Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

But Pyris didn't care about the name—not when his wife was hungry. "Is it to your liking, Seer?" he asked, his hot breath in her ear. She nodded. Pyris kissed her ear, whispering hot breaths while moving up and down. Alexa held herself firm around his neck, moving on her own.

Pyris used one hand while the other...

He turned his eyes attention to Aurelia, his lips finding the sensitive skin of Alexa's neck. He nipped and sucked, eliciting a low moan from her.

His free hand found its way to sister's breasts, moving with precision, making her moan until his fingers were deep in the cave of the Death Dragon. Aurelia didn't stay passive either. She came even closer, pulling Emilia with her. Pyris freed his lips and sucked on Aurelia's breasts.

He pulled Alexa away, making her stand while her body pressed against the glass wall, her ass bent his way. Pyris pushed deeper into her again, taking her from behind.

"Ahhhh~~ I thought you said... you said it would take little time," Alexandra moaned, but she clearly was enjoying this.

"I know, but I also know how hungry my women are." Alexa's back was beautiful, the water slipping onto her ass, going further and adding more wetness while washing away the color of her juices off his cock.

Pyris's hand was still in Aurelia while the other was free. His free hand moved to Emilia, his hands finding her breasts, gently massaging them through the water.@@novelbin@@

The bathroom filled with the sound of their moans and gasps as he moved between them, his touch a symphony of pleasure and pain. He teased them, pushing them to the very edge, then pulling back, leaving them breathless and wanting more.

Alexandra moaned one last time before cumming onto him. But he didn't stop.

"Aaahh, you're so full of energy," Alexa moaned again. Alera, who'd been a quiet observer, made her move too. She went where Alexandra was and knelt down.

"You..." Alexa couldn't say more before her nipples were in the necromancer's mouth. "Ohhhh~~ just you wait..." Alexa moaned.

Alera smiled, her hands teasing Alexa's breasts. The other went for Aurelia.

"You did great, Alera," Pyris praised her. Finally, his eyes moved to Madeline, the beautiful half-elf. She walked in slowly but rhythmically, teasing his gaze. Of all his women, Emilia was the succubus and the most curvaceous, but Madeline almost rivaled Emilia.

His hands suddenly gripped Alexa's hips as he moved faster, no longer deliberate within her. She cried out, her body arching involuntarily. He groaned one last time, and Alexa also moaned loudly as she came again while Pyris finished inside her.

He moved to Aurelia, his movements more urgent, more demanding. She met him with an equal fervor, her nails digging into his back as she arched toward him.

He turned to Emilia, his movements a blur of motion, a whirlwind of passion. She gasped, her head thrown back, her cries echoing through the room.

"You see girls, I have been holding back my insatiable lust, but now..."He moved between them, a whirlwind of sensation, a symphony of pleasure and pain. Madeline came closer and then helped Alera as Pyris took Emilia and Aurelia, his lustful presence flaring, filling the bathroom more than the water did.

He was lost in the moment. When he was done with Emilia and Aurelia, he was consumed by the raw, primal lust that surged through him, listening to their soft moans, their bodies still trembling beneath him.

He claimed Madeline and Alera too, body and soul, and they had surrendered willingly, eagerly. He moved between all of them again, giving them another round. He was like a storm that wrecked their insides before coming back again, making sure he didn't tire them.

Outside the bathroom, Nysa sighed. She'd come to inform him about dinner but only heard their moans. She then extended her hands, accelerating time in the bathroom without anyone knowing.

Pyris didn't know she had this power.

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After their shared moment in the bathroom, Pyris and his women stepped into bedroom, bodies still glistening with water droplets, their hair damp from the steam. The room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the warmth of their shared intimacy. Each of the women carried an undeniable glow, as if they had uncovered something long missing.

Madeline was the first to grab a towel, gently drying Pyris's hair while leaning close enough for her lips to brush his ear.

Alexa and Alera worked in tandem, running their fingers through his wet hair, teasing him with kisses on his temple and neck. Emilia laughed softly, holding out a shirt while sneaking pecks on his shoulders as Aurelia helped button it up. Their movements were unhurried, savoring every moment, sharing lingering touches and affectionate smiles.

