Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Her walls of her pussy clenched around him uncontrollably, drawing him deeper into her endless ecstasy. Pyris groaned, his head falling back as he surrendered to the overwhelming heat of her body. His own release never ended, raw and unrelenting, as if every nerve in his body ignited at once.

He gritted his teeth, trying to steady himself, but her tightness and the way her pussy pulled his dick in drove him past the edge, again and again.

"Mother…" he gasped, his voice thick with desire and exhaustion. His hips moved with an instinctive urgency, unable to stop even as his release surged through him repeatedly. His body trembled with every pulse, each one stronger than the last, filling him with a sensation so powerful it left him breathless.

Together, they were caught in a loop of raw passion, their bodies refusing to let go of the moment. Emberly's nails raked down his back as she cried out, her head thrown back, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath him. Pyris felt every of her endless climax ripple through her, gripping him tightly, and he followed her again, his release merging with hers like two rivers converging into one.

The room was filled with their sounds—her desperate moans, his guttural groans, the rhythm of their movements, and the sheer intensity of their passion.

It was endless, all-consuming, as if time had no meaning.

They didn't stop. Pyris and Emberly continued, moving seamlessly from one position to another, exploring each other with unrestrained passion. Each thrust brought a new wave of sensation, their bodies perfectly attuned, their movements synchronized in a way that felt almost otherworldly.

Emberly's moans grew softer but no less fervent as Pyris maintained his relentless rhythm.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, her breaths coming in short, trembling gasps. Even her strength, honed over decades, wasn't enough to keep up with Pyris's unyielding stamina.

Finally, her body gave in, trembling as she collapsed into the bed her forehead pressed to his chest. "I can't… you're… unstoppable," she whispered between breaths, her voice laced with awe and exhaustion.

Pyris smiled softly, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. "Rest, Emberly," he murmured, his tone gentle now. He lifted her carefully, shifting her to lie beside him on the bed.

They lay together, her head nestled against his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her. The warmth of their shared body heat and the lingering glow of their intimacy filled the room.

Emberly's fingers traced lazy circles on his skin as she whispered, "I love you, son… my everything. You're everything to me and I love you more than I ever thought possible."

He kissed her forehead tenderly, his lips lingering for a moment. "And I'll keep giving you more. You're everything to me too, my mother... my woman."

Her breathing slowed, her body relaxing completely as sleep began to claim her. Her final words came out in a soft murmur, barely audible. "I'm so lucky… so lucky to have you. And I'm so scared of losing you."

"I am not going anywhere," he said but she'd already fallen into slumber. Pyris held her closer, his gaze softening as he watched her drift off. The night, filled with passion and love, ended with a quiet, shared peace.

The bond between them felt unshakable, a connection that would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Emberly slept soundly in his arms, Pyris's gaze drifted across the grand expanse of her bedroom. The room was an intricate blend of modern elegance and ancient opulence, reflecting Emberly's unique personality and history.

Smooth, polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of enchanted sconces on the walls, their golden light casting intricate shadows that danced across the space. The walls themselves were adorned with subtle carvings of ancient sigils, each one a quiet nod to the Obsidian family's storied legacy.

Yet, between these relics of a bygone era, sleek panels of modern technology were seamlessly integrated, hinting at the cutting-edge world they lived in.

A massive four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its dark wood etched with swirling patterns that seemed almost alive.

Heavy silk drapes, embroidered with faintly glowing threads, hung from the canopy, adding an air of mystique. The sheets beneath them were luxuriously soft, their deep crimson hue contrasting sharply with the black and gold tones of the room. Find your next read at My Virtual Library Empire

To one side, a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the sprawling Obsidian estate, the moonlight spilling through to bathe the room in a silvery glow. Opposite the windows, an ornate hearth crackled quietly with a magical flame that emitted warmth without smoke, casting flickering light across a collection of priceless artifacts displayed on shelves carved into the stone.

Despite its grandeur, the room felt intimate and deeply personal, filled with subtle touches that spoke of Emberly's character—a stack of worn books on a nightstand, a delicate vase filled with freshly cut flowers, and a single, framed photograph of her and her children on a nearby desk.

Pyris smiled faintly, his eyes lingering on the details. The room was a perfect encapsulation of who his mother was: a woman deeply tied to her ancient roots yet boldly striding into the future. It was a place of power, beauty, and warmth—a sanctuary befitting the matriarch of the Obsidian family.

He adjusted the covers around Emberly, ensuring she was comfortable before resting his head back against the pillows.

The weight of the night's events settled over him, but the atmosphere of the room, much like Emberly herself, was a soothing presence that allowed him to finally close his eyes and drift into a peaceful sleep.

Pyris leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss against Emberly's forehead. "Good night, Mother," he whispered softly. She stirred at the warmth of his lips, her lashes fluttering briefly before her arms instinctively wrapped around him.

Her naked form clung to his, her head nestling against his chest as a contented sigh escaped her lips.

Even in sleep, there was something tender in the way she held him, like she never wanted to let go. Pyris felt the familiar weight of her love, a love that transcended any boundary or expectation.

For a few minutes, he lay there, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. Her embrace was warm and protective, a reminder of how deeply they were connected. His heart ached with unspoken emotion, but he knew he couldn't linger.

Gently, he peeled himself away, careful not to wake her.

He made his way to the adjoining bathroom, the soft click of the door barely audible over the quiet hum of the magical sconces lining the walls.

In the bathroom, the soft glow of light strips embedded in the sleek black marble walls casting a subtle warmth. It was modern, clean, yet undeniably expensive with its understated elegance. The shower stood in the center, encased in frosted glass, its chrome fixtures gleaming under the light.

As he glanced around, his eyes landed on the counter, where neatly folded towels sat beside a row of Emberly's personal items. But what caught his attention wasn't the scented bottles or the delicate comb. It was the small pile in the corner—her lingerie.

A deep crimson lace thong rested on top, its intricate design unmistakably seductive. Beside it lay a matching bra, delicate and inviting, as though it carried her essence. The sight was enough to pull him back to moments earlier—the warmth of her pussy wall around him, her voice in his ear, the way she'd wrapped herself around him like he was her entire world.

His throat tightened, his dragon stirring at the memory. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look away. But the scent of her lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the steam beginning to rise as he turned on the shower.

Stepping inside, the hot water cascaded over him, washing away the remnants of the night's passion. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the sensation of the water against his skin, his thoughts kept drifting back to her.

The towel hanging on the hook, the faint mark of her lipstick on the glass—everything in this space was her. It made his pulse quicken, his mind betraying him with vivid memories of her touch, her taste, her surrender.

"Get it together," Pyris muttered under his breath, running his hands through his wet hair as he stood beneath the stream.

He finished quickly, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

As he stepped out, the lingering sight of her lingerie caught his eye once more, making his heart thud against his ribs. With a quiet sigh, he shook his head and turned away, knowing he needed to distance himself from the temptation.

Pyris left the bathroom, paused at the door, his eyes involuntarily drawn back to the bed. The covers had shifted off Emberly's body, leaving her naked form bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window. His throat tightened, a deep gulp betraying his struggle as his gaze traced every curve—her toned back, the soft swell of her hips, and the dip of her waist leading to her flawless ass.

Compelled by some unseen force, Pyris stepped closer, his breath uneven. His hand reached out, hesitating for a moment before his fingers lightly trailed along the curve of her ass and up her back.