Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 790: Just a little bit? (R-18)

Strax didn't even need to turn around to know that things had gone too far.

"Daniela," he said in a low, firm tone, without raising his voice, "be quiet."

The effect was immediate… and completely the opposite of what he expected.

Daniela made an exaggerated pout, crossing her arms and moving a few inches away just to make the drama clear. Cassandra, in turn, arched an eyebrow and repeated the gesture, resting her chin on her hand, looking at him with an expression that was both offended and playfully provocative.

"How cruel," Daniela murmured theatrically. "We're trapped, bored, trying to pass the time…"

"And being interrupted by the tyrant of Asgard," Cassandra added, sighing exaggeratedly.

Strax closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, clearly regretting whatever decision had led him to that specific moment in his existence. When he opened them again, however, something caught his attention.

A movement.

Too subtle to be casual.

His golden eyes slowly slid to the bars. One of the soldiers—the same younger one as before—was slightly bent, his body positioned too carelessly for someone "just on guard." His gaze wasn't focused on the corridor. He was clearly trying to peer into the cell, taking advantage of the shadows cast by the torch.

Strax didn't change position.

He didn't stand up. He didn't make any sudden movements.

He just spoke.

"Hey."

The word came out low, cold, laden with a calmness that promised nothing good.

The soldier shuddered as if he'd been electrocuted. He tried to straighten his body too quickly, almost dropping his spear.

Strax turned his face slowly toward him, his eyes now completely focused, golden and still.

"If you look one more time," he said, with an almost gentle tranquility, "I'll go through these bars, rip your head off your body, and use your spine to jam the door of this cell."

The entire corridor seemed to freeze.

The soldier visibly paled, took two steps back, and practically glued himself to the opposite wall, forcefully averting his gaze, as if afraid even to blink.

The other guard swallowed hard and murmured something inaudible, pulling his colleague away by the shoulder.

Inside the cell, the silence lasted only a few seconds.

Then Daniela let out a low, clearly satisfied giggle.

"See?" she commented, leaning closer to Strax again. "You're still very convincing when you want to be."

Cassandra smiled slightly, relaxing against him once more.

"Extremely," she agreed. "Perhaps even too much."

Strax let out a tired sigh, but there was a slight hint of humor in his expression.

"You two are going to end up being the reason I actually destroy this prison," he murmured.

Daniela smiled, satisfied, and Cassandra closed her eyes, comfortable.

Strax remained motionless for a few moments, feeling the weight of their two bodies pressed against his, the familiar warmth, the tension that didn't come from the prison, nor from the guards, but from that silent demand that only those who knew him too well knew how to exert.

Daniela was the first to break the tension.

She moved a little closer, her voice lower now, without the exaggerated provocative tone, replaced by something more honest—and dangerously more effective.

"Seriously…," she murmured. "It's been months, Strax. Months. You've been away from us… and we've been waiting."

Cassandra slowly opened her eyes and turned her face to him, the slight smile still there, but now with a clear hint of contained frustration.

"We're not asking for anything unreasonable," she said calmly. "Just a little attention. A reminder that we still exist when you decide to play at conquering territories."

Daniela nodded, resting her chin on his chest, her fingers tracing distracted circles on the fabric of his coat.

"Yeah," she added. "A little. Just to ease the longing. Just to keep from going crazy."

Strax let out a low laugh, almost a grumble, slowly running a hand over his face.

"You guys choose the worst possible places for this kind of conversation," he replied, not harshly, but with that firm tone that rarely wavered.

"Prisons are terrible, really," Cassandra agreed calmly. "Cold, damp… not very romantic. But look on the bright side: at least we're all together."

Daniela lifted her face, making another pout—this time less theatrical, more insistent.

"So? Not even a little?"

Strax opened his eyes and stared at the stone ceiling for a moment, as if pleading for patience with ancient forces that had clearly given up on him long ago.

Strax didn't respond immediately. His eyes, which had previously been fixed on the ceiling, now drifted to the sleeve of his coat, where Daniela's beak was almost touching it. He didn't move, but the protrusion between his legs began to stir, almost unconsciously, as if waiting for something that couldn't be postponed.

Cassandra let out a soft sigh, as if savoring a moment of privilege. With a gentle hand, she slid her fingertips along the hem of Strax's coat, as if exploring a rare surface. Daniela, in turn, knelt beside Strax, her face close to his, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and provocation.

"Come on, Darling," she said, with a smile that could be called "wicked." "Let's enjoy our time together a little."

Strax didn't answer, only watched as the torchlight cast shadows on the bars, as if testing their patience. Cassandra raised her face, looking at him with a challenging air.

"You're not going to complain about missing me, are you?" she asked, almost whispering. "Or would you prefer to maintain this 'I'm in control' attitude until the end?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Strax gave an almost imperceptible smile, as if admiring the way the two women moved around him, as if they were dismantling an ancient suit of armor.

Daniela, without waiting, leaned forward, sliding her hand along the fabric of Strax's trousers, almost as if she were making an archaeological discovery.

"You smell of blood," she murmured, resting her forehead on his chest. "But you also have that battle scent you like. It makes me nostalgic."

Cassandra laughed, almost silently, as if she understood the game. She stepped back a little, looking at Daniela with an air of disappointment.

