Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 367: Dominating Ice Master

The morning sun pierced through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains of the Silver Pine Inn, casting thin, dusty beams of light across the chaotic landscape of the bed. The room smelled of musk, sweat, and the heavy, salty tang of a long night of passion.

Yun Lan stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Her body felt heavy, anchored to the mattress by a profound, bone-deep exhaustion. But it wasn’t just tiredness; it was a soreness that radiated from her inner thighs, her hips, and deep within her womb.

Memories of the previous night—and the early morning in the bathroom—flooded her mind. The steam. The water. The way Alaric had bent her over the marble tub. The way he had made her look at herself in the mirror as he claimed her over and over again.

She flushed, pulling the silk sheet up to her chin.

’I... I let him do everything,’ she thought, a mix of shame and resignation washing over her. ’I am the former Sect Master of the Frozen Cloud Asgard. I was known as the Ice Fairy. And yet... I let a man take me in a bathtub like a common concubine. I let him slap me. I let him mark me.’

She turned her head slightly to look at the man sleeping beside her.

Alaric lay on his back, one arm thrown over his head, the sheet pooling at his waist to reveal his sculpted, naked chest. He looked peaceful in sleep, his golden hair messy, his face devoid of the pain that had racked him the day before.

Yun Lan watched the steady rise and fall of his chest.

’He is not as innocent as I thought,’ she realized, the fog of the "medical necessity" clearing in the harsh light of day. ’Last night... in the bath... he enjoyed it too much. He was too skilled. Too demanding. A man in pain doesn’t fuck like a starving wolf.’

She knew, deep down, that she had been tricked. At least partially. Perhaps the cold poison was real—she had felt the transfer—but the extent of his helplessness? That was a lie. He had manipulated her. He had used her guilt to get into her bed, and then he had used her body to satiate a lust that seemed bottomless.

But as she looked at him, she found that she couldn’t summon any anger.

’He saved me,’ she reminded herself. ’When I was frozen in that ice, waiting to die... he was the one who burned his future to save me. Feng Xiao... Feng Xiao wasn’t there. Feng Xiao left me to go on his adventures. He left me alone in that cold dark.’

A seed of bitterness toward her former lover, watered by Alaric’s devotion, began to sprout. And alongside it, a fondness for the man beside her took root. Alaric might be lustful, he might be a bit twisted, but he was here. He was warm. He wanted her.

’I am not pure anyway,’ she thought, a tear slipping from her eye. ’Feng Xiao took my virginity years ago. I am damaged goods. If Alaric wants me... if he accepts me despite my past... then who am I to refuse him? I owe him my life.’

With a sigh of surrender, she relaxed into the mattress. She would accept this. She would accept this slightly evil, possessive side of him. It was better than the cold.

Beside her, Alaric shifted.

His eyes opened.

There was no grogginess. No disorientation. His ruby eyes snapped open, clear and sharp, instantly locking onto her face. The softness she had seen the day before—the pleading, pitiful look of a dying man—was gone. In its place was a dark, intense hunger that made her breath hitch.

"Good morning, my love," Alaric purred, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in his chest.

He didn’t wait for a response. He reached out, his arm hooking around her waist, and pulled her forcefully against him. Their naked bodies collided—soft female curves meeting hard muscle.

He kissed her.

It wasn’t a gentle morning greeting. It was a claiming. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, dominating her. His hand moved up to the back of her head, holding her in place, forcing her to accept his aggression.

Yun Lan gasped into his mouth, her hands instinctively coming up to rest on his chest. She felt his heart beating—strong, steady, powerful.

And she felt something else.

Alaric was hard. Rock hard. His erection pressed firmly against her thigh, hot and demanding.

She broke the kiss, breathless, her eyes wide. "Alaric... surely not... not again..."

"Why not?" Alaric asked, his hand moving down to cup her massive breast, squeezing the soft flesh possessively.

"You... we did it all night..." she stammered, her face burning. "You must be tired. Your body..."

"My body wants you," Alaric interrupted. He didn’t use the medical excuse. He didn’t claim the cold was returning. He looked her dead in the eye, his gaze stripping away her defenses. "I don’t need an excuse, Yun Lan. I look at you, and I get hard. It’s that simple."

He threw the covers off the bed with a sweep of his arm.

The morning chill of the room hit her skin, but it was instantly replaced by the heat of his gaze. She lay there, exposed, her white hair fanned out on the pillow, her voluptuous body on display for him.

"Beautiful," he growled, his eyes tracing the line of her throat, down the slope of her breasts, to the curve of her hips. "You are a masterpiece."

