Harem Master: Seduction System - Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Humiliating Kenneth In A Spar
Alaric didn’t waste a single word. He simply pulled Lyra against him, her soft curves molding perfectly against his lean frame. His mouth crashed down on hers in a demanding kiss, his lips parting hers with a possessive urgency. Lyra’s breath hitched at the sudden intensity, her blue eyes widening momentarily before fluttering closed as she surrendered to the passionate onslaught.

His hands, rough and possessive, left Lyra’s waist and moved to cup Cassandra’s breasts. Her soft flesh filled his palms perfectly, and his thumbs began to tease her nipples, circling and gently squeezing until they hardened into tight, sensitive peaks. Cassandra moaned softly against his shoulder, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through his body. Her hands, seemingly of their own accord, reached up to grip his short blonde hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she leaned into his touch.

Lyra, after the initial surprise of his forceful embrace, melted into the kiss. Her arms, strong and familiar, wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer until there was no space left between them. She loved this side of him, this raw, untamed desire that seemed to consume him at times. It was a stark contrast to his usual playful demeanor, and it always left her breathless, her body humming with a deep, primal longing for more. The taste of him, the scent of him, the feel of his strong body pressed against hers – it was a potent cocktail that always left her senses reeling.

He finally broke the kiss, his ruby eyes blazing with an intensity that made both women’s hearts pound in their chests. The air in the tent crackled with unspoken desire, thick and heavy like a summer storm about to break. “You think you can tease me like that?” he growled, his voice low and husky, a dangerous edge to his tone that sent a shiver of both fear and excitement down their spines. “Make me wait when you’re both dressed like… like the beautiful little sluts you are?”

Lyra’s breath hitched in her throat. The word, delivered with such blatant desire and possessiveness, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated excitement coursing through her veins. A blush bloomed on her cheeks, spreading down her neck, but there was also a spark of something wild and untamed flickering in her usually calm blue eyes. “Alaric…” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, a mixture of genuine surprise and eager anticipation lacing her tone.

Cassandra, equally aroused by his words and actions, leaned further into his touch, her body humming with a newfound energy. “We didn’t mean to…” she began, her voice trembling slightly, a hint of nervousness mingling with the desire in her purple eyes. She hadn’t expected him to react with such immediate and potent intensity, but now that he had, she found herself undeniably thrilled by it.

“Oh, you meant to,” Alaric interrupted, a predatory grin spreading across his face, his ruby eyes glinting with mischief and a hint of something darker. “And now you’re going to pay the price. All night long.” He scooped Lyra up in his arms with surprising ease, carrying her towards the large, comfortable bed that dominated the center of the tent. Cassandra followed closely behind, her gaze never leaving his, her anticipation building with each step.

He laid Lyra down gently on the soft furs, her long, straight blonde hair fanning out across the plush pillows like a golden halo. Before she could even speak, he was on top of her, his lips finding hers again in another deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed freely over her body, caressing her full breasts, tracing the curve of her slender waist, and then dipping lower, between her thighs, his fingers finding the damp heat waiting for him. Lyra moaned softly into the kiss, her legs parting instinctively, welcoming his touch, her body already beginning to writhe with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Alaric didn’t neglect Cassandra. He reached out with his free hand and pulled her closer to the bed, his other hand still teasing Lyra’s already slick folds, his thumb rhythmically pressing against her sensitive core. He kissed Cassandra deeply, his tongue tangling with hers, the taste of her a familiar and intoxicating sensation that only fueled his already raging desire.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, his ruby eyes flickering between the two beautiful women lying before him. Lyra and Cassandra, both sisters, their naked bodies radiating a potent sensuality that truly amplified his lust to no end. He loved them both, in his own unique and perhaps twisted way, and tonight, he was going to have them both, completely and utterly.

He shifted his attention fully back to Lyra, his fingers now deeply embedded in her already slick folds, moving in a practiced rhythm that instantly brought her closer to the edge of pleasure. She gasped, her body arching beneath his touch, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Cassandra watched, her own desire building with each of Lyra’s increasingly frantic moans, her hands reaching down to caress her own aching heat.

“Beg for it, Mother,” Alaric whispered against Lyra’s ear, his voice low and husky, laced with a sadistic edge that both thrilled and slightly terrified her. “Beg me to fuck you.”

Lyra’s eyes fluttered open, her blue gaze locking onto his intense ruby eyes. A blush deepened on her cheeks, but there was also a raw, untamed spark of excitement flickering within her. “Please, Alaric,” she managed to whisper, her voice thick with arousal, barely audible above her ragged breathing. “Please… fuck me.”

