Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The streets of Argos were bustling with their usual energy as Seraphina Valyrian, the daughter of the Dragon Empress, made her way towards the towering Obsidian Tech headquarters.

She stepped out of her car which was in the middle of a convoy, guards exited their cars poising around her life in the their impenetrable perfect protection.

The air was crisp, and a light breeze played with her hair as her golden eyes scanned the surroundings. She had dressed impeccably today, her royal stature apparent in every step she took. A tight-fitting gown of deep crimson clung to her slender figure, embroidered with the sigils of her family—dragons interwoven with flames.

She was attractive with her full form her gown hugging her bringing to life her full breasts which giggled in harmony with her big behind as she walked.

Her full red lips full and inviting for one to take a taste, but given her status no one dared to have such thoughts in her presence, all bowing to her way as they retreated away.

Today, here at Obsidian Tech tower, was a visit she had anticipated for some time now, and while her primary purpose was to check on the progress of certain "nonexistent negotiations," there was a part of her that was anxious.

Pyris, with his commanding presence and the way he had shifted her loyalties away from her father's machinations, was someone she found herself both admiring and, in many ways, desiring. Continue your adventure with empire

Desires compelling her to bring herself to him in the guise of negotiations for future collaborations between the two families.

But this wasn't just a political play for her anymore, it was all a lie to meet him.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Pyris had awakened something in her that she hadn't expected—a mixture of loyalty and passion. The Obsidian family was not just a pawn on the board anymore; they were the board, and Pyris was the king, her king.

As her group neared the Obsidian Tech office entrance, she noticed the familiar gleam of a figure ahead. Seraphina's sharp senses picked up on the subtle shifts in the air—a presence she recognized immediately. Aurelia.

The Death Dragon herself, the sister of her to-be man!

Seraphina's heart tightened, an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach.

Aurelia, Pyris's sister and his lover—though the world didn't know this, Seraphina had been astute enough to sense the deeper connection between the two. There was no denying Aurelia's power, nor her importance in Pyris's life.

In many ways, she was the dark mirror of Seraphina's own existence—while Seraphina represented light and royal duty, Aurelia embodied darkness, death, and freedom from such constraints.

Her family gave her all the freedom to explore whatsoever she desired with no restraints attached, a presence opposite to Seraphina.

'Here I thought being a royal was good, in the end I'm nothing but a caged bird!' it wasn't just her, their status caged her and her siblings, mother and perhaps her aunt?

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Aurelia's pale skin shimmered in the light as she strode towards the entrance of the office, her silver dress reflecting the sun's rays. She was dressed not as a noble but as a free woman, something Seraphina desired, with her long black hair cascading down her back.

Her piercing eyes, the color of the storm of death, held no warmth, yet there was a striking beauty in the sharpness of her features. Seraphina couldn't help but admire her—there was something dangerous about her presence, something utterly captivating.

The two women stopped as they came face to face at the entrance, the air between them thick with unspoken tension.

"Aurelia," Seraphina greeted, inclining her head ever so slightly in acknowledgment, though her voice remained cool.

She wasn't paying respect to Aurelia, hardly, she was just greeting her like an equal!

"Seraphina," Aurelia responded, her tone equally neutral, though the slight edge was unmistakable. Her gaze drifted over Seraphina's form, scrutinizing her like a predator assessing a rival.

There was a moment of silence as the two women stood there, each one fully aware of the other's importance to Pyris. They were both queens in their own right—Seraphina, the royal dragon with the blessings of the empire, and Aurelia, the Death Dragon, a force of nature wrapped in human form.

Though their paths had rarely crossed, they were bound by their connection to the same man.

"On your way to see Pyris?" Seraphina asked, breaking the silence, her golden eyes locking onto Aurelia's stormy death gaze.

Aurelia smirked, a knowing look crossing her face. "As always. He tends to summon those who matter most." The words were laced with subtle dominance, a reminder that while Seraphina may be royalty, Aurelia was more than just his sister—she was his equal, his partner in ways Seraphina could only dream of.

Some thought she was cold and held no warmth to her but that didn't reflect to how she was teasing Seraphina who was oblivious to Aurelia's intentions.

Seraphina didn't falter, though the words stung more than she cared to admit. "Of course. I have business to attend to with him as well." She kept her tone even, though the undercurrent of rivalry was impossible to miss.

The two women began walking side by side into the office building, neither speaking, but both perfectly aware of the tension simmering between them. The sleek interior of the Obsidian Tech office reflected the power and influence of the family, with gleaming marble floors, glass walls, and the constant hum of technology in the background.

Employees moved out of the way respectfully as the two powerful women entered, their presence enough to command attention without a word.

As they approached the private elevators that would take them to Pyris's floor, Aurelia paused, turning her head slightly toward Seraphina. "You're here to see him about business, aren't you?"

Seraphina raised an eyebrow, sensing the challenge in Aurelia's voice. "Naturally. Obsidian Tech's dealings with the empire are of great importance. I represent my family's interests in those dealings."

"Is that all you represent?" Aurelia's voice was deceptively light, but Seraphina could hear the underlying venom.

The Death Dragon didn't mince words when it came to Pyris, and Seraphina knew that every interaction with him—whether in business or personal—was carefully watched.

Seraphina didn't let herself be rattled. "What else would there be?"

Aurelia's eyes glittered with amusement as she stepped into the elevator. "Just remember, Seraphina, there are some things that no amount of royal blood can win." The doors slid shut with a soft hiss, leaving Seraphina standing in the quiet hallway, her emotions swirling.

The employees were stunned by the sudden development, they couldn't hear the words of the two women but Aurelia's actions sent a frenzy in them.

As the elevator ascended, Aurelia leaned against the wall, her mind racing. She knew Seraphina's intentions, and while the princess might be useful to Pyris politically, Aurelia had no intention of letting her get any closer than necessary, not until he allowed her in their circle.

Seraphina, left in the hallway, clenched her fists tightly, steeling herself. She had come too far to let Aurelia's words affect her.

Pyris might have strong ties to Aurelia, but Seraphina's loyalty to him wasn't something she would surrender easily. She had her own plans—plans that involved standing beside Pyris, not as a pawn of the empire, but as someone he could rely on.

With a deep breath, Seraphina composed herself and entered the next available elevator, her mind focused on the task at hand. Whatever tensions existed between her and Aurelia, one thing was clear: Pyris had a way of drawing powerful women to him. And Seraphina wasn't about to let herself be outmaneuvered.

The elevator glided to a smooth stop at the final floor, the soft grinding sound barely noticeable. As the doors slid open, her eyes settled on the elegantly polished floor before her.

A cool breeze greeted her skin, brushing past her like a gentle reminder of the moment ahead.

She took a deep breath, composing herself, preparing to finally face him.