Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 583: Three Girls and An Incubus [Part 3]

Lullaby moved like someone dreaming.

Slow at first. Too slow. Like the world hadn't caught up yet. Her hands pressed to his chest, fingers curling against his skin like she needed to hold on to something real, something grounding, something him.

Lux's breath hitched.

She moved, like gravity didn't apply to her but he did. Like every time her body dropped, it was just to find him again. He could feel her shaking, not from fear or pain, but from too much. Too much feeling. Too much heat. Too much of him inside her.

Her moan cracked.

"Ah… Lux~"

It wasn't just his name.

It was a prayer. A surrender. A sleepwalker hitting the edge of sensation and realizing the dream could feel this real.

He groaned in response, low and hoarse, burying his face against her neck as his hands gripped her waist. Not to guide. Not to dominate. Just to anchor himself to the moment, to her, to the impossible warmth wrapping around him like she'd been made to hold him like this.

"Lullaby," he rasped, voice breaking open.

She gasped.

Her head tilted back, hair cascading down her spine. Her cheeks were flushed, mouth parted, brows drawn tight… not in pain, but in that sharp-edged place where pleasure folds into something unbearable. Something holy.

Lux kissed her.

Not her lips at first.

Her jaw.

Her throat.

The little space beneath her ear where her pulse beat like a hummingbird caught in her chest.

Her body shuddered.

Not once.

Not gently.

But all at once, like a breath she had been holding her entire life finally escaped her.

"Ahn~" She came. Her hands clenched in his shoulders. Her back arched. A sound slipped from her lips that wasn't quite a moan and wasn't quite a sob either. It was softer than either. Fragile. Full.

And then she collapsed into him.

Warm.

Loose.

Spent in the way only someone overwhelmed rather than emptied could be.

Lux held her through it. Rocked her gently as her breathing slowly evened out. He pressed kiss after kiss to her temples, her cheeks, the corners of her eyes where tears clung like dew.

They weren't sad tears.

They were the kind that came when something too big finally found release.

"You okay?" he murmured.

She nodded against his chest, smiling drowsily.

"So warm…" she whispered. "Lux… you're so warm."

He chuckled quietly, still breathless himself. "You're the one who did that."

Lullaby lifted her head just enough to look at him, eyes hazy but bright. "Mmm. Guess I'm good at cuddling."

She shifted slightly, carefully, like she was suddenly very aware of the world again. Her fingers brushed the table, the velvet runner, the sticky sweetness of spilled sauce and wine.

"I think," she giggled softly, cheeks pink, "I might have finished first."

Lux exhaled slowly, smile crooked and indulgent. "Yeah. You did."

She hummed proudly, then glanced past him.

At Ely.

Ely hadn't moved.

She sat there like she'd been rooted to the floor, eyes wide, lips parted, chest rising and falling too fast. Her body was flushed from neck to thighs, skin glowing under the palace lights, breath trembling like she'd just run a marathon without moving an inch.

Lullaby noticed immediately.

"Oh," she said, soft and amused. "It's her turn now, isn't it?"

Ely startled. "I—"

Lullaby shifted carefully off Lux's lap, planting her feet on the floor and stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied sigh. She glanced back at Lux, then down at herself, then smiled brightly.

She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Lux's cheek before toddling off, humming happily as she curled into the cushions. Yeah, with her virginity blood on her tights.

The room felt quieter without her warmth wrapped around him.

Lux sat up.

Slowly.

Unhurried.

His body still radiated heat, breath still deep and steady, skin flushed from the intensity of the moment. He wiped a hand over his face, then turned his attention fully to Ely.

She froze.

Lux smiled.

Not sharp. Not predatory.

Inviting.

"Come here," he said softly.

Her legs obeyed before her mind caught up.

She approached him slowly, every step echoing too loudly in her ears. The scent of him hit her harder now without Lullaby between them. Warm musk. Sweet wine. That unmistakable pull that made her thighs tense and her breath hitch.

Lux reached out and took her hand.

She gasped at the contact.

"You don't have to rush," he said. "You don't have to perform. You don't have to be anything but honest."

Ely swallowed. "I feel… strange."

He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Good strange?"

She nodded. "Very."

He drew her closer until she stood between his knees. His hands slid to her hips, thumbs brushing slow, reassuring circles.

"You've been watching this whole time," he murmured. "Tell me what you're thinking."

Her voice shook. "I feel like my body already decided before my head did."

Lux smiled knowingly. "That's instinct. Elves have strong ones."

Her cheeks burned. "I'm already… sensitive. Everywhere."

His thumbs traced just slightly inward, testing, not crossing lines. She shuddered.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "I can tell."

He leaned forward and kissed her.

Softly.

At first.

Just lips. No rush. No pressure. Letting her feel the shape of him, the warmth of his breath, the steadiness of his presence.

"I'm still hard, Ely…"

Ely melted.

Her hands came up, tentative, then firmer, fingers curling into his shoulders like she was afraid she might drift away if she didn't anchor herself.

Lux deepened the kiss slowly, guiding rather than taking. When she made a small sound against his mouth, he pulled back just enough to breathe.

"You taste like wine and curiosity," he murmured.

She laughed breathlessly. "Is that bad?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"It's intoxicating."

His hands moved again, lower now, exploring her sides, her waist, the curve of her back. Every touch sent sparks through her nerves, heat pooling low in her belly in a way that made her thighs press together instinctively.

"I feel… slippery," she whispered, embarrassed.