Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

She squeaked as he twisted and pulled her into his arms, switching from Sira like it was nothing. Her soft, sleepy frame melted into him instantly. His mouth trailed down her shoulder, her chest, his hands lifting her thigh so her skin pressed against his.

”You’re my sweet little sloth,” he whispered. ”But you’re greedy too, aren’t you?”

Her eyes fluttered. ”Only for you…”

”Then take it.”

He bit. Just above her breast. Just below her collar. A mark bloomed there instantly.

[System Alert: Target marked]

[Incubus Resonance: 120% Efficiency]

[Bond Strengthening…]

Lullaby gasped. She felt it. Her aura shimmered in slothful pink, spiraling with his golden infernal glow, slow and erotic, dancing around them like smoke in candlelight.

Ely watched, chest heaving, thighs clenching.

Lux saw it.

And he wanted her to.

He turned to her, one arm still wrapped around Lullaby’s waist.

”Come here,” he commanded, voice a low hum of sin.

Ely obeyed.

She knelt again, crawling now, eyes locked on him like prey entranced by the predator. But her breath shook. Her lips parted. She didn’t look scared.

She looked like she belonged there.

Lux dragged two fingers along her lips, then down her neck, then lower. ”I remember what you feel like,” he said. ”I remember every gasp you made the night I met you. And you’re not hiding that heat anymore.”

”I don’t want to,” she whispered. ”I want you to ruin me.”

He kissed her… slowly this time. Not gentle. Not brutal. Just deep. Rich. Like an endless pour of molten lust directly into her mouth.

Then he pulled back and smiled devilishly.

”But not yet.” ℴ

He grabbed her hand and placed it on his shaft, letting her feel the weight, the heat, the pulse.

”But you’ll watch.”

Her lips trembled.

”Yes, Lux…”

He kissed her forehead, then turned back to Sira, who had not stopped panting or grinding against the floor like a predator circling again.

”Still want to act like you’re the top?” he asked.

Sira glared at him. ”Shut up.”

”Say please.”

”Bite me.”

He did.

And she gasped.

Then without warning, she threw herself back on top of him, nails digging into his chest, hair wild, breasts bouncing as she rocked forward with all the pride of a queen and all the lust of a devil.

And Lux?

Lux let her ride.

But not because he was submitting.

No.

He was guiding.

Every breath. Every kiss. Every groan. Every thrust of his hips timed to perfection. His expression turned darker, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted, the kind of grin that made even the most experienced lovers lose control.

He whispered filth into Sira’s ear. He pulled Lullaby’s thigh back over his leg and grinded his palm up her spine. He let Ely keep her hand exactly where it was while watching every motion he made.

And beneath all of that?

He stayed completely in control.

No flipping the table.

No chaos.

Just dominance.

Deliberate. Strategic. Relentless.

Like a contract written in sweat and skin.

[System Alert: Libido Overdrive – MAX]

Lux’s voice dropped low, rough velvet brushing against every nerve in the room. ”I hope you’re ready,” he growled. ”Because I’m not stopping.”

Their breath hitched as one.

Sira barely managed to hiss something before Lux crushed her mouth with his again, his hands already roaming, claiming, pinning. His body pressed down against her hard muscle, slick skin, demonic heat. She clawed at his back, bit his lip, but he didn’t flinch. He took everything.

His teeth sank into her shoulder, hard. A mark bloomed instantly. He didn’t ask.

He took.

Lullaby whimpered as he turned to her next. She was trembling already, but her eyes burned with need. Lux grabbed her by the waist, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and pulled her against his chest. His lips found her neck. Her collar. Her chest. He kissed, traced, sucked until she couldn’t breathe.

Ely crawled to his side, hands touching his thigh, his hip, anywhere she could. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, eyes wide, lips parted. She leaned in again, timid, reverent and placed a kiss low on his stomach, just above where he pulsed with need.

”Lux…” she whispered.

His eyes met hers.

”Good girl,” he murmured.

He let her and Lullaby both kiss down his abs, their tongues tracing him like worship. Not sweet, hungry. Desperate. They wanted him. To taste, to feel, to drown in him.

His hand tangled in Ely’s hair. ”Look.”

She looked up, dazed.

He stroked himself, slow and shameless, right in front of them both. ”I’m ready. I need more than lips.” His voice dropped to a rumble. ”I need the real thing.”

Sira didn’t wait.

She pounced again, but this time Lux caught her midair and twisted, slamming her beneath him onto the padded floor. Her cry wasn’t pain. It was satisfaction.

He kissed her hard. Then pulled back just enough to say, ”Don’t break.”

”I never break.”

”Oh,” he smirked. ”You will.”

He pushed his hard erection into her wet p*ssy.

They moved as one. Bodies slick with sweat, limbs tangled. He rocked into her like he owned her. Her moans weren’t gentle. They were wild. She clung to him, bit his shoulder, cursed in every language she knew. Every motion burned like fire, but she didn’t stop. Neither did he.

When he finally pulled away, her body collapsed, spent, twitching, hair everywhere, lips swollen, eyes glazed.

”Next,” he said, still hard. Still starving.

Lullaby crawled forward, flushed and dazed, eyes shimmering with trust. He grabbed her waist, kissed her slow, then pulled her to straddle his lap.

”Let me,” she whispered. ”I want this.”

He guided her down, slow, reverent, until she gasped, eyes wide, body trembling.

”Mine,” he said into her mouth. And then… he pushed his erection into her.

She cried out, but didn’t stop.

He held her tight.

Rocked with her.

Didn’t thrust or take or lead.

He followed.

Let her take the rhythm. Let her set the pace. Let her tremble and cry and laugh in his arms like the storm she’d been holding back finally broke through her smile.