Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 337 Beg Me Mother*



Zaranrel smirked, his pink eyes glittering. "Entertaining, certainly. But I've learned that in this house, it's best to stay quiet unless you want to become the next target."

Emberly laughed, her voice warm and rich. "Smart man. Though I doubt you'll stay quiet for long. You incubi have a knack for... stirring things up."

Next to him, Jasper shook his head with a chuckle. "He's just pacing himself, Mrs. Obsidian. You know, Zaranrel loves making an entrance."

The incubus grinned, clearly enjoying the banter. "Well, I wouldn't want to outshine the host. It's Boss Pyris's night, after all."

Pyris rolled his eyes but didn't respond, his focus briefly shifting to Julienne. She sat next to Madeline, who was animatedly chatting with Alera.

Alexa noticed and nudged her playfully and whispered "You know, Julienne, you can just say what's on your mind. No one here bites."

Julienne flushed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was just... thinking about tomorrow's launch."

"Uh-huh," Alexa teased, raising a brow. "Sure, that's it."

Across the table, Anastasia smirked as she watched the interaction. She leaned toward Zara, her arms resting on the table. "Do you ever get the feeling that Julienne and Arabella are trying really hard to keep their cool?"

Zara chuckled softly, sipping her wine. "I think we all see it, Anastasia. But let's not make it harder for them. Pyris has a way of throwing people off balance, doesn't he?"

"Like mother, like son," Anastasia quipped, her gaze flicking toward Emberly, who pretended not to hear, her gaze still on Astrid.

Astrid, seated beside Emberly, couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the warmth and ease that filled the room. It had been so long since she'd been part of something like this—a family, albeit an unconventional one.

Emberly said, her tone teasing but gentle. "What? How about you stop admiring my son and tell me what's going?"

Astrid shook her head, offering a small smile. "Just... taking it all in. It's been a while since I've seen anything like this."@@novelbin@@

"Well, don't hold back. Like I said... You're one of us tonight, you're welcome." Emberly replied, raising her glass in a toast.

The clinking of glasses brought a temporary lull to the chatter, but it didn't last long. Emilia leaned toward Aurelia, whispering something that made them both burst into laughter. Alera, ever curious, demanded to know the joke, leading to a playful back-and-forth that even Alexa couldn't resist joining.

Meanwhile, Lizzie and Esmeralda were deep in conversation, their discussion veering into business matters before Pyris interrupted. "Lizzie, Esmeralda, save the work talk for tomorrow. Tonight's about unwinding."

Esmeralda raised a brow, her tone light but with an edge of humor. "Says the man who dragged me out of the office. But fine, boss, I'll play along."

Even Suzie, who had been quiet most of the evening, seemed to relax as the atmosphere grew more vibrant. She caught Pyris's eye and gave him a small smile, a rare softness in her expression.

As the evening wore on, the conversations shifted seamlessly between lighthearted teasing and deeper topics. Nysa, seated near Zara, observed everything with a quiet intensity, her presence grounding yet enigmatic.

"I must admit," Nysa finally said, her voice cutting through the noise, "this is... different from what I'm used to. But I can see why you all cherish it."

"You're part of it now," Zara said with a smirk. "Whether you like it or not, just like how I am teethered. Luckily Mira's missing."

The room erupted into laughter again, and for a moment, even the heavier topics and unspoken tensions seemed to fade away. It was a rare moment of unity, a glimpse of what they were fighting to protect.

Pyris leaned back in his chair, Elsa still perched comfortably on his lap. He glanced around the table, his golden eyes lingering on each face. This was his family—flawed, complicated, and utterly irreplaceable.

And tonight, they were his to protect.

As the dinner wound down, the conversations softened, laughter lingering in the air like the warmth of a fire. Plates were cleared, glasses refilled one last time, and the weight of the day seemed to settle over everyone, replaced with a comforting ease.

Pyris leaned back in his chair, Elsa snuggled against him, her small hands clutching his shirt as her eyelids fluttered with sleep.

