Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 417: The Princess’s Deal

The sprawling, opulent bathhouse of the First Prince’s harem palace echoed with the sharp, violent sounds of wet flesh colliding. The massive thermal pool, heated by deep-earth volcanic veins, churned and splashed wildly as Alaric drove his hips forward with relentless, animalistic aggression.

Princess Huang Mei’s athletic, perfectly toned back was pressed hard against the slick, white profound-marble wall of the pool. Alaric gripped the backs of her smooth, muscular thighs, hoisting her long, flawless legs high into the air to completely open her pelvis. He was executing the Submerged Lift, a deeply penetrating position that allowed his massive, rock-hard erection to bypass all resistance and hammer directly against her cervix with every brutal thrust.

“HAAAAAH! MHHMmm! OOHHH!” Huang Mei wailed, her voice a breathless, chaotic mixture of profound confusion and overwhelming, mind-shattering physical ecstasy.

Her conscious mind was in a state of absolute, reeling panic. For the past two weeks, the insidious Subconscious Weaving Hex had perfectly masked these brutal defilements, convincing her highly trained, martial brain that she was merely enduring a painful, highly effective medical massage to expand her meridians. But the moment Alaric had entered her from behind and whispered his dark intent into her ear, he had completely, instantaneously severed the spell.

Her unadulterated sanity had slammed back into her body, stripping away the clinical delusions and plunging her directly into the horrific, undeniable reality of the present moment.

She wasn’t receiving acupressure. She wasn’t having her Qi flow stimulated by the hands of a revered wandering scholar.

She was completely naked, suspended in a steaming pool, taking a monstrously thick cock to the hilt.

“MHHMmm! Alaric! AHHH! What… what are you doing?!” Huang Mei gasped, her hands flying out to desperately grip his broad, muscular shoulders. She looked down through the churning, steaming water, her ethereal eyes widening in absolute, paralyzing shock as she saw the thick, purple shaft of his dick sliding smoothly in and out of her dripping, swollen pussy.

“I am fucking you, Princess Huang Mei,” Alaric stated casually, his ruby eyes glinting with a dark, predatory amusement. He didn’t slow his rhythm for a single second. With a brutal upward snap of his hips, he drove himself impossibly deep, the hot water rushing into her passage alongside his flesh.

“HAAAAAH! NNNGH!” Huang Mei’s spine arched violently against the wet marble, her toes curling tightly as the overwhelming friction hit a cluster of profound nerves deep within her core.

She desperately tried to summon her Early-Stage Martial King Battle Aura, her fierce instincts screaming at her to blast this arrogant commoner through the vaulted ceiling for daring to defile a daughter of the Emperor. But her Dantian felt incredibly sluggish, entirely flooded and suppressed by the burning, overwhelming Yang energy Alaric had been pumping into her over the past fortnight. The sheer, physical pleasure of the intrusion was actively overriding her martial commands.

Instead of striking him, her hands instinctively curled into his broad shoulders. Her perfectly manicured nails dug deeply into his skin as she desperately anchored herself against his thrusts, her body seeking stability in the chaotic storm of sensation.

“You… ahhh! MHHMmm! You bastard! This isn’t… AHHHH! A massage!” she sobbed, her furious words breaking apart into filthy, highly erotic moans.

“It is the only therapy I know, Princess,” Alaric chuckled darkly. He released one of her incredibly toned, thick thighs, letting her leg wrap instinctively around his waist.

He reached up with his freed hand and aggressively seized her left breast. Princess Huang Mei possessed a famously athletic figure, a body tempered by decades of rigorous martial training, yet her breasts were impossibly perky, large, and incredibly firm. Alaric squeezed the heavy globe of flesh with ruthless strength, his fingers digging into the softness while his thumb aggressively flicked and pinched her stiff, dark pink nipple.

“MHHMmm! Stop… please… AHHH! My chest… HAAAAAH!” she cried out, her head tossing back against the marble, the dual stimulation of his massive dick churning inside her soaking wet pussy and his hand tormenting her breast sending continuous, rolling waves of electricity crashing through her nervous system.

