Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 754

Capítulo 754: Pussy, Ass, Mouth…everything. (R-18)

Morning light streamed softly through the cracks in the window, drawing golden streaks across the silent room.

Strax woke slowly, still somewhat disoriented between sleep and reality. The first thing he noticed was the warmth.

Kali was there, curled up against him, one arm draped over his chest, her leg crossed over his as if she had decided during the night that he wasn’t going anywhere. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her breath calm, perfectly synchronized with his.

Strax smiled.

There was something profoundly rare in that moment—not the desire, not the tension, not the silent struggle that always surrounded him… but peace.

He gently ran his hand through her blonde hair, trying not to wake her immediately.

“I think we’ve slept enough…” he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Kali stirred almost instantly.

A low groan escaped her lips, followed by a tighter grip on the embrace, as if the mere thought of getting up was a personal affront.

“No,” she replied, her voice still heavy with sleep. “We slept exactly enough.”

She slowly lifted her face, her eyes still half-closed, but with that lazy, dangerous glint that Strax knew so well.

“And I want more sex.”

Strax chuckled softly, running a hand over his face.

“Direct as always.”

“I spent a whole month sharing you with the wind, the ice, and that troublesome redhead,” she said, pressing her body lightly against his. “I think it’s only fair to make up for it.”

He raised an eyebrow, feigning consideration.

“I just woke up.”

“Great,” Kali replied, with a slow smile. “Then you haven’t had time to say no yet.”

She moved a little closer, resting her chin on his chest, her eyes now fully open.

“Besides…” she finished, in a softer tone, “you’ve spent too much time being king, hero, walking trouble. Now you’re just my husband.”

Strax stared at her for a few seconds, then sighed, surrendering, wrapping his arms around her.

“You know that’s emotional blackmail.”

“I know,” she said, satisfied. “It works very well.”

Kali didn’t give him time to answer.

She moved with the confidence of someone who already knew his every reaction, swinging her leg over him and settling into his lap, her weight warm and firm, her gaze fixed on his. There was no hurry—only intention. She rested her hands on Strax’s chest, feeling the still slow rhythm of his breathing gradually accelerate.

Strax let out a low laugh, tired and surrendered at the same time.

“You’re impossible today…”

“I’m determined,” she corrected, tilting her head slightly as she observed him from above, her eyes attentive to every slightest reaction. “You’ve spent too much time away.” “Now pay attention to me.”

He ran his hand along her waist, firm but still restrained.

“Is that you asking for affection… or declaring war?”

Kali smiled, a slow, dangerously satisfied smile.

“Both.”

She began to slide her fingers over the fabric of his clothes, without any hurry, as if savoring the moment more than the result. The gesture was pure provocation, more look than touch, more promise than action.

“You have to make up for it,” she murmured, bringing her face closer to his, her voice low, full of intention. “A whole month gone… do you really think this will pass without consequences?”

Strax looked up at her, and for a moment the weariness gave way to something deeper. An intense, almost wild gleam crossed his eyes—not anger, not fury, but that dense presence that always arose when he ceased to be king, hero, or walking trouble… and simply was himself.

Kali realized it immediately.

She shuddered, satisfied.

“There it is,” she whispered, with an obsessive smile. “That look. That’s the one I want.”

Kali was still smiling when it all happened.

There was no warning.

No sound.

Just a dry impact.

BONK—

Her world went black.

Her body lost all strength at once and collapsed forward, falling on Strax with an unexpected dead weight. The air left his lungs with a surprised sound as he instinctively held Kali, preventing her from rolling off the bed.

“…what the hell was that?” he murmured, confused, looking at her unconscious face.

He looked up.

Monica was there.

Standing beside the bed.

Fists clenched.

Her whole body tense, like a rope stretched too tight, about to snap.

Her aura was visible.

Not like active magic, but like pressure—heavy, electric, unstable. The air seemed to vibrate around her, as if the room itself had shrunk.

Strax felt it instantly.

This wasn’t just jealousy.

It was real anger.

“…was this necessary?” he asked carefully, still holding Kali so she wouldn’t fall to the floor.

Monica took a deep breath.

Once.

Twice.

When she spoke, her voice was too controlled for someone in that state.

“It was.”

She took a step forward.

“Did you really think you could come back, disappear for a whole month…” her voice trembled for a moment, then steadyed, “…and just choose to stay with only one of us as if nothing was wrong?”

Strax closed his eyes for a second.

“Monica—”

“No.” She interrupted him. “Now you listen.”

The energy around her intensified. It wasn’t an attack, not a direct threat—it was pure emotion overflowing into the mana.