Emberly, from her seat at the opposite end of the table, clinked her glass with a spoon, drawing everyone's attention. "Well, I'd say that was a successful gathering," she said, her tone light but laced with the authority of the family matriarch. Her eyes met Pyris's briefly, a flicker of mischief dancing in her gaze.

"But, before we all call it a night, Pyris, I'd like a word with you in my office."

The announcement drew subtle glances around the table, but no one questioned it. Anastasia smirked knowingly, while Alera leaned over to whisper something teasing to Aurelia, earning a soft laugh.

Julienne and Arabella exchanged a curious look, but they quickly returned their focus to their glasses, not daring to intrude.

Pyris sighed inwardly but nodded, carefully shifting Elsa into Alera's arms. "All right, Mother," he said, rising from his seat. He adjusted his shirt and offered a reassuring smile to the others. "Don't get too comfortable without me."

As he walked toward the door, Emberly rose gracefully, her heels clicking against the polished floor. "Try not to keep them waiting too long," she said over her shoulder, a hint of teasing in her tone.

Once they were gone, the conversation around the table picked up again, though it lacked some of the earlier boisterous energy. Zara leaned back in her chair, watching the others with a contented smile, while Astrid silently observed the warmth of the gathering, her expression thoughtful.

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In Emberly's office, the atmosphere shifted. The room was dimly lit, with a soft golden glow emanating from a single lamp on her desk. Emberly gestured for Pyris to take a seat as she poured herself a glass of wine from a decanter.

"Drink?" she offered, holding up a second glass.

"Sure," Pyris said, settling into the chair across from her. He accepted the glass and took a sip, the rich flavor grounding him. "So, what's this about?"

Emberly set her glass down and leaned against the edge of her desk, her arms crossed. "A little check-in, that's all," she said, her voice calm but edged with something unreadable. "Tomorrow's a big day, Pyris. I want to make sure you're ready."

"I'm always ready," he replied, meeting her gaze steadily.

She studied him for a moment, her sharp eyes searching his face. "I know you are. But that's not all, is it? You've been carrying a lot lately—too much, if you ask me."

Pyris let out a short laugh, running a hand through his hair. "When have I ever had the luxury of taking it easy?"

"Never," Emberly admitted, her lips curving into a faint smile. "But that doesn't mean you have to shoulder everything alone. Remember, Pyris, this family doesn't thrive because of one person. We're strong because we stand together."

He nodded, the weight of her words settling in his chest. "I know. And I'll keep that in mind."

Emberly's smile softened, and for a moment, the sharp edge of her usual demeanor melted away. "Good. Now, get some rest. Tomorrow, we show the world exactly what it means to be an Obsidian."

Pyris stood, finishing his drink and setting the glass on her desk. "Goodnight, Mother," he said, his voice warm.

"Goodnight, Pyris," she replied, watching him leave, Emberly let out a long breath, her expression unreadable.

Before Pyris could step out of the door, he paused at the entrance and half-turned back, his gaze steady. "Stop pretending," he said, his tone calm yet lustfully commanding. "Just go on with it."

"Pyris…" her voice softened, almost a whisper. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air. Pyris understood, closing the door behind him, though he didn't lock it.

He walked back into the room and settled into the long leather couch, his posture casual yet deliberate.

"Come here, mother," he said, his voice carrying an edge of authority. Strangely, she obeyed, stepping out from behind her desk.

But instead of joining him on the couch, she leaned against the desk, her movements deliberate. She loosened the top buttons of her shirt, revealing a big teasing glimpse of her cleavage.

"You've made me wait, young dragon… Don't make me wait anymore." Her red lips parted, glistening under the dim office light. Her voice, though soft, carried a note of desperation. "Come, son… Take me this time, please. I've been waiting since last disruption."

Pyris didn't move immediately. Instead, he leaned back into the couch, draping his arms along its top, one leg casually crossed over the other. His demeanor was relaxed, yet his presence dominated the room.

"A little more begging," he said with a faint smirk, his tone both teasing and challenging. Read chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

"Please…" she whispered, her voice trembling with unrestrained desire. Her resolve was crumbling.

Finally, Pyris stood and closed the distance between them in a few strides.


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