Harem Master: Seduction System - Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Making Ulriya, Orion’s Hot Mother, Submit
The air in the private chamber hung thick and heavy, a cloying mix of sweat, expensive perfume, and raw desire. It was the kind of air that clung to your skin, a humid blanket woven from the aftermath of intense passion.

Alaric, his muscles still taut from exertion, leaned over Ulyria, his breath coming in slow, steady exhales. Her skin, flushed a vibrant rose, contrasted starkly with the dark leather of the chaise lounge she lay upon. Her breathing was shallow, rapid, and her eyes, when they met his, held a mixture of lingering pleasure and dawning apprehension.

“So,” Alaric began, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the small space, “tell me… what do I call you, sweetheart?” He traced a lazy circle on her arm with a calloused finger, the touch sending a shiver through her.

Ulyria’s voice was barely a whisper, a breathy sound that seemed to catch in her throat. “Ulyria,” she managed, her gaze flickering away from his, as if suddenly shy under his intense scrutiny.

A slow smile spread across Alaric’s face, a predatory curve of his lips that spoke of both satisfaction and amusement. “Ulyria,” he repeated, rolling the name around in his mouth like a fine brandy. “It suits you. It’s… pretty.” He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered her. “Now, Ulyria, here’s the thing. You’re coming with me.”

Ulyria blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Coming with you? What do you mean?” She tried to sit up, but Alaric gently placed a hand on her shoulder, preventing her.

“Just what I said,” he replied, his voice hardening slightly. “You’re going to be my maid. From now on.” His hand, still resting on her shoulder, began to knead the soft flesh there, his touch turning possessive.

A flicker of defiance ignited in Ulyria’s eyes. “Absolutely not,” she retorted, finally managing to push herself up into a sitting position. “I have a life. I can’t just… leave.”

Alaric’s smile vanished, replaced by a steely glint in his eyes.

His hand cracked sharply across her already reddened backside, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. Ulyria yelped, her body jerking in surprise and pain.

“Listen up, sweet cheeks,” Alaric said, his voice cold and commanding. “I’m not asking for your opinion here. I’m telling you how it’s going to be. You’re going to be my maid, and in exchange, your dear son, Orion, won’t mysteriously disappear or meet an unfortunate end. Got it?”

The color drained from Ulyria’s face, leaving her pale and shaken. The mention of Orion was like a physical blow, silencing any further protest. Her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resentment, but beneath it, Alaric detected a flicker of something else – a spark of unwilling fascination, a primal response to his dominance.

“But… my husband,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What about him?”

Alaric shrugged, a dismissive gesture that spoke volumes. “What about him? He’s your problem, not mine. You and Orion are my concern now. You want to keep them both safe? You do as I say. Otherwise…” He let the threat hang in the air, the implication clear.

Ulyria’s shoulders slumped, her defiance crumbling under the weight of his threat. She knew she was trapped. There was no escape. Not if she wanted to protect her family. “I… I understand,” she whispered, the words laced with bitterness and resignation.

“Good girl,” Alaric said, his voice regaining its earlier warmth, though it still held an edge of command. “Now, get dressed. We’ve got an audience waiting. And I hate to keep people waiting.”

Ulyria slowly began to gather her scattered clothing, her movements stiff and awkward. Alaric watched her, a smirk playing on his lips. He saw the conflicting emotions swirling within her – fear, anger, resentment, and a strange undercurrent of unwilling attraction. He knew it would take time for her to reconcile herself to her new reality, but he was patient. He could afford to wait.

When they finally emerged from the private chamber, the main area of the warehouse was shrouded in a tense silence. Rosalind stood with her arms crossed, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to the dim lighting. Her eyes narrowed as she took in Alaric and Ulyria’s disheveled appearance. Orion knelt on the dusty floor, his face pale, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and despair. His father remained slumped against the wall, unconscious, a discarded heap of a man.

“What did you do to her?” Orion demanded, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. He looked at his mother, his eyes pleading for an explanation she couldn’t give.

Alaric ignored Orion, his grip tightening on Ulyria’s hand as he pulled her closer to his side. “Everyone,” he announced, his voice cutting through the silence, “meet my new maid. Ulyria will be… attending to my needs from now on. And if you ever even think about stepping out of line, Orion,” he turned his gaze on the young man, his eyes cold and hard, “she’ll pay the price. And trust me, you really don’t want that.”

