Chapter 1141: ~A boring First Night~ [Bonus]

Nyx placed her notebook down carefully and stood up, brushing her robe as if preparing for a practical exam.

"Go on, little scholar... It’s your turn now. Just like how I did it."

Morgana’s voice was laced with mischief, her legs elegantly crossed as she leaned back with a calm, knowing smile.

Nyx approached the bed silently, her eyes fixed on Aether’s cock. Even after releasing so much, it still stood proudly—hard, throbbing, and slightly twitching. The veins along the shaft bulged with stubborn heat, coated in a glistening mixture of Morgana’s wetness and his own thick cum.

She climbed up onto the bed carefully, her movements calculated and deliberate. Then she straddled him, placing her knees beside his waist, wearing a focused expression.

"Since the kiss doesn’t help with baby-making... I’ll skip that part."

Aether raised an eyebrow.

Nyx leaned forward, examining his shaft closely. Her fingers touched the slick coating, rubbing it between her fingers.

"It’s well lubricated already... so, I think I’ll go directly."

She looked toward Morgana for confirmation.

Morgana nodded, her smile faint but approving.

Nyx lifted her skirt slowly, mimicking Morgana’s earlier gesture. She only raised it up to her thighs, careful not to reveal too much. Then she slid her panties to the side, under the skirt her slit was dry. She guided his cock with her fingers, aligning it carefully with her entrance. Her brows furrowed as she took a deep breath.

Then... she began to lower herself.

"Ahhh... ngh..."

Nyx groaned out, her face contorting in pain as her dry folds slowly spread around the thick girth. Her body trembled, her breath shaky.

"That’s why I told you foreplay is important..."

Morgana commented with a slight sigh and a tinge of annoyance in her tone.

"B-But the baby will still come, right?"

Nyx asked, her voice strained from the pain.

"Well... yeah. I suppose baby seeds will still go in."

Nyx gave a small smile, despite the tension in her body. She kept lowering herself, pushing past the ache as her inner walls gradually began to stretch, finally swallowing his cock fully, inch by inch.

Her pussy wrapped around him—dry and unyielding at first. Aether clenched his jaw, feeling the resistance, the sharp friction, the tightness threatening to tear him in half.

If it weren’t for the leftover lubrication from earlier, she might’ve been hurt... badly. But still, he didn’t move. He didn’t react. He just let her do what she wanted.

Morgana narrowed her eyes, watching. Her smile became tighter, legs crossing as she observed how Nyx handled him.

"Not bad... you’re doing quite well,"

Nyx nodded slowly, her expression strained but determined. She took a deep breath, then began to move—lifting her hips slightly and then letting them drop down with a small dry slap.

"Arhh~"

She groaned again, wincing as her insides clung to him tightly.

She didn’t seem to be enjoying it.

"Is it coming?"

She asked with effort, staring at Morgana.

Morgana chuckled lightly.

"Oh dear... You need to move a few more times before he’ll release his seeds."

"I see..."

Nyx nodded again, then resumed moving. Her hips started rocking slowly, mechanical and stiff, bouncing up and down in a repetitive rhythm.

Still, Aether did nothing.

He lay still, barely blinking, his gaze fixed on Nyx’s face. He didn’t thrust. He didn’t touch her. He didn’t even speak. His expression was blank, his eyes dull.

Her pussy started producing its own slick slowly, her body beginning to adjust. The pain dulled as natural lubrication coated his shaft.

But her expression didn’t change.

She wasn’t blushing.

She wasn’t moaning.

There was no excitement.

It was mechanical. Cold. Robotic.

The sounds of their bodies echoed through the room—the slow, wet slap of her ass meeting his thighs—but there was no passion. No spark. No connection.

What was happening here was simply... procreation.

That’s all!!

"It’s not over yet?"

Nyx asked, still bouncing, voice tired.

Morgana sighed as she watched Aether, who hadn’t moved or responded at all.

She knew. She knew this wouldn’t work.

Not like this. His body was reacting, but his spirit wasn’t... His instincts weren’t responding.

She stood up without a word, walking toward the bed. Nyx continued moving, unfazed, staring ahead with that same emotionless look. Morgana moved behind her, then lifted Nyx’s skirt casually and peered down at their connected bodies.

Nyx tilted her head slightly.

"Am I doing something wrong?"

"No, no... It’s just..." Morgana smiled softly, her eyes narrowing. "I have a little trick that might help. Just keep going as you are."

"Oh? Okay then."

Nyx nodded, continuing her motion while Morgana’s gaze locked onto Aether’s cock and sack. She reached between them, her fingers ghosting over his balls. With a soft, practiced touch, she gently cupped them, then began to fondle them slowly, coaxing the tension within. Her nails grazed the skin with perfect pressure, just enough to stimulate without triggering pain.

Her eyes glowed faintly—dangerous, seductive, commanding.

Suddenly—

Aether flinched hard. His back arched.

Spurrtt! Spurrtt! Spurrtt!

Without warning, his cock jerked violently, erupting again. Thick white cum exploded deep inside Nyx’s womb, flooding her in three heavy pulses.

