Demonic Dragon: Harem System

Strax removed the Gauntlet of Darkness and placed it on the table near the door with almost ritualistic care. The sound of metal against wood echoed through the room, but for a moment, none of the three moved.

Lithara stepped forward first, as she always did, but instead of jumping straight onto him, she stopped only a few inches from his chest, raised her face, and stared at him with those eyes that glowed like embers.

"You smell like sulfur, blood, and... victory," she murmured, tilting her head. "It’s a good smell."

Strax did not answer with words.

Instead, he raised his right hand—the one still free of the gauntlet—and slid his fingers along the side of Lithara’s neck, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips.

She shivered slightly but did not look away.

"Other side," he said, without taking his eyes off her.

Albedo stepped forward hesitantly, but obeyed.

She stood beside Lithara, close enough that their shoulders almost touched—but did not.

Strax noticed the contrast between the two: one red-haired, one black-haired; one tan, one pale; one with fire in her eyes, the other with ice held tightly inside.

And yet both stared at him as though he were the only thing in the world that mattered at that moment.

He brought his left hand to Albedo’s face and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

She closed her eyes for an instant, and her lower lip trembled almost imperceptibly.

"You’re trembling," Strax observed.

"I’m... waiting," she replied, opening her eyes. "Waiting for you to do something."

Lithara laughed softly, but did not move closer.

She understood the game.

Strax was in control, and both of them were willing to let him lead.

He slid his hand behind Albedo and hooked his fingers under the thin strap of her white lingerie, gently pulling it down over her shoulder.

The fabric gave way with a whisper, revealing the curve of her left breast.

Albedo held her breath but made no move to cover herself.

"Other side," Strax repeated, now looking at Lithara.

Lithara raised an eyebrow but obeyed without complaint.

She slid the black strap down herself with a slow, deliberate movement, exposing her right breast.

Her nipples were already hard, and the smile on her lips was pure provocation.

Strax looked at both of them for a long moment.

"Beautiful," he murmured, more to himself than to them.

Lithara opened her mouth to answer, but Strax did not give her the chance.

He stepped forward, placed both hands on her waist, and pulled her close.

Her hot body pressed against his, and she lifted her face, expecting a kiss.

But Strax turned away, tilting his head to the side and brushing his lips against her earlobe.

"You smell like smoke," he whispered. "And desire."

Lithara arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest.

Her hands climbed up Strax’s back, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

"Then take me," she whispered.

Strax did not kiss her.

Instead, he stepped aside, released Lithara, and turned toward Albedo.

She stood perfectly still, eyes wide, heart beating so hard Strax could practically feel her pulse just from standing near her.

He raised a hand and touched her chin, tilting her face upward.

"You’re not going to tease me like she does?" he asked with a crooked smile.

Albedo opened her mouth, but no words came.

She simply shook her head, the movement small and almost childish.

"Then I’ll be the one teasing you," Strax said.

He slid his hand down the front of her body, tracing the line of the white lingerie from her cleavage to her stomach.

Albedo shivered, and a quiet sound escaped her lips—something between a sigh and a restrained moan.

Lithara watched from close by, arms crossed beneath her breasts, eyes fixed on Strax’s hands moving over Albedo’s body.

There was no jealousy in her gaze.

Only anticipation.

Strax pulled down Albedo’s other strap, and the fabric fell, fully revealing her breasts.

They were firm and pale, with pink nipples that hardened under his gaze.

Albedo did not cover herself.

She simply stood there exposed, breathing in small, uneven gasps.

"Perfect," Strax murmured.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against her shoulder, slowly moving along her collarbone.

Albedo arched her back, tilting her head behind her, and a low moan finally escaped her lips.

Lithara moved closer, but did not touch Albedo.

She positioned herself beside Strax, pressing her body against his arm, rubbing her breasts against the tense muscle.

Her hand slid down the front of his pants, finding the obvious bulge beneath the fabric.

"You’ve been ready for a while," she whispered with a smile.

