Harem Master: Seduction System

Alaric's heart raced with anticipation as he made his way to his room, the echoes of his footsteps resonating through the grand halls of Steele Mansion. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, knowing that he would soon be reunited with the comforts of his own space after so long.

As he approached his room, he spotted one of the maids, a young woman with a kind face, hurrying down the corridor. Alaric called out to her, his voice echoing through the empty halls.

"Hey, you there! Yes, you. Come here for a moment," he said, his tone commanding yet polite.

The young maid, a pretty girl with rosy cheeks and timid eyes, approached Alaric nervously. She curtsied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Young Master? How can I be of service?"

Alaric's mind raced as he thought of a way to summon Kara to his room. He needed to see her again, to feel her presence, to continue the intimate connection they had shared earlier.

"I need you to do something for me," he said, his voice low and serious. "I need you to tell Kara to bring a jar of water to my room immediately. Tell her it's urgent."

The maid looked a little confused, her brow furrowing slightly. "A jar of water, Young Master? Is there anything else you need? I could fetch it for you myself."

Alaric shook his head, his eyes narrowing. "No, I need Kara to do it. Tell her it's important. Now go," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The maid nodded, her expression turning serious as she hurried off to fulfill the young master's request.

Alaric watched her go, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He knew Kara would come, and he couldn't wait to see her again.

As Alaric reached his room, he slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. His spacious room was bathed in soft light from a single bedside lamp, the warm glow casting a golden hue across the plush furnishings. He crossed the room and sat down on his bed, eagerly awaiting Kara's arrival.

Sure enough, after just a few minutes, a soft knock sounded at his door.

"Come in," he called out, his heart beating a little faster.

The door creaked open, and there stood Kara. She held a tray in her hands, a jar of water and some exquisite glasses nestled atop it. She then stepped into the room, her eyes lowered demurely, though Alaric could have sworn he saw a spark of anticipation in them.

Alaric watched her, his gaze roaming over her body, drinking in every curve and swell. She was a beautiful woman, her voluptuous figure straining against the fabric of her maid uniform. Her breasts, large and firm, bounced slightly with each step she took, the outline of her hardened nipples visible through the thin material.

As she bent to place the tray on the bedside table, Alaric couldn't resist any longer.

"Ventus Brevis," he whispered, the words unnecessary for his mastery of this particular wind spell.

A gentle gust of air whispered through the room, and the door clicked shut with a resounding thud.

With a flick of his wrist, the lock slid into place, securing them within.

Kara's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the lock clicking into place. She looked up at Alaric, her eyes wide but not afraid.

Instead, there was a hint of excitement in them, as if she had been waiting for this very moment. She knew all too well why the young master had summoned her here.

As if reading her mind, Alaric grinned mischievously and pounced, grabbing her wrists and pulling her down onto the bed with him. Kara let out a small gasp, her tray clattering to the floor as she found herself beneath the young boy, her ample bosom heaving with each ragged breath.

"Did you think I called you here for just a simple jar of water?" Alaric asked, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Kara's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but she held his gaze, a shy smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I had a feeling it might be more than that, young master."

Alaric chuckled, his hands already roaming over her uniform, caressing the lush curves of her breasts. Kara let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered herself to his touch.

The young boy grew bolder, his hands moving with a confidence beyond his years as he deftly undid the buttons of her uniform. Kara helped him, slipping the garment off her shoulders and exposing her large, heaving breasts to his hungry eyes.

Alaric marvelled at their size; his small hands wasn't able to encompass one. He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh as he flicked his tongue over one puckered nipple.

"Oh, young master..." Kara gasped, her hands flying to his hair as he suckled her breasts like a ravenous infant. "You're so...naughty."

Alaric didn't respond, too lost in the feel of her soft skin beneath his mouth. He sucked and bit, his fingers kneading her flesh, leaving behind red marks and purple bruises. Kara squirmed beneath him, her own hands roaming over his back, holding him closer.

As his hands dipped lower, his fingers dancing along the curve of her hips, Kara knew it was only a matter of time before he would ask for more.

She hesitated for a moment, looking down at him with regretful eyes

 He was still just a boy, his body too small and underdeveloped to pleasure her the way she wanted.

But he was still her master, and she was bound by duty and honour to obey his commands. She hoped that this night would be enough for him, that he wouldn't push for more than she could give.

"Please, young master..." she whispered, her voice thick with lust and uncertainty. "Don't...don't go too far."

Alaric pulled back, looking up at her with confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, his young brow furrowed.

Kara bit her lip, her eyes filled with trepidation. "You're still a boy," she said gently. "Your body isn't...ready for certain things yet."

Alaric blinked, realization dawning in his eyes. He understood what she was trying to say, but he refused to be discouraged. Just because he couldn't sate his urges inside her didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy her body.

With a devilish grin, he moved lower, his hands caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs. Kara shivered, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt his hot breath ghost over her most intimate parts.

"You don't need to worry about that," Alaric murmured, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her undergarments. "There are plenty of other things I can do."

With a swift tug, he pulled her panties aside, exposing her glistening folds to his eager eyes. Kara gasped, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her as he leaned in close, his tongue flicking out to taste her for the first time.

Alaric groaned in pleasure at the taste of her, his tongue lapping at her juices like a starving animal. Kara writhed beneath him, her hips bucking uncontrollably as he assaulted her with his mouth, his fingers driving her higher and higher towards release.

"Oh gods, yes!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of his bedroom. "Please, don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

Alaric didn't stop. He continued his assault on her senses, his tongue delving deeper, his fingers pumping in and out of her, driving her to the edge of sanity. Kara screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

And still, Alaric didn't stop. He wanted more. He wanted to hear her scream again and again until she couldn't take any more.

He flipped her over onto her stomach, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her buttocks towards him. Kara's breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation as she felt his tongue trace the seam of her ass.

"No, young master!" she gasped, her voice trembling with desire and fear. "We can't! Not that!"

Alaric silenced her protests with a sharp smack to her ass, leaving behind a red handprint. Kara yelped, but the sound turned into a moan as his tongue returned, delving deeper this time.

Kara squirmed, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The taboo nature of their actions only served to heighten her arousal, and she could feel another orgasm building inside her.

As Alaric continued to feast on her, his fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping sex, Kara knew she couldn't take much more. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure.

"Please, young master!" she begged, her voice barely a whimper. "I can't...I can't take anymore! I need...I need you inside me!"

Alaric pulled back, his young face flushed and sweaty. He knew he couldn't give her what she wanted, not yet anyway. But that didn't mean he would stop teasing her.

"I told you," he panted, his fingers continuing to stroke her slick folds. "I'm not going to fuck you, Kara. Not yet anyway. But I will make you come until you can't think straight. I'll make you come so many times you'll forget your own name."

And true to his word, he did. All through the night, Kara screamed and moaned as Alaric brought her to one shattering climax after another. Her body was raw and aching, but she couldn't get enough of his touch, his mouth, his fingers.

As the sun began to rise, Alaric finally collapsed next to her, his small body exhausted from his nighttime activities. Kara curled into him, her head resting on his chest, her heart still pounding in her chest.

"Thank you, Young Master," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and affection. "That was... incredible."

Alaric smiled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back as he held her close. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Kara. And don't worry, this won't be the last time."

Kara blushed, her heart fluttering at his words. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist the temptation of her young master's advances.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Kara couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. She knew that their relationship was forbidden, but she also knew that there was no way of stopping as it didn't seem like her young master would stop.