Harem Master: Seduction System - Chapter 262

Chapter 262: Fucking Beauties Of Sect
Alaric’s hand comes down with a resounding smack on Elder Suyin’s offered buttock, the sound sharp in the sudden stillness of the chamber. Lingfeng, her mouth still tingling from servicing him, looks up from beside the bed, her eyes wide. Liyue, nestled against his other side, gasps softly.

“Ngh! Master Alaric!” Suyin cries out, her body arching instinctively against his lap. The sting is immediate, followed by a wave of shocking, forbidden heat.

“That’s Lord Alaric to you, Elder,” Alaric corrects, his voice a low purr, though his grip on her hip is anything but gentle. He delivers another smack, harder this time, to the other cheek. “Or have you forgotten your place already?”

“No! Lord Alaric! Forgive me, Lord!” Suyin babbles, shame and a bewildering arousal warring within her. Her decades of icy discipline, her revered status as a peak Grandmaster Martialist, feel like fragile snowflakes melting under the inferno of his dominance.

Alaric chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound. He pulls her more firmly across his thighs, her magnificent, mature backside tilted up invitingly. He parts her pale cheeks with his free hand, exposing the tight, pink folds hidden beneath.

“You offer your… advanced cultivation… so eagerly, Elder Suyin,” Alaric murmurs, his breath warm against her ear. “Let us see if it can withstand a true… spiritual infusion.”

He positions his still-hard, glistening cock at her entrance. Suyin tenses, her breath catching.

“Relax, Elder,” Alaric whispers, then thrusts into her with a single, powerful motion.

“AAAAH! Lord!” Suyin screams, her voice cracking, her body seizing as he stretches her tight, surprisingly virginal passage. The sensation is overwhelming – a burning, tearing fullness that is both pain and an unbelievable, shocking pleasure. Her carefully constructed icy composure shatters into a million pieces.

Alaric holds her hips firmly, his rhythm slow and deliberate at first, letting her feel every inch of his penetration. Lingfeng and Liyue watch, mesmerized, their own bodies instinctively responding to Suyin’s cries, a strange mixture of fear and vicarious excitement coursing through them.

“Tighter than I expected, Elder,” Alaric grunts, picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. “All those years of cold cultivation… haven’t quite frozen everything, have they?”

“Nnngh! Lord Alaric… please… it’s… it’s too much!” Suyin sobs, her face pressed into his thighs, her voice muffled. But her hips, betraying her words, begin to move, rocking back against his powerful strokes.

Alaric reaches around, his hand finding her surprisingly large, firm breasts, squeezing them roughly. “Too much? Or not enough, my dear Suyin?” He teases a nipple between his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

Lingfeng, unable to just watch, crawls onto the bed, positioning herself near Alaric’s head. She leans down, her long dark hair brushing against his face, and begins to kiss his neck, his shoulders, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. Liyue, emboldened, does the same on his other side, her soft lips exploring his earlobe, her breath warm and eager.

Alaric groans, their attentions fueling his desire. He pounds into Suyin with renewed vigor, his thrusts brutal and possessive. Suyin’s cries become a continuous stream of moans and gasps, her body utterly consumed by the overwhelming sensations.

“Look at your Elder, girls,” Alaric says, his voice rough, not looking away from Suyin’s writhing form. “See how she takes her Lord’s discipline. See how she surrenders.”

He drives Suyin to a shattering climax, her body convulsing violently against his lap, her screams echoing in the chamber. He doesn’t stop, continuing his relentless assault, pushing her past the peak, into a realm of pure, mindless sensation. Finally, with a guttural roar, he empties himself deep inside her, his seed flooding her abused passage.

He pulls out slowly, leaving Elder Suyin a trembling, sobbing wreck across his thighs, utterly broken, utterly claimed.

Alaric gives her a final, possessive smack on her reddened buttocks before gently pushing her off his lap onto the furs beside him. He turns his attention to Lingfeng, who is looking at him with wide, dark eyes filled with a mixture of awe, fear, and blatant, hungry desire.

“Your turn, Disciple Lingfeng,” Alaric says, his voice still rough. He pulls her onto his lap, positioning her to face him. “Let’s see if your youthful fire can match your Elder’s… hidden heat.”

Lingfeng gasps as he lifts her, her illusionary robes vanishing as he intended, revealing the tiny black silk bikini clinging to her athletic, curvaceous form. Her full breasts, already peaked, strain against the thin fabric.