And he did. He positioned himself between her parted legs, his large, throbbing member pressing against her wet entrance, eager to be sheathed within her warmth. Lyra gasped as he thrust into her, filling her completely, stretching her tight walls with his impressive girth. He began to move, his strokes deep and powerful, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through Lyra’s body. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as she met his forceful rhythm.

At the same time, Alaric reached out and pulled Cassandra onto the bed beside them, positioning her so she was kneeling between his legs, her face level with his. He didn’t stop fucking Lyra, his pace quickening with his mounting desire, but he turned his attention momentarily to his aunt, kissing her passionately, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth while his hands fondled her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples with a practiced touch. Cassandra moaned, her own desire reaching a fever pitch as she felt his lips and hands on her while witnessing him pounding into her sister. She straddled his leg, grinding her wet folds against his thigh, desperate for her own release.

“You want some too, Auntie?” Alaric asked, his voice laced with a playful taunt, his ruby eyes glinting with amusement as he continued to pump into Lyra, who was now crying out with unrestrained pleasure. “You want a taste of this big cock?”

Cassandra nodded frantically, her curly blonde hair flying around her face, her purple eyes filled with an almost desperate lust. “Yes, Alaric, please,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need. “Fuck me too.”

Alaric chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that rumbled in his chest. He pulled out of Lyra, his thick cock slick with her juices, the sudden absence leaving her gasping and whimpering. He remained fully erect, his gaze locked on Cassandra’s eager face. She didn’t hesitate, reaching out and guiding his throbbing member towards her mouth.

Lyra watched, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face at being left so abruptly, but she knew her turn would come again. She lay back on the pillows, panting, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her near-orgasm, patiently awaiting Alaric’s return.

Cassandra eagerly obliged, her lips closing around his shaft, her warm, wet mouth enveloping him completely. Her tongue flicked against his sensitive head, sending shivers of pure pleasure down his spine. Alaric groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move her head up and down, her skilled mouth working its magic on him. The sensations were intense, almost overwhelming, and he found himself thrusting his hips forward instinctively, wanting to drive himself deeper into her welcoming embrace.

The sounds in the tent escalated once more – Lyra’s cries of pleasure from the lingering aftershocks of her arousal, Cassandra’s wet, eager moans as she pleasured him with her mouth, and Alaric’s heavy breathing as he fought to maintain control amidst the intense sensations. The air was thick with the scent of arousal and sweat, a heady aroma that spoke of their shared desires.

After a while, Alaric gently pulled himself from Cassandra’s mouth, his cock throbbing and slick. He turned his attention fully to his aunt, his ruby eyes filled with a renewed hunger. He flipped her onto her stomach, her ample buttocks presented to him, their curves inviting and irresistible. He didn’t hesitate, plunging his thick cock deep inside her from behind. Cassandra cried out, a sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan of pure pleasure, her hands gripping the soft furs beneath her as he pounded into her, his strokes deep and relentless, stretching her wonderfully tight walls.

Lyra, still flushed and panting from her earlier encounter, watched the scene with a complex mix of jealousy and arousal swirling within her. She loved watching Alaric fuck Cassandra, the way his powerful body moved against her aunt’s, the sounds they both made – it only fueled her own desire, making her want him even more, her pussy throbbing with a renewed urgency.

Alaric continued to fuck Cassandra, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples until they were tight and sensitive. He pulled her curly blonde hair back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, and licked and kissed the sensitive skin there, making her moan and writhe beneath him, her hips bucking against his forceful thrusts.

“You like that, Auntie?” he whispered in her ear, his voice rough with desire, laced with a playful dominance. “You like it when I take you from behind like this? Like the beautiful little slut you are?”

“Yes, Alaric, yes,” Cassandra gasped, her voice hoarse with pleasure, barely coherent. “Fuck me harder… please… deeper…”

He obliged without hesitation, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more forceful and demanding. Cassandra’s cries grew louder, more unrestrained, until finally, her body stiffened beneath him, her back arching, her muscles clenching as she reached the peak of her pleasure, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves. Alaric continued to pump into her for a few more moments, savoring the feeling of her contractions gripping his cock, before finally letting out a guttural groan and emptying his seed deep inside her, his release a powerful surge that left him momentarily breathless.

He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his chest heaving with the effort. Cassandra lay still beneath him, her body trembling slightly, her breathing ragged. Lyra reached out a hand and gently stroked his back, her touch possessive and comforting.

“You certainly showed us, darling,” Lyra said, a hint of amusement and admiration in her voice.

