Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 413: The Broken Princess

The spacious, heavily warded interior of the Ling Clan’s golden flying carriage was saturated with the thick, unmistakable scent of raw, unrestrained debauchery. The rhythmic humming of the defensive arrays surrounding the carriage provided a low, vibrating backdrop to the filthy sounds echoing within the opulent cabin.

Alaric sat back on the plush, velvet-upholstered seating, a dark, immensely satisfied smirk curving his handsome features. With a final, dominant thrust of his hips, he drove his massive, rock-hard erection deep into the suffocating warmth of Ling Ying’s throat.

He let out a deep, guttural growl as he climaxed. He pumped a massive, scalding hot, incredibly thick load of his potent seed directly into the heiress’s mouth. Ling Ying’s emerald eyes rolled back in pure, fanatic worship as she eagerly swallowed the first few pulses, but the sheer, overwhelming volume of his essence was too much for her to contain. Thick, pearly white ropes of his semen spilled past her plump lips, splashing heavily across her chin, her neck, and raining down onto the massive, exposed globes of her pale breasts.

Alaric pulled his slick, throbbing shaft from her mouth with a loud, obscene pop.

“Look at you, making a mess,” Alaric taunted smoothly, his ruby eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Ling Ying’s dark hair, forcing her head down toward the velvet floorboards where a few thick drops had landed. “Drink it all, Ying’er. Lick every single drop of my seed off the floor, and then clean your own breasts with your tongue. I don’t want a single drop of my essence wasted.”

“Mhhmmm… yes, Master…” Ling Ying whimpered eagerly. The dignified heiress of the Ling Clan, a woman who commanded thousands of elite martialists, immediately dropped to her hands and knees like a starving dog. She began to feverishly lap at the velvet floorboards, her tongue swiping up his spilled semen with absolute, fanatical devotion, completely devoid of any aristocratic pride.

Alaric didn’t spare her another glance. His insatiable, predatory gaze shifted to the other occupant of the carriage.

Princess Gu Ling sat gracefully on the opposite velvet bench. She was entirely, spectacularly naked. Her flawless, pale skin was mottled with the dark purple bite marks and bright red spanking handprints Alaric had painted onto her flesh the previous night. She sat with perfect, rigid posture, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her ethereal eyes glazed over with the heavy, intoxicating fog of the Subconscious Weaving Hex.

To her magically manipulated mind, the horrific, degrading spectacle she had just witnessed between Alaric and Ling Ying was merely a complex, highly advanced method of Yin-Yang energy transference.

Alaric stood up, his massive, heavily veined dick still jutting out proudly from his groin, completely unbothered by the fact that he had just climaxed. The terrifying vitality of his Azure Spirit Lion bloodline surged through his veins, demanding more flesh.

He stepped across the carriage and stood directly between Gu Ling’s spread, fair knees.

He didn’t bother offering a clinical, medical explanation this time. He wanted to test the absolute limits of the subconscious commands he had ruthlessly drilled into her psyche over the past month.

“Get up, Gu Ling,” Alaric commanded, his voice dripping with crude, unfiltered authority. “Come here and sit on my hard dick. Spread your legs and take my cock deep into your pussy.”

There was no mention of ‘meridians’ or ‘Yang Pillars’. The words were blatant, filthy, and entirely sexual.

Gu Ling’s beautiful, pristine face twitched for a fraction of a second. A minuscule spark of aristocratic outrage attempted to flare within her mind, but it was instantaneously, violently crushed by the overwhelming weight of the spell.

‘He is the healer. He is the master of my foundation,’ her deeply conditioned subconscious rationalized immediately, completely overriding the crude nature of his words. ‘His commands are absolute. If he requires my body in this manner, it is the only correct path to power. I must obey his instructions flawlessly.’

“Yes, Alaric,” Gu Ling replied softly, her voice carrying a terrifyingly blank, compliant tone.

She stood up, her massive, incredibly heavy breasts swaying beautifully with the movement. She stepped toward him, turning her back to his chest. Alaric immediately took a seat on the velvet bench, leaning back comfortably.