He doesn’t bother removing it. He simply reaches down, his fingers finding the delicate strings at her hips. With a quick tug, the bikini bottom is loosened, pushed aside. He positions his still-impressive erection at her entrance.

“Wrap your legs around me, Lingfeng,” he commands.

She obeys instantly, her strong, toned legs encircling his waist, pulling him closer. He thrusts upwards, entering her with a smooth, powerful motion.

“Ah! Lord Alaric!” Lingfeng cries out, her body arching as he fills her. This is not her first time with him – they had shared several passionate, hurried encounters in secluded ice caves – but this feels different. More intense. More… possessive.

Alaric holds her hips, guiding her rhythm as she begins to ride him. Her movements are energetic, athletic, her body surprisingly resilient. Liyue, still nestled at his side, reaches out, her hand finding Lingfeng’s breast, gently caressing it. Lingfeng moans, her head falling back, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders.

“You like that, Lingfeng?” Alaric murmurs, his hands moving to cup her breasts, squeezing them, teasing her nipples through the thin silk of her bikini top. “Two of your sisters pleasuring you at once?”

“Yes! Oh, yes, Lord!” Lingfeng pants, her hips moving faster, grinding against him.

Alaric matches her pace, his thrusts deep and powerful. He brings her to a quick, explosive climax, her body shuddering against his, her cries echoing in the chamber. He follows swiftly, emptying himself inside her with a satisfied groan.

He doesn’t let her rest. He slides her off his lap, turning her around so she’s facing away from him, still straddling his thighs. He enters her from behind, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. He reaches around, his hands finding her breasts again, while Liyue, at his unspoken command, leans forward and begins to suckle on Lingfeng’s exposed nipples.

Lingfeng screams, the combination of sensations overwhelming. Alaric pounds into her from behind, driving her to another, even more intense orgasm.

Next, it is Liyue’s turn for more focused attention. Alaric lays her on her back on the bed, her innocent, wide eyes looking up at him with a mixture of adoration and shy anticipation. He strips away her bikini with slow, deliberate movements, savoring her blushes, her soft gasps.

He takes his time with Liyue, his approach gentler, more seductive, though no less dominant. He kisses her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, while his hands roam her body, tracing every curve, every sensitive spot. He brings her to the brink of pleasure again and again with just his fingers and his mouth, teasing her, tormenting her, making her beg for his cock.

When he finally enters her, it is with a slow, possessive reverence that makes her cry out his name in a torrent of released emotion. Elder Suyin and Lingfeng, watching from the side, find themselves aroused anew by the sight of Liyue’s utter surrender, their own bodies aching for his touch once more.

The night continues in a relentless cycle of pleasure and submission. Alaric moves between the three women, his stamina seemingly limitless. He has them in every conceivable position – on the bed, against the walls, over the ornate ice-carved furniture, even on the thick fur rugs before the hearth.

He makes them pleasure each other while he watches, his ruby eyes burning with possessive satisfaction. He has Lingfeng and Liyue worship Elder Suyin’s magnificent, mature body, their tongues and hands exploring her curves, bringing her to shuddering climaxes. Then he has Suyin and Liyue attend to Lingfeng, their combined attentions driving the fiery disciple into a frenzy of moans and pleas. Finally, Suyin and Lingfeng turn their skills upon Liyue, the innocent disciple discovering new depths of sensation under their experienced touch.

He joins their games, taking them from behind while another pleasures them orally, creating a symphony of mingled moans and cries. He has them form a chain, one servicing the other while he takes the last in line from behind, their bodies slick with sweat and sexual fluids, their minds lost in a haze of overwhelming sensation.

Their decades, or in Suyin’s case, nearly two decades, of disciplined Yin-attribute ice-based training, their ingrained modesty, their vows of chastity – all prove utterly ineffective against Alaric’s overwhelming dominance and the raw, primal pleasure he unleashes within them. Their icy resolve melts under the inferno of his lust, their bodies betraying their minds, craving his touch, his possession, his seed.

He takes them again and again, pushing them past their limits, breaking them down, remaking them. He is ruthless, demanding, yet there is a strange, twisted tenderness in his possession, a sense of utter ownership that they, in their shattered state, find strangely… comforting. They are his. Completely. And in that surrender, they find a perverse kind of freedom.

He doesn’t just fuck their bodies; he claims their minds. He whispers promises of power, of protection, of belonging. He makes them call him Lord, Master, God. He makes them swear eternal devotion, eternal submission. And they do, eagerly, desperately, their voices hoarse, their eyes glazed with a mixture of exhaustion, pleasure, and absolute, unquestioning adoration.