He climbed on top of her, settling his weight between her legs. He pinned her wrists to the bed above her head with one hand, effortlessly restraining her.

"You belong to me now, don’t you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

Yun Lan hesitated. The question felt heavy. Final. "I..."

Alaric didn’t wait for the answer. He didn’t need words. He needed submission.

He lifted his hips and thrust into her.

"Ah!"

Yun Lan cried out as he filled her. He was still wet from the bath, still slick with her own fluids, but the sheer size of him was always a shock. He stretched her, claimed her, filled every empty space inside her.

"Answer me!" Alaric demanded, pounding into her with a rhythm that was punishing in its intensity. "Who do you belong to?"

"You..." Yun Lan gasped, her head thrashing on the pillow as pleasure and domination swamped her mind. "Alaric... I belong... to you..."

"That’s right," he snarled.

He released her wrists only to grab her hair, pulling her head back to expose the long, elegant line of her throat. He lowered his head and bit her.

He didn’t just nibble. He bit down hard, right over her pulse point, sucking the skin until he tasted the copper tang of blood. He was marking her. Branding her.

"I have given you everything," Alaric whispered against her skin, his voice taking on a desperate, manipulative edge that chilled her even as his cock burned her inside. "My future. My cultivation. My heart. I destroyed myself to save you."

He thrust harder, his hips slapping against hers with a wet, rhythmic thwack.

"If you were to leave me now..." Alaric said, his voice cracking perfectly. "If you were to go back to that... other lover... If you were to leave me for Feng Xiao..."

He stopped moving for a second, leaving himself buried deep inside her. He looked down at her, his eyes wild.

"I would have nothing. I would be a husk. A hollow shell."

He grabbed her hips and flipped her over effortlessly. Yun Lan gasped as the world spun, and suddenly she was on her hands and knees, her face pressed into the silk pillow.

Alaric didn’t let up. He grabbed her wide, bubbly hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, admiring the way her ass spread for him. He lined himself up and drove back into her from behind, going deeper than before.

"Oh god! Alaric!"

"I would kill myself, Yun Lan," he threatened, dropping the bomb with casual, terrifying certainty. "I cannot live without you now. If you leave... I end it."

Yun Lan froze in horror. The pleasure evaporated for a second, replaced by sheer terror. He meant it. She could hear it in his voice. He was unstable. He had lost his power, his standing, everything... all for her. If she abandoned him, he would break.

"Alaric! No!" she screamed into the pillow. "Don’t say that!"

"Then swear it!" he roared.

Smack!

He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on the pale skin.

"Swear you will never leave me! Swear you are mine! Swear you will forget that bastard Feng Xiao and live only for me!"

"I swear! I swear!" Yun Lan screamed, sobbing, terrified by his intensity and the threat of his suicide. "I am yours! Only yours! I won’t leave! Please, Alaric, don’t hurt yourself!"

Alaric smiled darkly behind her back. A cold, victorious smirk that she couldn’t see.

The trap is locked.

With the oath sworn, Alaric removed all limits.

"Good girl," he growled, grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto him, plunging deep. "Show me. Show me you mean it."

He began to degrade her. He stripped away the last remnants of the Sect Master and left only the slut.

"Say it," he commanded, slapping her ass again. "Say ’I am Alaric’s slut.’"

"I... I am Alaric’s slut..." she sobbed, the humiliation burning her cheeks, but a strange, dark heat uncoiling in her belly.

"Say ’I am a breeding sow for my Master.’"

"I am... a breeding sow... for my Master..."

"Louder!"

He fucked her relentlessly, forcing her to repeat the words until they lost their meaning, until they became her reality. He broke her pride into dust and replaced it with his own desires.

He pulled out and grabbed her shoulder, flipping her onto her back. He sat up on his heels.

"Sit up," he ordered.

Yun Lan, dazed and crying, sat up.

"Open your mouth."

She looked at him. At his hardness. She knew what he wanted. It was something she had never done. Something she considered filthy.

"Alaric... please... not that..."

"A wife does this for her husband," Alaric gaslighted her smoothly, his hand moving to the back of her head. "If you loved me... if you really wanted to save me... you wouldn’t find it gross. You would want to taste me. You would want to take all of me."

"I... I do love you..." she whispered, desperate to prove it.

"Then show me."

He guided her head down.

Yun Lan closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She took him in.

It was degrading. It was overwhelming. But as she heard Alaric groan, as she felt his hand stroke her hair and call her his "perfect Fairy," she felt a twisted sense of accomplishment. She was pleasing him. She was keeping him stable.

