The first rays of dawn painted the caravan camp in soft gold, mist rising from the dew-kissed grass. Eron stirred under the shared blanket, Mira's warm, naked body curled against him. They had fucked quietly in the pre-dawn hours—her riding him slowly, biting her lip to stifle moans while the camp slept mere feet away. The shared essence had pushed his level to 5 overnight, unlocking a passive skill:
[Arousal Aura (Low) – Nearby females experience heightened sensitivity and subconscious attraction.]
Perfect timing.
The camp roused slowly. Guards stoked the fire, merchants checked wagons, Harlan barked at his daughter Lira to pack faster. Sylva moved with deliberate calm, folding blankets, but her eyes kept flicking to Eron—hungry, conflicted, already addicted to the memory of his cock stretching her last night.
Eron sat up, stretching, letting the blanket fall to expose his toned torso. Several women in the camp—Mira, Sylva, even young Lira—stole glances, cheeks flushing under the subtle influence of his new aura. The system pinged softly:
[Arousal Aura Active. Targets Affected: 4. Libido Increase: +15% average.]
Mira pressed a possessive kiss to his neck. "Good morning, my lord. Shall I prepare breakfast… or something else?"
"Later," he murmured, hand sliding between her thighs to find her still slick from their earlier session. "First, we collect our new prize."
Breakfast was tense. Harlan noticed Sylva's distant demeanor, her swollen lips, the faint marks on her neck barely hidden by her hair. "What's wrong with you, woman? Acting like a lovesick girl."
Sylva flinched but said nothing. Eron caught her eye, using Seduction Whisper, "Come to me when you're ready."
The caravan prepared to move out. Torv shouted orders, wagons creaking into line. Harlan loaded the last crate, then turned to Sylva. "Mount up. We're leaving."
That was the moment.
Sylva froze, clutching her shawl. Her voice came out small but firm. "No, Harlan. I'm not going with you."
The camp went silent. Harlan's face reddened. "What did you say?"
"I'm staying." She stepped toward Eron and Mira, who stood beside their horse. "With them."
Harlan exploded. "You whore! After all I've done—gave you a home, protection—" He lunged, hand raised to strike.
Eron moved faster. Strength boosted by levels and Mira's bond, he intercepted Harlan's arm mid-swing, twisting it painfully behind the man's back. "Touch her, and I break it."
The guards drew swords halfway, uncertain—Eron was just a traveler, but the raw dominance in his stance made them hesitate. Torv raised a hand. "No blood in my camp. Settle this civil."
Harlan struggled, spitting curses. "She's my wife! Property by law!"
Eron's voice was ice. "Not anymore." He nodded to Sylva. "Tell him."
Tears streaked her face, but resolve hardened her beautiful features. "I divorce you, Harlan Voss. By the right of dissatisfaction and neglect, as allowed under Valdorian common law. Witnesses present." She looked to Torv and the guards, who nodded reluctantly—law was law, even if distasteful.
Harlan roared, but the guards stepped in, pulling him back. "She's made her choice, man. Let it go, or we leave you here."
Defeated, Harlan spat at Eron's feet. "You'll regret this, boy. Stealing another man's wife—karma will come."
Eron smiled coldly. "I'm counting on more wives, actually."
As the caravan pulled away, Harlan glaring daggers from his wagon, Sylva stood trembling between Eron and Mira. The older woman—now the senior harem member—pulled Sylva into a gentle embrace. "Welcome, sister. You've chosen power and pleasure over misery."
Eron mounted the horse, pulling both women up—Sylva in front this time, her lush ass pressing directly against his crotch, Mira behind him. As they rode separately from the departing caravan, heading parallel toward Silverport, the tension exploded.
Less than an hour down the road, in a secluded meadow bordered by wildflowers, Eron called a halt. "Time to seal the bond properly."
Sylva dismounted eagerly, dress already loosening. Mira watched with heated eyes, fingers trailing her own breasts. "Shall I assist, my lord?"