Alaric leaned forward, his wet mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up the elegant column of her neck. He bit down sharply on her collarbone, leaving a dark, blossoming purple mark on her flawless skin, visually marking her as his property while he continued to pound her tight passage.

“HAAAAAH! MHHMmm! Let me go! AHHH!” she wailed, thrashing slightly against the wall, but her hips completely betrayed her, involuntarily thrusting forward to meet his groin with a wet, echoing slap that was entirely audible even over the splashing water.

This relentless, chaotic assault continued for nearly half an hour. Alaric showed absolutely no hint of mercy, entirely ignoring her stuttered, confused protests. He drove her nervous system to the absolute brink, bombarding her newly awakened, highly sensitive meridians with wave after wave of paralyzing friction.

Within that span of thirty minutes, Princess Huang Mei’s body completely surrendered to the sensation. She climaxed thrice in rapid, devastating succession.

“OH GODS! AHHHHHHHH!” she shrieked, her first orgasm tearing through her athletic frame. Her inner walls clamped down around his thick shaft with terrifying, vice-like strength, milking him hungrily as a gushing wave of her sweet Yin nectar flooded the hot water around them.

“MHHMmm! I’m breaking! HAAAAAH!” her second climax hit her mere minutes later, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably, her massive breasts heaving rapidly as Alaric pinched both of her nipples simultaneously.

“Ahhh! AHHH! Too much! MHHMmm!” her third climax ripped the last vestiges of strength from her limbs.

By her third climax, the blinding, roaring inferno of physical pleasure finally began to recede just enough for her highly trained, aristocratic mind to regain a sliver of rational control. She hung limply in his arms, her chest pressed flush against his, panting heavily, her ethereal eyes slowly focusing on her surroundings.

She looked past Alaric’s broad shoulder. Through the thick, fragrant steam rising from the thermal pool, her gaze settled on the edge of the marble decking.

Laying there, completely naked and utterly unconscious, was Imperial Consort Xian. Her mother.

The fierce, commanding mother of the First Prince, a woman whose mere whisper could alter the fate of provinces, looked like a discarded, broken doll. Her voluptuous, mature body was heavily marked with stark red spanking handprints across her massive, curvaceous buttocks, and dark purple bite marks littered her heavy breasts, her neck, and her thick thighs. A thick, sluggish trail of Alaric’s white semen was still slowly leaking from her swollen, thoroughly abused pink pussy, pooling messily on the pristine white marble.

The horrific, impossible realization crashed down upon Huang Mei like a falling mountain.

“MHHMmm… Mother…” Huang Mei choked out, tears of genuine horror and profound, sickening despair welling in her eyes. The sheer, apocalyptic shock of the scene partially overrode the lingering, throbbing ecstasy in her veins. She glared at Alaric, her voice trembling with a mixture of absolute fury, deep-seated terror, and the breathless aftermath of her orgasms. “AHHH… How dare you… how dare you do something like this! What… MHHMmm… what did you do to my mother?!”

Alaric didn’t stop fucking her. He smoothly transitioned their position, stepping back and pulling her with him. He engaged the Deep Plowing Lotus stance, wrapping both of her legs tightly around his waist and supporting her entirely by her plump, athletic buttocks as he waded toward the center of the deep pool.

“HAAAAAH! NNNGH!” Huang Mei gasped as the new angle hit her cervix with devastating, inescapable accuracy.

“I am merely doing exactly what you see me doing, Princess,” Alaric explained casually, his tone incredibly conversational, entirely at odds with the violent, rhythmic thrusting of his hips. He aggressively fondled her bouncing breasts, entirely unbothered by her furious glare. “I was feeling quite horny this evening. I came to the Harem Palace to find Imperial Consort Xian, and to enjoy her magnificent, milf body thoroughly.”

