Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 505: Master... possess me...

Chapter 505: Master… possess me…

The yellow light from the fireplace flickered on the stone walls of the inn. The smell of burning wood mingled with the aroma of dried herbs and weak wine. Rain drummed softly on the fogged-up windows, muffling the sounds of the night.

Strax sat at the table, his elbows propped up and his hands clasped in front of his face. His eyes were fixed on an invisible point at the bottom of his glass of water.

Cristine, lying on her side on the nearby armchair, fidgeted with a ring on her finger. Yennifer paced the small room, as if the movement could calm her racing mind.

“It’s official,” said Cristine, breaking the silence. “We’re stuck in a whirlpool of misfortune, with no idea which direction will lead us to the surface.”

“If we try to solve everything at once, we’ll die,” Strax muttered, without looking up. “Literally.”

“Do you think we should abandon the trail of demons?” Yennifer asked, stopping beside him. “Even after everything we saw in the tower?”

“Not abandon,” he replied, finally looking at her. “Postpone. What happened… is beyond what we can solve on our own. Not now. Not like this.”

Cristine frowned. “So what do you suggest? Wait for them to attack again? Let other towers fall until we figure out what’s going on?”

“No,” Strax said firmly. “I suggest we accept that we’re not the only ones on this board. My father will have to deal with the demons. He has the resources. The spies. The ancient mages. Me, you… we’re too small to take on an invisible enemy.”

“But big enough to go to Caelum?” Yennifer raised an eyebrow.

Strax nodded. “I honestly think it’s more practical to deal with something simple, like talking to an elder and seeing what he wants, or fighting. If it’s fighting, just kill him.” Strax said simply, shrugging his shoulders.

“And you think it’ll be that simple?” asked Cristine.

“I don’t know,” he replied honestly. “But I can feel something pulling me there. Like a string tied to the pit of my stomach.”

“Draconic intuition?” Yennifer teased.

Strax smiled without humor. “Call it what you will. But it has never failed me.”

Cristine rose from her chair, snapping her fingers. “So that’s it. In the morning, we go back to Vorah. We take what we can: maps, supplies, maybe an enchanted sword or two. Then we head for Caelum.”

“And we leave the demons with your father?” Yennifer reinforced.

Strax stared into the fire. “He’ll handle it just fine. Well, it’s his problem, so I guess it’s fine with us. We just need to solve this dragon problem.”

Cristine took a deep breath. “I hope so. Because if we’re right… what we saw was just the beginning.”

Yennifer sat on the edge of the bed, her expression serious. “What if Caelum is another trap? What if we’re walking straight into the next massacre?”

Strax stared at her calmly. “Then at least we’ll be where we need to be.”

Silence returned, thicker this time. But there was something different about it—not the weight of fear, but of decision. Of the path laid out before them.

Cristine picked up a bottle of cheap wine from the corner of the table and poured three uneven glasses. “At least we’re doing this together. And for that alone, the odds improve.”

She handed out the glasses, and each took theirs. The toast was silent. Only the sound of glass touching glass, echoing amid the doubts, the pain, and the certainty that there would be no turning back.

Two hours had passed since the silent toast. The wine bottle, now empty, lay on its side on the wooden table. The fireplace still crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the walls of the inn. The rain outside had become just a distant whisper—as if the world were holding its breath.

Cristine muttered incomprehensible words, slumped over the table. Her head swayed heavily, and her eyes, half-open, focused on nothing.

Strax stood up with a sigh, approached her, and lifted her carefully. She didn’t protest. Her body was limp, like that of a sleeping child. He carried her to the adjoining room, pushing the door open with his shoulder. Inside, the room was simple: a bed, a chair, a half-open window.

He laid her gently on the sheets, removing her shoes and pulling a thin blanket up to her shoulders. Cristine let out a faint moan, turning on her side almost instinctively. Strax stood for a moment watching her, his face now calm, devoid of the tension he had carried moments before.

“You talk too much when you drink,” he murmured, almost smiling. “But at least this time you didn’t try to punch me.”

He closed the door with a soft click as he left.

Back in the hall, Yennifer was asleep in an armchair near the fireplace. Her legs were tucked under her body, her face slightly illuminated by the orange glow of the fire. Her golden-pink hair fell untidily over her face, and her breathing was slow, almost imperceptible.

Strax didn’t bother to look too closely. He just walked past her and sat down in the armchair opposite, sinking into the worn upholstery.

For a few minutes, he sat in silence, staring at the dying embers in the heart of the fireplace. His thoughts swirled in a disorderly spiral. Every memory of the tower, the bodies, the twisted magic… was accompanied by questions to which he had no answers.

He leaned back in the armchair, his head tilting back slightly.

There was an uncomfortable buzzing in the back of his mind. It wasn’t a sound. It wasn’t pain. It was more like… a presence. Something that had been following him since the tower. Since he had felt that pulsing energy under the stone, that vibration in the ground—as if something had looked at him, without eyes.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to clear his mind. A few hours had passed, but he felt something… freёweɓnovel_com

He opened his eyes, feeling something warm and wet on his groin. Looking down, he found Yennifer… She was in her full demonic form. Red skin, golden eyes, horns, the whole package, and…

She was… sucking his cock… which was already completely hard.

She stared at him with a provocative look, her horns glistening in the light of the fireplace flames. Her forked tongue ran along the length of Strax’s penis, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

“What… what are you doing?” Strax stammered, surprised by the situation.

Yennifer smiled mischievously around his member. “I’m enjoying the evening, Master,” she said before diving her face between Strax’s legs again.

“E-hey… Hmnn!” Strax couldn’t help but moan as Yennifer took him deeper into her mouth. Her demonic skill made him feel unsurpassed pleasure. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, letting Yennifer take his desire as far as she wanted.

“W-why are you-” Strax tried to speak, but she sucked even harder.

She then, seeing him defenseless, raised her eyes, still with Strax’s member in her mouth. “I suddenly got really horny, then I saw you,” she said, pulling down Strax’s pants. “Master… Take me… Please…” She said, tapping his cock on her cheek.

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