Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Finally, Pyris stood and closed the distance between them in a few strides. His hands found her waist, and with a firm yet gentle grip, he lifted her onto the desk. She leaned forward, her lips seeking his, but he stopped her with a finger pressed lightly against her mouth.

"We have all night," he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. "Don't rush good things, Emberly."@@novelbin@@

He let his fingers trail from her ear, down the curve of her neck, across her shoulder, and finally to her exposed cleavage. Emberly's breath hitched at the sensation, her body trembling beneath his touch. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a reaction, but her body betrayed her.

"You've fallen way too far for your son, haven't you?" Pyris said, his tone laced with both amusement and satisfaction.

Her lips parted, as though to respond, but no words came. Instead, when he gently slipped a finger between her lips, she moaned softly sucking the finger in her mouth, her body succumbing to the intensity of the moment as she sucked on it, her gaze locked on his.

Pyris tilted his head, watching her every move as though he was savoring the moment. His finger lingered in her mouth for just a second longer before he withdrew it, trailing it lightly along her lips. Emberly's breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling as if every touch from him ignited something buried deep inside her.

"You know," Pyris began, his voice calm but teasing, "I thought the infamous Emberly Obsidian didn't beg for anything. Guess I was wrong."

Her hands trembled slightly as they reached for him, tugging at his shirt. "I'm still your mother, Pyris," she said with a shaky laugh, her tone half-playful, half-desperate. "Don't make me beg too much. It's unbecoming."

He smirked, lowering his face closer to hers. "And yet, here you are mother," he whispered against her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Completely at my mercy."

Her resolve wavered. She couldn't find a retort, not when his presence overwhelmed her so effortlessly. She let out a soft sigh as he placed his hands on her thighs, slowly spreading them apart. He wasn't rushing; every movement was deliberate, calculated, and agonizingly slow.

"Son…" she murmured again, her voice trailing off into silence when his lips brushed the side of her neck.

"You've waited this long," he murmured against her skin, his lips leaving a trail of warmth. "A little more patience won't hurt, will it, mother?"

She gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her knuckles turning white. He was toying with her now, and the realization only made the ache in her chest—and elsewhere—grow stronger. "You're cruel," she whispered, her voice shaky.

"And you love it," he replied smoothly, his hands tracing the curve of her waist, sliding beneath the fabric of her shirt.

Her body arched instinctively, her fingers tangling in his hair. "If you're going to keep playing with me…" she began, her voice low but firm, "...then don't stop until I can't think straight anymore."

He chuckled, the sound deep and full of mischief. "That's the plan," he said, his lips brushing against hers but never fully connecting, just close enough to drive her wild.

The tension in the room crackled like lightning, neither of them willing to fully give in just yet. Pyris pulled back slightly, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he studied her flushed face. "Let's see how far you can fall, mother."

Her only response was a daring smirk as she pulled him closer, their game of push and pull far from over. Pyris's smirk deepened as he took in Emberly's flushed face, her composed demeanor slipping more and more with every passing second. Slowly, he stepped closer, giving in to her pull, his fingers trailing over the edges of her skirt.

"You've dressed to tempt me, haven't you?" he teased, his voice smooth as silk. His hands slid lower, grazing her thighs. Then, with deliberate slowness, he grasped the hem of her skirt and eased it higher, baring more of her skin inch by inch.

Emberly inhaled sharply, her grip tightening on the edge of the desk as he continued his languid movements. "Pyris," she began, her voice shaking but firm, "if you're going to torture me like—"

He placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. "Shh, patience," he murmured, his golden eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. "I told you, we've got all night."

With her skirt now resting just above her thighs, he stepped between her legs, his hands resting lightly on her hips. Emberly couldn't stop the way her body leaned into him, her composure unraveling with every second of his proximity.

His hands moved up to her waist, firm but not hurried. "The great Emberly Obsidian, completely undone by her own son."

