Alex looked at Amara as she pushed herself up from the desk, her body still trembling from everything they’d just done. Her skin was flushed, covered in sweat, and there were marks all over her from his hands and mouth.
She was completely wrecked. And absolutely beautiful.
But as he watched her, his mind was working. The quest notification was still there in the corner of his vision. Harem mber. She needed to verbally accept. Affection was at 80 percent, which ant she was close but not quite there yet.
’How do I get her to fully submit? To agree to this? She’s the First Lady. She’s powerful. Independent. Getting her to commit to being mine isn’t going to be simple.’
Amara turned to look at him, leaning back against the desk for support. Her breathing was still heavy, her chest rising and falling.
"You’re thinking about sothing," she said. "I can see it on your face."
"Just admiring the view."
"Liar." She smiled slightly. "You have that look. Like you’re solving a problem."
Alex walked toward her slowly. "Maybe I am."
He reached her and his hands went to her waist, pulling her away from the desk. Then he lifted her easily, his enhanced strength making her weight feel like nothing, and sat her on the edge of the desk facing him.
Her legs parted automatically and he stepped between them.
"What problem could you possibly have right now?" Amara asked, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. "You just fucked the First Lady senseless in her husband’s private office. Most n would consider that a win."
"Most n aren’t ."
"Clearly."
Alex’s hands moved up her sides, feeling her curves, the softness of her skin. His cock was already hardening again, ready for another round despite everything they’d just done.
Amara noticed and her eyebrows rose. "Seriously? You want more?"
"I told you I’m just getting started."
She laughed, but there was disbelief in it. "You’re insane. My body can’t take much more."
"Yes it can." His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, thumbs brushing over her nipples. "And it will."
"Mmh~~" The sound escaped her lips involuntarily.
Alex leaned in and kissed her. Not rough this ti. Slow. Deep. Tasting her properly.
When he pulled back, her eyes were glazed again. "You’re dangerous, Alex rcer."
"I know."
His cock pressed against her entrance and he pushed in slowly. She was so wet and stretched from all the previous fucking that he slid in easily, but she still gasped at the sensation.
"Ahh~~ still feels so good..."
Alex started a slow rhythm. Not the brutal pace from before. This was different. Deliberate. Taking his ti.
His hands stayed on her breasts, massaging them, playing with her nipples while he fucked her with long, steady strokes.
"Master..." Amara’s voice was soft now, almost vulnerable.
"Yes?"
"Nothing. Just... this feels different."
It did feel different. Less about domination now. More intimate sohow.
Alex kept that slow pace, his eyes locked on hers. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his face, cupping his jaw, holding him there.
They stayed like that for several minutes. Just moving together in that steady rhythm. No words. Just breath and sensation and connection.
’I need her to submit completely. To choose this. But how?’
Then an idea ca to him.
"Amara," he said quietly, his hips never stopping their movent. "Do you love your husband?"
Her expression changed imdiately. Sothing bitter crossed her face. "No. Not anymore. Maybe I never did. I thought I did, but..." She paused. "Why are you asking this now?"
"Because I want to know sothing." Alex’s pace slowed even more. Almost gentle now. "Tell you love ."
She blinked. "What?"
"Say it. Tell you love ."
Amara’s hands dropped from his face. She looked at him with confusion and sothing that might have been hurt. "That’s not fair. We barely know each other."
"I know. That’s why I’m asking."
"I don’t understand."
"The duel," Alex reminded her. "You said whoever won gets to give commands. I won. So I’m commanding you. Tell you love ."
Understanding dawned in her eyes, followed by frustration. "So you want to lie? To say words I don’t an just because you’re ordering to?"
"No." Alex stopped moving completely, his cock still buried inside her but motionless. "I want you to tell the truth. Not because I’m commanding you. Not because of the ga. Real truth. Do you love , Amara?"
She stared at him for a long mont. Her chest was heaving, her body still trembling from sensation.
"I..." She paused. "I don’t know if it’s love. It’s too soon for that. But I feel sothing. Sothing I haven’t felt in years. When I’m with you, I feel alive. Wanted. Like I matter as a person and not just as a political asset." Her voice got quieter. "So maybe it’s not love yet. But it could be. Given ti."
The affection notification in Alex’s vision ticked up. 85 percent.
’That’s honest. That’s real. But I need more.’
Alex started moving again, his pace still slow and deliberate. His hands moved from her breasts to fra her face, holding her gently.
"What do you want, Amara? Not as First Lady. Not as the President’s wife. Just you. What do you actually want?"
Her eyes searched his face. "I want to feel like this all the ti. I want soone who sees . Who wants . Who makes feel the way you make feel."