“MHHMmm! You… you raped her! AHHH!” Huang Mei shrieked, thrashing her upper body slightly in his grip, though the movement only caused his dick to rub deeper against her highly sensitive, swollen walls. “She would never… HAAAAAH… she would never submit to a filthy scholar!”

“Rape is such an ugly, mortal word,” Alaric chuckled darkly, his hips snapping upward. “I prefer to call it ‘conquest’. And this time, Princess, I didn’t use any spells to cloud her mind. I made absolutely sure she wasn’t under the delusion of a medical massage. I fucked her while letting her retain her entire mind and sanity.”

Huang Mei’s eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror. “No… MHHMmm! You couldn’t… she is a Late-Stage Martial King! She would have killed you! HAAAAAH! She is the Emperor’s wife!”

“She certainly tried,” Alaric smirked, his thumb tracing the deep cleft of her wet buttocks beneath the water, squeezing the firm flesh. “She resisted a lot initially. She threatened me with her husband, Emperor Huang Long. She unleashed her formidable Battle Aura. But… under my dedicated, relentless efforts, as I fucked her more and more, as I pounded her pussy into absolute oblivion… she eventually gave up. She submitted to me, Huang Mei. Her body completely surrendered to my cock, just as yours is doing right now.”

The revelation struck the Princess like a physical blow to her solar plexus. Her mother, the untouchable, infinitely proud Imperial Consort, had been fully conscious. She had known she was being fucked by a wandering scholar, and she had eventually been broken into wet, weeping submission on the bathroom floor.

But an even more terrifying, mind-shattering realization followed immediately on the heels of that horror.

If Alaric had not used a spell on her mother tonight… and if Alaric was fucking her right now without a spell, fully confirming that his massive cock was the instrument of her pleasure…

“MHHMmm… the massages…” Huang Mei breathed, her voice dropping to a horrified, trembling whisper. Her body was unconsciously bouncing on his shaft in the water, her inner walls milking him rhythmically. “The therapy… my foundation… AHHH! You… you never massaged us!”

“You are a quick learner, Princess,” Alaric praised mockingly. He leaned in, capturing her jaw with his free hand, and bit her earlobe sharply. “Every single ‘massage’ I provided to you, to your mother, to Noble Consort Shu, and to your half-sister Huang Hua during our long journey… it was all just me fucking you.”

“HAAAAAH! No! MHHMmm!” she sobbed, shaking her head frantically.

“Oh yes,” Alaric whispered maliciously, his thrusts accelerating into a rapid, splashing pound. “I had my massive dick buried deep inside all of your tight, aristocratic pussies. I pumped my cum into your royal wombs night after night, while I used my magic to rewrite your consciousness. I made you believe I was simply clearing your blocked meridians with my hands. You were all begging me to fuck you, and you didn’t even know it.”

Huang Mei felt her entire world fracture into a million irreparable pieces. Her pride, her dignity, her entire reality for the past two weeks had been a meticulously crafted, filthy lie. She hadn’t been receiving the greatest medical treatment in the empire. She had been raped repeatedly. She had eagerly, excitedly sought out her rapist, begging him for more ‘therapy’, unknowingly begging for his cock.

She wanted to scream until her lungs bled. She wanted to bite his face, to tear his throat out with her bare teeth. Her mind despised him with a fiery, burning passion that rivaled the heat of the volcanic thermal pool.

But as she glared at him, a horrifying, treacherous disconnect occurred.

Despite her mind actively, furiously rejecting the situation, despite her absolute hatred for the man holding her… her body was incredibly, undeniably honest.

“AHHH! MHHMmm! NNNGH!” Huang Mei moaned loudly, her inner walls clenching and unclenching in a desperate, milking rhythm around his thick shaft.

She realized, with a profound sense of sickening self-disgust, that she wasn’t fighting him at all. When he adjusted his grip to shift her into a better angle, her long legs automatically, cooperatively tightened around his waist to secure the mount. When he thrust deep into her core, her hips naturally, smoothly tilted forward to accept the maximum depth of his penetration.

