Demonic Dragon: Harem System

The word echoed in the air as if it were a serious accusation - or worse, an inconvenient truth.

Samira blinked, stunned. "C-civic?!" she repeated, almost tripping over her own voice, as if the mere sound of the word burned her tongue. "Me?! Don't be ridiculous, Strax!"

He just stared at her, still with that damn smile in his corner, as if he were watching a show just for him. "Oh, I see. So you break into the guild, blow up half the entrance, knock out about fifteen members, kick in the door and start shouting about Rogue... just because you're angry, right? And you say you're not jealous." He teased, keeping his smile.

Samira's eyes widened. "Of course you weren't! It was... it was a warning!" She crossed her arms tightly, turning her face away, the blush rising to her cheeks. "You had to understand that that... that little woman... has no place here with us!" She pointed to Rogue sitting simi-nude on the velvet sofa, in just her panties and no bra, looking at her with a provocative smile.

Strax approached slowly, still looking debauched. "Oh, I see. So now you're the admissions manager for the women I choose?"

She spun on her heels and pointed her finger at him again, her face on fire - from anger or shame, she didn't even know anymore. "At least I have good taste! Are you going to let just anyone in now? What's the next criterion, knowing how to bake?"

"Well... as far as I remember from our meeting, you used your hands to grill meat, but so... cake is something I wouldn't turn down," Strax replied, pretending to reflect, his chin resting on his hand.

"Strax!" she shouted, almost jumping on his neck, but restraining herself at the last second. "This isn't a joke! I... I..." she froze again, searching for words "I just didn't like her, okay?! I didn't like her!" She continued talking as if Rogue wasn't there...

'Sometimes I think she forgets how great friends we were... poor thing... at this age forgetting things.' Rogue thought looking at Samira, who was wearing an impeccable white dress and her body was almost screaming for attention. 'She's not... holy shit...' Rogue understood immediately.

'Uh-huh. And do you usually get your eyes blazing with fury and destroy entire structures when you don't like people?" He tilted his head slightly. "Just wondering. Because if so, I think I'm going to have to reinforce the walls with steel."

Samira snorted loudly, her hands clenched at her sides. "I hate how you manage to make me sound like a... a..."

"A jealous girlfriend?" he added innocently.

She stared at him with a look that could fry a dragon. "I'M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND. I'M YOUR WIFE!"

"But you're doing very well on paper," he said, with that damn smile again. "Perhaps you should consider your own feelings a little and take responsibility..." He murmured, moving closer.

Samira remained motionless for two seconds. Two long seconds where her brain completely shut down, and a silence hung between them.

"...You..." she whispered, looking away with her cheeks on fire. The anger was still boiling inside her, but now mixed with something harder to admit - and to control.

Strax stepped forward, with the predatory calm of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. With one smooth movement, he grabbed Samira's wrist and pulled her against his chest, wrapping her in his firm arms. She didn't resist - or maybe she resisted just a little, just enough to pretend she was still in control.

He leaned down to her ear, his voice low and teasing.

"You're... needy, aren't you?" he murmured, his warm breath sending a shiver down the back of her neck. "Or is it... that you're like this because I chose to play with Rogue and not you?"

Samira's eyes widened, her heart beating like a drum. "N-not that..."

Strax smiled against her skin, feeling the tension in her body. "Isn't it?" he teased, his voice even lower, seductive. "Because it's looking like a lot. You stormed into the guild like an angry goddess just because you didn't get your fill of attention today..."

She wriggled in his arms, trying to escape, but he held her tighter - not aggressive, just... dominant.

"You wanted it to be you, didn't you?" he whispered, sliding his lips close to her jaw. "You wanted to be the only one I 'play' with..."

Samira felt her whole body tremble. "I... I'm not your little toy..."

"No..." he said, now looking into her eyes, their faces dangerously close. "You're much more than that. That's why having fun with someone else drove you so crazy."

She bit her lower lip, the words caught in her throat. Pride screamed inside her. But the way he looked at her... the way he touched her...