"Then take it."
"It’s not that simple. I’m married. I have responsibilities."
"Fuck your responsibilities." Alex’s pace increased slightly. "What do you want?"
"I want..." She closed her eyes. "I want you. I want this. I want to feel alive instead of just existing."
90 percent.
Alex leaned in and kissed her again. Deeper this ti. More demanding. When he pulled back, her breathing had changed again.
"Then be mine," he said. "Completely."
"What does that an?"
"It ans you’re mine. Your body. Your ti. When I want you, you co to . No matter what else is happening. No matter what responsibilities you have. You’re mine first."
Amara looked at him. Really looked. There was conflict in her eyes, but underneath it was sothing else. Want. Need. The desire to say yes.
"I can’t just abandon everything..."
"I’m not asking you to. Keep being First Lady. Keep doing your work. But when I call, you answer. When I want you, you co. That’s the deal."
She bit her lip. "That’s a lot to ask."
"I know. But it’s what I want. And I think it’s what you want too."
His pace increased again. Harder now. Making her feel every inch of him.
"Ahh~~ this isn’t fair... you’re fucking while asking this... hah~~"
"Life isn’t fair."
His thumb found her clit and started rubbing circles. The combination of sensations made her moan loudly.
"Oh god... if you keep doing that I’ll agree to anything... mmh~~"
"Then agree."
But Alex wanted to try sothing else first. Sothing that would push her over the edge.
He pulled out suddenly and stepped back.
Amara made a sound of frustration. "Why did you stop?"
"Get on your knees."
She slid off the desk, her legs shaky, and knelt in front of him. Alex’s cock was right in front of her face, still hard, still glistening with her wetness.
"Suck it," he commanded.
She didn’t hesitate. Her mouth opened and she took him inside, her lips sealing around his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting herself on him.
"Mmh~~"
Alex’s hand went to the back of her head, holding her there while she worked. She sucked him eagerly, taking him deep, her hands coming up to grip his thighs for balance.
After a minute, he pulled her off. "Stand up. Turn around. Hands on the desk."
She obeyed quickly, positioning herself bent over the desk again. Alex moved behind her and thrust back in.
"Ahh~~!"
This ti his pace was brutal from the start. Hard and fast and unrelenting. The desk shook beneath them, more papers falling to the floor.
"Yes! Fuck ! Just like that! Hah~~"
Alex’s hand ca down on her ass hard.
**SMACK.**
"Oh fuck!"
**SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.**
Each slap made her moan louder. Her pussy was clenching around him rhythmically now, getting tighter.
"You’re going to cum again," Alex said. "I can feel it."
"Yes! I’m so close! Don’t stop! Ahh~~"
His fingers found her clit again, rubbing it frantically while he fucked her. The combination was too much.
"I’m cumming! Oh god I’m cumming! Master! Hah~~!"
Her pussy spasd around his cock as she ca hard. Alex didn’t slow down, fucking her through the orgasm until she was sobbing with pleasure.
When she finally ca down, Alex pulled out and turned her around. He lifted her again and sat her on the desk facing him.
"I need to ask you sothing," he said, his voice serious despite what they’d just been doing.
Amara looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "What?"
"Will you be my first harem mber?"
She blinked. "Your what?"
"Harem mber. Will you be mine? Officially?"
"I don’t know what that ans. Be more direct."
Alex took a breath. "It ans you’re with . Your body is available to whenever I want it. You belong to . Exclusively. But I take care of you. Protect you. Give you what you need. That’s the arrangent."
Amara stared at him for a long mont. Her expression was unreadable.
Then she smiled.
"Yes."
Alex blinked. ’Just like that? That easy?’
"Yes?" he repeated.
"Yes." She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. "I’m yours, Master."
The affection notification jumped to 100 percent.
[Quest Complete: Claim Your First Harem mber]
[Amara Okafor has accepted harem position]
[Reward: Harem System Unlocked 200 Stat Points Advanced Skill Selection]
[Congratulations! You now have access to Harem Managent features]
Alex’s mind was reeling. ’That actually worked. She just agreed. The First Lady of Neo-Brasília just agreed to be my harem mber. What the fuck is my life right now?’
Amara pulled back slightly to look at his face. "You look surprised."
"I am a little."
"Did you think I’d say no?"
"I thought it would be harder to convince you."
She laughed softly. "After everything you just did to ? After making feel things I haven’t felt in years? You really thought I’d say no?"
Before Alex could respond, there was a heavy knock on the vault door.
BANG BANG BANG.
A muffled voice ca from outside. "Ma’am! Are you in there? We heard sounds! Is everything alright?"
"Fuck," Alex muttered.
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