He cums inside them repeatedly, easily surpassing thirty rounds in total throughout the night and into the morning, marking them, claiming them, ensuring his essence seeps deep into their very beings. Each release is a brand, a seal of his ownership.

As the morning sun once again paints the icy peaks with golden light, Alaric shows no signs of stopping. He is a force of nature, his stamina seemingly divine. The three women – Elder, Disciple, and the wide-eyed innocent – are utterly spent, their bodies aching, their minds blissfully blank, existing only in the moment, centered entirely on the man who commands their every breath, their every sensation.

He pulls Lingfeng onto his lap, her back pressed against his chest, her legs dangling. He enters her from this position, his thrusts deep and powerful, her head lolling back against his shoulder, soft moans escaping her lips. Liyue kneels before them, her mouth eagerly working his balls, her tongue darting and teasing. Elder Suyin lies sprawled on the furs nearby, watching with heavy-lidded eyes, her hand slowly stroking her own still-sensitive core, a faint smile on her lips.

“Still with me, Lingfeng?” Alaric murmurs, his voice rough, his hands cupping her full breasts, which are now exquisitely tender from his attentions.

“Always… Lord Alaric…” she gasps, her body arching against his.

He drives her to another shuddering climax, his own release following swiftly. He doesn’t withdraw. He simply holds her, their bodies still joined, their breathing slowly evening out.

Then, with a renewed surge of energy that seems to defy all human limits, Alaric rises, still carrying Lingfeng. He strides towards the opulent, steaming bathroom attached to his chamber. Liyue and Elder Suyin, sensing his intent, push themselves up with weary groans, their bodies protesting but their eyes alight with a familiar, Pavlovian anticipation. They follow him, their movements slow, their hips swaying with exhaustion and lingering arousal.

The bathroom is vast, clad in shimmering ice-blue marble, with a massive sunken tub already filled with steaming, herb-infused water. Alaric sets Lingfeng down gently on the edge of the tub.

“Time for a… cleansing, my beauties,” Alaric says, a predatory glint in his ruby eyes. “But first…”

He turns to Liyue, pulling her into his arms, his mouth claiming hers in a deep, possessive kiss. He then moves to Elder Suyin, repeating the claiming kiss, savoring the taste of their surrender.

He gestures towards a collection of tiny, exquisitely crafted silk garments laid out on a marble vanity – the enchanted bikinis. “Put these on,” he commands. “I wish to see my ice maidens properly attired for their… ablutions.”

The three women obey without question, their fingers, though trembling with exhaustion, deftly fastening the delicate strings of the bikinis. The scraps of silk barely cover their essential areas, accentuating their magnificent, marked bodies – Lingfeng’s athletic curves, Liyue’s youthful fullness, Suyin’s mature, powerful voluptuousness. Their large breasts strain against the thin fabric, their nipples dark and prominent. The tiny bottoms do little to conceal the swell of their mounds or the enticing curve of their buttocks.

Alaric watches them, his own erection, impossibly, already stirring again. The sight of them in these skimpy, revealing garments, their bodies still slick with sweat and the lingering scent of their night-long orgy, is incredibly stimulating.

“Perfect,” Alaric purrs, his voice thick with desire. He steps towards Lingfeng, who is standing by the edge of the tub, her bikini-clad form reflected in the steamy mirrors. He runs his hands down her sides, his fingers tracing the line of her bikini bottom. “So exquisitely… vulnerable.”

He pulls her into the massive tub with him, the warm water enveloping them. He presses her back against the cool marble side, his body flush against hers, his erection nudging against her wet entrance.

“Ready for your bath, Disciple?” Alaric whispers, his lips brushing her ear.

Lingfeng gasps, her body arching against his as he enters her again, the warm water swirling around their joined bodies. He fucks her there, in the steaming tub, his thrusts sending ripples across the water, her moans echoing off the marble walls. Liyue and Elder Suyin watch from the edge of the tub, their own bodies aching with renewed desire, their hands instinctively finding their own wet cores.

The morning had just begun, but for Alaric Steele and his newly acquired trio of Mystic Ice Sect beauties, the night of endless pleasure was far from over. The cleansing would be thorough. And exquisitely, exhaustingly, divine.

The warm water of the sunken tub lapped around Lingfeng’s thighs as Alaric moved within her, his thrusts powerful and deliberate. Her back was pressed against the cool, smooth marble, a stark contrast to the heat coiling in her belly.

