Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Pyris watched as Ammit bent to the cabinet to retrieve the severed head of the general, her movements deliberate. The lace of her panties clung tightly to her curves, framing the fullest parts of her backside and teasing him with each shift of her body.

A thin line of fabric cut down her center, leaving little to the imagination as it disappeared, barely covering the contours of her full, thick pussy.

He gulped slightly, recognizing the tease for what it was—an invitation, carefully designed by his new demoness business partner.

Turning, she faced him with a smile, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement as she extended the head toward him. A few strands of her black hair brushed her cheek, and she swept them back seductively, as if to make sure he saw every movement.

"Here~" she purred, her voice matching the soft, sultry look on her face.

Pyris took the head, and with a flick of his hand, it disappeared into his inventory. Unspoken, they both took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

"You like to play, don't you, Ammit?" he asked, his hand lifting to her chin, tilting her face toward his. She smirked, her eyes gleaming in challenge.

"Not impulsive, I see? Holding back, are we?" She traced a finger down his chest, her touch a teasing wave against his muscles. "You liked my body the moment you walked in, Pyris Obsidian. You could take me, if you wanted… unless, of course, you're afraid you can't handle me. Can you handle a demon pretty boy~" She arched a brow, daring him she sucked his nape with her long demonic tongue before it slithering away.

Pyris's hand tightened on her chin, his golden gaze sharpening. "You forget your place, Ammit," he said, voice low. "I don't need permission from a demon to do anything." His lust aura erupted, a rush of desires washing over her as his restraint faded.

Ammit's body trembled in response, her lips parting in surprise as her entire being seemed to react to the strength of his lust. Her chest rose and fell, and her hands reached for him as she leaned in to kiss him.

But Pyris lifted a finger, pressing it to her lips, stopping her just inches away.

"Who said you could kiss me, demon?" His tone was cold, a sharp edge of command in his words. Ammit's breathing quickened, excitement mixed with submission in her expression as she realized she had been left waiting, wanting.

All she wanted was to devour this pretty snack yet the control he had on her left her to obey his demands and will.

With a small push, he sent her back a step and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his hand beckoning her forward.

For a moment, she hesitated, but her eyes met his, and she came to him, her body language softening, her whole being responding to his silent command.

Kneeling between his legs, she gazed up at him with a mix of anticipation and reverence. Pyris leaned forward, his hand brushing her cheek, his fingers trailing down to her neck.

"You, Ammit," he said softly, his voice controlled, his thumb resting lightly against her throat as he held her gaze. "You're not in any position to tell me what to do. Is that clear?" She nodded quickly, her cheeks flushed.

"I can't hear you Ammit." he commanded, his voice a shade darker. She sank lower, bowing her head before him but keeping eye contact, the intensity of his aura pressing her to submit fully.

"I am in no place to tell you what to do," she whispered, her voice trembling with surrender. Pyris had released his aura by now; this was just her response to his presence, her submission willing and complete.

"I want obedient girls, Ammit?" he asked, his tone unrelenting. He lifted her by her shoulders, guiding her to her knees, his face inches from hers.

Her breath hitched as her gaze met his, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Pyris leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear, drawing hot breathe out making her shiver, his presence completely wrapped around her.

"Anh~~" she gasped, her body pressing against his as his lips brushed her neck, sending a tremor through her. "I'm in no position..." she managed, her voice trembling.

Pyris kissed along her neck again, his fingers tracing the sensitive line of her throat, cutting off her words.

"Don't stop talking," he murmured, tightening his grip on her neck slightly as his kisses grew more intense and hard.

She opened her mouth to speak, but a soft moan escaped instead as his lips found her pulse, a thrill of pleasure and tension sparking through her.

"I-I'm in no position to... ah~" Ammit stammered, unable to finish as he continued, his hands moving to her chest, finding her breasts through the laced bra. His fingers roamed over the delicate fabric, and she arched into his touch, closing her eyes as she moaned, "Master~."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Pyris's lips curled into a smile, his mouth returning to her neck as he nipped and kissed, marking her skin with each slow bite.

She wrapped her arms around him instinctively, her nails grazing his shoulders. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with certainty. She had surrendered, fully and willingly, and he could feel it in every trembling response.

Pyris finally pulled away, her breathing labored as his hands lingered on her breasts, his fingers kneading softly. She let out small whimpers, her eyes closed, savoring each touch.

"Such a lazy servant," he murmured, watching her as she melted beneath his hands. "Get to work, Ammit." Her eyes flew open, and she moved quickly, her hands fumbling as she pulled his trousers open, letting them fall to the floor.

She exhaled softly as his bulge strained against his boxers, her fingers trailing over the fabric as she leaned in, inhaling his scent, her eyes fluttering closed as she became almost entranced.

Pyris's hand reached behind her, slipping her bra off with a smooth motion, leaving her bare.

She shivered, her nipples hardening as his hands found her breasts, his fingers massaging and teasing as she closed her eyes, focusing on the weight of his arousal as she freed him from the last barrier.

As his length sprang forward, it brushed past her hands slapping against her cheek, and she gasped, her eyes wide with eagerness.

Sniff~~

She held him, running her fingers over his shaft as she leaned in, pressing her nose to his cock and taking in his scent, her body reacting instantly.

"Good girl," Pyris murmured, stroking her hair as she looked up, a hint of pride in her eyes, her master seemed to like her every action, such an achievement, she pressed on, eager to receive more of his praise.

She extended her tongue, licking along his length slowly, her long, demonic tongue leaving a wet trail.

Pyris leaned back, a sigh escaping him as she began to move, her mouth wrapping around him, her tongue coiling in expert strokes.

"You know what you're doing, Ammit. I'll give you that." His hips and head moved in sync, guiding her as he took control.

Her hands followed, gripping him and stroking in a rhythm that matched her mouth, her lips and tongue lavishing attention on him.

Pyris felt his pleasure rising, and she moved faster, her obedience and skill coaxing him to his edge, her mouth was shut tight, his dick wet with her saliva.

"Yes... faster, Ammit... just like that," he praised, his hand tightening in her hair.

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She increased her pace, her eyes half-lidded as she focused solely on him. His other hand drifted down, sliding over her ample curves, gripping the flesh of her ass before slipping beneath the lace.

"Mmmm~~" she moaned as he teased her, his fingers tracing over her, the fabric damp against her outer pussy as she trembled.

Her lips tightened around him as she picked up speed, the rhythm driving her as much as it was him.

"Yes, Ammit... I'm close," he muttered, his voice thick with pleasure.

She responded instantly, her pace intensifying. Pyris's hand held her head in place as he thrust forward.

"Mhmm~ this is a gift, don't spill anything Ammit!" With a final, deep groan, he climaxed, thick streams of his essence spilling into her mouth.

She swallowed eagerly, savoring every drop as she looked up, her gaze filled with satisfaction and an unmistakable desire for more.

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Ah~ I look forward to her moaning under him, aren't you?