Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Preying Lekiza (R-18)

The resting chamber was blissfully quiet after the storm of noise and desire in the banquet hall. Pyris leaned back on the velvet couch, still burning from the afterglow of their dance. His thoughts were a mess—her scent lingered in his lungs, her voice echoed in his ears, and his body hadn’t stopped thrumming since her fingers had left his.

Then the door creaked open.

Lekiza stepped inside like a storm barely holding itself together. Her midnight blue gown hung askew across her curves, a single strap fallen off her shoulder. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her dark hair tangled from movement and magic—and her eyes…

Her eyes locked onto him like he was prey she’d marked and waited too long to devour.

“Finish what you started, Young Lord,” she said. Not a whisper. A royal command.

Then she vanished from the doorway—appearing in a blur right above him.

PAH!

She crashed into his lap with a power that shook the air around them, her knees straddling his thighs, her fists clenching his half-ruined shirt. Her mouth caught his in a savage, molten kiss. Not polite. Not playful. Starving.

Her lips parted his like she was melting snow with her tongue. She tasted like ice wine, frostbitten cherries, and something old and royal and dangerous. Her moans started soft—mmm, ahh…—but quickly broke into gasping little sounds that made his cock harden under her.

Hnngh… pah… haah…~~ She kissed him harder.

Her hips moved with purpose, grinding over him through her gown, feeling the heat throbbing between them. Her core was soaked—he didn’t even need to look. Every motion left a wet shlk-shlk where her thighs pressed against the rough fabric of his pants.

“You made me want you,” she breathed against his mouth. “Your flames… they’re still inside me. I feel them crawling under my skin—ahh!—I can’t think of anything else~”

Her hands dropped to his shirt and ripped it open with a growl—buttons scattering like stars across the floor. Her palms spread across his bare chest, and instantly, pink-gold flames flared beneath her touch.

WHUMP—fsshh…

Magic sparked up her arms like wildfire trying to seduce an avalanche. She gasped—aah! aH! Nngghh!—arching hard against him, nipples straining through the silk of her dress as she felt the pulse of his power.

“Mhmmm~~ touch them young lord~”

Pyris caught her chin and kissed down her throat, his voice thick with heat. “Then don’t think, Lekiza… Just feel.”

His fingers found the side clasp of her gown, and he didn’t yank it. No. He undid it like peeling the skin off a forbidden fruit, slow and reverent. The tension in her body trembled beneath every slide of fabric.

He kissed her collarbone, traced her pulse with his tongue, and then slid one strap of the dress off her shoulder.

Slip.

She whimpered. “Pyris~”

Slip. The second strap fell, her breasts barely held in place now, the gown drooping like it was too tired to fight gravity.

She buried her face in his neck. “Please…”

His hand slid down her back and tugged gently at the gown’s center. It responded like it wanted to fall for him, pooling down her waist—revealing pale, perfect skin, trembling with need. One nipple peaked through the curtain of fabric, flushed, hard, begging for attention.

Then she bit him.

Her teeth grazed his neck—not enough to pierce—but it sent a growl rumbling through his chest. She was losing herself. Her breath grew uneven, her moans sharp and breathy

“—hah… haah… hnnngh!”

“Are you shaking for me?” he teased, dragging his hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling the heat through the last layer of silk between them. He held and groped her ass so well that she moaned so deep in his neck.

The human princess nodded frantically, eyes fluttering.

“I—I don’t know what’s happening to me. You… you set something off. I feel wild. Hungry. I—ahh—”

He kissed her again, slow this time. Dominant. Tongue commanding her open.

“You’re not going wild,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re being claimed.”

His fingers reached between her thighs, and with one smooth motion, he pulled the gown the rest of the way down. It pooled at her knees, leaving her bare from the waist up—breasts heaving, nipples hard, thighs slick with need. They were hard for him, round and piercing as fuck like a spear of a war god.

And Pyris just looked at her for a moment. Let her squirm.

“You’re stunning,” he said low, almost reverent. “But you’re about to become mine now, aren’t you?”

Her voice was wrecked. “Yes… yes, I’m yours.”

Then her nails dug into his shoulders, her eyes wild. “But take me fast, or I’ll break something—ahhh!!—I need you, Pyris. I need—”

He pushed her down into the couch, hovering above her, flames coiling around his arms like silent gods watching from the smoke.

“Not fast,” he whispered. “We do this right. I’ll worship every inch. Then I’ll take what’s mine.”

Just a slow, deliberate graze that made her spine arch, a breathy “hahh—” slipping past her lips.

Pyris’s mouth curled into that sinful, knowing smirk.”You’re trembling,” he whispered, his breath warm against her collarbone.

“I’m burning,” she corrected—desperate, unashamed. “You haven’t even started yet.”

His fingers moved again, undoing the next clasp of her whole body, slower this time—just to watch her react. Lekiza shuddered, her back bowing ever so slightly, her hips instinctively rolling into him, chasing that heat between them.

Then came the flames.Not aggressive. Not destructive.They curled from his palms in tendrils of pink-golden light, licking up her sides like ribbons of desire—stroking, teasing, tasting her skin as if they had a hunger of their own.

“Pah—ah!” she gasped, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into him as the fire flirted with the undersides of her breasts. Everywhere the flames touched, her body responded like it had been starved for sensation—overheated, overwhelmed.

Her gown gave way under his slow, unhurried control.Clasp by clasp. Thread by thread.He peeled it from her like unveiling something sacred.

Her pale skin shimmered under the low light, bathed in his magic, flushed with growing arousal. The pink-golden fire traced down her stomach, coiling around her waist and hips, curling along her thighs. She twitched. Moaned. Bit her lip so hard it left a mark.

“Why… why does it feel like this…?” she whimpered. “Because you’re mine now,” Pyris growled. “And my fire doesn’t just burn—it worships.”

He guided her back deeper, gently, laying her down across the plush couch. Her hair spilled over the armrest like ink, eyes wide, pupils blown. Pyris knelt between her legs, his hands stroking upward—palms glowing with flickering flame, leaving behind trails of heat and magic that buzzed against her skin like a lover’s kiss.

He didn’t rush.

His lips found the inside of her thigh, just above the knee. Then higher. A soft kiss. A flick of flame. “Ah—hahh… P-Pyris…” she whispered, hips twitching at the contact.

Her breath was erratic now, chest rising and falling like waves crashing during a storm.His flames curled beneath the last bits of silk that clung to her hips, teasing her with warmth that never quite touched the spot she needed.

“You wanted me to finish what I started,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers, voice like a low, delicious threat.

“I’m going to take my time.”

Another pulse of magic ran through her—coating her in a sheen of arousal, the sensation so intense she almost sobbed. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, but Pyris didn’t give in yet. Instead, he leaned forward, tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh of her hip, followed by a burning kiss that made her cry out.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low.

“W-what…?”

“Say you’re mine to worship. Say you’re ready to burn for me.”

Lekiza was panting now, her mind unraveling, hands desperate to pull him closer.

But he didn’t move—not until she choked out the words. “I—I’m yours, Pyris… please… make me burn…”

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