Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 796: Intimate moment in the office. (R-18)

Strax’s aura still pulsed when the last of the bigwigs left the office.

The door slammed shut with a dry crack, echoing through the now empty hall, and for a few seconds no one moved. The silence that remained was no longer one of fear—it was the silence that lingers after a storm, when the world is still trying to remember how to breathe.

Strax exhaled slowly.

The horns retracted like shadows returning to where they should never have left. The pressure in the room lessened, the candles resumed their steady flames, the carpets stopped tearing. The office was once again just... an office.

He ran a hand over his face, tired in a way only someone who wields too much power knows.

"Haaah..." he sighed, sinking back into the mayor’s chair, now officially his.

Rogue didn’t waste any time.

He sat back on his lap with the naturalness of someone who had always belonged there, wrapping his arm lazily around his neck. The smile on her lips was slow, satisfied, almost predatory.

"You look so handsome when you use brute force on weaklings," she murmured, her voice thick with amusement. "They just crumble."

She slid her fingers across his chest again, tracing the same path as before, now with even more intimacy, as if celebrating a particularly successful performance.

Strax let out a low, husky laugh.

"I know," he replied, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "It’s amazing how big they think they are... until they remember what real fear is."

Rogue tilted her head, her hair falling over his shoulder.

"I love it when they realize they have no choice," she said. "You can feel the exact moment they break."

She shifted slightly, teasing him slowly, like someone who has absolutely nothing to fear.

Strax tightened his embrace.

"Weak people are easy to play with," she commented. "They panic too quickly."

She chuckled softly, satisfied, then leaned in to kiss his neck, lingering her lips there long enough to be clearly intentional.

"And the Monarch of the White Flames?" she asked, her voice too soft for the weight of the question. "Will you deal with him the same way you dealt with the one of the Beasts?"

The name made Strax’s smile sharpen.

"No," he replied without hesitation.

He turned to face her, his eyes still carrying ancient embers.

"The one of the Beasts needed to be broken. He needed to learn to obey." A pause. "The one of the Flames... I will kill."

Rogue raised her eyebrows slightly, intrigued.

"Definitely?"

"Definitely," he confirmed. "When he falls, the territory is mine. No intermediaries. No rebellious vassals."

She let out a low whistle.

"You’re collecting cities," she commented, amused. "If you keep going at this rate, you’ll need more competent people to keep everything running."

Strax leaned back a little further in his chair, thinking.

"I know," he said after a moment. "And I’m not going to waste time with cowardly bureaucrats."

He looked at her.

"I’ll leave that to you."

Rogue blinked, genuine surprise flashing across her gaze for a brief moment.

"To me?"

"You have a nose for trustworthy people," he explained. "People who know when to command and when to obey. Find leaders. People who can handle the pressure." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Her smile returned, now proud.

"I’ll work hard on that," she promised, resting her forehead against his for a second.

There was a pause.

The kind of pause that doesn’t need words.

She shifted again in his lap, closer, warmer, her tone changing as she spoke again:

"But now..." she murmured, "I think you deserve a reward."

Strax closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if deciding whether to resist or not. When he opened them, there was amusement there—and something far more dangerous.

"Rogue..." he began, softly.

She smiled.

"Relax," she interrupted. "The office is ours now."

She kissed him.

The kiss began slowly, as if Rogue were savoring every second of their victory, her soft lips pressing against Strax’s with a restrained urgency.

She tilted her head, deepening the contact, her tongue gliding lazily to meet his, dancing in a rhythm that was both provocation and promise.

Her hands moved up his neck, fingers digging into the thick hair at the nape, pulling him closer, as if she wanted to fuse them together right there in the mayor’s chair.

Strax responded with a low grunt, his large hands gripping the curve of her waist, slowly sliding down to her thighs exposed by the short dress she wore—thin fabric that barely concealed the heat of her body against his.

He squeezed the soft flesh, his thumbs tracing slow circles on the inside of her thighs, moving dangerously close to the center of the heat that pulsed between them.

"You’re a danger," he murmured against her mouth, his voice hoarse with desire, nibbling her lower lip with teeth sharp enough to elicit a muffled moan.

Rogue chuckled softly into the kiss, the sound vibrating against him, and shifted deliberately in his lap, rubbing her hip against the growing hardness pressing against her through his trousers.

"And you love it," she retorted breathlessly, a hand sliding down his broad chest, nails lightly scratching his open shirt until they found his belt.

Her nimble fingers unbuckled the clasp with practice, slowly opening the zipper, freeing it to the cool air of the office.