Orion’s face went even paler, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. “You can’t do this,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alaric simply smirked. “I just did, kid. Get used to it.”

Rosalind, a flicker of amusement in her eyes, stepped forward. “Alaric,” she purred, running a hand through her vibrant hair, “are you not satisfied with me? That you want to keep a sexy little thing like Ulyria by your side as your maid?”

Alaric pulled Rosalind close, his arm wrapping around her waist as he leaned down to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. When he pulled back, he whispered in her ear, “It’s just a game, Rosie. I’m playing with his mother to keep Orion in line. You know I’m all yours, baby.”

Rosalind smiled, her eyes filled with understanding and satisfaction. “I see,” she murmured, her voice soft and sultry. “Well, as long as you’re mine, I don’t mind sharing you with a maid. Just remember who you belong to, lover boy.”

Alaric chuckled, his grip on Rosalind’s waist tightening. “Always, Rosie. Always.”

Turning his attention back to Orion, Alaric’s expression turned cold once more. “As for your father,” he said, gesturing to the unconscious man with a dismissive wave of his hand, “tell him that your mother left. She’s gone somewhere far away. Make something up, I don’t care. Just keep him quiet and out of my way.”

Orion’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together as he glared at Alaric. But he knew he was powerless to argue, powerless to fight back. He simply nodded, his gaze filled with a mix of hatred and resignation.

With a final, dismissive glance at Orion, Alaric turned and led Rosalind and Ulyria out of the warehouse. The air outside was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the heavy, tense atmosphere they had left behind. The streets were quiet, the moon casting long, eerie shadows as they made their way back to the Blue Rose Inn.

As they walked, Alaric couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had achieved his goal, had gained a powerful ally in Ulyria, and had humiliated Orion in the process. It was a good day’s work, and he was looking forward to the adventures that lay ahead.

Ulyria walked silently beside him, her head bowed, her body tense. Alaric could sense the turmoil within her, the mix of anger, fear, and desire that warred for dominance. He knew she would need time to adjust, time to accept her new role. But he was patient. He could wait.

Rosalind, on the other hand, was in high spirits, her eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation. She knew that with Ulyria by their side, their adventures were only just beginning. And she couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

As they entered the Blue Rose Inn, the warmth and comfort of the familiar surroundings enveloped them. The inn was bustling with its usual crowd of drunkards and degenerates, but Alaric paid them no mind. He led the way up the creaky stairs to his room, his mind already racing with plans for the days to come.

Once inside, Alaric turned to Ulyria, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. “First things first, sweet cheeks. You need a bath. You smell like sex and sweat, and while I don’t mind it, I can’t have my maid walking around like that all the time.”

Ulyria blushed, her eyes casting downwards as she nodded. “Yes, sir,” she murmured softly.

Alaric smirked, pleased with her response. “Good girl. Rosie, why don’t you help her out? Show her where everything is, get her settled in.”

Rosalind nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Oh, I’d be delighted to, Alaric. Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

As Rosalind led Ulyria away, Alaric poured himself a generous glass of whiskey. He leaned back against the desk, his mind already racing with possibilities. He had a new maid to… manage, a lover to keep entertained, and plenty of opportunities to stir up trouble. Life was good. He took a long sip of his whiskey, the burn a pleasant sensation in his throat.

He could hear the faint murmur of voices from the bathroom, Rosalind’s playful teasing mixing with Ulyria’s hesitant replies. He chuckled to himself, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. This was going to be interesting.

In the bathroom, Rosalind had already started filling the large tub with steaming water, adding a generous amount of scented oils that filled the small space with a fragrant aroma. Ulyria stood awkwardly by the door, her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed on the floor.

“Don’t be shy, sweetie,” Rosalind said, her voice warm and inviting. “Alaric can be a bit… forceful, but he’s not a monster. Most of the time.” She winked, a playful glint in her eyes. “Besides, you’re quite a beauty. It’s no wonder he’s taken a fancy to you.”

Ulyria finally looked up, her eyes meeting Rosalind’s. “He… he threatened my son,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, the words laced with pain. “I had no choice.”

