Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Anastasia emerged in the dimly lit hallway of the Obsidian ancestral mansion, her presence rippling through the ancient air like a drop disturbing the still surface of a lake.

The phantoms lurking within the walls stirred, their shadowy forms recoiling, hissing softly in discomfort. It wasn't hatred—they were bound here, protectors of this place—but the overwhelming life energy radiating from her was unnatural in this domain steeped in death, void, darkness , shadows and echoes.

Her very essence clashed with the mansion void-like presence itself, yet the runes lining the walls remained calm, ancient spells humming faintly with a watchful vigilance.

Faint blue sigils pulsed, their glow weaving along the stonework, each etched mark older than all empires in Argos, crafted to guard bloodlines from forces that had long since passed into legend.

The air was thick with magic, and every step she took felt like walking through a space half-forgotten by time. Heavy chandeliers hung high, their crystals catching the dim candlelight like fragments of starlight, while towering portraits of long-departed ancestors stared with hollow eyes from beneath layers of dust.

The scent here was old, not unpleasant but ancient—like rain on stone that hadn't seen the sun in centuries.

She moved with purpose, silent but steady, until she reached a set of grand double doors engraved with even deeper runes, ones that didn't glow but pulsed with a heartbeat she could feel against her skin.

She pushed them open, and there, in the center of the vast bedchamber, lay the two sleeping figures.

Suspended midair, Seraphina and Alexa floated, their bodies cradled in the golden glow of pure life energy. Seraphina's once-fiery crimson hair had dulled into a soft, silvery-white cascade, drifting weightlessly around her face as though she rested in the heart of a gentle current.

Beside her, Alexa's golden locks shimmered with an unnatural brilliance, her face calm, but the aura surrounding her felt… different. More intense.

Between them, Zara stood watchful, the witch's hand extended as streams of pale green energy flowed from her palms into the golden cocoon surrounding the two. Her face was drawn, lips pressed into a thin line of concentration as she sustained the spell, life itself bending under her will.

Though she hadn't spoken, Anastasia could sense the strain.

"You've done well, Zara," Anastasia whispered, voice softer now as she approached.

Zara nodded without taking her eyes off the suspended forms.

Without another word, Anastasia raised the pulsating orb she had brought, the green life energy within it radiating a gentle, warm pulse, like the heartbeat of a slumbering giant.

Slowly, she separated it into two halves, each fragment pulsing with its own rhythm, as though responding to the presence of the two women.

She pressed the first half to Alexa's chest and the second to Seraphina's, her hands lingering just long enough to ensure the energy fused with their bodies before retreating.
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At first, there was silence. Then the change began.

Seraphina's body was the first to react. Her suspended form trembled as the golden cocoon around her fractured, streaks of silvery starlight bleeding through.

The energy twisted, turning brighter, colder—like a supernova just before collapse. Starry bursts rippled outward from her skin, forming constellations along her arms and neck, her breathing deepening as the essence of her star-dragon Bloodline flared awake. But it wasn't pure starlight anymore.

Something darker swirled within the brilliant white, faint veins of pale grey coiling through the light, subtle yet undeniable.

Alexa's reaction was slower, but far more violent. The golden energy surrounding her didn't just pulse—it shuddered. The life energy Zara had been channeling twisted, warping as tendrils of raw, dark gold laced through the cocoon.

A deeper, heavier power began to rise, an energy so potent it felt like the very air was being squeezed, the walls of reality bending around her.

Sparks of blackened gold crackled over her skin, and for a moment, it seemed as though the energy was about to spiral out of control—until it suddenly collapsed back into her body, drawn inward as though the power was claiming her as its rightful vessel.

The two energies met—silver starlight and corrupted gold—swirling as they brushed against one another in the space between the suspended women.

The clash should have been violent, but instead, they merged. Or rather, one force overwhelmed the other. Alexa's golden energy rippled outward, brushing against the starry silver, and when the two touched, the golden hue darkened into something richer, heavier, while Seraphina's pure light dimmed, streaked now with a hint of ashen grey.

A balance was forming, but it wasn't a perfect one. It felt… unstable. Dangerous.

Zara took a step back, her eyes narrowing as the energies settled, but the tension lingered.

Anastasia remained silent, watching, knowing they had just witnessed something far beyond mortal comprehension. This wasn't divine power—this was older. And it was only just beginning.

"These... these women..." Zara's voice broke the heavy silence, her wide eyes fixed on the swirling energy surrounding Seraphina and Alexa.

The golden and silver auras clashed, twisted, then merged in ways no ordinary magic should—unstable yet breathtaking. "I didn't know the dragon and human princesses were this unique..."

Anastasia, standing still as a statue, arms folded as she watched the energy shift and pulse, finally spoke. Her voice was calm, yet there was a weight to it, a kind of quiet certainty. "They were. They always were. But they couldn't awaken their full potential... not until they met my little brother."

Seraphina's form shimmered, her hair shifting once more, strands darkening and turning a brilliant silver, almost metallic, as if woven from threads of starlight. The glow surrounding her pulsed like a heartbeat, stronger, deeper, making the air hum with raw power. Zara stared, caught between fascination and disbelief.

She knew Pyris—his strange, unpredictable abilities, the way he seemed to bring out strength in people that shouldn't have been possible.

But this... this was on another level entirely. If he had some way of unlocking bloodline potential like this, maybe... maybe she should ask him. If he could awaken them... what else could he do?

Could he help her? Who knew—maybe she had some ancient bloodline buried deep, too.

Lost in thought, Zara didn't notice Anastasia's lingering gaze as she watched Seraphina's transformation with a different kind of intensity, like she was searching for something just beyond sight. Then, softly, she asked, "Zara... have you ever heard the legend of the Star Dragon and the Earth Dragon?"