Rise of the Harem King

After her father's surrender, Ember didn't have time to run to Davi and celebrate. First, there was a greater duty to fulfill: formally greeting the five councilors of the clan.

Though the Darnels had always been a family that valued practicality and power over appearances, certain traditions still held firm. An appointment as significant as that of a new leader couldn't escape the formal rituals.

The redhead was led through corridors still illuminated by the magical flames that adorned the entire Darnel territory. One by one, she presented herself before the councilors, elderly men and women. Naturally, Ember already knew most of them, being the daughter of the former leader.

Then, despite his exhaustion, Griff walked beside his daughter, guiding her to the Temple of Fire. She was familiar with the name but had never had the honor of entering the place, the most important monument in the Darnel territory.

The exterior was imposing, with columns carved in the shape of rising flames. At the top, a crown of eternal fire burned day and night, a symbol of unbreakable strength. Inside, however, the temple was sober, almost austere. Massive paintings depicted the most iconic battles of the lineage, but there were no other adornments.

At the heart of the main hall stood the round table of the councilors, where the clan's fate was decided. But that wasn't what caught Ember's attention.

At the far end, elevated on a stone platform, was the Flaming Throne. Despite its name, its function was almost entirely symbolic, it wouldn't be practical for the leader to sit far from the councilors during decision-making. Still, sitting on it meant officially bearing the burden and glory of leading the Darnel clan.

Behind the throne, guarded by protective runes, lay the entrance to the secret library and ancestral arsenal of the Darnels.

There, all the books and magical artifacts the family had collected were stored, free for the clan leader to use. Even the staff Griff wielded was part of that arsenal. It could be hers if she chose, but Ember preferred to fight with swords.

"Sit, daughter of fire, heir of eternal flames," one of the councilors announced, his deep voice reverberating off the walls.

Taking a deep breath, Ember approached the throne. Her footsteps echoed through the hall until she finally sat down.

Then the ceremony began.

The five councilors rose in unison, forming a circle around her. Each held a torch imbued with mana, which they raised toward the ceiling. From the flames, ancient symbols emerged, floating through the air until they merged into a single incandescent rune.

The fire spiraled downward, landing directly on the center of Ember's chest. She clenched her teeth, feeling a sharp, burning pain. When the glow faded, a flaming tattoo in the shape of a rising phoenix was etched into her skin.

It was the seal that represented the leadership of the Darnel clan.

Immediately, the entire temple seemed to respond. The flames of the torches bent toward her, acknowledging their new mistress.

Ember opened her eyes. Officially, she had taken her father's place. Fortunately, she wouldn't have to attend any meetings… for now.

Bidding farewell to everyone, she finally escaped the bureaucracy and immediately ran to find Davi and the girls.

"I did it!" she shouted excitedly as soon as she saw her group of friends.

Lara immediately jumped up to hug her, celebrating effusively with her friend. Davi approached soon after, congratulating Ember and pulling her into another passionate kiss. The redhead melted, feeling the love from her beloved and the warm embrace of her best friend in a moment of pure ecstasy.

"Ahem! You idiot, how long are you going to keep celebrating?" Sophia approached with a warm smile.

"What's wrong?" Ember took a step back, her entire body breaking out in goosebumps at Sophia's friendly tone. The girl recoiled like a startled animal, looking at Sophia as if she were a dangerous predator.

"What is it?!" the blonde asked, irritated by Ember's reaction.

Lara and Davi, watching this, couldn't help but chuckle softly, but they contained themselves to avoid ruining the moment.

Sophia huffed. "Congratulations on becoming the clan leader, but I'll surpass you soon," she said, referring to the fact that she would soon take over as leader of the Belfort clan.

"Thank you," Ember replied, still wary.

"Looks like I arrived too late," Alexia then appeared with a soft smile. "Need a ride home?" she asked, twirling the car keys on her finger.

The offer was accepted, and the group followed Alexia to the sleek, black limousine waiting discreetly at the pavilion's secondary exit. The interior of the vehicle was as luxurious as ever. This time, Alexia would be the driver, as she had borrowed the car. She would have preferred to stay with Davi, but she took the wheel, letting the others have their fun.

The door closed with a soft click, completely isolating them. Silence reigned for a brief moment.

Lara was the first to move. Her body had been burning with desire ever since she'd watched Sophia pleasure Davi. She approached her man and kissed him intensely before pushing him back against the deep leather seats.

She tore his clothes off in a single motion and quickly guided his huge, hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. Lara sank down onto him with a long, guttural moan, her enormous breasts swaying with the movement.

Sophia didn't waste any time; her fingers were already working under her skirt, frantically masturbating as she watched Lara ride Davi.

Ember wasn't about to be left out either. She quickly stripped naked, her pussy already dripping with desire. She climbed onto the wide seat, positioning herself over Davi's face. Using one hand to balance on the seatback, she looked down, her green eyes sparkling with challenge.

"I deserve a reward, don't you agree?" she murmured, her hips swaying above Davi's mouth. "Eat me, please."

Davi didn't need to be asked twice. His hands grabbed Ember's hips, pulling her down onto his face. His tongue immediately found her swollen, wet clit, licking and sucking with an expertise that made Ember cry out and her knees buckle.

The limousine transformed into a scene of pure, sensual ecstasy. The vehicle rocked gently with the frantic rhythm of the bodies inside. The space filled with sound: chiefly the loud, unrestrained moans of Lara as she aggressively rode her man.

In the end, Lara was the first to climax. Her body arched violently, a guttural scream tearing from her throat as her pussy pulsated around Davi, her release soaking his lap.

Lara's climax and the contractions around his cock were the final stimulus Davi needed. With a muffled growl, he exploded inside her, his own orgasm seeming endless.

At the same moment, Ember moaned loudly, her body seized by violent tremors as she came on Davi's face, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Seeing and hearing the others climax, Sophia finally let go. Her fingers worked frantically on her clit for a few final seconds before a long, trembling moan escaped her lips.