She choked on him, tears running down her face, gagging slightly as he pushed deeper, but she didn’t stop. She forced herself to relax, to accept him.

"Good girl," Alaric praised, his voice thick with pleasure. "Look at you. Serving me like a good little wife."

He pulled out before he finished, laying her back down.

"I want to see you," he said. "I want everyone to see what belongs to me."

He dragged her off the bed. He pulled her across the room to the large window that overlooked the bustling street of Snow Moon City below.

"Alaric! No! People will see!" Yun Lan panicked, trying to cover herself.

"Let them look," Alaric growled.

He pressed her against the glass. The cold pane bit into her nipples, her breasts flattening against the window. Below, hundreds of cultivators and mortals were walking, buying herbs, living their lives.

"Don’t worry," Alaric whispered, biting her ear. "I put a barrier up. They can’t see in."

It was a lie. Or a half-truth. He had put a barrier up, but he made it semi-translucent from the outside—just enough to blur the details, but allowing the shapes and movement to be visible to anyone with keen eyes.

"But you can see them," he whispered. "Look at them, Yun Lan. Look at the world."

He lifted her leg, hooking it over his arm. He entered her from behind, pinning her against the glass.

"They are down there, scurrying around like ants," Alaric hissed, thrusting into her with long, deep strokes. "And you are up here. Being fucked by your Master."

"Ah! Alaric! It’s too deep! They’ll see!"

"Let them see!" he roared. "Let them see the Ice Master taking a cock! Let them see who owns you!"

He reached around and grabbed her massive breasts, squeezing them hard, shaking them so they rubbed against the glass.

"Look at these," he taunted. "Big, heavy udders. Made for my hands. Do you think Feng Xiao ever appreciated them like this?"

"Don’t... don’t talk about him..."

"Why not?" Alaric laughed cruelly. "He left you, didn’t he? He left you in that cave to freeze. If I were him... if I had a woman like you... I would never leave. I would lock you in my palace. I would keep you naked. I would fuck you morning, noon, and night."

He leaned in close, his breath hot on her neck.

"Just like this. I would make sure you were always full of me. I would make sure you never had a moment to think about anyone else."

"You... you are cruel..." she moaned, her hips grinding back against him involuntarily.

"I am honest," he corrected. "He was a fool. A boy playing at being a hero. I am a man who knows what he wants."

He spanked her. Crack! The sound echoed in the room.

"Who owns these tits?"

"You! You do!"

"Who owns this tight pussy?"

"Alaric! It’s Alaric’s!"

He fucked her against the window until her knees gave out, until her breath fogged the glass, until she was screaming his name for the whole city to hear (blocked only by the sound barrier).

He dragged her back to the bed, but he wasn’t done.

He pulled a small mirror from the bedside table. He forced her into a squatting position over him as he lay on his back. He entered her from below, watching her bounce on him.

He held the mirror up to her face.

"Look at you," he whispered. "Look at your face. Flush. Eyes rolling back. Drool on your chin."

Yun Lan looked. She saw a stranger. A wanton woman lost in pleasure.

"You love this," Alaric accused her gently. "You love being used by me. You love being my toy."

Yun Lan looked at her reflection—flushed, messy, broken—and the last wall of her resistance crumbled. She couldn’t deny it anymore. Her body was singing. Her heart was racing.

"Yes..." she sobbed, nodding weakly. "Yes... I love it. I love being your toy."

"Good."

Alaric grabbed her hips. He thrust upward with the force of a pile driver.

"Then take it all."

He hit her womb. He dug deep, anchoring himself inside her.

He began to channel his magic. Not the fake healing magic, but the Soul Binding magic of the Azure Spirit Lion.

As he climaxed, roaring her name, he pushed a surge of his essence into her. It wasn’t just seed; it was a magical imprint. It wrapped around her soul, binding her loyalty, her desire, and her very will to him.

"Mine," he growled, his body shuddering. "Mine forever."

Yun Lan screamed as the pleasure overloaded her system. She felt the warmth flooding her, felt the golden chains wrapping around her heart, and she welcomed them. She clamped down on him, milking him dry, her mind going completely white.

They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat.

Alaric lay beside her, pulling her into his chest. He stroked her hair, his touch gentle once more.

"We are going to be so happy, Yun Lan," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "Just you and me."

Yun Lan curled into his chest. She felt safe. She felt cherished. She felt like she belonged.

"Yes," she whispered, closing her eyes. "So happy."

She believed she was the only thing keeping this man alive. She believed she had saved him.

The Ice Master was dead. Buried in the snows of the Secret Realm.

In her place, only Alaric’s woman remained.