Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 366: Hot Bathtub Fuck Of Ice Master

Morning light filtered through the heavy velvet drapes of the suite in The Silver Pine Inn, casting thin, golden beams across the chaotic landscape of the bed. The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of musk, sweat, and the distinct, salty tang of sex.

Yun Lan stirred, a low groan escaping her lips as consciousness slowly drifted back to her. Her body felt heavy, incredibly heavy, as if her bones had been replaced with lead. Every muscle ached with a dull, throbbing soreness, particularly her inner thighs and her hips. She felt sticky, her skin coated in dried fluids—evidence of the frantic, desperate "healing" session that had lasted until the early hours of the morning.

She blinked her eyes open, expecting to see the ceiling of her ice cave, or perhaps the austere roof of her sect chambers. Instead, she saw the wooden beams of the inn.

And then, she felt the movement beside her.

She turned her head slowly. Alaric was there. He was propped up on one elbow, watching her with a soft, reverent smile playing on his lips. His golden hair was messy, falling into his red eyes, giving him a boyish, charming appearance that belied the intensity of the night before.

Yun Lan tensed, expecting him to be weak, to be shivering again. She reached out a hand, panic flaring in her chest. "Alaric... are you... is the cold..."

"I’m fine," Alaric interrupted gently, capturing her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm.

He didn’t look like a dying man anymore. His skin had regained a healthy, flushed color. His eyes were bright. The trembling was gone.

"You healed me," Alaric whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I can feel the warmth in my chest. The Cold Poison... you drew it all out. I feel... stronger. Because of you."

Yun Lan let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. "It worked," she whispered, a wave of relief washing over her. The guilt that had been crushing her chest lightened. The sacrifice of her body, the betrayal of her morals... it hadn’t been for nothing. He was alive.

"I owe you everything," Alaric murmured. He sat up, the sheet falling away to reveal his toned, naked chest. Yun Lan quickly averted her eyes, a fierce blush heating her cheeks as flashes of the night before—his chest pressing against hers, his sweat mingling with hers—assaulted her memory.

"We should... we should clean up," Yun Lan stammered, trying to sit up. She winced as a sharp ache shot through her lower body. Her legs felt like jelly. "I... I need a moment."

"No," Alaric said firmly. "You took care of me all night. You gave me your body, your warmth, your very essence. Let me serve you now."

He threw the covers off completely.

Yun Lan gasped, instinctively trying to cover herself with her arms. She was naked, her curvaceous body exposed to the morning light. Her pale skin was marked with love bites on her neck and collarbone. Her massive breasts, heavy and soft, bore the faint red imprints of his fingers. Her stomach and thighs were painted with dried white streaks of his seed.

"Alaric! Don’t look!" she cried, shame flooding her.

"How can I not look when you are this beautiful?" Alaric asked, his voice low and hungry.

He scooped her up effortlessly.

"Alaric!" she squeaked, grabbing his shoulders for balance as the room spun. "Put me down! I am heavy! You are still recovering!"

"You are lighter than a feather," he lied smoothly, adjusting his grip. One arm was under her back, the other hooked firmly under her knees. The position pressed her wide, bubbly hips against his chest. He looked down at her, his eyes tracing the curve of her waist to the flare of her hips. "And I told you... I am strong now. You made me strong."

He carried her across the room, ignoring her weak protests. He kicked open the door to the attached bathroom.

Steam billowed out, warm and scented with lavender and rose.

Alaric had prepared. While she was sleeping, he had used a simple fire spell to heat the massive marble tub that dominated the room, filling it with water and expensive oils he had taken from Ya Su’s inventory.

"The water..." Yun Lan whispered, the warmth hitting her skin. "When did you..."

"While you were sleeping," Alaric said. "I wanted it to be perfect for you."

He walked to the edge of the tub. The water was steaming, inviting. He stepped in, still holding her, his trousers (which he had quickly pulled on while she slept, only to discard now) left at the door.