Gu Ling climbed onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs. She reached down, her delicate fingers grasping his thick, slick shaft, and guided the blunt, purple head directly against her wet, swollen entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, she sank her wide, curvy hips downward, taking his entire, monstrous length deep into her tight core.

“Hhhaaaah…” Gu Ling let out a breathy, heavily conditioned sigh of relief as her inner walls stretched to accommodate him.

Alaric didn’t wait for her to set the pace. He aggressively grabbed her from behind, his large hands wrapping tightly around her slender waist. He hoisted her up and forcefully slammed her back down onto his groin, initiating a brutal, rapid bouncing rhythm.

“OOHHH! AHHH!” Gu Ling cried out, her head tossing back against his broad shoulder.

As she bounced up and down on his lap, Alaric’s hands slid upward. He completely bypassed her waist, his fingers aggressively grabbing the massive, heavy globes of her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the soft, pale flesh with absolute ruthlessness, his thumbs finding her stiff, sensitive dark pink nipples and pinching them sharply. He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of her elegant neck, pressing hot, wet kisses against her pulse point while biting down gently on her collarbone.

“MHHMmm! Ahhh! Ahhh!” Gu Ling moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the carriage. The intense, overwhelming physical pleasure was blinding. The friction of his massive dick churning inside her soaking wet pussy, combined with the aggressive fondling of her breasts, sent continuous, rolling waves of electricity crashing through her nervous system.

She was completely lost in the sensation, her mind a happy, compliant blank.

And then, with a precise, razor-sharp application of his magical will, Alaric severed the Subconscious Weaving Hex.

SNAP.

The heavy, intoxicating, rationalizing trance instantly vanished from Gu Ling’s mind. The magical fog that had insulated her from the horrific reality of her actions evaporated in a single, devastating heartbeat.

Gu Ling’s conscious sanity slammed back into her body with the force of a falling meteor.

Her ethereal eyes snapped wide open, staring blankly at the ornate wooden paneling of the carriage wall in front of her. The clinical delusions of ‘meridian expansion’ and ‘Yang Qi transfer’ were instantly, surgically stripped away.

She wasn’t receiving a medical massage. She wasn’t undergoing a sacred, foundational therapy.

She was completely naked. She was sitting on a man’s lap. She was actively, vigorously bouncing up and down on his massive, throbbing cock. He was aggressively squeezing her bare breasts from behind, his wet mouth trailing kisses down her neck, and she was letting out loud, filthy, unrestrained moans of pure sexual ecstasy.

He was straight up having sex with her.

“N-no… what…” Gu Ling choked out, a wave of absolute, paralyzing horror washing over her.

She tried to stop. Her conscious mind, filled with the pristine pride of the Gu Clan and her deep, abiding love for Feng Xiao, screamed at her to throw herself off his lap, to summon her Ethereal Jade Battle Aura and strike him down for this ultimate, unspeakable defilement.

But a terrifying, incomprehensible betrayal occurred.

Her body completely ignored the frantic, panicked commands of her brain.

The sheer, mind-boggling physical pleasure she was currently experiencing was too intense, too deeply ingrained into her newly awakened nerve endings. The friction of his thick shaft hitting her cervix, the hot, dominant grip of his hands on her breasts, and the heavy, intoxicating scent of his masculine sweat completely short-circuited her motor control.

Even though she knew it was a horrific sin, even though she knew she shouldn’t do it, her wide, curvaceous hips continued to move. She continued to bounce forcefully up and down on Alaric’s massive dick, her inner walls instinctively, hungrily clamping down around his flesh to milk every ounce of pleasure from the intrusion.

“HAAAAAH! MHHMmm! S-stop… ahhh… please!” Gu Ling sobbed, tears of absolute despair streaming down her flawless, pale cheeks, even as her hips slammed down against his groin with a wet, obscene SLAP.

“Why should I stop, Princess?” Alaric whispered darkly into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He pinched her nipples harder, eliciting another loud, involuntary shriek of pleasure from her lips. “You seem to be enjoying my cock immensely. Your pussy is practically begging me to go deeper.”

Gu Ling thrashed her head from side to side, her tear-filled eyes frantically scanning the interior of the carriage.

Her gaze landed on Ling Ying.