"You always manage to ruin us," Aurelia teased, her voice filled with warmth as she leaned against his arm. Her black locks framed her glowing face, her lips still slightly swollen from their earlier passion.

"You're one to talk," Alexa quipped, playfully nudging her sister while adjusting her dress. The room filled with their light laughter as they finished drying each other off and dressing Pyris. His shirt clung perfectly to his frame, and his tailored pants added to his effortlessly commanding presence.

He smiled softly, taking in the sight of his women teasing one another, their bonds now more apparent, their laughter genuine. They were radiant, their beauty amplified by the quiet intimacy they shared.

Yet, amidst the contentment, Pyris couldn't ignore the small ache in his chest. Suzie wasn't here, her absence noticeable even in the lively atmosphere. Her situation was complicated—something he hated. He didn't want to think of her as a fling, and he wasn't about to let her remain one.

And then there was Valarie… her absence felt even heavier, her situation even more tangled. Experience more tales on My Virtual Library Empire

With a deep breath, Pyris pushed the thoughts aside for now. Tonight, there was still much to be done.

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Descending the grand staircase of the Obsidian estate, Pyris and his women moved like a celestial procession, their grace and beauty unmatched. It was as if they were falling from grace, radiant yet untouchable, amidst the eyes of everyone gathered in the living room now.

Emberly, his mother, looked up from her seat, her piercing gaze softening slightly as she took in her son's entrance. Beside her sat Astrid and Zara, both of whom exchanged knowing looks as if silently agreeing on some unspoken thought.

Pyris's teacher stood off to the side, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning him and his women with the faintest hint of approval.

Anastasia was seated near Nysa, the God-Slayer, who leaned back with an amused smirk. The sight of everyone together, their various conversations pausing to watch him, made Pyris chuckle internally.

Rose stood with a tray of drinks, her ever-efficient demeanor faltering as her lips curled into a small smile.

Julienne and Arabella sat together, and Pyris noticed how Julienne's gaze lingered on him, her cheeks flushed, while Arabella seemed to avert her eyes completely, clearly still flustered.

Then there was Elsa, perched on Julienne's lap, giggling at something the older woman whispered. Pyris raised a brow, wondering how the two had bonded so quickly, though it warmed him to see Elsa adapting to her new environment of alot of new people.

Jasper, the president of the Obsidian Roar, stood chatting with Zaranrel, the incubus Pyris had personally recruited into Obsidian Entertainment under Emilia's management. Lizzie and Esmeralda were in deep conversation near the far corner, but Pyris didn't miss the way Lizzie's gaze trailed after him with an intensity that made his blood heat.

Suzie, standing near the window, caught his attention immediately. Her hungry gaze locked onto him, and Pyris couldn't help but feel a surge of vigor, the unspoken tension between them igniting a fire within him.

He made a mental note—later, she would be his.

But for now, his focus was elsewhere. His sharp eyes landed on Alexa, Aurelia, Alera, Emilia, and Madeline on his side, their glow undeniable, satisfaction from rounds of sex each.

And he had a plan for tonight. After dinner, there was someone he intended to conquer. He smirked inwardly, knowing the night was far from over.

As Pyris and his women entered the room, all attention fixated on them. Zara's intense gaze was impossible to ignore. Her sharp, analytical eyes swept over the group, lingering on Pyris with a look that felt like both appraisal and fascination. Her lips pressed into a thin line, as if holding back words that demanded to be said.

There was a flicker of something deeper in her stare—curiosity, perhaps even intrigue—but it was buried beneath her usual composed exterior.

Julienne, on the other hand, couldn't mask her emotions. She tried to seem composed, but her fingers twisted at the hem of her dress. Her wide eyes followed every movement of Pyris and his women, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

She looked as if she were trying to decipher something, to understand her own feelings as much as the dynamics unfolding before her. Her intense focus on him wasn't just admiration—it was yearning wrapped in hesitation.

Astrid sat upright, her posture rigid but her expression softer. Her hands clasped tightly on her lap, betraying her nervous energy.

She watched Pyris with a look that bordered on expectations, there was hope, too—a desperate, silent plea she didn't dare vocalize.

He was her only link to her daughter, and the weight of that realization hung in the air between them.