He lowered her gently into the water.

"Oh..." Yun Lan sighed as the hot water surrounded her. It was soothing, easing the ache in her muscles, washing away the stickiness on her skin. She leaned back against the marble rim, the water rising to her chest, obscuring her nudity but doing nothing to hide the twin islands of her breasts floating on the surface.

Alaric stepped in after her. The water displaced, rising higher. He sat opposite her for a moment, just looking.

"Let me wash you," he said softly, picking up a large, soft sea sponge from the rim.

"I can do it myself," Yun Lan murmured, though she made no move to take the sponge. Her arms felt too heavy.

"Please," Alaric said. "Allow me this honor."

He moved closer, the water swirling around them. He began with her shoulders. He squeezed warm water from the sponge over her neck, gently scrubbing away the sweat. His touch was reverent, careful, like he was cleaning a priceless statue of a goddess.

"Your skin is like white jade," he complimented her, his voice a hypnotic rhythm against the sound of the water. "Flawless. Cool to the touch, yet burning with life."

Yun Lan closed her eyes, relaxing into the sensation. The tension that had held her rigid for days began to bleed out of her. She felt pampered. Cherished. In the sect, she was the Master, the one who took care of everyone else. No one ever took care of her.

"Lift your arm," Alaric whispered.

She obeyed. He washed her arms, her underarms, his movements slow and deliberate.

Then, he moved the sponge lower.

He circled her massive breasts. The sponge was soft, but the weight of his hand behind it was firm. He cleaned the slopes, the undersides, the valley between them.

"So beautiful," he murmured. "So generous."

The cleaning turned from hygiene to foreplay imperceptibly. The sponge lingered too long on the peaks. His fingers brushed against her nipples more often than necessary.

Yun Lan’s breath hitched. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her chest with naked hunger.

"Alaric..." she warned weakly.

"I’m just washing you," he whispered, discarding the sponge. "The sponge is too rough for this part. My hands are better."

He lathered his hands with a bar of scented soap.

He moved behind her, pulling her back until her back rested against his broad, naked chest. He wrapped his arms around her, his soapy hands covering her breasts completely.

"So heavy," he whispered right into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. He hefted them, weighing the soft flesh in his palms. "So perfect. How did the heavens create such a woman?"

He began to massage them, the soap making his hands glide effortlessly over her skin. He squeezed, molded, and caressed.

"They are... they are too big," Yun Lan whispered, self-conscious. "They are cumbersome for a cultivator."

"They are a gift," Alaric corrected, pinching her nipples gently. They hardened instantly in the warm water, turning a deep, inviting pink. "A gift for the man lucky enough to hold them."

Yun Lan leaned her head back on his shoulder, overwhelmed by the sensation. "Alaric... we should... wash quickly. The water..."

"I am washing you," he said innocently. "Every inch."

His hands slid down from her breasts, over her ribcage, over her flat stomach. He traced the line of her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there.

"Especially here," he whispered. "Where you healed me the most."

He spread her legs under the water.

Yun Lan gasped as his hand dove between her thighs. The water amplified the sensation.

"Alaric! No!"

"Shh," he soothed. "I’m just cleaning you. You’re still sticky here."

His fingers found her entrance. He rubbed gently, cleaning away the remnants of the night, but then... he slipped a finger inside.

Yun Lan arched her back, a splash of water hitting the floor.

"You are still sensitive," Alaric noted, his voice dropping an octave. He felt her inner muscles clamp around his finger. "And you are wet. Not just from the bath water. Your body wants me, Yun Lan. Don’t deny it."

"I... I am just... sore..." she protested feebly.

"Sore means you felt it," he whispered. "Sore means I marked you."

He turned her around in the tub. Now she was facing him. She was kneeling in the water, the surface lapping at her breasts. He sat on his heels, looking up at her.

"Kiss me," he commanded softly.

It wasn’t a request.