“Ah… Lord Alaric…” Lingfeng gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back. The tiny black silk bikini she wore felt almost nonexistent, the wet fabric clinging to her athletic curves, her full breasts straining against the thin straps.

Liyue, her wide, innocent eyes now glazed with a potent mixture of arousal and anticipation, shifted restlessly on the marble edge of the tub. Elder Suyin, beside her, watched with a more knowing, heavy-lidded gaze, her own mature body humming with residual pleasure and a building, undeniable need.

Alaric chuckled, a low, possessive sound, feeling Lingfeng’s body clench around him. “Enjoying your… cleansing, Disciple?” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

He didn’t wait for an answer, his hips picking up the pace, driving deeper into her. The water sloshed around them, sending small waves across the vast tub.

Lingfeng cried out, her body arching, meeting his every thrust. She was lost in sensation, the water a slick, sensual medium enhancing every movement, every friction.

Suddenly, Liyue, emboldened by the raw display and her own burgeoning desires, slipped into the tub from the other side. The warm water enveloped her youthful, curvaceous form, her own black silk bikini clinging like a second skin.

She moved towards Alaric and Lingfeng, her eyes fixed on their joined bodies. “Lord Alaric…” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, “may… may I assist?”

Alaric glanced at her, a predatory glint in his ruby eyes. “Assist how, little Liyue?” he purred, not slowing his rhythm with Lingfeng.

Liyue didn’t answer with words. She reached out, her hand finding Lingfeng’s breast, which was already exquisitely sensitive from Alaric’s attentions. She cupped it gently, her thumb brushing against the hardened nipple through the wet silk.

Lingfeng gasped, a fresh wave of pleasure shooting through her. “Liyue! Ah!”

Alaric smirked. ‘Good girl, Liyue. Learning quickly.’

Elder Suyin, not to be outdone, and driven by a potent mix of residual arousal, the commanding presence of her Lord, and perhaps a touch of competitive desire, also slid into the tub. Her magnificent, mature body, clad in its own scandalously tiny black bikini, displaced a significant amount of water, sending ripples across the surface.

She moved with a surprising grace for her exhaustion, her heavy breasts swaying enticingly as she approached the entwined trio. “It seems… the water is quite… invigorating, Lord Alaric,” Suyin purred, her voice husky, her obsidian eyes fixed on his powerful form.

She didn’t wait for an invitation. She reached out, her experienced hands finding Alaric’s muscular back, her fingers tracing the lines of his spine, then moving lower, cupping his hard buttocks, her touch possessive, almost demanding.

Alaric grunted, his thrusts into Lingfeng deepening as Suyin’s hands squeezed his ass. “Impatient, Elder?”

Suyin chuckled, a low, throaty sound. She leaned forward, her lips finding Alaric’s shoulder, licking and biting gently, while Liyue continued to caress Lingfeng. The scene was one of utter, communal depravity, three beautiful, near-naked women vying for the attention of their magnificent, dominant Lord in the steaming water.

Lingfeng, caught between Alaric’s powerful thrusts, Liyue’s gentle caresses, and the sight of Elder Suyin boldly claiming Alaric’s body, felt herself nearing another shattering climax.

“Lord! I’m… I’m close!” she cried out, her body tensing.

Alaric obliged, his pace quickening, driving her over the edge with a final series of deep, possessive thrusts. Lingfeng screamed, her body convulsing around him, the warm water swirling with her release.

He didn’t pull out immediately. He held her close, savoring her climax, feeling her body tremble against his. Then, with a slow, deliberate withdrawal, he left her gasping and limp against the marble side of the tub.

Without missing a beat, Alaric turned his attention to Elder Suyin, who was watching him with hungry, expectant eyes. He pulled her towards him, her magnificent, mature body pressing against his.

“Your turn, Elder,” Alaric growled, his voice thick with desire. He positioned her against the side of the tub, much as he had Lingfeng, her full, rounded buttocks displayed invitingly.

Suyin moaned softly, her hands gripping the marble edge, her body already slick and ready. Alaric entered her from behind, his cock sliding easily into her wet heat. The warm water swirled around their joined bodies, the sensation incredibly intimate, intensely pleasurable.

He fucked her with a powerful, steady rhythm, his hands cupping her heavy breasts from the front, squeezing and teasing her nipples. Lingfeng, recovering slowly, watched them, a mixture of exhaustion and renewed arousal flickering in her eyes. Liyue, ever eager, moved closer, her hands finding Suyin’s hips, her fingers tracing the lines of her bikini bottom.

“You like watching your Elder get used, Liyue?” Alaric murmured, glancing at the younger disciple.

