Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The soft click of the door closing behind them echoed through the marble corridor as Pyris, Elsa, and Alera made their way toward the meeting wing. The plush carpets muffled their footsteps, but the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a blade.

'Mother's warning,' Pyris thought, his expression calm despite the storm brewing in his mind. Duchess Emberly had been crystal clear when she'd told him she wouldn't be attending this farce of a meeting. Her exact words had been sharp as winter steel:

"That greedy bastard will try to use Alexandra as leverage. Mark my words, son."

Pyris had barely reacted then, just that slight nod that said he'd heard her. Truth was, he didn't need his mother to tell him how far human greed could stretch. He'd been human himself once, after all. Seeing it from this angle now—as a lust dragon with power beyond mortal comprehension—didn't change the fundamental truth about his former species.

Most importantly, he knew exactly how far the Emperor was planning to go with Alexandra.

'The old fool thinks he can use my woman as a bargaining chip,' Pyris mused, his golden eyes flickering with dangerous amusement. 'How delightfully naive.'

"P," Alera's voice cut through his thoughts, sweet as honey but with that underlying edge of barely contained violence that made her so endearing. "Why don't we just kill the stupid old man and turn him into my Shadow army? I could use another Shadow General."

Pyris glanced at her, noting the casual way she discussed regicide like discussing the weather. "Don't spoil my little sister with such thoughts, Alera."

Elsa giggled, the sound like silver bells in the hallway. "It's okay, big brother. Aunt Aurelia and Aunt Emilia and Mother talk about death often enough."

'Of course they do,' Pyris sighed internally, though his expression remained fond. "They're tainting my sweet girl."

Elsa's laugh was pure joy. "Even in the slave shop, the owner constantly talked about death and violence. Remember, I was forcibly taken from the Elf Empire, so violence isn't exactly a new concept for me, Big Brother."

The casual way she mentioned her traumatic past made Pyris's chest tighten. He stopped walking and pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her small frame protectively. "Oh, you went through so much, you sweet thing." His voice was gentler than silk, filled with the kind of warmth that could melt glaciers. "But that's all behind you now. No one will ever hurt you again."

Elsa melted into his embrace, her small arms circling his waist. "I know. You saved me, big brother. You saved me."

"Damn right I did," Pyris murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "And I'll keep saving you, every single day."

Alera watched the interaction with something that might have been envy flickering in her crimson eyes before she cleared her throat. "As touching as this is, can we get back to business? How should we kill that man? And then we can properly avenge my sister Alexandra."

Pyris looked at her incredulously, though his amusement was clear. "How can you so casually talk about killing an Emperor? You were human once too, don't you feel... anything?"

Alera shook her head without hesitation. "Nothing. The moment I became yours and awakening, beloved, all those petty human emotions died. Now I only feel what serves us."

'Terrifying and devoted in equal measure,' Pyris thought, reaching out to pat her head affectionately. "You're absolutely ruthless, aren't you?"

She practically purred under his touch, leaning into his palm. "Only for you, my love."

He chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Things are more complicated than that, my dear necromancer. I have other plans, and killing isn't on today's agenda." His smile turned sharp. "Besides, I'll get you more generals soon enough. I'm curious to see how Darkness Infernum is developing. How is your Shadow-Death Pool adapting?"

"The pool grows stronger daily," Alera reported, her crimson eyes lighting up with genuine excitement.

Alera's eyes lit up with genuine excitement—the only topic that could make her forget about murder for a moment. "It's... transcending. What started as a pool of shadow and death essence is expanding beyond the boundaries of my soul space." Her voice carried an almost reverent tone. "The generals and their armies no longer reside merely in my shadow—they've taken residence within the pool itself, growing stronger with each passing day."

Pyris nodded, his understanding deeper than she realized. 'While others cultivate traditional mana pools, my woman has created something entirely unique,' he mused. Through his mastery of conceptual laws and elemental understanding, he could sense what she couldn't quite articulate yet.

Her Shadow-Death Pool wasn't just expanding—it was evolving into something far more profound.

Unlike traditional mana pools that most mages possessed, Alera had developed something entirely unique—a Shadow-Death Pool that defied conventional understanding. What had started as a standard cultivation space had evolved into something far more sinister and powerful.

Her necromancer army didn't just hide in her shadow anymore; they actually resided within this pool of concentrated death essence, drawing strength from its dark waters.

Pyris understood what she was describing better than she realized. Through his mastery of concept laws and elemental laws, he could sense the truth she couldn't quite articulate—her Shadow-Death Pool was transcending its original boundaries. It was no longer just a pool but was extending, stretching, evolving into something that resembled a realm more than a simple cultivation space.

The Shadow Nexus they shared amplified this phenomenon. Where others might have a bond between lovers, theirs was a metaphysical connection that allowed her necromantic powers to tap into forces beyond mortal comprehension.

She was the only necromancer in all of Argos, and her unique abilities were creating their own dimensional space within her soul.

"The boundaries blur more each day," Alera's face flushed with excitement. "The army grows not just in number but in power. Each soul I claim doesn't just become a shadow—they become part of the pool's essence, strengthening the whole. And with our shared Shadow Nexus..." She trailed off, her eyes meeting his with an intimate understanding.

Pyris suddenly froze, his senses picking up something that made his blood sing with recognition. The spatial laws around them rippled like disturbed water, reality bending ever so slightly as someone tore open a portal nearby.

'In the meeting room,' he realized, his lips curving into a predatory smile.

Alera felt it too, her eyes snapping to his with a look that clearly said, 'See? I told you we should just kill him.'

Pyris nodded softly, his voice carrying that dangerous calm that meant someone was about to have a very bad day. "I got this."

"Should I—" Alera began, shadows already starting to writhe around her fingers.

"No." Pyris's voice was gentle but absolute. "Let me handle this. The Emperor wants to play games? Fine. But he's about to learn that I don't play by mortal rules."

Elsa tugged on his sleeve, her ice-blue eyes wide with concern. "Will you be okay?"

Pyris smiled down at her, and for a moment, all the dangerous power in him seemed to fade, leaving only the protective big brother. "Of course, little star. I promised you no one would hurt our family again, didn't I?"

She nodded, though worry still creased her delicate features.

"Then trust me." He straightened, and suddenly the air around him began to shimmer with otherworldly power. "Time to remind an old fool why even emperors should know their place."

The trio continued down the corridor, but now there was something different in Pyris's stride. Gone was the casual confidence of before, replaced by the measured steps of a predator approaching its prey.

'Let's see what tricks you've brought to this little party, Your Majesty,' Pyris thought, his golden eyes beginning to glow with that terrifying light that made reality itself uncomfortable. 'I do hope you'll make this entertaining.'