Rise of the Harem King

"One more thing, what do you want to do while we wait for the fight to start?" Sophia leaned against Davi with a perverted smile. "We still have over 20 minutes, you know."

The blonde leaned in even closer to her beloved, pressing her breasts against his chest.

"Just sitting here is a waste of time…," she whispered, her voice a thread of seduction.

Without further ceremony, she slid from the seat and knelt on the floor between his legs. She had chosen to sit there because the space was isolated, hidden from the direct view of the few people present.

Lara, beside them, blushed instantly, a heat rising up her neck. "S-Sophia! Not here…," she protested in a distressed whisper, but her eyes were locked on the scene.

With skillful movements, Sophia unbuttoned Davi's pants. He let out a ragged sigh, his fingers digging into her dark hair, not to guide her, but to feel the contact, the reality of it.

He leaned back in his seat, trying to appear casual to any stray soul who might look their way, but the tension in his body was evident.

Slowly, Sophia brought her lips to his erection. The first contact, warm and wet, made Davi shudder. She took her time, worshipping every inch of him with devotion.

Her eyes met his, filled with an intense fire, while her tongue worked carefully and her free hand massaged Davi's balls.

Lara watched, hypnotized, her own breath becoming ragged. Her initial shame gave way to a burning curiosity and a twinge of envy.

Without realizing it, her body leaned closer to Davi. It was then that his free hand found her. He pulled her gently, and Lara didn't resist, settling into the perfect position for Davi to grasp her ample breasts.

Then he turned and captured Lara's lips in a deep, possessive kiss. She moaned softly against his mouth, her shyness dissolving under his touch.

Davi's warm hand slipped into the wide neckline of her dress, grasping one of her enormous breasts directly.

Lara felt a pleasurable shiver, and her back arched, begging for more of his touch.

Meanwhile, he kissed her neck, her ears, and of course, her lips. At the same time, his fingers began to tease her hardened nipples.

Lara was now completely lost in the moment, her own soft moans mingling with the wet, gentle sounds coming from below.

Sophia, feeling the tension building in Davi's body, intensified her rhythm. Her movements became faster, deeper, more urgent.

Davi felt the familiar, uncontrollable heat building at his core. "Sophia… I'm going to…," he groaned, a hoarse warning.

In response, she took him even deeper, her throat relaxing around him. It was enough. With a muffled groan against Lara's lips, Davi exploded, his pulsating release flooding Sophia's mouth.

She didn't move, receiving every jet with a deep smile of satisfaction. Her eyes, clouded with pleasure, locked with his.

Then, as the final contractions subsided, she slowly withdrew, savoring the last moments with that enormous cock in her mouth.

"Delicious," she murmured, maintaining eye contact as she swallowed the thick load in her mouth. She then licked her lips, relishing the moment, and moved down, licking up the last drop of cum from around her boyfriend's shaft.

"All clean," she whispered, her voice husky, before rising and settling back into her seat, adjusting Davi's clothes with practiced naturalness.

Lara, still flushed and breathless, straightened up, trying to regain her composure. The moment of intense intimacy had left the air charged and electric.

Her pussy was soaked, and she might have even asked for her own turn, but it was exactly at that instant that a gong echoed through the chamber, deep and solemn.

The three instantly turned their attention toward the arena.

Even so, Lara murmured softly, a little embarrassed. "Later... I'm really going to need you..."

Hearing this, Davi rested his hand on the girl's thick thigh and gently slid his finger until he reached her soaked pussy. Feeling how wet she was, he smiled softly. "Don't worry," he assured her, his voice a low promise. "I'll take care of both of you."

〇〇〇

Griff fixed his gaze on his daughter, his eyes as cold as ever. In his hands, he held an imposing magical staff, its dark wood interwoven with runes that began to pulse with crackling flames. The air around the artifact trembled with rising heat.

"Congratulations on making it this far," he declared, his voice as sharp as winter, devoid of emotion.

Ember blinked, shock etched across her delicate face. Throughout her life, she had only known her father's contempt. He had always labeled her a failure, a disappointment compared to her brother. The praise, however cold, was a novelty that left her stunned, her heart racing in her chest.

"I'm not blind," Griff continued, raising the staff toward her, its tip now enveloped in a brilliant glow as the flames took shape. "I believe in strength, and you've shown strength to reach this point. I was wrong to bet on your brother."

His words carried a belated acknowledgment that clashed with the hostility in his gaze.

Suddenly, a massive <Fireball> began to form at the tip of the staff, the heat exploding through the arena like a suffocating wave. The flames roared, heating the entire area.

"How long are you going to stand there looking foolish, girl?" Griff growled, his tone laced with impatience. "You've earned the right to be here, so face me with all your strength!"

He was genuinely proud of his daughter's growth, but he wouldn't go easy on her in the slightest. Above all, he was a warrior, and he believed fighting with full strength was the most important thing in life.

Ember sighed softly, accepting that she would never receive paternal warmth from Griff, he simply wasn't that kind of person. Her flames danced around her, and her sword glowed with an orange hue as she charged toward her father.

"I'd recommend not rushing in carelessly," Griff remarked. What had been a single <Fireball> transformed into dozens.

In an instant, the man unleashed all his abilities toward the girl, who struggled to defend herself. Even trying to close the distance was impossible at that moment, the fire produced by her father was far too intense. The unbearable heat suffocated her, and it was difficult to withstand the continuous attacks hitting her from all directions.

Griff didn't pause for a second, relentlessly launching attacks at his daughter.

"I suggest you use your transformation soon. You've grown a lot, but without that ability, you won't be able to face me."

Ember clenched her fists in frustration. She didn't want to be forced to use it so soon, but the power gap was still too wide. Black flames danced around her, and she transformed into the <QueenofHell>. Her black flames began to devour the fire around her, her power growing with each passing moment.

"Are you sure you want to lose so soon?" she taunted with an arrogant tone.

Griff responded with a faint smile. "Who said I'm here to lose?"

The man's eyes gleamed, and he activated his own transformation, <Mushussu>, the most powerful of his clan. His flames burned with even greater intensity, and Ember felt a sharp pain spread through her body, as if she were being burned from within.

Her black flames faltered, unable to absorb the surrounding fire as easily. Her vision blurred, and she nearly fell to her knees but held herself upright. This wouldn't be an easy fight.