Alaric rolled off Cassandra and pulled Lyra close, wrapping his arms around both of them, their naked bodies pressed together in the aftermath of their shared passion. “You deserved it,” he murmured, his voice still rough and husky. “You shouldn’t have teased me like that.”

Cassandra, still catching her breath, turned her head to look at him, a soft, contented smile playing on her lips, her purple eyes sparkling with a lingering desire. “Maybe we’ll tease you again tomorrow,” she said playfully, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Alaric chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. “You do that, and you’ll get another night just like this one.” He leaned down and kissed them both, a long, lingering kiss that spoke of the deep, albeit unconventional, bond they shared.

The night continued in a similar vein, a whirlwind of passion and pleasure that left all three of them thoroughly exhausted but incredibly satisfied. Alaric, fueled by a potent mix of adrenaline and lust, seemed inexhaustible, his energy levels defying logic. He fucked them in every position imaginable, his knowledge of their bodies and their desires growing with each encounter. He lavished attention on their every curve and crevice, kissing, licking, and sucking until they were moaning his name in desperate pleas for more.

Lyra, despite being his mother, embraced his dominance with a surprising and enthusiastic eagerness, reveling in the feeling of surrendering control to his strong, capable hands. Cassandra, usually so composed and elegant, shed her inhibitions completely in his arms, becoming a wildcat, her cries and moans echoing through the tent as she reached heights of pleasure she had never known before.

They took short breaks to catch their breath, to sip on water, but the desire between them never truly waned. As soon as they had a moment to recover, they were back at it, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat, their shared passion creating a palpable heat within the tent.

Alaric found a strange sense of release and grounding in the physicality of their encounters, a temporary escape from the unsettling thoughts and anxieties that had been plaguing him since his eavesdropping on Saintess Ceanna and the Radiant God. The feel of their naked bodies against his, the sound of their unrestrained pleasure, the sheer primal nature of their interactions – it all helped to quiet the turmoil in his mind, at least for a little while.

As the first rays of dawn finally painted the tent canvas with a soft, golden light, their exhausted but content bodies lay tangled together on the bed. Alaric, his breathing deep and even, had finally succumbed to sleep, his arms wrapped protectively around Lyra and Cassandra.

Lyra stirred first, her blue eyes fluttering open to gaze at her sleeping son. A soft smile touched her lips as she gently stroked his short blonde hair. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, so different from the intense, passionate lover he had been just hours before.

Cassandra also began to wake, her purple eyes focusing on Alaric’s face. She leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, a feeling of deep affection welling up within her. Their relationship was certainly unconventional, but it was real, and in this moment, surrounded by the warmth of their shared intimacy, she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Lyra chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that gently stirred Alaric from his slumber. His ruby eyes blinked open, focusing on the two beautiful women lying beside him.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Lyra murmured, her blue eyes filled with affection.

“Morning,” Alaric replied, his voice still thick with sleep. He stretched languidly, his body pleasantly sore but also deeply satisfied. He pulled them both closer, relishing the feel of their naked bodies against his.

“You know,” he said, a tired but contented smile on his face, “for beauties like you two, I could probably fuck you for three nights straight.”

Lyra laughed, a bright, cheerful sound. “Oh, I have no doubt you could, darling. You certainly have the energy for it.”

Cassandra nodded in agreement, her purple eyes sparkling with amusement. “You definitely have the stamina, nephew. We’re still feeling the effects of last night.”

Alaric smirked. “But I’m merciful. One night of my… enthusiastic attentions is enough… for now.” He kissed the top of Lyra’s head and then brushed a stray curl from Cassandra’s cheek.

They lay in comfortable silence for a while longer, the exhaustion finally catching up to them. The night had been a whirlwind of passion and pleasure, a temporary respite from the looming darkness of the war.

As Alaric drifted back towards sleep, his last conscious thought was of Saintess Ceanna and the Radiant God, a flicker of dark determination hardening his gaze even in his slumber. He would not be so easily dismissed. He had too much to live for, and far too many beautiful women to pleasure.

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After having settled the lingering echoes of his lust with Lyra and Cassandra, Alaric decided to spend the morning observing the encampment. He had a specific purpose in mind: locating Noah and Kenneth. The conversation he had overheard between the Radiant God and Saintess Ceanna had painted a clear picture – these two individuals, like him, possessed unique systems. Kenneth held the “Eternal Emperor System,” while Noah’s was the “Ultimate Alchemist System.”

‘Eternal Emperor System, huh?’ Alaric mused as he strolled through the bustling inner camp. ‘Sounds like the more influence and authority he gains, the stronger he becomes. Being surrounded by noble heirs, that makes sense. He’s probably trying to climb the social ladder.’ Given that his system was a blessing from the God of Reincarnation, Alaric figured Kenneth would likely gain divine power and abilities as he progressed.