She didn’t even need him to issue a verbal command; her body had been so thoroughly trained, so heavily addicted to the sheer, mind-boggling pleasure of his dick over the past fortnight, that it was seamlessly, automatically cooperating with his every movement as though it was only natural to be used by him.

“You see it, don’t you?” Alaric whispered, his hands sliding down to ruthlessly spank her wet, curvy ass beneath the water. SMACK! “Your mind hates me, but your body is the perfect, obedient slut. You love getting fucked by me.”

“I don’t! MHHMmm! I don’t… HAAAAAH!” she sobbed, her protests completely ruined by the loud, highly erotic moan that tore from her lips as his thumb brushed heavily against her swollen clitoris.

Suddenly, Alaric let out a deep, rumbling growl. His hips snapped forward with brutal, terrifying force, burying his massive erection to the absolute hilt and holding it there.

“MHHMmm! Oh gods! AHHH!” Huang Mei shrieked, feeling the sudden, immense pulsing within her core.

Alaric climaxed. He pumped a massive, incredibly thick, scalding hot load of his potent seed directly into her womb. He unloaded pulse after pulse, the heavy, warm fluid completely filling her aching, twitching void, mixing with the residual heat of her own arousal.

Huang Mei gasped, her eyes rolling back as the overwhelming heat triggered her fourth climax of the session. “HAAAAAH! The… the heat… MHHMmm… you’re filling me… ahhh!”

But to her absolute, terrified shock, Alaric did not stop. He didn’t pull out to rest. He didn’t give her a single moment to recover her breath.

Even as his seed continued to leak into her, his massive dick remained rock-hard, refusing to soften in the slightest. His Archmage stamina and Azure Spirit Lion bloodline demanded an entire night of absolute devastation.

With a seamless, violent motion, he waded out of the deep water, carrying her dripping, exhausted body up the marble steps of the pool.

“AHHH! Wait… MHHMmm! Alaric, please… I need a moment…” she begged, her head lolling against his shoulder, her massive breasts heaving.

He didn’t listen. He threw her roughly onto the slick, wet marble decking bordering the pool, just a few feet away from her unconscious mother.

He flipped her entirely over, pinning her face-down against the cold, wet stone. He grabbed her incredibly toned, athletic hips and hoisted her buttocks high into the air. He stepped up behind her, spreading her long, fair legs wide apart, and immediately drove his thick, cum-slicked shaft directly back into her sloppy, dripping pussy from behind.

“HAAAAAH! NO! OOHHH!” Huang Mei wailed, the Prone Bone position forcing her chest flat against the marble while elevating her hips to an incredibly humiliating, vulnerable angle. It felt profoundly degrading, reducing her to nothing more than a mindless animal presenting its rear.

This was just the start of her true torment. Alaric’s lust was a boundless, roaring inferno.

As the hours slowly ticked by, the grand imperial bathroom transformed into a theater of relentless, apocalyptic sexual endurance. Alaric fucked Princess Huang Mei madly, dragging her across every inch of the marble floor, completely disregarding her royal status and her martial pride.

“MHHMmm! Ahhh! Ahhh! AHHHH!” her continuous, breathless moans echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings, a filthy symphony of absolute ruination.

He pulled her up into the Suspended Piledriver, sitting on the edge of the pool and forcing her to sit facing away from him on his lap, her legs dangling, while he pounded her from below. He pushed her against the intricately carved jade statues of the water-dragons, engaging the Standing Wall-Pin, holding her wrists above her head as he hammered into her tight passage. His muscular thighs slapped loudly against her bright red, heavily spanked buttocks.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“HAAAAAH! Please! MHHMmm… I can’t take it anymore! AHHH!” Huang Mei sobbed, tears and sweat blurring her vision. She had lost count of her orgasms. Her body was a twitching, hypersensitive wreck, completely exhausted, yet constantly forced into new heights of agonizing pleasure.