Her breath caught as his lips hovered just over hers, their closeness almost unbearable. "You're playing with fire," she managed to whisper, her voice thick with emotion.

"And yet, you keep getting burned," he countered, his voice soft but edged with a challenge. His hands slid from her waist to the small of her back, drawing her closer.

For a moment, the tension hung in the air, heavy and electric. Pyris didn't rush, letting the moment stretch as Emberly's resolve faltered further, her hands slowly coming to rest on his chest.

"Don't make me beg more than I already have," she said softly, her voice trembling but resolute.

He smiled, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Begging suits you mother," he whispered, his tone both playful and commanding.

Her head tilted slightly, exposing her neck. "Then stop making me wait," she murmured, her tone laced with surrender.

He chuckled low in his throat, his hands sliding further up her back. "All you had to do was ask."

Pyris knelt between her legs, spreading them further. Before his eyes was a heavenly sight: Emberly's lace panties, pink and soaked with her arousal.

"You're so turned on, huh?" he smirked, though he didn't tease her further. Slowly, he brought his lips closer, inhaling deeply. Her bare skin carried a scent so intoxicating he couldn't resist taking in another long sniff.

"Mmm~~," Emberly sighed, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. Pyris smiled and pressed his lips to her thigh, his hands caressing the soft skin that had remained untouched by any man for decades.

"You're the hottest of all the women I know, Mother. Your presence sets me on fire, my mother," he murmured, his voice heavy with sincerity.

"Son~ I have been waiting for you... for so long," she moaned. Pyris couldn't stop himself—his lips trailed her thighs, kissing every inch, leaving no space untouched.

Emberly trembled beneath his touch, moaning softly as her hand instinctively pushed his head closer, eager for more. Pyris, ever attentive, let his lips explore deeper into the sensitive hollows of her inner thighs, his hands grazing her skin as if committing her to memory.

With a single motion, he unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall open to reveal her pink bra, framing her big breasts perfectly. Pyris paused for a moment, admiring the view before unhooking the clasp. The bra slipped away, leaving her bare.

"You're beautiful, Emberly," he said, his voice reverent as his hands found her breasts, cupping them gently.

"Mmm~~ And I want you to have this beautiful body and soul, son. Don't keep a lady waiting," Emberly whispered, her voice trembling with need.

"Gladly," he replied, claiming her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues danced in a battle of dominance, the kiss raw and passionate. When Emberly broke away, breathless, Pyris continued, trailing kisses down her neck and chest.

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His lips found her erect nipples, teasing them while his hand slipped between her thighs. Even through the soaked lace, he could feel her heat. Emberly gasped as his fingers pressed against her, teasing the folds beneath the wet fabric.

"Pyris~~," she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as his thumb circled her clit. "Ahhh~~ you're gonna make me cum!" Her voice was desperate, her body trembling under his ministrations.

Pyris smirked inwardly as he slid the fabric aside, his fingers dipping into her wetness. His thumb worked her clit with practiced precision while his fingers explored deeper.

He removed his fingers and took the sniff of her wetness, damn, it was so good. He put them back in, Emberly moaned louder, hugging him tightly and biting into his neck as waves of pleasure overtook her. Her tightness surprised Pyris—despite bearing three children, she felt as though untouched.

"This is a nuisance," Emberly muttered, her voice ragged with desire. With a wave of her hand, her skirt and panties vanished into ashes along with Pyris's clothes, leaving them both naked.

"Now take me," she urged, her gaze filled with hunger as she admired his sculpted body.

"Beg me," Pyris teased, leaning back slightly, enjoying her vulnerability.

"Please, Pyris," she begged, her voice trembling. "I want you to fuck me now…"

"Gladly," he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But not here."

Before Emberly could protest, Pyris teleported them away. However, in the split second before they vanished, Emberly had already positioned herself, guiding his dick into the slick heat of her pussy, forcing a gasp from both of them as they disappeared into the night.