“You’re quite the jerk, you know?” she continued, her eyes gleaming. “You disappear. You come back broken. You let yourself be taken care of. You let yourself be desired. And you think there are no consequences.”

She looked at the unconscious Kali for a moment… then looked back at him.

“You don’t realize when you’re hurting people.”

Strax swallowed hard.

He felt it.

That was the truly nervous Monica—not the strategist, not the cold leader, not the woman who held kingdoms with words and contracts.

It was his wife.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he said softly.

“I know.” She replied immediately.

That hurt more than any accusation.

Monica ran a hand over her face, turning to the side for a moment before looking at him again.

“But not doing it on purpose doesn’t erase what we feel.”

A heavy silence fell between them.

Strax carefully adjusted Kali, laying her more comfortably on the bed.

“She’ll be alright,” he said, more as a statement than a question.

“She will,” Monica confirmed. “I measured the strength.”

She took another deep breath.

The aura began, slowly, to dissipate.

“Darling, I love you very much,” Monica said calmly, returning to her usual sweet self, “But you lose all perspective when it comes to us. Seriously.” She said, “I, who am favored, am sexually frustrated, imagine the girls who are working hard to achieve what you want?”

Strax remained silent.

“Well, fuck them,” Monica said calmly, taking off her dress. “They want to sacrifice themselves, let them sacrifice themselves. I’m going to fill my uterus with cum and get back to work. I need sex.” She said.

Strax looked at her… “When did you get so naughty with those words?”

“Ask Scarlet, who arrived with her uterus full of cum and started provoking the others. Not just her uterus, she filled that bitch’s ass too.” Monica said and climbed onto the bed.

Strax watched Monica with a mixture of surprise and growing desire, the air in the room still heavy with her residual aura.

Kali lay inert beside her, breathing calmly, oblivious to what was to come. Monica, now only in black lace lingerie that hugged her curves like a second skin, climbed onto the bed with predatory grace, her eyes fixed on him as if the whole world had shrunk to that moment.

“Take responsibility,” she repeated, her voice hoarse, laden with a possessiveness that made his cock throb involuntarily beneath his pants. “You’re going to fill me up just the same. Pussy, ass, mouth…everything. Until I can’t take it anymore.”

Strax opened his mouth to reply, but Monica didn’t give him time. Her nimble hands went straight to his waist, her skillful fingers opening his belt with a metallic click that echoed in the silence.

She pulled his pants down urgently, freeing his cock—already semi-erect, thick and throbbing, the head swollen with blood, pointing upwards as if it knew exactly what was coming.

“Just look at this…” Monica murmured, licking her lips slowly, her eyes gleaming with hunger. “It’s ready for me. I knew you owed me this.”

She leaned forward, her full breasts pressing against his thighs through her thin lingerie, and cupped the base of his penis with a firm hand, squeezing just enough to make him let out a low groan. Her other hand moved up to massage his heavy balls, gently rolling them as she drew closer.

Without warning, Monica opened her mouth and swallowed the head in one go, her lips stretching around its thickness, her hot, wet tongue swirling expertly around the glans.

She sucked hard, drawing out every last drop of pent-up lust, the wet, obscene sound filling the room—slurp, slurp—as she went lower, swallowing half its length in one fluid motion.

Strax arched his back, his hands instinctively flying to her brown hair, gripping it tightly.

“Fuck, Monica…” he groaned, his voice deep, his hips involuntarily rising to fuck her mouth. “You… you’re sucking too hard.”

She laughed around his cock, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure down his spine, and continued, now bouncing the head with relentless rhythm.

Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, lubricating everything, dripping onto his balls as she alternated between deep sucks—swallowing until her throat contracted around him—and long licks along the underside of the shaft, tracing the pulsating veins with the tip of her tongue.

Monica looked up at him mid-blow, her possessive, demonic gaze intact, as if to say, “This is mine.” She sped up, one hand pumping the base that didn’t fit in her mouth, the other squeezing his balls harder, milking him to climax.

“Mmm…” she groaned, pulling his cock out of her mouth for a second, spitting on it to make it even wetter, strands of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the red head. “Fill my mouth first, baby. Give me that hot cum… then I’ll ride you and you can fuck my womb until I scream.”

Strax gritted his teeth, pleasure rising like a wave, feeling the first spasms in his balls. Monica dove in again, sucking voraciously, her relaxed throat swallowing everything, her muffled moans vibrating around him like an irresistible invitation to climax.

The room smelled of sex and tension, Kali still passed out beside them, and Monica didn’t stop—determined to suck every last drop of “responsibility” from him.