The heiress of the Ling Clan was kneeling on the velvet floorboards, entirely naked save for the sheer emerald silk pooling around her waist. She had a fanatic, blissfully degraded look on her beautiful face as she meticulously, eagerly licked a thick smear of Alaric’s semen off her own massive breast, her tongue swirling over her nipple to catch every last drop of his essence.

The sight shattered the last remaining pillar of Gu Ling’s reality.

“Y-Ying’er…” Gu Ling gasped out between her loud, rhythmic moans, her voice trembling with a mixture of profound betrayal and blinding fury. “I… ahhh… I thought of you as a close sister! I trusted you… mnnn! But you… you played a trick on me! You collaborated with this demon to scheme against me!”

Ling Ying paused her degrading task. She looked up at Gu Ling, her emerald eyes completely devoid of the warmth, sisterly affection, and empathy she had displayed over the past month. Her expression was completely, chillingly indifferent.

“You are incredibly foolish, Gu Ling,” Ling Ying stated calmly, her voice carrying the absolute, brainwashed devotion of a Sovereign Soul Bond. She wiped a stray drop of semen from her chin and licked her fingers cleanly. “To be chosen as Master Alaric’s lover, to be used as his slut… it is the greatest, most profound fortune a woman could ever receive. You should be thanking me on your knees for bringing you to his bed.”

Gu Ling stared at her, her heart breaking into a million irreparable pieces. “You… you lied to me…”

“Did you honestly think I truly treated you as a good sister?” Ling Ying laughed, a dark, mocking sound that mirrored Alaric’s own arrogance. “You are nothing but an arrogant, sheltered princess. I only became friends with you, I only played the part of your confidant, because my Master commanded me to reel you in. You were just a target, Gu Ling. And now, you are exactly where you belong.”

The absolute, devastating truth of the betrayal crashed down upon Gu Ling. Her entire friendship, the supposed sanctuary she had found away from the Imperial Women, the shared confessions about Feng Xiao… it had all been a meticulously crafted, perfectly executed lie to drag her into this carriage and impale her on this monster’s cock.

“AAHHH! You… you despicable bastards!” Gu Ling cried out, her anger temporarily piercing through the overwhelming fog of pleasure. She twisted her upper body, glaring fiercely over her shoulder at Alaric, her ethereal eyes burning with a desperate, furious hatred.

“How… how can you be so incredibly decadent?!” Gu Ling demanded angrily, her voice shaking with rage even as her hips involuntarily ground down hard against his pelvis. “To do something like this to me… to defile me through trickery! Do you not fear the heavens?!”

Alaric merely chuckled, a low, vibrating rumble that caused her inner walls to spasm delightfully.

“I am the Princess of the Gu Clan!” Gu Ling shrieked, desperately trying to summon the terrifying authority of her lineage to shield her shattered pride. “My father… my elders… if they find out about this, they will hunt you to the ends of the earth! They will kill you! They will draw out your soul and torture it in the Abyssal Flames for tens of thousands of years for daring to defile my purity like this!”

In response, Alaric’s hands tightened aggressively around the large, heavy globes of her breasts. He squeezed the soft flesh with brutal, unforgiving strength, his fingers digging in so hard it bordered on pain.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, his tone dropping into a terrifyingly calm, devilish whisper.

“You make such grand, terrifying threats, my sweet Princess,” Alaric murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “But you really shouldn’t say such things while you are vigorously jumping up and down on my dick like a common brothel whore.”

Gu Ling gasped, a fresh wave of humiliated tears spilling from her eyes.

“Look at you,” Alaric taunted smoothly. “You threaten me with eternal torture, yet you haven’t stopped your movements for a single second. In fact… your pussy is squeezing me even tighter. You are having sex with me more passionately right now than when you were under my spell.”

It was the absolute, horrific truth. The combination of her furious adrenaline and the relentless, deep friction of his massive shaft hitting her cervix had pushed her body to the absolute brink.

“N-no… I don’t… ahhhh!” Gu Ling moaned loudly, her head falling back against his shoulder.