"You can't say that to your face," she commented, her tone almost playful.

Daniela responded with a low laugh, sliding her hand to the back of Strax's trousers, as if searching for something that wasn't there. Cassandra, more pragmatic, tugged at the hem of her coat with a swift movement, as if she were triggering a trap.

Strax closed his eyes for a moment, as if choosing between the boredom of being trapped and the pleasure of being desired. When he opened his eyes, there was a glint of amusement in his golden ones.

"Are you sure you won't regret this?" he said, in an almost paternal tone. "When we're released, and you two have to explain to the mayor why you have my scent on your skin."

Daniela ignored the question, concentrating on the string of Strax's underwear, which was almost disappearing. She grasped it delicately, as if she were carrying a precious reliquary.

"You won't regret it, Strax," she said, with an air of certainty. "Let's be honest: you like this. We do too."

Cassandra, who until then had maintained an air of superiority, now smiled more openly, as if she had lost the battle of wits. She leaned to the opposite side, wrapping her arms around Strax's arm with a warm touch, almost as if preparing a ritual.

"Come on," she said, almost in a sensual whisper. "Time is running out, and we can't waste it."

Strax, with an almost unbelievable smile, closed his eyes and let himself fall back onto the bed, as if surrendering to himself. His body, almost like a stone, seemed to be adapting to the environment.

The two soldiers, who had previously been on alert, now watched in silence, as if witnessing an ancient ritual. The younger one, the one who had previously complained about the "lucky one," now tried to understand what the two bodies were doing there.

Daniela, with a slow movement, slid Strax's underwear down, revealing what was there. She took a deep breath, as if smelling a rare flower. "You smell good," she murmured, almost adoringly. "But it's not enough to satisfy me."

Cassandra, who until then had maintained a more dominant posture, now moved closer, her face near Strax's, as if she had a plan.

"You smell nice," she said, in an almost maternal tone.

Strax didn't respond immediately. His expression, which had previously held a glint of amusement, now became something more… disappointed.

Daniela and Cassandra's hands moved simultaneously, as if they had reached a silent pact.

Daniela, with the delicacy of an artist who knew every detail of what she was doing, slid her lips along Strax's member, while Cassandra, with an almost animalistic urgency, was already wrapped around him, her hands sliding down his waist, pulling him closer.

"Come on, Strax," Daniela said, almost challengingly, her fingers slowly intertwining in Strax's hair, as if making an offer. "You're not going to say you don't like it, are you?"

"And you two will finish me off before I even leave this cell," he replied, without taking his eyes off the ceiling, but with a slight smile that didn't quite reach his lips. "Each with your own way of… dominating."

Cassandra let out a low laugh, almost as if she were enjoying the situation. Her face was close to Strax's, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of fury and satisfaction.

"Dominating?" she asked, in an almost maternal tone, as if she were speaking to a child. "So you're afraid to admit that you made us miss you?"

"I'm not afraid," Strax replied, but his voice trembled slightly, as if his own certainty was dissolving. "I just… didn't expect this."

Daniela, who until then had maintained an almost regal posture, now slid her hand down, pulling Strax's waist with almost imperceptible pressure. Her lower lip slid for a moment, as if testing his resistance, before returning her attention to his member.

"We don't need words, Strax," she said, in an almost honeyed tone. "Just action."

Cassandra, for her part, already had her head close to Strax's chest, her eyes closed, as if in a purification ritual. Her body leaned forward, as if searching for something that couldn't be found outside.

"Come on, Daniela," he murmured, almost like an order. "While you're having fun with my heart's fluttering, I'll go for what's closer to reality."

Daniela opened her eyes, bright, as if she had heard a promise. She pulled away slightly, releasing the member with a slow movement, almost as if challenging Cassandra.

"You won't be able to do this," she said, in an almost disdainful tone. "I know how to handle what's between us."

"You won't be able to do this," Cassandra replied, in an almost soft voice, but full of certainty. "I know how to handle what you're feeling."

Strax, who until then had been the center of attention, was now caught between the two women, as if he'd been caught in a plan he didn't know was being executed. He looked at Daniela, then at Cassandra, and for a moment thought he could choose. But he didn't. He let them both move around him, as if competing in a game that wasn't just physical.

Daniela started again, as if trying to gain the upper hand. Her lower lip slid for a moment, as if testing the waters, before plunging deeper. Her tongue slid with an almost artistic precision, as if exploring every inch of his member with a curiosity that wasn't just sexual.

"You're afraid of being knocked over," she murmured, almost like a secret.

Cassandra, for her part, already had her mouth wrapped around him, as if trying to cheat time. His body moved with an urgency that wasn't just physical—it was as if he were trying to prove that he belonged to her.

"You're not afraid of being conquered," she whispered, almost as a challenge. "You're just afraid of not being able to conquer me."

Strax closed his eyes, his heart racing. The scent of Daniela's perfume mingled with Cassandra's sweat, creating an almost chemical atmosphere.

He didn't know if he was in a nightmare or a real moment, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the weight of the two women around him, the heat their bodies were transmitting, and the fact that, for a moment, he seemed to be back to what he was before everything: a human being.

"If you're going to do this, do it right," Strax said, closing his eyes. "Stop this sisterly fight. Suck together."