Strax bent his face once more to her ear, and in a deeper voice, whispered:

Strax leaned his face to her ear once more, his warm, teasing breath touching Samira's shivering skin.

"Do you want me to prove... that I'm still only yours?" he murmured, with a firmness that made her heart hammer in her chest.

Before she had any chance to react - to deny, to run away, to hide what she felt - Strax raised his hand to her chin and held it with an almost cruel delicacy. His eyes met hers, and in that moment, Samira completely forgot about the guild, about Rogue, about her anger... there was only him. Just his eyes burning into hers.

Without saying another word, Strax pulled her face close and kissed her.

But it wasn't just any kiss.

It was intense. It was hot. It was possessive.

His lips merged with hers with a firmness that stole the air from her lungs. He didn't ask permission - he took it. The hand on her chin slid to the nape of her neck, deepening the kiss while the other rested on her waist, pulling her further into his body. The whole world dissolved in that contact: the taste of him, the heat, the electricity running between them like sparks.

Samira, although surprised, couldn't resist. Her body betrayed her mind, and her fingers grabbed his shirt, pulling hard as she returned the kiss with the same intensity, as if she were taking revenge for the absence, the longing, the jealousy.

The sound of the kiss echoed through the room - a wet, impish, deliciously shameful slap. And they didn't stop. The kiss went on and on, their mouths exploring each other as if for the first time. Their breathing began to quicken, their bodies pressed together, their eyes closed in pure surrender.

Rogue, who until then had been sitting on the sofa, adjusted herself to watch the scene... She didn't say anything, she didn't interrupt... she just watched, as if she understood exactly what was happening... such a powerful woman... but easily dominated by a man... it was exciting to watch, even for her.

When Samira finally opened her eyes, panting, her lips still ajar and sensuously red, she saw Rogue standing there. Her gaze fixed on the two of them, without any expression of surprise, but with a discreet smile that almost made the air around them seem even more charged with electricity.

Samira's face flushed again, but not from embarrassment. No. It was something much more intense. A fire that burned inside her, something that burned like a flame that couldn't be extinguished.

Strax, completely oblivious to any embarrassment, kept his hand firmly on Samira's waist, his gaze, almost defiant, meeting Rogue's. He gave a small smile, as if he were smiling. He gave a small smile, as if he knew this would happen, but he didn't seem to mind. He had somehow expected Rogue to take his turn.

Without missing a beat, Rogue got up from her chair and walked with slow but steady steps towards him. Her gaze was intense, charged with a provocation that was mixed with desire.

"That's a bit too much fire for one room," Rogue murmured, before touching Strax's chest with her fingertips.

Samira, still not moving away from Strax, watched, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of jealousy and excitement. She didn't know if she was more irritated or even more attracted to the situation, but something inside her stirred in a way she couldn't control.

Rogue then looked at Strax with a smile that wasn't just one of amusement, but of pure provocation. She moved closer, until their bodies were almost touching. In one smooth, controlled movement, she touched Strax's face with the same hand that had touched his chest, and without hesitation, pulled him to her.

Her lips met his in a kiss as fierce and charged with desire as the one he had shared with Samira moments before. It wasn't a simple kiss. It was a surrender. An exchange of power and desire.

Rogue's kiss was intense, relentless, as if she wanted to mark her territory in a way that Samira couldn't ignore. She pressed her body against his, forcing him to give in a little more. Rogue's tongue explored Strax's lips with a dexterity that made Samira's heart beat faster and her body twist in a conflict of emotions.

Samira couldn't help it. Watching them, her jealousy turned into something more primal. A feeling of possession, of desire, of wanting Strax to want her back in the same way. Her fingers tightened on the collar of his shirt, her muscles tensing as she tried to cope with the whirlwind of feelings.

When Rogue finally pulled away, leaving only a thread of desire hanging in the air, she looked directly at Samira. His smile was mischievous, but also full of meaning. "Still think he's all yours?" She teased Samira as she herself, with her full breasts exposed, brought them to Strax's mouth.

"Mmm!" She moaned at the first suck on her right nipple. "If we're going to compete, let's really compete." She challenged Samira.