Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 753

Capítulo 753: Is the payoff over? (R-18)

Strax was exhausted.

It wasn’t a simple tiredness, the kind that can be resolved with a night’s sleep. It was the accumulated weight of weeks carrying too many responsibilities at once—Mercedes’ kingdom, decisions that never seemed to end, the constant vigilance against dangers that insisted on appearing where they shouldn’t… and, of course, the far north.

Thirty nights.

Almost without exception.

Scarlet wouldn’t accept rest, and Strax, stubborn as always, hadn’t known how to say no either.

Added to that was the hurried return, the unfinished conversations, Vex’s awakening, the silent tension that now hung between people he loved. Going home should mean relief—but even that seemed to demand too much energy.

“Ah…” The sound escaped him before he even realized he was waking up.

His vision slowly adjusted to the soft light of the room, focusing on the familiar ceiling. For a moment, he stood there, motionless, just breathing, feeling his own body too heavy to move.

Then he realized. The warmth.

The gentle pressure on his lap.

Strax blinked, confused, and lowered his gaze.

Kali was sitting on top of him.

Her tanned skin contrasted with the light fabric of her clothes, her blonde hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She watched him from above, her expression too calm for someone who had clearly taken advantage of the fact that he was asleep.

Her weight wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was… familiar.

Reassuring.

Strax let out a slow sigh, closing his eyes for a brief second before opening them again.

“…good morning,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with sleep and tiredness.

If he was too tired to react, Kali had certainly noticed.

Kali moved slowly, as if aware of his every breath.

She slid forward, lying down on Strax’s body, carefully supporting her weight so as not to disturb him. Her warmth enveloped him immediately, familiar, comforting. One arm rested beside his head, the other on his chest, feeling the still slow rhythm of his heart.

“Good morning…” she murmured, her voice low, almost a whisper.

Strax blinked a few times, still half-lost between sleep and wakefulness, before focusing on her face so close to his. The scent of Kali’s hair, mixed with the warmth of her skin, brought him back to reality.

She tilted her face and began to kiss his neck softly, slow, lazy kisses, more affectionate than provocative. It was the kind of gesture that said “you are home” more than any words.

Strax let out a long sigh.

“You have no idea how dangerous this is for someone who just woke up,” he murmured, with a tired half-smile.

Kali laughed softly, resting her forehead against his for a moment.

“I do.” She gave him another light kiss below his ear. “But I also know when someone needs to be reminded that they can rest.”

He slowly raised his hand, still heavy with sleep, and rested it on her back, pulling her a little closer.

“Then stay like this just a little longer,” he asked. “No wars, no dragons, no kingdoms.”

Kali smiled, closing her eyes.

“Just the two of us,” she replied, before giving him another quiet kiss on his neck, like a true good morning.

Kali didn’t respond immediately.

She just smiled in that slow, overly conscious way, as if she knew exactly the effect she was having.

Her lips returned to Strax’s neck, but now with more intention. Longer kisses, marked by the warmth of their skin, rising and falling in a provocative cadence. She brushed her mouth against his ear, breathing there on purpose, before giving a light bite—nothing that hurt, just enough to elicit a reaction.

Strax took a deep breath, his body finally truly waking up.

“…you’re quite naughty today,” he murmured, his voice still hoarse, but now laden with something more awakened.

Kali let out a low, satisfied laugh and rested her chin on his shoulder, her hair falling like a golden curtain.

“Naughty?” she repeated, feigning innocence. “I’d say neglected.”

She kissed his neck again, higher up, then gently bit his ear, tugging it just slightly before whispering:

“Thirty days, Strax. Thirty. Days.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if being judged by an invisible court.

“I was dealing with important things…”

“Ah, I know,” Kali interrupted, pulling back just enough to look at him. Her eyes were gleaming, but also had something deeper there. “Kingdoms, problems, dragons, the end of the world… and that redhead hussy.”

Strax opened his eyes instantly.

“Kali—”

“No.” She placed a finger on his lips, preventing him from answering. “I’m not angry.” A pause. “Not at all.”

She sighed, resting her forehead against his.

“But I’m your wife too. And I stayed here. Waiting. Taking care of everything. Missing you.”

The provocative tone gave way to something more honest, more vulnerable.

Strax raised his hand and pulled her a little closer, the gesture slow, careful.

“I know,” he said softly. “And I’m sorry about that.”

Kali watched his face for a few seconds, as if assessing whether that answer was enough.

