Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 345 How To Trap a Witch 3**

Reaching her thighs through her clothes, Pyris caressed her, his hands acting as yet another intoxicating effect—which in sense they are—one that made Zara spiral deeper into lust. She growled, her tongue surging into his mouth with fervent desperation.

Pyris was battling on two fronts—dominating her tongue in a relentless duel as they indulged in each other's taste, while his other hand waged war elsewhere...

"Ahh~~" Zara broke their ravenous kiss with a high-pitched moan. Pyris didn't relent—not when there was a sex-starved witch in his grasp, desperate to be tamed. His hands, already exploring beneath her loose garments, ventured deeper along her inner thighs.

"You're so warm. How do you keep this heat burning through the night, witch~?" His craftsmanship was impeccable—so utterly merciless that Zara could only respond with more helpless moans.

And truly, a man could never hope for a better reply. Let alone a lustful dragon. Let alone the Champion of Lust himself. He smirked, wondering if Lilith was enjoying the fruits of his influence.

"I bet she is."

But this was no time for idle musings. Pyris's other mischievous hand slithered downward.

**Slaaaap!**

"So full… How do you keep this big plump ass on such a petite figure?" He gave it a light squeeze, savoring how his fingers sank effortlessly into her supple flesh.

"Ahh~ don't tease me, Pyris~~" she whimpered, hiding her face in his neck. Embarrassment warred with the heat consuming her body, but her arousal outweighed all else. His hands showed no restraint, gripping her ass with firm possession and delving even deeper between her thighs.

"To think... the ever-uptight, mischievous witch could be this cute..." Pyris grinned wickedly before lunging for her neck, his lips tracing a sensual path downward. He trailed kisses along her delicate skin, descending toward her chest—still shielded from his lustful gaze.

"They must be craving a touch," he murmured.

After a passionate sex with his mother, this time Pyris wanted something different—something more playful. Just as every woman had a preference for size of his cock and technique, each had a distinct way of surrendering. And Zara? She was no equal-opportunity lover like Emberly—no, she thrived in submission.

With one hand free—unfortunately or fortunately—he reached out and bared the upper half of her body. She hadn't bothered with a bra.

"So perfect… They look absolutely inviting, Zara~"

Her pale breasts stood firm, perky, with areolas larger than most—an enticing contrast to her hardened peaks.

"They... They've been maintained with life magic lately~," she admitted shyly, only to regret it instantly as she covered herself with both arms. Where was the bold and playful witch now? Before him stood a maiden—coy and vulnerable.

"Is that so? No wonder they're practically calling out to me~ Were you looking forward to this moment?" He wasted no time, diving into the feast laid before him.

"Haaaaahhhh~~ Pyris, haaah, gentle… But it feels so good…"

It took less than a second for her composure to shatter. Pyris ravished her with a hunger befitting his title, ensuring that every inch of her sensitive peaks was at his mercy. The storm of lust had begun.

Between her legs, his fingers ventured further—until they found it.

"Uh-huh~… Commando? Were you expecting this tonight?"

Indeed, she had gone without undergarments. His fingers had reached the damp, sultry heat of her core—a slightly hairy yet thoroughly drenched haven.

"To think..." Before he could continue, she captured his lips in a feverish kiss, yanking his upper body closer.

His godly physique—no, even godly was an inadequate word to describe Pyris—stood on full display. Zara's gaze lingered, her eyes drinking in his perfection before she resumed her worship, trailing kisses along his torso between breathy moans. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire

Pyris's fingers remained buried inside her, working her open. Not for long, though.

"Hah," he exhaled, a deep, satisfied sound. "There she is… my ravenous little witch. Yes… go on."

Through some arcane trick—only the heavens knew how—Zara was suddenly completely bare. Not one to be outdone, she burned his clothes away with a flicker of magic.

They locked eyes, as if acknowledging a draw.

Her shifting demeanor delighted him. One moment submissive, the next a bold woman who knew exactly what she wanted. And what she wanted was—

"Fuck me. Fuck me so hard, Pyris!"

Ah. The beauty of a MILF—everything was smooth sailing.

But—

SLAPPPPP!

"Here, Zara, you take orders. You don't issue them. Understood?!"

She nodded meekly, her fire momentarily doused.

Satisfied, Pyris seized her and positioned her onto the couch, her legs dangling over the edge. A surprised moan slipped from her lips as he spread her open and got down on one knee.

His mouth descended.

"Mmmhh~ such a rich scent and taste~" Pyris grinned against her core. This witch certainly knew how to care for herself. Did she use magic on it? Whatever.

His tongue dove in, his hands claiming her breasts and ass as he devoured her without mercy.

"Hooooohhhhh~~ Pyrisssss~"

She instinctively bucked against him, her hands pressing against his head, urging him deeper.

Pyris felt no discomfort and eagerly worked with the setting. Zara was utterly lost in pleasure, moaning as his hands explored her with surgical precision. He didn't need supernatural abilities to know every sensitive inch of her body.

But tonight… he decided to try something new.

For the first time, he unleashed an ability none of his other women had experienced. And Zara? She was the lucky one.

"Fuuuckkkkkkk~~~~" Her entire body trembled. "I'm cum—"

She never finished before a torrential release of love honey flooded his mouth.

His elongated, serpentine tongue coiled inside her, writhing like a tentacle. This—this was what had sent her over the edge instantly.

—

Zara nodded in approval, but uncertainty lingered in her eyes as she gazed at the monstrosity before her. Could that truly fit inside her?

Still, the greedy witch wanted it. Needed it. Big. Thick. Hard. Veiny. Scorching. What more could she ask for?

Pyris smirked and leaned forward.

"Hahhh… It hurts!" She cried out, wincing as she clung to him.

Yes. Zara was a virgin.

Who else but the Champion of Lust could claim something so precious from the proud and arrogant witch?

He leaned down, kissing her deeply as he pushed further, feeling the resistance of untouched flesh. A century-old hymen—his for the taking.

"Haaaaaaahhhhhh~~"

Pain and pleasure ripped through her body as she squeezed him impossibly tight, her walls gripping him like a vice as a trickle of crimson marked her surrender.

The witch was his.

The witch was his. From the moment she had accepted a favor from the former Pyris—then found herself bound to repay it when the current Pyris came to collect—her fate had been sealed. Through their perilous journey into the labyrinth, Zara had never truly stood a chance.

Zara had been destined to fall.

Or rather… to belong to him.

How to Trap a Witch—indeed.

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There are chapters I write with the intention of continuing them in the future, and How to Trap a Witch 1 was one of them! This was the final part, bringing Zara's journey to its destined conclusion—to where I wanted her.