow, pearly strands down her chin and onto the swell of her breasts.
He held her there, impaled and helpless, until the last tremor faded and every drop had been wrung from him.
Only then did he slowly withdraw.
His glistening cock slipped free with a wet, filthy pop, strings of saliva and cum connecting the tip to her swollen lips for a heartbeat before snapping.
Stephanie coughed hard once, gasping for air, chest heaving.
Her lips were puffy and red, chin slick and shining with spit and his release.
Aqua tilted her face up with two fingers under her chin, making her to meet his eyes again.
Her gaze was glassy, dazed, utterly submissive.
"Good girl," he murmured, voice soft but thick with satisfaction.
His thumb dragged across her lower lip, smearing a thick streak of his cum over the plump curve like war paint. "You've already proved your loyalty. Proved that Brat means absolutely nothing to you now. That's good."
He leaned down, brushing a surprisingly gentle kiss against her forehead—almost tender, almost loving.
Then his voice dropped again, dark and promising.
"Now open wider, Stephanie. We're not finished. Not until I've properly marked every inch of you as mine."
His cock—still half-hard, slick and heavy—twitched against her cheek as he waited, already beginning to swell again at the sight of her on her knees.
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