‘And Noah’s the Ultimate Alchemist System,’ Alaric continued his train of thought. ‘Probably gets stronger by concocting rare and powerful potions. The more people use them, the better his system gets. Interesting.’ He didn’t fully grasp the intricacies of Noah’s system, but he had a general idea.

For now, Alaric’s focus narrowed on Kenneth. ‘He seems like the easier target,’ Alaric thought with a calculating glint in his ruby eyes. ‘Surrounded by pampered noble heirs? I can work with that.’ His own recent rise in prestige, thanks to his artifact crafting, would likely make it easy for him to infiltrate Kenneth’s circle and subtly undermine his influence.

As he walked, Alaric also pondered Saintess Ceanna. ‘Grandmaster Mage, huh? One rank above me, one below an Archmage.’ He knew that to play a significant role against the Archmage-ranked demon leaders, she would likely resort to forbidden techniques, powerful but dangerous magic to amplify her strength. ‘Something to keep in mind,’ he thought, a note of caution entering his internal monologue.

It didn’t take long for Alaric to locate Kenneth. He was in a section of the inner encampment where a group of younger noble heirs had gathered, their expensive armor and well-groomed appearances setting them apart. Kenneth stood in the center of the group, radiating an air of quiet authority, just as Alaric had sensed the previous day.

Alaric approached the group with a casual smile. “Well, hello there,” he said, his voice friendly and approachable. “Looks like a gathering of the kingdom’s finest.”

Several of the noble heirs turned to look at him, their initial expressions of mild curiosity quickly shifting to recognition and a hint of deference. Alaric Steele, the renowned artificer, was a name that carried weight in these circles.

“Master Steele!” one of the young nobles exclaimed, stepping forward with a polite bow. “It’s an honor to meet you. We’ve heard much about your… contributions.”

“Just doing my part,” Alaric replied with a modest shrug. He then turned his attention to Kenneth, offering a friendly nod. “Kenneth, isn’t it? We haven’t seen each other since the academy. You’ve grown quite a bit.”

Kenneth’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. “Steele,” he replied, his tone polite but lacking genuine warmth. “Yes, it has been a while.”

Alaric smoothly integrated himself into the group, striking up conversations with the various noble heirs, asking about their families, their experiences in the encampment, and their thoughts on the upcoming battle. He used his natural charm and his reputation to quickly gain their favor, his words carefully chosen to impress and flatter them.

As he interacted with the group, Alaric couldn’t help but notice Kenneth’s interactions with a few of the noble heiresses who were also part of the group. There was a definite spark between Kenneth and a couple of them, a shared laughter, lingering glances, and subtle touches that hinted at a budding romance. Alaric had to admit, they did look rather good together, their youthful energy and noble bearing creating a charming picture.

‘Cute,’ Alaric thought, a playful smirk forming on his lips as he turned his attention towards the heiresses. He subtly activated his Charm Aura, letting its gentle influence wash over them, enhancing his already considerable appeal. He then caught the eye of one particularly pretty heiress with long, flowing brown hair and offered her a casual Wink of Flirtation.

The effect was immediate. The heiress’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she lowered her gaze, a shy smile playing on her lips. Alaric repeated the gesture with another heiress, this one with fiery red hair, and received a similar reaction. They both began to giggle amongst themselves, occasionally stealing glances at Alaric, their eyes filled with a newfound interest.

Kenneth, who had been in the middle of a conversation with one of the blushing heiresses, noticed the sudden shift in their attention. He saw the way they were gazing at Alaric, the soft smiles on their faces, and a wave of anger washed over him. ‘What does he think he’s doing?’ Kenneth fumed internally. He had been carefully cultivating these relationships, and this newcomer was effortlessly stealing their attention.

To regain his lost prestige and assert his dominance within the group, Kenneth decided to issue a challenge. He stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Alaric, a determined look on his face. “Steele,” he said, his voice carrying a new edge of formality. “It’s good to see you’re doing well. I must say, your reputation precedes you. I was wondering… perhaps we could have a friendly spar? Just to see how much we’ve both improved since our academy days.” He couldn’t sense Alaric’s current power level, but he was confident that it couldn’t possibly surpass his own, given that he had reached the peak stage of the Master Mage rank.

Alaric smirked inwardly. ‘Oh, you have no idea,’ he thought, his ruby eyes glinting with amusement. Outwardly, he maintained a casual demeanor. “A spar?” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “Well, Kenneth, I’m always up for a bit of friendly competition. But I should warn you,” he added, a playful yet serious tone entering his voice, “I don’t hold back.”