Liyue blushed but nodded eagerly. “Yes, Lord Alaric. It’s… very exciting.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Suyin’s sweat-slick back.

Suyin gasped, the combination of Alaric’s deep thrusts and Liyue’s caresses sending her into a frenzy of pleasure. She cried out, her voice echoing off the marble walls, her body arching against Alaric’s, her climax hitting hard and fast.

Alaric continued to pound into her, driving her deeper into oblivion, before finally finding his own release within her, his seed mingling with the warm bathwater.

He pulled out, leaving Suyin panting and trembling, slumped against the side of the tub. He turned to Liyue, who was looking at him with wide, adoring eyes, her own body practically vibrating with need.

“And now for my innocent little ice flower,” Alaric purred, pulling Liyue into his arms. He positioned her facing him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her youthful, curvaceous body pressing against his.

He entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight, wet passage. Liyue moaned softly, burying her face in his neck, her hands gripping his shoulders. He fucked her gently at first, then with increasing passion, his movements powerful yet controlled, his lips and hands exploring her body, igniting fires wherever they touched.

Lingfeng and Elder Suyin watched, their own bodies still humming with pleasure, their gazes fixed on Alaric and Liyue. They reached out, their hands finding Liyue’s thighs, her hips, caressing her gently, adding to her pleasure. It was a shared experience, a communal act of submission and desire.

Alaric brought Liyue to a shattering orgasm, her cries of pleasure echoing through the steamy bathroom. He followed swiftly, his own release powerful and deep.

But he wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. The morning was still young, and the warm water of the massive tub offered endless possibilities for further… cleansing.

He moved between the three women, taking them one by one, then together, in every conceivable position the confines of the tub allowed. He had Lingfeng sit on his lap, facing him, while Liyue knelt before them, her mouth working his balls, and Elder Suyin stood behind him, her hands massaging his shoulders, her lips occasionally finding his neck.

He laid Suyin on her back in the shallow end of the tub, her magnificent breasts floating enticingly on the surface of the water. He knelt between her legs, his cock buried deep inside her, while Lingfeng and Liyue took turns worshipping her breasts with their mouths, their tongues teasing her nipples, their hands exploring her body.

He stood them all up against the marble wall of the tub, taking them from behind, one after the other, the warm water lapping around their thighs, their moans and cries mingling with the splashing sounds.

He made them pleasure each other with their mouths and hands while he watched, his ruby eyes burning with possessive satisfaction, his own erection throbbing with renewed desire. He then joined their games, his cock finding eager mouths and wet, welcoming passages, his dominance absolute, his pleasure seemingly endless.

Their bikinis, already scandalously small, became even more revealing as they shifted and twisted, the wet silk clinging to their bodies, offering tantalizing glimpses of their hidden treasures. Alaric often “accidentally” dislodged a strap or a string, exposing a breast here, a buttock cheek there, his hands lingering possessively on their bare skin.

The water in the tub grew cloudy with their mingled sweat and sexual fluids, the scent of their arousal filling the steamy air. Their bodies were marked with red handprints, faint bruises, and love bites, testament to Alaric’s passionate, relentless claiming.

They lost all track of time, existing only in a haze of pleasure and submission. Their initial shyness, their ingrained modesty, their years of icy discipline – all had been shattered, replaced by a raw, primal need for their Lord, their Master, their God.

They screamed his name, they begged for more, they offered their bodies willingly, eagerly, desperately. They were his. Completely. And they reveled in their surrender.

Finally, as the midday sun began to stream through the high bathroom window, casting golden shafts of light onto the steamy scene, Alaric decided it was time for a change of pace.

He pulled Lingfeng onto the wide marble edge of the tub, her back pressed against his chest. He entered her from behind, his thrusts slow and deep, his hands cupping her full breasts, which were now exquisitely tender.

“You’ve all been very good girls,” Alaric murmured, his voice rough with lingering passion. “Very… accommodating.”

Lingfeng moaned softly, her body arching against his. Liyue and Elder Suyin, still in the tub, watched them, their own bodies aching with a mixture of exhaustion and renewed desire.

Alaric brought Lingfeng to another shuddering climax, his own release following swiftly. He held her close for a moment, savoring the feel of her trembling body against his.

Then, with a renewed surge of energy that seemed to defy all human limits, Alaric stood up, pulling Lingfeng with him. He stepped out of the tub, his magnificent physique glistening with water and sweat.