Strax raised his head, pulling away from Albedo for a moment, and looked at Lithara.

"And you’re impatient."

"I always am."

He laughed softly, but did not kiss her.

Instead, he returned his attention to Albedo, who watched the interaction between them with eyes shining with desire and nervousness.

"Come here," he said, pulling her closer.

Albedo obeyed, pressing herself against the other side of his body.

Now Strax stood between them, one woman pressed against each side.

Lithara nuzzled her face against his neck, nibbling at his skin, while Albedo buried her face against his opposite shoulder, fingers clutching at his shirt.

Strax raised both hands, one to the back of each woman’s neck, and pulled them closer—but not toward each other.

Only toward him.

"I’m going to devour both of you," he murmured, "one at a time."

Lithara laughed against his skin.

"Then start with me."

Strax turned toward her and finally kissed her.

It was deep and possessive, making her moan against his lips.

Lithara’s hand tightened against the front of his pants, and she pressed her entire body into his as if she wanted to melt into him.

Albedo watched, heart racing, her body hot and aching with desire.

She did not know whether she should wait or move closer.

Then Strax released Lithara just enough to turn his face toward Albedo.

"You too," he said, pulling her in by the chin.

And kissed her with the same intensity.

Albedo melted against him, hands moving up his chest, feeling every muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Beside them, Lithara slid her hand down his stomach, undoing the button of his pants with a skill that suggested practice.

Strax released Albedo and looked down at Lithara, who was already kneeling in front of him and pulling down the zipper.

"You don’t wait for orders?" he asked with a smile.

"Not when I’m hungry," she replied, pulling his pants down.

Strax let out a breath when the cool air hit his skin, but Lithara gave him no time to adjust.

She took him into her mouth with a hunger that made him clench his fists.

Albedo froze for a moment, watching Lithara work.

Then Strax extended a hand toward her and pulled her close.

"Come here," he said, his voice rough. "Face me."

Albedo stepped closer, and Strax pulled her into a deep kiss while Lithara remained kneeling in front of him, moving her head in a rhythm that made his breathing unsteady.

Albedo could feel Strax’s body tense against hers, every muscle tightened, and that only made her more aroused.

She slid her hands over his shirt, trying to undo the buttons, but Strax stopped her, gripping her wrists.

"No," he murmured against her lips. "First, I want to see you."

He gently moved her back and took a step away.

Lithara released him with one final wet kiss and stood with a satisfied smile.

Strax looked at Albedo, her lingerie already fallen down, her breasts exposed, her body trembling with desire.

"Take off the rest," he ordered, his voice low and firm.

Albedo obeyed without hesitation.

She slid the white panties down her legs, letting them fall to the floor, and stood completely naked in front of him.

Her body was slender and pale, with soft curves that contrasted with Strax’s hard musculature.

Lithara watched with her arms crossed, an approving smile on her lips.

"She’s beautiful, isn’t she?" she murmured, stepping close to Strax and pressing her body against his back.

"Yes," he replied without taking his eyes off Albedo. "But now..."

He turned toward Lithara, sliding his hand down the front of her black lingerie and finding the fabric already wet.

"It’s your turn."

Lithara arched her back, pushing her hips into his hand.

"Then take it off," she whispered.

Strax obeyed, sliding the black lingerie down her body and revealing her tan breasts, narrow waist, and the triangle of red hair between her legs.

Lithara stood naked in front of him with the same confidence she brought to everything she did, her eyes glowing with desire.

Now both women were naked, one on each side of him, while Strax remained between them, still dressed, still in control.

"You two," he murmured, looking from one to the other. "You’re going to kill me."

Lithara smiled.

"That’s the idea."

She moved closer, pressing her breasts against his chest, and Strax kissed her again while his free hand found Albedo’s hip and pulled her closer.

Albedo pressed herself against his side, burying her face against his neck and nibbling at his skin while Lithara claimed his mouth.

Strax was surrounded by heat, skin, and desire.

And he intended to enjoy every second of it.

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