“Neither will I,” Kenneth retorted, his pride clearly wounded by Alaric’s earlier charm offensive.

The news of the impending spar spread quickly through the group of noble heirs, and soon, a small crowd had gathered, eager to witness the clash between the renowned artificer and the rising star among their ranks. They made their way to a nearby sparring arena, a roped-off area specifically designated for such friendly duels. The noble heirs positioned themselves outside the ring, their eyes filled with anticipation.

As they stood facing each other in the center of the arena, Kenneth took a confident stance, a faint magical aura beginning to emanate from his body. “Ready, Steele?” he asked, a determined glint in his eyes.

“Born ready, Kenneth,” Alaric replied with a wide, confident grin.

The spar began with Kenneth launching a barrage of powerful wind blades towards Alaric. The blades were sharp and swift, whistling through the air with deadly precision. However, Alaric simply stood his ground, a calm expression on his face. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured a shimmering arcane shield that effortlessly deflected the wind blades, shattering them into harmless fragments that dissipated into the air.

The noble heirs watching from the sidelines gasped in surprise. Kenneth’s wind magic was known to be quite potent, and Alaric haddeflected it with seemingly minimal effort.

Kenneth, visibly taken aback, didn’t let his surprise linger. He followed up with a series of earth spikes erupting from the ground beneath Alaric’s feet. The spikes were thick and sharp, designed to impale anyone caught in their path. But Alaric was already moving, leaping gracefully into the air just as the spikes burst forth, landing lightly on the other side of the arena.

“Not bad, Kenneth,” Alaric called out, his voice carrying easily across the arena. “But you’ll have to do better than that if you want to even touch me.”

Kenneth’s face flushed with anger. He began to unleash a more powerful series of spells, combining fireballs, ice shards, and bolts of lightning, each attack more potent than the last. The arena became a chaotic display of elemental magic, the air crackling with energy.

But Alaric moved through the magical onslaught with an almost supernatural grace, dodging and weaving, deflecting and dissipating each attack with effortless ease. He wasn’t even casting any complex spells himself, simply using basic arcane manipulation to counter Kenneth’s advanced techniques.

The noble heirs watched in stunned silence, their initial excitement giving way to a growing sense of awe at Alaric’s seemingly effortless skill. Kenneth, a peak stage Master Mage, was unleashing his full power, yet Alaric, without even breaking a sweat, was completely neutralizing every attack.

Finally, Alaric decided it was time to end the spar. He stopped dodging and weaving and stood his ground, a confident smirk playing on his lips. As Kenneth launched a massive fireball towards him, Alaric simply raised his hand, and a vortex of pure arcane energy erupted from his palm, engulfing the fireball and completely annihilating it in a spectacular display of power.

The force of the counter-spell sent a shockwave rippling through the arena, causing Kenneth to stumble backward, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“My turn, Kenneth,” Alaric said, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable weight of power. He raised both hands, and two massive spheres of pure arcane energy began to form above him, crackling with raw magical force. The sheer power radiating from these spheres was palpable, causing the noble heirs to instinctively take a step back, their faces etched with awe and a hint of fear.

Kenneth stared up at the spheres of energy, his face pale with shock. He could sense the immense power contained within them, a power that far surpassed his own. It was then that he realized the truth. Alaric Steele wasn’t just a skilled artificer; he was a mage of a much higher caliber than himself.

“I… I yield,” Kenneth stammered, his voice barely a whisper, his pride completely shattered.

Alaric smiled, the two spheres of arcane energy dissipating harmlessly into the air. “A wise decision, Kenneth,” he said, his tone magnanimous. “No need for anyone to get hurt in a friendly spar.”

The noble heirs erupted into murmurs of astonishment, their gazes now fixed on Alaric with a newfound respect and awe. They had witnessed firsthand the immense power he possessed, a power that clearly placed him in a league above Kenneth. Alaric Steele was not just a talented artificer; he was a force to be reckoned with.

Alaric offered Kenneth a hand up, which the defeated mage hesitantly accepted. “Good spar, Kenneth,” Alaric said, his tone genuinely friendly. “You’ve definitely improved since the academy.”

Despite Alaric’s attempt at a friendly gesture, Kenneth couldn’t meet his gaze, his humiliation evident. The noble heiresses who had been fawning over Kenneth earlier were now looking at Alaric with undisguised admiration, their earlier blushes returning with renewed intensity. Alaric simply smiled inwardly. His plan was already in motion.