The pleasure was completely, hopelessly overwhelming. She was already hovering dangerously close to a massive climax. Even though her mind hated Alaric with a fiery, burning passion, her body felt such immense, unadulterated pleasure from the sheer size and perfect rhythm of his dick that she absolutely couldn’t stop her hips from bouncing. The physical addiction he had carefully cultivated over the past month had completely bypassed her conscious control.

“I can’t… mnnn… I can’t stop!” Gu Ling sobbed pathetically, her flawless face contorted in a mixture of profound agony and transcendental ecstasy. “Please… my body… ahhh!”

“As for your mighty Gu Clan’s retaliation,” Alaric continued conversationally, entirely unfazed by her tears as he ruthlessly fondled her breasts. “I find your threats incredibly hollow, Gu Ling. Do you truly believe a clan led by a mere Half-Step Martial Emperor frightens me?”

He paused, letting the silence stretch for a heartbeat before dropping the ultimate, devastating revelation.

“I have done the exact same thing to the proud Imperial Princesses,” Alaric whispered darkly. “I took Princess Huang Mei’s virginity on a massage table. I fucked Princess Huang Hua until she forgot her own name. And the Emperor’s most prized possessions? Imperial Consort Xian and Noble Consort Shu? I have fucked them secretly, multiple times, right beneath the noses of their elite guards. They spread their legs for me willingly.”

Gu Ling froze mid-bounce, her entire body going entirely rigid as the sheer, apocalyptic magnitude of his words hit her.

“You… you target the Imperial Women?” Gu Ling choked out, her ethereal eyes wide with absolute shock and dawning, bottomless horror.

“I have conquered them,” Alaric corrected arrogantly. “If I do not even fear the retaliation of Emperor Huang Long—a True Martial Emperor and the absolute ruler of the Celestial Dragon Empire—what makes you think I care about the petty wrath of your backwater Gu Clan?”

The revelation completely shattered the remaining fragments of Gu Ling’s reality.

He had defiled the Imperial Consorts. He had corrupted the Princesses. He possessed a level of power, stealth, and sheer, demonic audacity that defied mortal comprehension. Emperor Huang Long was a god among men, a True Martial Emperor whose wrath could sunder continents. Even Gu Ling’s own father, the revered Patriarch of the Gu Clan, was only at the peak of the Half-Step Martial Emperor realm; he would be forced to kneel before the Emperor.

Yet this wandering scholar, this monster holding her hostage on his lap, spoke of cuckolding the Emperor with the casual indifference of a man discussing the weather. He had absolutely no fear at all.

A profound, suffocating sense of total despair washed over Gu Ling. There was no rescue. There was no grand clan army that could save her from a man who played games with the Imperial Throne. She was completely, utterly doomed.

Alaric sensed the exact moment her spirit fractured.

He didn’t give her time to wallow in her despair. With a sudden, explosive surge of his monstrous physical strength, Alaric gripped her wide, curvaceous hips and stood up from the velvet bench, taking her with him.

“AAHHH!” Gu Ling shrieked as she was lifted into the air, his massive dick remaining buried to the hilt inside her.

Alaric took two long strides across the carriage and brutally slammed her back against the ornate, rune-inscribed wooden walls.

He pinned her there, her long, fair legs wrapping instinctively around his waist to avoid falling. He abandoned the rhythmic bouncing and began to thrust into her pussy thoroughly, relentlessly, and with a savage, animalistic aggression that tore the breath from her lungs.

“HAAAAAH! OOHHH! AHHHH!” Gu Ling screamed, her voice echoing violently within the soundproofed carriage.

The angle was devastating. Pressed against the hard wall, every single brutal thrust drove his massive erection agonizingly deep into her core, the friction scraping against her highly sensitive, ruined walls with terrifying intensity. The physical sensation was completely inescapable. It overwhelmed her despair, her anger, and her grief, replacing everything with a blinding, roaring inferno of pure sexual pleasure.

“Yes, Princess,” Alaric growled, his hips snapping forward with the force of a battering ram, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. “Scream for me. Show your good sister how much you loves getting fucked against a wall.”

“MHHMmm! I can’t… ahhh! I’m breaking! Ahhhh!” Gu Ling sobbed, her head tossing wildly against the wood paneling, her massive breasts swinging heavily with every impact.

A few minutes of this relentless, brutal pounding was all it took.