Then she smiled again.

“Good.” She settled herself on top of him, comfortable. “So now you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“Now?” he asked, with a tired half-smile.

“Now,” she replied.

Strax raised an eyebrow, the weariness still present in his eyes, but now mixed with a slow fire that Kali knew how to ignite like no one else. He slid his hands down her back, feeling the soft curve beneath the thin fabric of her clothes, and gently pressed her hips against his.

“Now, is it?” he murmured, his husky voice taking on a deeper, more provocative tone. “You’re demanding when you want to be.”

Kali chuckled softly, leaning forward until her breasts brushed against his chest, her warmth spreading like a promise. “Demanding? I’m patient. Thirty days of patience deserve an epic reward.”

She captured his lips in a slow, deep kiss, the kind that starts softly but quickly becomes hungry. Her tongue explored Strax’s mouth with a restrained urgency, while her hands moved up his bare chest, tracing the taut muscles from weeks of battles and sleepless nights. He responded in kind, one hand rising to entwine in her blonde hair, pulling gently to tilt her head and deepen the kiss.

Her body moved against his in a lazy but purposeful rhythm—hips brushing against his, feeling the growing erection beneath the thin fabric of his trousers. Strax groaned softly against her mouth, his hands now sliding down to squeeze her buttocks, guiding the movement.

“You’re killing me like this…” he whispered, breaking the kiss only to bite her lower lip, pulling lightly.

“Good,” Kali replied, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She sat up slowly, her hands going to the hem of her own blouse. With a fluid movement, she pulled it over her head, revealing her full breasts, her nipples already hardened by the fresh air and excitement. The tan of her skin gleamed in the soft morning light, and Strax couldn’t resist—he immediately raised his hands, cupping them, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive peaks.

Kali arched her back with a soft moan, throwing her head back as she rode slowly on top of him, feeling his erection throb against her still-covered intimacy. “Take that off,” she ordered, pointing to his pants with a predatory smile.

Strax obeyed without hesitation, his nimble hands undoing the belt and pushing the fabric down. His member sprang free, hard and throbbing, the tip already wet with pre-ejaculate. Kali licked her lips at the sight, lowering her hand to encircle it, masturbating him with slow, firm movements, her thumb circling the glans deliberately.

“Damn, Kali…” He growled, his hips rising involuntarily.

She laughed, but the sound turned into a sigh as she pulled off her own pants, throwing them aside. Now naked on top of him, her shaved and already wet pussy rubbing against his length, leaving a damp trail. Without further delay, she positioned herself, guiding the head of his cock to her warm, slippery entrance.

Slowly, inch by inch, she lowered herself onto him, swallowing him whole with a long, satisfied moan. Strax gripped her hips tightly, his nails digging lightly into her tanned skin as she began to ride him—first slowly, then moving up and down in a torturous rhythm, feeling every vein throb inside her.

“You’re so tight… so perfect,” he murmured, one hand moving up to squeeze a breast, pinching the nipple while the other slid down to her clitoris, circling it with his thumb in precise movements.

Kali sped up, her hips slamming against his harder now, the wet sound of penetration echoing in the room. Her blonde hair swayed, falling over her breasts which bounced with each thrust. “Harder… fuck me like you’ve missed me,” she gasped, leaning forward to kiss him again, her teeth brushing his lip.

Strax needed no further encouragement. He flipped her over suddenly, reversing their positions without pulling out—now on top, her legs spread around his waist. He thrust deep, once, twice, three times, each thrust deeper and more possessive, hitting the exact spot that made her cry out softly. “I felt… every day without you,” he grunted, one hand on her neck—not squeezing, just holding, feeling the rapid pulse—the other on her hip, guiding her up against him.

The rhythm became frantic, sweat glistening on their pressed bodies, moans mingling. Kali dug her nails into his back, scratching lightly as orgasm approached—his cock swelling inside her, brushing against every sensitive wall. “Strax… I’m going to… ah, fuck!”

He sped up, feeling her contract around him, her climax exploding in waves that swept him away. With a guttural roar, Strax came deep inside her, hot jets filling her as she collapsed onto his trembling body, both panting, intertwined.

They stayed like that for long minutes, breathing heavily, the heat of their bodies mingling with the scent of sex in the air. Kali ran her fingers through his hair, smiling lazily.

“Is the payoff over?” she asked, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

Strax chuckled softly, kissing her shoulder. “Of course not.”