By the time the afternoon shadows began to lengthen outside the heavily warded windows, Huang Mei’s aristocratic pride had been entirely, utterly ground into dust. She realized that Alaric was a monster with infinite stamina. He would not stop until she was completely broken, or until he simply grew bored. And with her mother lying completely vulnerable nearby, the threat of him turning his attention back to Consort Xian was a terrifying reality that she could not bear to witness.

“MHHMmm… Alaric… wait… HAAAAAH! Please, stop!” Huang Mei begged, her voice completely hoarse, her face pressed against the wet marble as he pounded her doggy-style, his hands squeezing her breasts from beneath. “I… AHHH! I want to make a deal with you!”

Alaric didn’t stop his brutal thrusts, but he slowed his rhythm fractionally, intrigued by her desperation. He raised his hand and delivered a vicious, stinging slap to her right buttock.

SMACK!

“HAAAAAH! MHHMmm!” she shrieked, her hips bucking upward.

“A deal, Princess?” Alaric asked smoothly, leaning forward, his wet chest pressing against her back. “You are currently spread wide open on a wet floor, taking my cock to the hilt, covered in my cum. What could you possibly offer a man who already has everything he wants?”

“MHHMmm… please… just don’t lay your wretched hands on my mother again! AHHH!” Huang Mei sobbed, twisting her neck to look back at him with pleading, desperate eyes. “Leave her alone! I… I will help you with anything you want!”

Alaric chuckled darkly, his hips snapping forward, driving deep into her cervix. “Anything? That is a very broad promise, Little Mei. What exactly are you offering?”

Huang Mei gasped for air, forcing her exhausted brain to formulate a coherent thought amidst the blinding pleasure. “I… MHHMmm… I have realized… AHHH! Since you have already targeted my mother… and you are currently fucking me… HAAAAAH!… it means you must be planning to take Noble Consort Shu and my half-sister, Princess Huang Hua, as well!”

She panted heavily, her inner walls clenching involuntarily around his shaft. “You want to break them into your sluts! I… MHHMmm… I don’t know why you are targeting the Imperial Family… AHHH!… maybe you just feel excited fucking Imperial Women like us… but I can help you! HAAAAAH! I can help you conquer Consort Shu and Huang Hua! I can manipulate their schedules, lower their guards… MHHMmm… I will help you conquer the other members of the Imperial Family! Just spare my mother… AHHH!… and I will always be your loyal, obedient slut!”

Alaric kept fucking her, maintaining a steady, deep rhythm as he considered her proposal. He turned his ruby eyes away from Huang Mei’s flushed, tear-streaked face and stared at the unconscious form of Imperial Consort Xian lying just a few feet away.

The mother of the First Prince was a spectacular, breathtaking milf. Her massive, incredibly heavy breasts spilled magnificently across the marble, her wide, curvaceous, child-bearing hips presenting a mature, undeniable fertility that was just as alluring, if not more so, than Huang Mei’s athletic, youthful body. Alaric found her mature, motherly form incredibly, deeply attractive. He had absolutely no intention of following through with Huang Mei’s request to spare her; Imperial Consort Xian would definitely be his slut, broken and kneeling at his feet.

However, he didn’t reject Huang Mei’s desperate offer directly. A willing, active accomplice within the Imperial Court would significantly expedite his plans for Consort Shu and Princess Huang Hua, smoothing the path to completing his mission without alerting the Emperor’s spies.

“Your offer is undeniably tempting, Princess,” Alaric murmured, his voice a low, dark rumble. He reached around and aggressively grabbed her right breast, his thumb ruthlessly pinching her stiff nipple. “But it severely lacks trust. Why should I believe you won’t simply run to the First Prince and expose me the moment I pull my cock out of your pussy?”

“I won’t! MHHMmm! I swear! AHHH!” Huang Mei cried out, her hips thrusting backward to meet his pounding. “I am your slut! Just please, don’t hurt my mother!”