“OH GODS! AHHHHHHHH!” Gu Ling shrieked, an incredibly loud, extended, breathless moan of absolute climax.

Her inner walls clamped down around his shaft in a series of violent, milking spasms, her toes curling as a massive wave of her sweet Yin nectar flooded his cock. She climaxed so hard her vision went entirely white, her mind blanking completely under the sheer magnitude of the orgasm.

But unfortunately for the broken Princess, Alaric hadn’t climaxed at all. His Azure Spirit Lion vitality demanded far more than a few minutes of wall-fucking.

As she rode the agonizing, twitching aftershocks of her orgasm, begging weakly for a reprieve, Alaric continued to fuck her even more madly. He completely ignored her exhausted whimpers, his thrusts maintaining their brutal, punishing speed without stopping for a single second.

He fucked her against the wall for another grueling half an hour. He pounded her until her legs went completely numb, until her voice was reduced to a hoarse, ragged whisper of continuous pleasure, and her mind was nothing but a floating, hazy mess of submission.

Finally, with a deep, rumbling growl that vibrated against her chest, Alaric drove his hips forward one last time, burying himself as deep as physically possible. He climaxed, pumping massive, scalding hot, thick loads of his potent seed directly into her tight, twitching pussy, filling her womb to the absolute brim.

Gu Ling whimpered, her head falling forward onto his shoulder, completely spent.

But this was merely the prelude. Alaric’s dark lust was far from satiated.

He carried her trembling, sweat-slicked body back to the velvet benches. He fucked her in all sorts of humiliating, degrading positions within the spacious carriage.

He forced her onto her hands and knees on the floorboards, kneeling right next to where Ling Ying was still dutifully cleaning up the spilled semen. He fucked her brutally from behind in a doggy-style position, relentlessly spanking her wide, curvy buttocks until the fair skin was a bright, glowing cherry-red, covered in overlapping, stark handprints.

“AAHHH! Ahhh! Please… my ass… ahhh!” Gu Ling wailed, her hands gripping the velvet carpet as every thrust sent a shockwave through her spine.

He flipped her onto her back, pinning her long legs securely beside her ears in a deep missionary position, driving his massive cock so deep it felt as though he was rearranging her internal organs. Gu Ling, with her body so thoroughly, completely lost to the pleasure he inflicted, couldn’t resist at all. She became a willing, eager participant in her own defilement, her hips instinctively rising to meet his thrusts, her moans a continuous, filthy soundtrack to their journey.

“Mnnn… yes… deeper… ahhh… fuck me deeper…” Gu Ling babbled, her ethereal eyes completely glazed, her pristine aura entirely destroyed.

And while fucking her in these animalistic rounds, Alaric was relentlessly attacking her psyche. He talked to her constantly, his voice a dark, hypnotic poison dripping into her ear.

“Look at yourself, Gu Ling,” Alaric taunted, leaning forward to bite her neck as he pounded her. “You are completely addicted to my cock. Your body craves my seed. It is inevitable. You cannot fight it. You will submit to me entirely, body and soul.”

“No… I love… mnnn… ahhh…” Gu Ling tried to protest weakly, clinging desperately to the fading image of Feng Xiao in her mind.

“Do not speak his name while you are taking my dick to the hilt,” Alaric growled, accelerating his thrusts to punish her. “Let me make this perfectly clear to you, Princess. If you fully submit to me, if you become my obedient, willing slut without any more of this tedious resistance… I will be merciful. I will not target that pathetic lover of yours, Feng Xiao.”

Gu Ling gasped, her eyes flying wide open as the threat pierced through her haze of pleasure.

“But,” Alaric continued, his tone turning incredibly malicious, “if you continue to fight me, if you hold onto this foolish hope… I will break him. I will tear down his reputation, I will shatter his cultivation, and then… I will bring him here. And I will fuck you relentlessly, right in front of his eyes, making him watch as you scream in ecstasy for another man.”

The threat was absolute devastation. Gu Ling, who already felt incredibly filthy, ruined, and entirely unworthy of her dear ‘Brother Xiao’ after discovering she enjoyed being raped, was startled to her very core. The thought of Feng Xiao being harmed, or worse, being forced to witness her utter degradation, broke the last, fragile string of her defiance.