Yun Lan looked down at him. Her resistance was worn down by fatigue, by the heat of the water, and by the relentless, confusing pleasure he inflicted on her.

She leaned down. She kissed him.

He tasted of mint and desire. He kissed her back deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, reclaiming her.

He stood up, the water sluicing off his muscular body. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly.

"Up," he grunted.

He placed her on the wide marble edge of the tub. Her legs were spread wide, her feet still in the water, but her torso was exposed to the cool air of the room.

Before she could complain about the cold, Alaric leaned forward and buried his face in her wet chest.

"Alaric!"

He sucked. He took one massive, soapy nipple into his mouth and suckled hard. His tongue swirled around the areola, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub.

"Oh!" Yun Lan moaned, her hands gripping the cold marble edge of the tub. Her head fell back. "Alaric... please..."

He moved to the other breast, worshipping it with equal fervor. He licked the water droplets from her skin, his hands kneading her thighs, pushing them wider apart.

"You taste like flowers," he mumbled against her skin. "My winter flower."

He stood up straight, stepping between her spread legs. His erection was rigid, glistening with water, pressing against her thigh.

"Alaric... we can’t..." Yun Lan breathed, looking at the massive weapon. "I am sore... I can’t take it again so soon..."

"I won’t put it in," Alaric promised, his eyes locking onto hers with a look of pure sincerity. "I know you are tired. I just... I just want to feel the warmth. I just want to be close to you. Just the tip. I promise."

Yun Lan bit her lip. "Just... the tip?"

"I swear," Alaric lied.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her forward until her buttocks were hanging slightly off the edge. He lined himself up with her entrance. She was pink, swollen, and glistening.

He pressed the head of his cock against her slit.

"See?" he whispered. "Just touching."

Yun Lan relaxed slightly. The pressure felt good. Grounding.

"Kiss me, Yun Lan," he whispered, leaning in.

She closed her eyes and leaned forward to meet his lips.

The moment their lips touched, Alaric thrust.

He didn’t ease in. He didn’t go slow. He drove his hips forward with a powerful, singular motion, burying himself to the hilt in one split second.

"MMMMPH!"

Yun Lan’s scream was muffled by his mouth. Her eyes flew open wide in shock and overwhelming sensation. The sudden intrusion stretched her, filled her, and hit a spot deep inside that sent a bolt of white-hot lightning through her nervous system.

She tried to pull back, tried to push him away, but he held her firm, his arms wrapping around her back, crushing her breasts against his chest. He deepened the kiss, swallowing her cry, his tongue invading her mouth just as his cock invaded her body.

The shock faded within seconds, replaced by a devastating wave of pleasure. He was so big. So full. The water acted as a perfect lubricant, and the heat of the bath had relaxed her muscles enough to take him.

By the time he broke the kiss, gasping for air, Yun Lan was panting, her face flushed, her eyes glazed.

"You... you liar..." she whispered, breathless. "You put it... all the way in..."

"I couldn’t help it," Alaric groaned, holding perfectly still deep inside her. "You sucked me in. Your body demanded it."

"Take it out..." she tried to say, but her hips betrayed her, giving a tiny, involuntary twitch forward.

"Too late," Alaric growled.

He began to move.

It started slow—a grinding, circular motion that targeted the walls of her sheath. The water sloshed around them, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin.

"Alaric..." Yun Lan moaned, her head falling back. She couldn’t ask him to stop. It felt too good. It felt like he was completing a circuit that had been broken.

He picked up the pace.

"You are mine, Yun Lan," he whispered into her ear, biting the lobe. "My healer. My savior. My woman."

"I... I am tired..." she protested weakly, her head lulling.

"I will give you energy," Alaric said.

He subtly activated a spell—Vitality Resonance. He channeled a small amount of his own Mana into her nervous system. It wasn’t enough to heal her soreness fully, but it was like a shot of adrenaline. It woke her nerve endings up. It forced her body to remain awake, alert, and hyper-sensitive.

"No sleeping," he commanded. "Look at me."