“You must offer your absolute loyalty first, Little Mei,” Alaric dictated coldly, driving his hips with brutal force. “Words are wind. I will continue to use your mother’s incredibly sexy, voluptuous body whenever I please… until you can actively help me conquer Imperial Consort Shu and Princess Huang Hua. Only when they are broken and begging for my cock beside you, will I consider sparing Consort Xian from further defilement.”

“HAAAAAH! MHHMmm! Yes! I understand! AHHH!” Huang Mei agreed frantically, entirely willing to throw her rival Consort and her half-sister to the wolves if it meant buying time for her mother. “I will follow your commands immediately! I will deliver them to you! But… MHHMmm… you have to give me time to proceed with my plan!”

“How much time?” Alaric demanded, slapping her ass sharply. SMACK!

“AHHH! MHHMmm! We need to leave this encampment!” Huang Mei gasped, her mind racing with political logistics despite the intense fucking. “We must depart the First Prince’s faction and be on our way toward the Third Prince’s territory. Consort Shu will be most vulnerable when she believes she has won the political tug-of-war. I demand… MHHMmm… I need two days! Begging you, Alaric… HAAAAAH!… do not do anything to me or my mother in these two days! Give me the time to set the trap!”

Alaric smirked, a wicked, immensely satisfied grin spreading across his handsome face. He raised his hand and delivered a heavy, resounding spank to her jiggly, athletic buttocks, leaving a fresh, bright red handprint right over an older bruise.

SMACK!

“HAAAAAH! OOHHH!” she wailed, her back arching in submission.

“Very well, my ambitious little slut,” Alaric agreed casually, his thrusts burying deep into her core. “I accept your timeline. I will not seek out your mother’s bedchamber during these next two days. However… if the forty-eight hours pass, and you cannot present Imperial Consort Shu and Princess Huang Hua to me, completely vulnerable and ready to be broken…”

He leaned down, his teeth lightly grazing her earlobe, his voice filled with terrifying, absolute promise.

“If you fail me, Huang Mei… I will fuck both you and your mother at the exact same time. I will break both mother and daughter in the very same night, on the very same bed, until your minds shatter completely. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes! MHHMmm! Yes, Master! AHHH!” Huang Mei nodded excitedly, the horrific threat completely cementing her loyalty. She had just called him ‘Master’ for the first time without any magical compulsion. “I will definitely do my best! HAAAAAH! I will not disappoint you!”

“Good,” Alaric growled. “Now, stop talking and take my cock.”

The negotiations concluded, Alaric fully unleashed his boundless, terrifying Archmage stamina.

For the next several hours, as the afternoon faded into the deep, smoldering oranges of evening, and eventually into the pitch-black of night, Alaric kept fucking Princess Huang Mei in the massive imperial bathroom.

He didn’t give her a single moment to rest. He turned her over, pinning her back against the wet marble floor, engaging the Wheelbarrow position. He lifted her long, flawless legs high into the air, holding her by her ankles, and drove into her soaking wet pussy with long, devastating strokes.

“MHHMmm! AHHH! It’s too deep! HAAAAAH! My womb… ahhh!” Huang Mei sobbed uncontrollably, her head thrashing against the stone, her massive breasts jiggling wildly as they pointed toward the vaulted ceiling.

He pulled her to her feet, pressing her chest flat against the intricately carved jade statues of the water-dragons. He engaged the Standing Wall-Pin, lifting her by her wide, curvaceous hips and pounding her from behind. Her legs dangled uselessly in the air, her entire body weight supported solely by his massive erection buried deep within her core.

“HAAAAAH! Master… please… MHHMmm… I’m empty! AHHH!” she wept, her body completely depleted of energy, entirely reliant on the friction to keep her conscious.

He ruthlessly fondled her large breasts, squeezing the heavy, sweaty globes of flesh, mercilessly pinching and twisting her swollen, dark pink nipples until she shrieked in a mixture of pain and blinding sexual ecstasy. He bit her neck, her shoulders, and the soft undersides of her breasts, leaving a chaotic map of dark purple bruises across her athletic physique.