He turned to Liyue and Elder Suyin, who were still watching him with wide, adoring eyes. “Come, my beauties,” he commanded, his voice laced with a predatory promise. “The cleansing is not yet complete. I believe the shower offers… new possibilities.”

Liyue and Elder Suyin exchanged a glance, a mixture of exhaustion and eager anticipation in their eyes. They pushed themselves up, their bodies protesting but their wills completely subservient to his. They followed him towards the large, glass-enclosed shower stall, their wet bikinis clinging to their magnificent, marked bodies.

The final stage of their… ablutions… was about to begin. And they knew, with a thrill of both fear and excitement, that it would be even more intense, even more overwhelming, even more… divine.

The glass door of the shower stall clicked shut, sealing Alaric and his three ice maidens within the steamy enclosure. The water, initially cool, quickly turned hot at Alaric’s silent magical command, creating a dense fog that clung to their naked and near-naked bodies.

He pushed Elder Suyin against the cool, tiled wall first. Her magnificent, mature curves, accentuated by the ridiculously tiny black bikini, pressed against the unyielding surface. The hot water cascaded over her, plastering her dark hair to her face, making her skin glisten.

“Spread your legs, Elder,” Alaric commanded, his voice a low growl against the hiss of the shower.

Suyin obeyed instantly, her hands gripping the tiles for support, her legs parting to grant him access. Alaric positioned himself, his still-hard cock nudging against her wet entrance. He drove into her with a powerful thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the confined space.

He fucked her against the wall, his rhythm fast and brutal, the hot water sluicing over them, mingling with their sweat and sexual fluids. Suyin cried out, her voice hoarse, her body arching against his, her climax hitting her in wave after wave of shattering pleasure.

Lingfeng and Liyue watched, their own bodies pressed against the glass door, the steam fogging their view but not obscuring the raw, primal scene unfolding before them. Their hands instinctively found their own wet cores, their fingers tracing patterns, mimicking Alaric’s movements.

Alaric pulled out of Suyin, leaving her panting and trembling against the wall. He immediately turned to Lingfeng, grabbing her arm, pulling her under the steaming spray. He pushed her face down against the tiles, her athletic backside presented invitingly.

He entered her from behind, his thrusts deep and punishing, her cries of pleasure muffled against the wet wall. Liyue reached out, her hand finding Lingfeng’s breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple, adding to her torment.

Next, it was Liyue’s turn. Alaric lifted her, pinning her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried deep inside her youthful, tight passage. Elder Suyin, recovering slightly, reached out, her hands cupping Liyue’s full breasts, her thumbs teasing her nipples until Liyue screamed his name.

He moved between them, relentless, his stamina seemingly divine. He had them pleasure each other with their mouths and hands under the cascading water while he watched, his ruby eyes burning with possessive satisfaction. He then joined their games, his cock finding eager mouths, his hands exploring their wet, slick bodies, his dominance absolute.

Their bikinis, already soaked, became almost translucent, offering tantalizing glimpses of their hidden treasures. He “accidentally” dislodged straps and strings, his fingers lingering on their bare skin, his touch sending shivers of electricity through their already overstimulated bodies.

The shower stall became a crucible of lust and surrender, the hot water a constant caress, the steam a veil over their debauchery. They cried out his name, they begged for more, they offered their bodies willingly, eagerly, desperately.

Finally, as the sun reached its zenith, casting bright rays through the bathroom window, Alaric decided their “cleansing” was complete. He brought Elder Suyin to one last, shuddering climax against the tiled wall, his own release powerful and deep.

He stepped out of the shower, his magnificent physique glistening with water and sweat. He watched as the three women stumbled out after him, their bodies aching, their minds blissfully blank, their wills utterly shattered.

He used a drying spell on all of them, leaving their skin warm and fragrant, their bikinis clinging to their still-damp bodies. He then led them back to the bedchamber, the scent of their mingled arousal still heavy in the air.

He didn’t bother with clothes. He simply pulled them onto the massive bed, their naked and near-naked bodies tangling together amidst the plush furs. He lay in the center, Lingfeng curled on one side, Liyue on the other, Elder Suyin sprawled across his legs, her head resting on his thigh.

He held them close, his hands idly caressing their soft skin, his ruby eyes filled with a possessive, satisfied glow. They were his. Completely. The proud, icy disciples of the Mystic Ice Sect, now his warm, willing, utterly devoted pleasure slaves.

Sleep finally claimed them, a deep, exhausted slumber born of endless pleasure and absolute surrender. Alaric watched them for a long moment, a faint smile playing on his lips.