Chapter 265: Happy end

First-person POV - Liam

Liam stayed in bed for days. The wound on his back could be regenerated quickly using Lila’s powers. However, to trap so many high-level angels in an illusion, he had used an enormous amount of energy. Because of that, his body was very weak.

The harem spent days in mourning, and none of the girls could do anything but spend the days taking care of that weakened body, waiting for the day he would finally wake up.

Maria, who had been saved, was in a similar situation. Her body, sealed for many years, was weakened. Therefore, Lucia took care of her carefully every day.

It was only after a week that Maria finally woke up. But she had lost most of her memories.

Her body, which had not had the chance to develop, looked like that of a child, and her mind wandered between a strange maturity that did not match her age and the natural childishness of a kid.

Still, the love between the sisters could not be broken by anything. And Lucia promised that she would take care of the girl until she was ready to know the world.

And at least she would have a friend of her age who could help her; after all, Luca took upon herself the responsibility of helping Maria to socialize.

Then, it was only after almost a month in a coma that I finally woke up to the relief of everyone in the harem.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a sea of familiar faces, all lit up with tears of joy and radiant smiles.

The girls exploded in a chorus of exclamations, hugs, and kisses, as if I had returned from an epic journey beyond death.

Lila was the first to throw herself on me, her curvy body pressing against mine while she sobbed with happiness, murmuring repeatedly how much she had missed me.

They told me about the endless days of vigil, the sleepless nights, the silent prayers, and the moments when they supported each other not to collapse.

Seeing them so extremely happy with my recovery, laughing, crying, touching my face as if to confirm that I was real, filled my heart with deep gratitude. I could feel truly happy for having the best girls at my side.

After some days of gradual recovery, where I strengthened little by little with their help, we decided that it was time to celebrate for real.

They organized a huge party to commemorate my return, transforming the harem mansion into a paradise of lights, music, and luxurious decorations.

There were tables full of delicacies, fine wines, and an atmosphere of contagious joy that dispelled any remnant of shadow from the difficult days.

To begin the party, they blindfolded me with a soft silk band, guiding me to the center of the main hall.

Helena explained the game: in each of the many rooms of the harem mansion, one of my girls was waiting for me, prepared for an intimate and special moment.

Finally, she asked me to close my eyes and moved away silently, going to position herself in one of the rooms, leaving me in the delicious suspense of what would come next.

I took off the blindfold, with a smile playing on my lips, and decided to follow the pull of my instincts, moving toward the corridor on my left.

The first door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and was immediately enveloped in the warm, comforting scent of vanilla and fresh linen.

The room was lit by dozens of soft, flickering candles. In the center, Lila knelt on a plush rug, her long white hair cascading over her shoulders.

She wore a simple yet devastatingly effective white silk chemise that hugged her curvaceous body. Around her were an array of oils, soft brushes, and towels.

"My master," she whispered, her voice full of devotion. "Please, let me take care of you."

She guided me to lie face down on a low, padded table. Her hands, warm and slick with scented oil, began to work the tension from my muscles.

She gently worshiped that man; she paid special attention to every inch of me, her full breasts brushing against my skin as she moved, her breath warm on my neck.

When she gently urged me to turn over, her eyes were dark with desire. She straddled me, lowering her face to my huge cock, gently kissing the tip.

She took the length of me into her mouth with a soft moan, her tongue tracing a slow, worshipful path from base to tip.

Her hands joined the ministrations of her mouth, one cupping and gently massaging my balls while the other stroked the shaft in rhythm with her licks and kisses.

Lila’s eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with need, remained locked on mine. Every flick of her tongue, every soft press of her lips, was an act of worship.

When she was certain I was slick and hard as steel, she rose above me. Positioning herself, she guided me to her entrance, which was already wet and eager for me.

She sank down quickly, taking me inside her completely in one seamless, breathtaking motion.

A shuddering gasp escaped her as she began to move. Her hips rolled in a graceful yet aggressive rhythm, her pussy hugging my cock tightly.

Her breaths became ragged pants, her moans growing louder and more desperate. She leaned forward, her full breasts swaying against my chest, her lips finding mine in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss.

The pace quickened, her movements becoming less controlled, more urgent. The coiled tension inside her was building to a breaking point.

"Master... Liam... I... I can’t..." she cried out, her body beginning to tremble violently.

"Cum for me," I said, forcing my hips upward, making the girl scream in a crazy moan.

Her climax crashed over her with a force that was indeed aggressive in its intensity. Her inner muscles clenched around me in a rapid, milking series of spasms that were almost painful in their strength.

A sharp, guttural scream was torn from her throat as her back arched dramatically, her body convulsing atop mine.

She rode the waves of her orgasm for what felt like an eternity, her entire being focused on the shattering release, before finally collapsing onto my chest, breathing in ragged, sobbing gasps of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

"I love you so much," she said, her body growing tired, until her eyes closed.

She fell asleep.