Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 830: Ouroboros wants attention (R-18)

The room was silent, illuminated only by the soft light filtering through the tall windows, casting tranquil shadows across the walls. Strax sat relaxed on the edge of the wide bed, while Ouroboros occupied his lap as if it were the most natural place in the world. Her arms were around his neck, her face pressed against his skin as her lips slowly traced the side of his neck in lazy kisses, sometimes pressing a little harder as if rediscovering something she knew very well.

Strax let out a small sigh as he felt her teeth lightly brush against his skin, Ouroboros’s warm breath mingling with the comfortable silence of the room. His hands rested naturally on her waist, his fingers tracing slow circles as he watched her dark hair fall like a curtain over her shoulders.

Ouroboros lifted her face just enough to look at him, her eyes sparkling with that old humor that always appeared when she was particularly pleased with herself. A small smile appeared on her lips before she rested her face against his neck again, pressing another kiss there.

"I missed this."

Her voice was low, almost too pleased with herself as she continued to occupy the space between his neck and shoulder as if she had decided that this territory was now exclusively hers.

"I missed being obsessive with you alone."

Strax let out a small chuckle through his nose, tilting his head slightly to the side as he felt her kisses continue with deliberate calm. He seemed completely comfortable with her weight on his lap, as if that closeness was simply a natural part of their routine.

"You talk like it’s something rare."

Ouroboros looked up again, arching an eyebrow as her fingers moved slowly across his shoulders.

"It is rare."

She paused briefly, observing his face for a moment before adding a playful smile.

"After all, you’re always surrounded by women."

Strax shrugged calmly, his expression nonchalant as if it were simply an unavoidable fact of his existence.

"It’s not my fault if I’m popular."

Ouroboros looked at him for a few seconds. Then she laughed.

It wasn’t a loud laugh. It was more of an amused, almost indulgent reaction, like someone who had already expected exactly that response. She moved closer to him again, briefly touching her forehead to his before sliding her lips back down the line of his neck, as if she had decided to continue exactly where she had left off.

"It’s been a while since you’ve worn a new skirt."

The sentence came out with a light, playful tease as she distractedly ran her fingers across his chest, as if commenting on something completely casual.

Strax raised an eyebrow at that, looking at her with a small smile slowly appearing.

"Is that a complaint?"

Ouroboros shook her head slowly, her dark hair moving slightly with the gesture as she looked up at him again.

"No."

She seemed genuinely pleased.

"Actually, I’m glad you’ve calmed down."

Her fingers moved calmly along his arm as she spoke, like someone completely comfortable with the moment.

"Now you can focus on me a little."

Strax looked at her for a few seconds, the smile on his lips becoming a little more evident as he observed the carefree way Ouroboros said it. There was no real demand in her voice, just that old confidence of someone who knew exactly where she stood.

He then brought her face a little closer with one hand, observing her eyes with that tranquil expression that always appeared when he was genuinely relaxed.

"You’ve always had my focus."

Ouroboros held his gaze for a whole moment.

Then she smiled again.

A slow, satisfied smile, as if she had just heard exactly the answer she wanted.

She rested her face against his neck again, resuming the kisses with deliberate calmness while murmuring almost lazily against his skin.

"Great."

Her arms tightened slightly around his neck as she settled more comfortably in his lap, clearly with no intention of leaving anytime soon.

"Because I intend to enjoy this."

Strax slid his hands down Ouroboros’s back, feeling the curve of her spine through the thin fabric of her dress. His fingers found the clasp of her dress, and with a smooth movement, he undid it. The fabric fell slowly from her shoulders, revealing her smooth skin illuminated by the soft light of the room.

Ouroboros didn’t move, only arched her back slightly, allowing the dress to slide down to her waist. Her eyes remained closed as she felt Strax’s hands exploring her now-bare skin, his fingers tracing fiery lines wherever they went.

"You’ve always been impatient," she murmured, opening her eyes to see him with a look heavy with desire.

"And you’ve always been too tempting to wait," Strax replied, his voice lower now, laden with an intensity that hadn’t been there before.

He gently lifted her, laying her down on the wide bed as he positioned himself above her. Ouroboros pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a deep, voracious kiss that spoke of all the unspoken longings. Their tongues intertwined, and her hands buried themselves in his hair, keeping him close.

Strax broke the kiss to trace her body with his mouth, starting at the neck he had kissed before, moving down to her chest, where his lips met her breasts. Ouroboros arched her back, a sigh escaping her lips as he took a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking with a devotion that made his fingers clench into the sheets.

While his mouth worked on one breast, his hand slid down her body, past her smooth stomach until it found the warm wetness between her legs. Ouroboros moaned as his fingers touched her clitoris, a low, husky sound that seemed to echo in the silent room.

"Strax," she breathed, her name coming out as a plea and an affirmation at the same time.

He kissed her again, silencing any other words as his fingers began a slow, deliberate rhythm, exploring every fold, every curve, until they found the spot that made her shudder. Ouroboros broke the kiss, throwing her head back as the sensations washed over her. Her hips began to move in rhythm with his hand, seeking more pressure, more contact.

Strax watched her face transformed by pleasure, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, and felt a wave of possession so intense it almost surprised him. He quickly removed his own clothes, throwing them to the floor before positioning himself between her open legs.

Ouroboros opened her eyes when she felt the tip of his member pressing against her entrance. Their gazes met, and in that silent moment, their entire history—all the obsession, all the possession, all the complicated intimacy—passed between them without words.

Then he entered her, slowly, filling her completely. They both let out a synchronized moan, the sound of perfect union. Strax stopped when he was fully inside, feeling her body adjust to his, squeezing him in a way only she could.

"Mine," Ouroboros murmured, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging lightly into his skin.

"Yours," he confirmed, beginning to move.

The rhythm began slow, almost torturous, each movement deliberate and deep. Ouroboros wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. Their bodies met in a familiar ballet, each movement perfect as if they were born for it. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The room filled with the sound of their panting breaths, with the low moans escaping Ouroboros’s lips each time Strax hit the right spot inside her. Her hands roamed his body—back, shoulders, hair—as if she wanted to memorize every inch of him in that moment.

Strax increased the pace, his thighs slapping against hers with a wet sound that only heightened the intensity of the moment. He kissed her again, a desperate, hungry kiss that spoke of the need that had always existed between them.

"I want to hear you," he whispered against her lips. "I want to hear how you are mine."

Ouroboros, normally so controlled, let out a loud moan as he shifted the angle, hitting a deeper spot. His fingers dug into her back, marking it as hers as waves of pleasure began to build at her center.

"Strax," she moaned, her body beginning to tremble beneath him. "Now."

He felt her inner muscles begin to tighten around him and knew she was close. With one last deep thrust, he pushed her into the abyss. Ouroboros screamed his name as the orgasm hit her, her body arching violently on the bed, trembling with the intensity of the release.

Seeing her lose control—something so rare for her—was what drove Strax to the edge. With a few quick, deep thrusts, he followed her, exploding inside her with a hoarse groan that was both triumph and surrender.

For long minutes, they remained intertwined, their heavy breathing filling the silence of the room. Sweat cooled on their skin as reality slowly returned.

Strax slid to the side, but kept his arms around her, pulling her against his body. Ouroboros nestled against his chest, her face once again hidden in his neck, just as before.

"Don’t get too used to the peace," she murmured, her lips forming the words against his skin. "Tomorrow I might want to share you again."

Strax chuckled softly, the vibration in his chest mingling with her body.

"I never get used to it," he replied, running a hand through her hair. "That’s why I always come back to you."

Ouroboros smiled against his skin, content, possessive, and completely at home in his arms.