Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 443: Waking up warm with full breasts

A week passed in silence and rest, and now, slowly, Strax's consciousness emerged from the depths of sleep. His eyes opened slowly, dazzled by the soft light that penetrated through the windows of the royal suite—a warm, golden light that caressed everything around him.

His body felt light, as if reborn. The muscles that had been tense and burned by magical exhaustion were now firm and vigorous, pulsing with a renewed and wild energy. The sensation was like waking from a long winter into a summer of promise.

Slowly, he turned his head and felt the soft touch that awakened him: the voluminous contours of Scarlet's breasts, pressing against his face with an almost possessive tenderness. She slept beside him, her red hair spread out in a cascade over the sheets, her breathing calm and rhythmic.

Her scent, an intoxicating mix of spice and fire, enveloped him, and a lazy smile formed on Strax's lips.

His gaze then slid around the room, to the others.

There they were—his women—all naked, scattered around him like stars in a particular constellation. Their skin glistened in the morning light, as diverse as it was fascinating: Daniela's soft texture, Tiamat's golden glow, Samira's hair color, Cassandra's skin, the soft pink tones of Beatrice's hair.

Each seemed enveloped in her own aura, a reflection of the strength, passion, and mystery they carried. The contours of their curves, their delicate features, the subtle marks of magical transformations—all of it stirred a wild fire within Strax.

He felt the pulse of shared power in the room, the heat of their skin, the rhythm of their breaths intertwined in the silence.

With a hand still trembling with pleasure, he reached for Scarlet's silky hair, sliding his fingers through the warm locks and letting his touch slowly wander over her collarbone, down to her bare shoulder, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingertips.

Unhurriedly, his eyes wandered over their serene and confident expressions, and his heart beat faster — not only with desire, but with the unshakable certainty that each one there belonged to him, as deeply as he belonged to them.

He could feel the latent power and promise of everything that was yet to come — an empire of passion, magic and domination.

Strax smiled, that smile full of arrogance and tenderness, and whispered to himself, "They look so beautiful."

Scarlet stirred slowly, waking from her deep sleep. Her red eyes glowed with that familiar flame when she found Strax's face there, so close, so real. A soft, provocative smile formed on her lips even before she spoke.

She lifted a delicate hand, warm fingers sliding over his face, tracing the line of his jaw with a tenderness unexpected for someone who carried so much fury and power.

"Good morning, my love," she murmured, her voice husky and seductive, like a silent invitation.

Without waiting for an answer, Scarlet leaned in, her lips meeting Strax's in a slow, intense kiss that carried all the pent-up passion of that week. It was a kiss that spoke of possession and affection, of unspoken promises and burning desires.

The heat of her touch spread through his body, awakening every fiber of his body with a delicious electricity.

She smiled against his lips, pulling him closer, her body fitting perfectly against his.

"I waited for you," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and desire.

Strax, with a sparkle in his eyes, wrapped Scarlet in his arms, finally feeling complete in that moment — surrounded by his women, by their power, and by the love that only they could give him.

Strax rested, his face gently buried in Scarlet's warm breasts, feeling the calm and steady rhythm of her breathing against his skin. The warmth of those soft curves was a refuge where he could finally relax, as if the whole world had slowed down just for that moment.

With his voice still hoarse from sleep and tiredness, he murmured: "Are you okay, Scarlet?"

She smiled, her delicate fingers running through his hair in a comforting gesture, as she settled even closer against him.

"I am. Better now that you're awake," Her voice was sweet, a whisper that mixed affection and a hint of teasing. "And you? Have you regained your energy?"

Strax let out a satisfied sigh, closing his eyes for a moment, as if the simple contact with her was enough to restore everything he had lost.

"I feel as if I've been reborn," Strax murmured, his voice husky and drawn out with the sweetness of awakening. His face was still buried between Scarlet's breasts, his lips almost touching the warm, silky skin. "But...the comfort of your breasts, Scarlet, is what truly strengthens me."

She let out a low laugh, warm as velvet, and bent her forehead to rest against his. Her red eyes shone with a mixture of affection, desire, and provocation.

"Do you remember what you said before you passed out?" she asked, a mischievous smile appearing on her lips.

Strax blinked slowly, trying to search his still foggy mind. "Not much. Just flashes... the smell of fire, your voice... and then darkness."

Scarlet bit her lower lip lightly, lifted her breasts a little with her hands, pressing them provocatively against his face—softly, but suggestively.

"You said..." she murmured, her eyes half-closed, "'...when I wake up, I'm going to taste these new beauties as they deserve.'"

Strax's smile widened slowly, lazy and hungry. His eyes now fully open, focusing on hers with a fierce, amused gleam.

"Sounds like something I would say..." he murmured, his fingers sliding down her waist, until they stopped under the curve of her hip. "And it seems I have a promise to keep.".

Scarlet leaned slightly over him, the scarlet strands of her hair falling like a silk veil around them both. A slow, knowing smile formed on her lips as she undid, one by one, the buttons of the crimson satin nightgown that barely covered her curves. The fabric slid with a sigh against her skin, slowly revealing the generous, perfectly shaped contours of her new breasts. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"You wanted to taste these beauties, didn't you?" she whispered, her voice low and full of mischief, as she let the fabric fall from her shoulders, exposing herself completely to him. The soft light of the room drew shadows and glows on her skin, as if even the magic around her recognized the power of that vision.

Strax held his breath for a moment, his eyes fixed on her with raw adoration and restrained desire. He rose slightly, supporting himself on his elbows, as if instinct itself was pulling him towards her...

"Scarlet..." he murmured, almost voiceless, as if contemplating a living masterpiece "you look divine."

She just smiled, and with a slow gesture, pulled him back to her chest, cradling his face between her breasts with a possessive and protective caress.

"Then feed on your wife, Strax," she said with a sweet warmth in her tone. "You promised me... now it's time to fulfill it."

He closed his eyes, his smile opening again, relaxed and at the same time hungry. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer.