Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!

'Celene's class is weak, but this Celestial Patriarch shit? Not bad. Cooking, alchemy, teleporting to my girls? I'll take it.' His mind flashed to Lily again, her milfy curves, her teasing giggle.

[Seraphina's Affection: 90%]

[Celene's Affection: 85%]

'Almost there with Seraphina,' he thought, his dick hardening at the memory of her throat around him.

'One more move, and she's mine forever.' He licked his lips, ready to hunt, to conquer, to fuck his way to the top.

This night he's ready to take the most important step to regain his free man status from being a slave...

Meanwhile, Seraphina stormed out of her chambers, her heart still pounding, her pussy still wet from Xavier's touch.

Her cheeks burned, her mind a mess of shame and need.

'He's turned me into a fucking slut,' she thought, her thighs pressing together as she tried to compose herself. She adjusted her dress, smoothing the silk over her curves, her tits still tingling from his hands, his mouth.

'Focus, Seraphina. You're a noble.' She squared her shoulders, striding toward the grand hall where her butler waited.

The butler was young and sharp in his crisp black suit, dark hair neatly combed, posture stiff with practiced respect. He looked up as she approached, eyes polite but distant. She couldn't help but compare him to Xavier…

Sigh…

Xavier was in a league of his own—far beyond this butler she once found interesting. Now, she felt nothing.

'Sigh, He's nothing compared to my Xavier,' she thought, her pussy clenching at the memory of his thick cock in her mouth.

"Handle the paperwork in my office," Seraphina said, her voice sharp, noble, but laced with a tremor she couldn't hide. "When I'm back, brief me on everything. Make it quick."

The butler bowed low, his movements precise, his tone smooth and professional.

"As you command, my Lady. The paperwork will be organized, and I shall prepare a concise report for your return." He straightened, his face a mask of duty, oblivious to the heat still burning in her veins.

Seraphina waved her hand dismissively, her rings glinting in the chandelier light.

"Go," she said, already turning away, her mind elsewhere—on Xavier's tongue, his fingers, his cock.

She strode outside, her heels clicking on the marble, her body thrumming with need. A sleek carriage waited, pulled by two magical beast horses, their silvery coats shimmering, muscles rippling under the harness.

She climbed in, settling onto the plush velvet seat, her dress riding up slightly, exposing her creamy thighs. "Take me to the region's council hall," she ordered, her voice firm but breathless, her pussy still dripping from the memory of Xavier.

The carriage rider, a grizzled man with a weathered face, tipped his hat, his tone steady and respectful.

"At once, my Lady. We'll arrive at the council hall promptly." He flicked the reins, and the magical horses surged forward, their hooves sparking faintly on the cobblestones, the carriage gliding smooth and fast toward the council.

Inside, Seraphina leaned back, her breath uneven, her body betraying her.

Her mind flooded with Xavier—his hands groping her heavy tits, squeezing them, his thumbs teasing her hard nipples until she moaned. His warm mouth, sucking her areolas, his tongue swirling, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

'He's so fucking good,' she thought, her pussy throbbing, wet and aching. She could still feel his tongue on her clit, flicking slow, then fast, sucking her swollen bud until she saw stars. Her thighs pressed together, the slickness between them making her squirm.

And his cock—fuck, that monstrous nine-inch beast, thick and veined, pulsing in her hands, her mouth. She'd sucked him, taken him deep, gagged on his hot cum, and loved every second.

No words could capture how much she wanted him right now. The ache was maddening, raw and deep. She needed him inside her—desperately. She wanted to be fucked until her thoughts shattered, until her mind was nothing but white noise and pleasure.

A sharp breath hitched in her throat as the image flashed through her mind—his hands on her hips, his mouth against her skin, the way he filled her completely.

Her fingers twitched in her lap.

Her body was a traitor to her composure, responding to every jolt of the carriage as if it were him. Each memory, each ghost of a touch, ignited her nerves. Desire surged through her like fire in her veins—intense, consuming.

"Look what he's turned me into…"

She clenched her jaw, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment, trying to rein it in. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, damp heat pooling between them. She forced herself to breathe.

Her face flushed, her breath hitching. 'I'm such a whore.'

'Look what he's done to me.' Her slight interest in sex, once a faint curiosity, was now a raging fire, an obsession Xavier had ignited. She wanted more—his hands, his mouth, his cock, all of him, owning her, breaking her.

'If only I could skip this damn meeting,' she thought, frustration mixing with her arousal. The council was critical, emphasized over and over, but right now, she'd trade it all to be back on that table, Xavier's tongue buried in her pussy, his cock splitting her open.

Her hand twitched, inching toward her thigh, the urge to touch herself overwhelming.

'Right here in the carriage?' Her face burned, shame crashing against her need.