They fucked for hours.

The water in the tub eventually went cold. Alaric, without breaking his rhythm, channeled fire magic into the water, heating it back up to a steamy simmer within seconds.

He changed positions, taking full advantage of the buoyancy.

He sat in the tub, pulling her down onto his lap. She straddled him, the water covering her waist. He held her massive breasts, watching them bounce heavily as she rode him.

"Look at them," he growled, squeezing the soft flesh. "They love this. They bounce for me."

"Alaric... ah! Ah! Too deep!"

He flipped her over. He bent her over the edge of the tub, her face pressed into a towel on the marble rim, her ass in the air.

He admired her round, curvaceous buttocks, shimmering with water.

Smack.

He slapped her ass. Her flesh jiggled, turning a delightful pink.

"Look at this ass," he taunted gently, thrusting into her from behind. "Taking me so deep. You were made for this, Yun Lan. You weren’t made to sit on a frozen throne. You were made to take a cock."

"No... I am a Sect Master..." she sobbed into the towel, though she pushed back against him.

"You were a Sect Master," Alaric corrected, grabbing her hips and pounding harder. "Now you are just a woman. My woman."

He dragged her out of the tub, dripping wet, and stood her in front of the large, fogged-up mirror that spanned one wall. He wiped the glass clean with a wave of his hand.

"Look," he commanded.

He pressed her against the vanity, entering her from behind again.

"Look at us."

Yun Lan was forced to look. She saw herself—hair wet and plastered to her back, face flushed red, mouth open in a silent moan. And behind her, Alaric. Tall, muscular, golden, dominating her completely. She saw where their bodies connected, saw him disappearing inside her, saw her own body stretching to accommodate him.

"Who is that woman?" Alaric whispered in her ear, meeting her eyes in the reflection.

"I... I don’t know..."

"That is Yun Lan," he said. "The real Yun Lan. The one who loves pleasure. The one who loves me."

"I... ah! Yes... yes!"

She felt her identity crumbling. The icy facade she had built over forty years shattered under the relentless assault of pleasure and degradation. She wasn’t the Ice Master. She was just a vessel for his pleasure. And she loved it.

She climaxes. It hit her like a tidal wave. Her legs gave out, her vision went white. She screamed, a raw, primal sound that echoed off the tiles.

"Cum for me," Alaric growled. "Empty yourself."

Her body twitched violently around him, milking him.

But Alaric didn’t stop. He kept going, riding her through the aftershocks, keeping her on the edge.

He made her climax again. And again. Until her voice was hoarse, until she was dry-heaving from the intensity, until she was begging him to stop or kill her because she couldn’t take anymore.

Finally, as the sun began to dip low in the sky outside, Alaric allowed it to end.

He pulled her back into the water, holding her tight against his chest.

"One last time," he whispered. "To seal it."

He thrust deep, hitting her womb. He roared, his body tensing as he unleashed a flood of seed into her. He filled her completely, the warm fluid mixing with her own juices.

Yun Lan slumped against him, unconscious for a second before the adrenaline kicked back in. She was limp. Broken.

Alaric held her there for a long time, stroking her wet hair.

"Good girl," he whispered.

He washed her limp body again. He was tender now, gentle as a mother washing a child. He cleaned her thighs, her back, her breasts. He treated her like a precious, fragile doll that he had just finished playing with.

He stepped out of the tub, carrying her in his arms. He dried her off with a thick, warm towel, patting her skin dry. She didn’t move. She just let him manipulate her limbs, her mind completely blank, rebooting.

He wrapped the towel around her and carried her back to the bedroom.

He laid her on the fresh sheets he had requested the innkeeper to change while they were in the bath.

Yun Lan stared up at the ceiling, her eyes empty but peaceful.

Alaric lay down beside her, pulling the furs over them.

"Rest now, my love," he whispered.

Yun Lan closed her eyes. The cold was gone. Only the fire remained. And the man who stoked it.