Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 445: New Dragon Senses (R-18) (Part.I)

Hours later, Strax opened his eyes again, his body feeling as light as if he were floating between the still-warm sheets. There was a trace of perfume in the air - the scent of carmine and magic that Scarlet left wherever she went, mixed with Cassandra's sweet essence, still fresh on his skin. A lazy smile danced across his lips as he remembered the moments before... muffled touches, exchanged sighs, promises murmured between kisses and warmth.

The room was quieter now. The sun had already risen higher in the sky, tinging the room with a soft golden light. He noticed immediately: the space around him seemed emptier. The auras of the others had drifted away - they were awake, perhaps having breakfast... or just giving him space.

All but one.

Samira.

She was there, still asleep beside him, facing him. Her body, sculpted as if by the gods themselves, was partially covered by a light sheet that slipped dangerously below her waist. New white hair in soft waves framed her calm face, her lips parted in a silent sigh.

Strax watched her in silence for a few seconds, enchanted.

It was rare to see Samira like this. Vulnerable. Serene. Without the warrior's armor or the cutting tone of sarcasm she used as a shield.

Carefully, he turned towards her, leaning his weight on one arm. His hand slid up to her face, brushing away an unruly strand from her forehead. The touch made Samira move slightly, her eyelashes fluttering before she slowly opened her eyes.

She blinked a few times, until her amber eyes focused on him - and a small smile appeared on her lips.

"Hm... so the dragon's awake again." she murmured, her voice hoarse and sleepy.

Strax responded with a quiet smile, leaning close and brushing his nose against hers.

"Waking up next to you... it's the best way to come back to the world." He joked

Samira rolled her eyes slightly, but her smile widened. "You still know exactly what to say."

"Only when it's true." he replied, before pressing a light kiss to her forehead.

She sighed, pulling him closer, her face hidden in his neck.

"The others went to see Tiamat. They said it was high-level stuff... about bloodlines and magical stability. They left you with me. I guess... today, I'm just yours."

"Or maybe I'm the luckiest prisoner in the world." he whispered with a low laugh, pulling the sheet over them both as Samira snuggled into him, more awake now, but in no hurry to leave.

Samira kept her face hidden for a moment against Strax's neck, as if absorbing his warmth, savoring the sensation of having him there, awake and whole. Silently, she slid her hand down his chest, feeling the muscles under her fingers, firm and vibrating with the energy of someone reborn.

Then, slowly, she moved.

With the feline grace that made her unique, Samira mounted him, her hips resting softly against his as the sheet slipped further, revealing even more of the dark beauty of her golden skin in the daylight. Her hair fell like a veil of shadow over her shoulders, creating a mesmerizing contrast with Strax's pale skin.

"You look better this way..." she murmured with a teasing smile, leaning closer. "Under me."

Strax laughed low, running his hands around her waist, and responded with that look that said more than words.

"And you... it's a recurring dream that I never want to wake up from."

Samira didn't answer - at least not with words.

She just kissed him.

Slow, deep and deliciously intense. Her lips sought his with restrained hunger, but loaded with affection. It wasn't just desire. It was connection. It was recognition of everything they had faced so far. Every beat of their hearts seemed to align at that moment.

As the kiss deepened, Samira's hands slid over Strax's shoulders, as if they wanted to decorate every inch of skin, every mark, every line of power that now pulsed renewed in him. The heat between them grew, but there was a calm there too - an unshakeable confidence in what they felt.

She moved her lips apart just enough to whisper against his mouth: "You don't have to prove anything today. Just... feel me. Just be here with me."

"Well... if you insist." he said, slipping his hand around her waist.

She slowly stood up, revealing herself completely.

Strax watched Samira's round, firm breasts emerge from the dark fabric of her dress, her pink, swollen nipples begging for his attention. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he raised one hand to caress the soft, warm skin with a reverent touch.

"It's even more perfect than I imagined..." he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I want to taste every inch of that... upgrade of yours."

Without waiting for an answer, Strax leaned forward, capturing one nipple between his lips while his hand wrapped around the other breast, massaging it gently. Samira arched her back, a moan escaping her lips as she sank her fingers into Strax's hair, pulling him closer.

"Don't stop," she begged, panting. "I need you... I need to feel you in every part of me."

Strax switched breasts, sucking and licking the hardened nipple while his fingers squeezed and massaged the other, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. His other hand slid along the curve of her waist, up her ribs to reach the other breast, caressing and pinching the nipple between forefinger and thumb.

Samira squirmed in his lap, the heat between her legs increasing with Stax's every touch and tease. She pulled his face up, capturing his lips in a passionate, hungry kiss as her hand slid down, caressing the growing erection beneath his pants.

Which, by the way, Cassandra had put back in him...

Strax growled against her mouth, the kiss becoming more urgent and demanding. His hand squeezed her breast harder, while the other trailed down her back, tracing the curve of her ass before gently tapping the soft skin.

"Come on... I won't hold back," he whispered against her lips, his voice full of possession and lust. "I'm going to possess you in every possible way..."