His hips thrust upward reflexively, driving deeper into her just as she sank down.

Nyx gasped, her lips parting as she flinched. Her hands grabbed his chest as her pussy was filled.

It was hot. So hot. The liquid flooded her in seconds, coating her womb, sliding back down around his shaft, dripping from her trembling folds.

Morgana pulled her hand away and clapped gently.

"Well done. You’ve learned fast, Nyx."

Nyx slowly pulled herself up, his cock slipping out of her with a wet pop, followed by a soft trail of creamy warmth sliding down her inner thighs. The thick mixture of his seed and her own fluids dripped lazily... red-white.

She stared down at the mess, blinking once.

"Now... is the baby going to grow?"

Morgana smirked, crossing her arms beneath her chest as she replied casually,

"Not yet, darling. The seeds are planted... but it takes time. And sometimes... the seeds don’t work at all. Which is why... you’ll need to do it every night, got it?"

Nyx nodded seriously, bowing her head like a student receiving critical instructions from her mentor.

"Thank you for your advice. I’ll do my best, then."

Morgana hummed, pleased by her obedience. Then her expression shifted—lips curling with hunger and amusement.

"Since you got what you wanted... what about me?"

Nyx blinked, tilting her head slightly.

"Huh?"

"I’m kind of hungry too, you know... So hand your husband over to me."

Her voice was sweet, yet the undercurrent of need in it was sharp and unmistakable.

Nyx nodded instantly, without a second thought.

"Okay. But I need him at night... like you said. I have to do it every night."

Morgana’s lips curved upward into a sly smile as she watched Nyx turn and walk away. There was no faint trace of hesitation in her steps, but it was subtle—barely noticeable.

Aether, who had been silent the entire time, finally opened his mouth.

"She... doesn’t feel emotions, right?"

Morgana glanced back at him, her expression shifting slightly as she raised her brows.

"Indeed... She’s never felt anything real in her life.

Just a pitiful little soul that couldn’t live... nor die."

There was a flicker of sympathy in her eyes—but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by a cold, dangerous glint.

"Anyway... Now for you to learn your place, brat."

Her voice darkened.

"Next time you dare get near my niece ever again... I’ll make sure your cock never rises again."

She bared her teeth in a sharp smirk—something between a threat and a promise.

Aether met her gaze steadily, he who had been silent suddenly, a crooked grin spreading slowly across his face.

"Oh yeah...? And what exactly are you going to do about it?"

Morgana’s eyes narrowed with anticipation as she licked her lips slowly, sensually.

"I’m going to suck you dry~"

Aether’s grin widened into a full, cocky smirk.

"Oh bitch... please! I was hoping for that. Come on, suck my dick~"

Morgana’s smile immediately soured, but she didn’t react to his tone. She remembered Her Majesty’s warning—he’ll try to provoke you. He’ll bait you with anger to escape or twist the situation.

She wouldn’t fall for it.

She pounced on him like a hungry beast, straddling him again. Without giving him a chance to respond, she took his cock into her pussy—sliding down his length with practiced ease. Just like before, she revealed nothing, her long skirt hiding everything. Her eyes locked onto his as she rode him, expression unreadable.

All she needed to do was suck him dry that’s all!

Aether said nothing.

He simply lay there, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling—his eyes calculating, lips unmoving.

He was planning something.

His thoughts swirled, breaking everything down—the timing, the reactions, Morgana’s rhythm, Nyx’s condition, while his body just cumming and cumming no stop by her.

She was literally milking him!

Meanwhile—

Nyx walked toward the dining room, her steps light but steady. Her expression was calm, but her hand gently rubbed her stomach with a strange, soft affection. A warmth sat in her chest, subtle but new... something she hadn’t shown before.

Her fingers curled slightly, just like they had when she’d touched the baby bed yesterday.

She entered the dining room, only to find it completely empty.

"...Did she not come yet?"

Nyx frowned lightly.

Just then—

"Hai, Hai, Madam~!"

A cheerful voice echoed behind her. A grey-skinned woman ran toward her in a hurry, stopping just a few feet away and giving a clumsy salute.

"Forgive me, Madam! I got caught up dealing with a group of peasants. This unworthy supervisor of yours begs your forgiveness!"

Nyx blinked blankly, staring at her with cold eyes.

"...Next time you’re late, I’ll remove you from the job."

The gray-skinned woman gulped, sweat running down her temple.

"D-Don’t worry, Madam!"

She said quickly, saluting again with panic in her voice.

But then she paused.

Her nostrils flared.

Her head twitched slightly to the side.

Then she stepped forward slowly, sniffing the air near Nyx like a predator catching a familiar scent.

Nyx narrowed her eyes but didn’t move back. She simply stood there,

"What are you doing?"

"I smell... something familiar..."

The grey-skinned woman muttered, her voice low, nostrils flaring again.

"

Sniff, sniff

... Something I’ve always liked... Something I’ve missed..."

She moved closer, sniffing near Nyx’s lower waist. Her eyes widened, stunned. She leaned closer to her crotch area and whispered in shock,

"A-Aether?"

Nightfire muttered his name in disbelief.

Nyx raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.