"Yes. Show her how we serve."
What followed was a sun-drenched, explicit threesome that cemented Sylva's place forever.
Eron laid his cloak on the grass, commanding both women to strip. Mira obeyed instantly, her mature curves gleaming in daylight—heavy tits with dark nipples, wide hips, the faint glow of her bond. Sylva followed shyly at first, then boldly, revealing her flawless younger body—perky D-cup breasts with pale pink nipples, flat stomach, and that perfect shaved pussy still puffy from last night's abuse.
They knelt before him as he freed his enhanced cock—now nearly nine inches, thick as a wrist, throbbing with need. Both women gasped appreciatively.
Mira took the lead, guiding Sylva's hand to stroke him while she licked the shaft from base to tip, tongue swirling around the head to lap up pre-cum. "Taste him, sister. He's addictive."
Sylva leaned in, lips stretching wide to take him in. She gagged slightly at his size, but enthusiasm won—bobbing eagerly, saliva dripping down her chin as Mira fondled his balls. Eron groaned, hands tangled in their hair, guiding them to share—one sucking while the other licked, tongues meeting wetly around his cock in sloppy kisses.
The Arousal Aura amplified everything—their pussies dripped openly, scent of female arousal thick in the air. Eron pulled Sylva up first, laying her on the cloak and spreading her legs wide. "Time to claim you fully, in daylight, where everyone could see if they passed."
He thrust into her in one smooth motion, her tight cunt welcoming him like home. Sylva screamed in pleasure, back arching as he bottomed out, cockhead kissing her cervix. Mira straddled Sylva's face without prompting, lowering her dripping pussy onto the younger woman's mouth. "Lick me while he fucks you. Taste what loyalty earns."
The meadow filled with obscene sounds: wet slaps of Eron pounding Sylva relentlessly, her muffled moans into Mira's folds, Mira's husky encouragements—"Yes, tongue deeper, good girl"—and the creak of grass beneath them.
Eron switched positions fluidly. He took Mira from behind while she ate Sylva out, the chain of pleasure linking all three. Then Sylva rode him reverse cowgirl, her perfect ass bouncing hypnotically as Mira sucked her clit from below, making the younger woman squirt for the first time in her life—a gushing climax that soaked Eron's balls.
Finally, he had them both on their knees again. "Open your mouths."
They obeyed, tongues out, faces pressed together as he stroked himself to completion. Thick ropes of fluid painted their features—across cheeks, lips, tongues—before they kissed deeply, sharing his seed in a filthy, loving display.
*Ding! [Conquest Fully Sealed: Sylva Voss. +50 Libido, +25 Charm. Skill Unlocked: Dual Cultivation (Essence gain doubled during group activities). Harem Member Rank Up: 2. Shared Bond Activated – All members gain +10% stats when within 50 meters. Essence Gained: 200 (Group Bonus + Threesome Multiplier). Level Up: 5 → 8. New Stat Points: 15.]
Both women glowed brighter, bodies subtly enhanced—breasts fuller, skin flawless, eyes sharper. Sylva's voice was reverent. "I've never… no one has ever made me feel like this."
Mira smiled proudly. "And it only gets better."
They dressed eventually, though Eron kept them without undergarments—"easier access." As they remounted—Sylva in front, Mira behind—the system displayed the updated harem:
[Harem Roster]
1. Mira Grom – Rank 1 (Devoted Caretaker)
2. Sylva Voss – Rank 2 (Eager Seductress)
Total Members: 2/∞
Combined Power: Minor Party Buffs Active]
Silverport was now less than a day away. A city of fifty thousand, with adventurer guilds, slave markets, noble districts, and countless beautiful women—married, single, powerful, innocent.
Eron's grin was predatory as they rode on, his hands freely groping both women as they giggled and squirmed.
The Lust Dominion was growing.
And the city would never be the same.