He climaxed inside her another eight times throughout the evening. He pumped massive, scalding hot, incredibly thick loads of his potent seed deep into her womb, completely overflowing her internal capacity. Thick, white ropes of his cum leaked continuously from her swollen, thoroughly ruined pink pussy, trailing down her thighs to pool on the wet marble.

“AHHH! The heat… MHHMmm… so much cum… HAAAAAH!” Huang Mei babbled, her mind entirely lost to the mind-boggling, apocalyptic pleasure. She couldn’t formulate a single coherent thought beyond the overwhelming sensation of being fucked, stretched, and filled by her Master.

By the time the midnight bells tolled in the distant city, Princess Huang Mei’s body finally gave out. She had climaxed dozens of times, her nervous system completely overloaded. Her ethereal eyes rolled back into her head, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips as she fell entirely unconscious, her body slumping heavily into Alaric’s arms.

Alaric pulled his slick, cum-covered shaft from her pussy with a loud, obscene pop. He stood in the center of the ruined bathroom, his chest heaving slightly, surveying the absolute devastation he had wrought upon the royal family.

Two of the most powerful, arrogant women in the Celestial Dragon Empire lay naked, bruised, and covered in his seed on the marble floor.

Alaric raised his hand, his violet magical aura flaring faintly. He utilized the Cleansing Zephyr spell to completely vanish the sticky pools of cum from their thighs, magically healing the superficial bite marks, the bruises on their breasts, and the bright red handprints on their asses, ensuring they looked pristine and untouched for the outside world, though his massive loads of seed remained buried deep within their wombs.

He effortlessly picked up the sexy, voluptuous bodies of both Princess Huang Mei and Imperial Consort Xian, carrying one over each shoulder. He walked out of the bathroom and laid them gently onto the massive, ruined circular bed in the center of the master suite. They landed in a tangled heap of flawless, exhausted flesh, completely vulnerable.

Without a backward glance, Alaric engaged his spatial magic. He stepped through the heavy, crimson-lacquered doors, slipping past the blind, deaf Imperial Guards, and vanished into the night.

He returned swiftly to his own luxurious guest chamber within the First Prince’s primary palace.

As he stepped through the wards of his room, he was greeted by a sight that instantly reignited the dark, burning lust in his loins.

Lying upon his massive, silk-draped bed, completely naked and waiting obediently for his return, were Ling Ying and the Heiress of the Gu Clan.

Ling Ying, the voluptuous Heiress of the Ling Clan, was curled up on her side, her massive breasts resting on the sheets. Beside her lay Gu Ling.

Unlike her previous state, Gu Ling was no longer under the influence of any subconscious commands or mind-altering hexes. Alaric had completely turned off the spell. She possessed her entire, unadulterated sanity. She knew exactly who she was, she remembered her love for Feng Xiao, and she vividly remembered the relentless, humiliating defilements of the past week.

Yet, she didn’t try to run. She didn’t scream.

Her body and her mind had been completely, utterly conquered by Alaric’s endless stamina and sadistic dominance. The sheer, mind-melting pleasure he provided had shattered her pride and rewired her desires. She knew she was his slut, and to her profound, secret shame, she actively craved the degradation.

As Alaric approached the bed, unbuckling his trousers to free his massive, rock-hard dick, Gu Ling looked up at him. Her ethereal eyes were filled with a mixture of deep humiliation and intense, burning lust.

“Master…” Gu Ling whispered softly, her voice trembling as she crawled forward on her hands and knees, her massive breasts swaying heavily. She reached out, her delicate fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. “You were gone so long… my pussy is aching for you.”

Alaric smiled, a dark, incredibly villainous grin spreading across his handsome face. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between the two beautiful heiresses, fully intending to spend the rest of the night thoroughly, mercilessly enjoying their tight pussies and massive breasts until dawn broke over the empire.