Demonic Dragon: Harem System

The journey to Strax's new home was relatively short, but for Monica, every minute seemed to stretch endlessly. She tried to focus on the horizon or anything else: the sounds of the city around her, people, animals, carriages, buildings—literally anything to distract herself from Strax's strong presence so close by.

However, with each movement of the horse, she felt his grip on her waist, a constant reminder that she was being protected.

When they reached their destination, Strax stopped Apocalypse and gently helped her dismount. Monica, still blushing, tried to compose herself while he dismounted behind her.

"Calm down!" she shouted to herself, but she was truly falling into the abyss of Strax's eyes when she looked at him. "CALM DOWN!" she screamed inwardly, closing her eyes to avoid staring at him directly, while Strax...

Well, he was enjoying the moment. Despite having a System that encouraged him to pursue women, he had decided to readily choose those who made him happiest, and perhaps, Monica, who was truly a mystery—a disguised cultivator—had slightly enchanted him.

After setting her down, "Thanks for the ride," she said, trying to sound casual, but her voice still trembled slightly, and she avoided eye contact. Due to the clear height difference, Strax placed his hand on her head and gently patted it. "I won't come in now; I have matters to attend to with an assassins' guild, and I need to bring Samira along.

Beatrice already expected not to be my only wife, so she'll probably accept it well—at least I hope so," Strax said. He was really too tired now to face Beatrice and her antics. "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon after training, alright?" he said, and Monica agreed. He then moved closer, startling Monica, who took a few steps back, but Strax's hand held her.

Slowly, he approached her face and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you for taking care of her for me. You both are important, take care of each other," Strax said, stepping back and smiling. "A-Alright!" she said quickly, bowed, and ran into the mansion.

"So cute, but this served a purpose after all... this woman is not a danger; in fact, she's a good ally," Strax said. He already had some suspicions about who Monica could be, but was that necessary now? As long as Beatrice was protected, everything was fine with him.

With a final glance at the new house, he mounted Apocalypse again and headed towards the inn. He was in a pensive mood...

"My Stats are all close to or above 20, but that's not enough... Even training my body hasn't increased any Stats, so the Status Sheet is only related to what the System gave me and not my entire body... This is complicated," he thought. Many things had been bothering him about the System, which constantly seemed to either prevent him from advancing or not provide the tools for it.

"I don't want anything easily, but this is getting frustrating. It seems broken again, but I can't ignore that this is still a Harem System, not a System to become the strongest. But offering tools to become stronger this way...

Maybe I need to have a lot of sex?" His thoughts were almost delirious, but it wasn't his fault, without any instructions from the System and having to figure everything out on his own. "So complicated." He sighed, realizing he was already approaching the inn where Samira was staying.

Apocalypse stopped gently in front of the inn, and Strax quickly dismounted. He patted the mare's neck, silently thanking her for being a reliable companion.

"Wait here, girl. It won't take long," he said, giving the mare a carrot, which she quickly started to eat.

Inside the inn, the environment was common, much less busy than usual. Strax walked to the counter, where the owner greeted him with a nod. "Looking for Miss Samira?" he asked. "Yes," Strax replied, forcing a smile. "Is she in her room?" "Yes, she is. Go on up."

Strax thanked him and climbed the stairs. Upon reaching the room door, he knocked lightly. "Samira, it's me."

The door opened slowly, revealing Samira with a welcoming smile. "Wow! You finally came back! I've been waiting for you."

He entered, closing the door behind him. Samira quickly noticed how tired the man seemed, something she never thought she'd see, especially from a man who... well, a man as tireless as he was.

"You look exhausted," she said softly, approaching him. "It's been a long day," he admitted, allowing himself to relax a bit in her presence. "But I need to talk to you about something important. At least it's good news."

Strax briefly recounted his training with Xenovia, the intense sessions, and his conversation with Diana. "And now, we have a new house. But Beatrice is there, waiting for me. She's already finished all the preparations and is eager to see me, at least that's what Monica told me."

Samira nodded, understanding the situation. "Then let's go there. You need to rest." "I know," he replied, holding her hand. "But before we go, I want to spend some time with you. Just the two of us."

"Oh, you... pervert," she murmured, a playful smile on her lips as a slight blush spread across her cheeks. Samira felt a wave of warmth course through her body at his words; after all, she wanted it too.

She looked at him, "I didn't think you'd ask for something like this; you're not the type to ask, are you?" she questioned, her voice softening as she squeezed his hand in return.

He pulled her closer, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "I know," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky, filled with intention. "And that's why I want to savor every moment with you."

Samira sighed, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. The tension of the past few days seemed to slowly dissipate. "So, what do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and anticipation. "You being mine," he said, his eyes filled with obsession, almost devouring her whole body. She felt her heart race, and a shiver ran down her spine.

"So, what are we waiting for?" she replied, her voice barely concealing her excitement.

He pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, his hands exploring her body with a certain lewdness.

"I love this body," he murmured against her lips, his hands starting to slide under her clothes, feeling her warm, soft skin.

"Mmm..." Samira moaned softly, her nimble fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers. "I need you," she whispered, her voice heavy with desire as her hands traveled down his abdomen, feeling each tense muscle beneath her fingers. "Now."

He gently laid her down on the bed, kissing her deeply as his hands explored every inch of her body.

Samira arched her back, feeling the heat of excitement grow inside her as he moved lower, his lips and tongue tracing a path of fire along her skin.

When he finally reached her pussy, she was wet and ready, every fiber of her being craving his touch. "S-Strax, please," she moaned, her hips moving involuntarily towards him.

He smiled against her skin and began to lick her with intensity, his hands firmly holding her thighs as his tongue worked magic on her clit.

"AAAAH," Samira let out a loud moan, her fingers tangling in his hair as her body trembled with pleasure. "Yes, like that... don't stop," she pleaded, feeling the pleasure build inside her like an uncontrollable tide. "I'm almost there..."

With one last skillful move, he brought her to a peak climax, her body arching as waves of pleasure coursed through her like lightning. "Oh, Strax!" she cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as her body surrendered to ecstasy.

Samira looked at him with half-closed eyes, a smile of pure satisfaction on her lips. "Come, fuck me," she said, her legs opening for him. "Fill me up until I can't take any more."

He needed no further encouragement. Aligning his hard cock with her entrance, he began to penetrate her slowly, savoring the feeling of every inch of his shaft being engulfed by her warm, tight pussy. They both moaned in pleasure as he finally buried himself completely inside her.

"You're so tight," he murmured, starting to move inside her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through their bodies. "You drive me crazy."

"Faster, darling," she urged, her hips meeting his rhythm, seeking more, wanting more. "Don't stop."

He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming stronger and deeper, each movement bringing them closer to the edge. "Samira... I'm almost there," he warned, feeling the pressure build inside him.

"Me too," she moaned, her nails digging into his back.

With one last desperate thrust, they both surrendered to the pleasure, their bodies shaking as their orgasms washed over them. "Ah!" Samira cried out, her body trembling as she felt his hot cum fill her pussy.

"Damn, that was good," he murmured, his voice breathless as he released inside her, feeling a connection from his member to the woman in his arms who was thoroughly satisfied, but... "Ready for the next round?" she asked with a smile after recovering from her orgasm.