“N-no! Please!” Gu Ling begged, tears streaming down her face, her hands reaching up to desperately grab his broad shoulders. “Please do not do anything to Brother Xiao! He is innocent! I… I will submit!”

She sobbed, completely abandoning her pride. “I will do anything you want! I will be your slut! Just please… leave him alone!”

Alaric raised his hand and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to her bouncy, curvy buttock.

SMACK!

“AAHHH!” Gu Ling whimpered, thrusting her chest upward submissively.

“Verbal guarantees mean absolutely nothing to me, Princess,” Alaric stated coldly, his hips slamming into her dripping pussy. “Tears are cheap. You want to save your precious alchemist? You had better show me your submission with action. Prove to me that you belong to me now.”

Gu Ling didn’t hesitate. Driven by a mixture of profound despair, the desperate need to protect Feng Xiao, and the overwhelming, undeniable physical addiction to Alaric’s body, she threw herself into her new role.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and began to actively, passionately kiss him back. She ground her wide hips against his groin, milking his thick shaft with every ounce of her newly awakened, intense sexual skill. She completely surrendered her dignity, abandoning the White Moonlight persona forever to become the Archmage’s filthy plaything.

They engaged in more than a dozen incredibly intense, violent rounds of sex inside the carriage. Alaric fucked her continuously for the entire time while the imperial convoy was on the move across the skies.

When the afternoon sun began to dip, a heavy knock echoed from the outer doors of the carriage.

“Princess Gu Ling? Young Mistress Ling?” called the gruff, respectful voice of one of Gu Ling’s Half-Step Martial Emperor guards. “We have brought the evening meal for the Princess.”

Inside the carriage, the situation was a masterpiece of extreme humiliation.

Alaric had Gu Ling bent over the velvet seating, her face pressed against the plush cushions, her massive, heavy breasts hanging freely. He was standing behind her, driving his massive, rock-hard erection deep into her slick, thoroughly abused pussy with relentless, wet, slapping thrusts.

Gu Ling’s eyes widened in sheer panic at the sound of her guard’s voice.

“Quiet now, Princess,” Alaric whispered, aggressively squeezing her massive breasts, pinching her nipples sharply. He didn’t stop fucking her for a single second. “Remember your promise. Show me your submission. Do not make a sound, or I will invite him in to watch.”

Gu Ling clamped both of her hands tightly over her own mouth, tears streaming down her face. She bit down hard on her own fingers to suppress the loud, breathy moans that threatened to escape her lips with every brutal thrust of his hips.

Ling Ying quickly threw on her sheer emerald silk wrap, ensuring it covered her nakedness sufficiently. She walked to the small, secure service window built into the carriage door, keeping her body positioned to completely conceal the horrific, deeply erotic scene happening just inches behind her.

Ling Ying opened the small window panel.

“Thank you, Commander,” Ling Ying smiled politely, accepting the heavy silver trays of exquisite food from the guard. “Princess Gu Ling is currently deep in meditation. The ambient Qi requires her complete focus. Please, do not disturb us again until morning.”

“Understood, Young Mistress,” the guard bowed deeply, completely oblivious to the fact that his pristine, untouched Princess was currently taking a massive cock to the hilt less than ten feet away, her mouth muffled by her own hands as she wept in silent, overwhelming pleasure.

Ling Ying closed the window and secured the lock.

Alaric pulled Gu Ling up by her hips, his thrusts accelerating into a frantic, pounding rhythm.

“MHHMmm! NNNGH!” Gu Ling whimpered against her hands, her body trembling violently as the sheer thrill of the danger, combined with the intense physical stimulation, drove her completely over the edge once more. She climaxed violently, her inner walls crushing his shaft in silent, desperate spasms.

For the entire day, as the golden convoy sailed through the clouds toward the Imperial Capital, Alaric fucked, broke, and systematically rebuilt her. Without utilizing any subconscious commands or mind-altering hexes, he utilized sheer physical dominance, psychological blackmail, and overwhelming sexual pleasure to ensure that Princess Gu Ling became his willing, desperate, and devoted slut.