She cupped it in her hand, gripping the base with possessive firmness, pumping slowly up and down, her thumb circling the wet tip in a motion that made him arch his hips involuntarily.

He retaliated by pulling down the neckline of her dress with a brusque movement, exposing her full breasts to the air. His lips left hers to travel down her neck, licking the salty skin until he captured a pink nipple with his warm mouth, sucking hard while his other hand invaded between her legs.

His fingers found the soaked moisture of her panties, pushing the fabric aside to plunge straight into the tight, slippery heat.

"So wet," he growled against her skin, pushing two fingers deep inside, curving them to hit that spot that made her tremble, his thumb rubbing her swollen clitoris in relentless circles.

Rogue arched his back, moaning loudly now, not caring who might hear outside—the office was theirs, and the world could go to hell.

She quickened the pace of her hand on him, masturbating him with more pressure, spreading the pre-cum along his throbbing length as she rode his fingers, her hips swaying in a frenzied rhythm.

"Fuck me right here," she whispered, her eyes half-closed with pure lust, biting his shoulder to stifle another moan as he added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her. The air smelled of sex and power, the candle flames flickering as if approving the spectacle.

Strax lifted her hips, guiding her up just enough to position her, and then thrust down hard, filling her completely in a single, deep stroke.

"OH FUCK!" She cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into his back, and began to ride him mercilessly, her breasts swaying with each movement, the wet sound of skin against skin echoing through the empty hall.

He gripped her hips with iron hands, dictating the pace now, pounding upwards with calculated brutality, each thrust hitting deep, making her tremble.

Rogue rode Strax like a savage, her hips slamming against his with brute force, each thrust swallowing him to the hilt, his thick cock stretching her to the limit, scraping against her throbbing inner walls.

"Fuck, you’re huge... tear me apart!" she moaned, her voice hoarse and broken, her breasts bouncing violently with each thrust, nipples hard as rocks brushing against his chest.

The sound was obscene—slap-slap-slap of wet flesh colliding, mixed with her guttural moans and his animalistic grunts.

Strax could no longer contain himself. With a roar, he jumped up from the chair, still buried inside her, his hands like claws digging into her round ass, holding her in the air as he fucked her standing up, pounding upwards with primal violence.

Each thrust was merciless, his cock almost fully out only to plunge back in with full force, slamming against her cervix, making her scream with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, biting her neck hard enough to leave red marks, licking her salty sweat as he hurled her against the mayor’s desk.

She fell back onto the polished wooden surface, legs spread scandalously, her swollen, red pussy dripping a mixture of her and his pleasure. Strax gave her no respite—he grabbed her thighs, spreading them as wide as possible, and thrust again, now at the perfect angle to hit her G-spot with each stroke.

"Fuck! Harder!" Rogue yelled, his nails scratching the wood, his body convulsing in another violent orgasm, squirting hot jets around his cock, soaking the table and both their thighs.

He laughed darkly, his eyes blazing, and turned her onto her stomach without pulling out, tugging at her long hair like reins to arch her back.

"You can take more, can’t you? Let’s see how long it takes before you beg me to stop." He placed a hand on the middle of her back, pressing her against the table, and began thrusting like a piston, his balls slapping against her ass with loud, wet slaps, his swollen cock throbbing within her vicious grip.

Each thrust was deeper, wilder, cracking against her as if it wanted to split her in two—she came again, screaming "FUCK, I’M GOING TO DIE ON THIS COCK!", her body trembling uncontrollably, her pussy contracting in spasms that almost took him with it.

But Strax held on, turning her over once more to fuck her sideways on the table, one of her legs raised onto his shoulder to penetrate even deeper.

His fingers found her clit, rubbing with brute force as he pounded mercilessly, sweat dripping from both of them, the cabinet reeking of raw sex and domination.

"Come again for me, bitch. Show me who’s boss here." She obeyed, howling, her nails digging into his arms, leaving bloody furrows that only made him harder.

Finally, feeling the climax approaching, he pulled her to the floor, on all fours like a bitch in heat, and thrust in with everything he had, one hand in her hair, the other slapping her red ass hard, leaving handprints.

"I’m going to fill this cunt with hot cum... all mine!", he growled, accelerating to the limit, his cock swelling before exploding in thick, hot jets, filling her to overflowing, his cum running down her thighs as she came for the umpteenth time, her body limp and trembling on the torn carpet.

They collapsed together, panting, their bodies pressed together in a sweaty, satisfied tangle, the air heavy with the smell of intense fucking. Rogue chuckled weakly, turning to kiss him.

"Well-deserved reward... but next time, break me even harder." Strax grinned dangerously, already hardening again inside her. "There’s more where that came from."