Rosalind’s expression softened. “I understand,” she said gently. “Alaric can be… persuasive. But trust me, it’s better to be on his good side. He can be very… generous to those he cares about.” She paused, a thoughtful look on her face. “And he clearly sees something in you.”

Ulyria didn’t respond, her gaze dropping back to the floor. She began to unbutton her blouse, her movements slow and hesitant.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Rosalind said, stepping forward. She gently helped Ulyria undress, her touch surprisingly gentle. As Ulyria stood naked before her, Rosalind couldn’t help but admire her figure. She was indeed beautiful, with curves in all the right places and a natural grace that even her current distress couldn’t diminish.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Rosalind said, noticing Ulyria’s self-conscious expression. “You’re stunning.”

Ulyria blushed, a faint flush creeping up her neck. She stepped into the warm water, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as the heat soothed her aching muscles.

“Just relax,” Rosalind said, handing her a soft sponge. “I’ll be right here if you need anything.” She sat on the edge of the tub, watching Ulyria as she began to wash herself.

The silence in the bathroom was comfortable, broken only by the soft sounds of splashing water. After a few minutes, Rosalind spoke again. “So,” she said casually, “tell me about yourself, Ulyria. What did you do before… all this?”

Ulyria hesitated for a moment, then began to speak, her voice gaining strength as she talked about her life before Alaric. She spoke of her husband, a kind but somewhat weak man, and of her son, Orion, the light of her life. She described their small house, their simple life, the things she enjoyed doing – gardening, reading, spending time with her family.

As she spoke, Rosalind listened attentively, her eyes filled with genuine interest. She could see the pain in Ulyria’s eyes as she spoke of her lost life, but she also saw a strength and resilience that she admired.

By the time Ulyria had finished her bath, the tension in her body had visibly eased. Rosalind helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a soft towel.

“There you go,” Rosalind said, smiling warmly. “Feeling better?”

Ulyria nodded, a faint smile touching her lips. “Yes, thank you,” she said softly.

Rosalind led her to the bedroom, where she had laid out a simple but elegant nightgown. “Here,” she said, handing it to Ulyria. “Put this on. Alaric will probably want to… talk to you later, but for now, you should get some rest.”

Ulyria took the nightgown and quickly changed. She then sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped in her lap.

Rosalind sat beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry,” she said reassuringly. “Everything will be alright. You’re safe here.”

Ulyria looked at Rosalind, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For everything.”

Rosalind smiled. “You’re welcome,” she said. “Now, get some sleep. You’ve had a long day.”

She stood up and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, turning back to Ulyria. “And don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”

With a final reassuring smile, Rosalind left the room, leaving Ulyria alone with her thoughts. She lay down on the bed, her body still aching from her encounter with Alaric, but her mind slightly more at ease thanks to Rosalind’s kindness. She closed her eyes, and despite the turmoil within her, she soon drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the inn’s common room, Alaric was enjoying a drink with a few of the local people of this town. The room was filled with the usual raucous noise – the clinking of glasses, the boisterous laughter, the murmur of conversations.

Alaric, however, was only half-listening to the chatter around him. His mind was still on Ulyria. He was intrigued by her, by the mix of vulnerability and defiance he had seen in her eyes. He knew she would be a valuable asset, not just as a maid, but as… something more.

He took another sip of his drink, a slow smile spreading across his lips. He had a feeling that things were about to get very interesting indeed. He knew he had to play this carefully, though. Ulyria was not like the other women he had known. She was strong, resilient, and fiercely protective of her family. He would have to tread lightly, at least for now. But he was confident that in time, he would win her over. He always did.

He finished his drink and stood up, excusing himself from his companions. He made his way back upstairs, his footsteps light and silent on the creaking wooden steps. He reached his room and quietly opened the door.

He saw Ulyria sleeping peacefully in the bed, her dark hair spread out on the pillow. He stood there for a moment, watching her, a strange feeling stirring within him. It wasn’t lust, not entirely. It was something more complex, a mixture of fascination, curiosity, and a hint of… something he couldn’t quite define.

He closed the door softly behind him and moved towards the small table by the window. He poured himself another drink and sat down, his gaze still fixed on Ulyria. He knew that his life had just taken a significant turn, and he was eager to see what the future held.