Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 586: Three Girls and An Incubus [Part 6]

Chapter 586 – Three Girls and An Incubus [Part 6]

And Ely?

Ely just moved again. She didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Her whole body screamed more. Her hands braced against his chest. Her back arched. Her body claimed him over and over, rhythm turning desperate again. She needed his voice. His hands. His eyes on her. All of him.

Lux let out a low, ragged breath.

Then he grinned.

It wasn’t the soft, amused grin of earlier.

No.

This one was dangerous.

Incubus.

Royal.

Real.

He didn’t ask for permission. He didn’t need to. His hands slid to Ely’s waist and gripped tight. Tight enough that she gasped. And when his hips started to move again, meeting her pace, matching her desperate rhythm with a force of his own, her voice cracked into a high, startled moan.

"Fine," he said, eyes gleaming with something dark. "Let’s play."

Ely cried out. Not in pain. In shock. In overwhelmed ecstasy as his grip guided her, overpowered her, made her feel everything all at once. Her breath caught every time his hips met hers. She clutched at his chest like she was going to drown in heat. Her thighs ached, but she didn’t want to stop.

He rolled his hips just right, and she shook. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Her vision blurred. Her body melted. The table creaked violently beneath them, magic flashing across the surface in warning.

"Lux—!"

"That’s right," he growled, his voice thick with heat and sin. "Say my name."

Sira laughed low, sliding one hand across Ely’s lower back, fingers teasing the curve of her hips. "She’s not saying it. She’s chanting it."

Ely didn’t care.

She moaned louder when Lux pushed up into her again, rougher now, faster, chasing her body’s every twitch, every scream for more. His breath came harder. His hands were everywhere. One slid to her chest. The other traced the curve of her thigh.

Lullaby was already kissing his stomach now, dragging her lips along the muscles flexing from his effort. "So noisy," she whispered with a dreamy smile. "So much heat..."

"You feel that, Ely?" Lux murmured, mouth close to her throat now, his voice a sinful rumble. "That craving inside you? That need to move? That burn that won’t go away?"

She nodded, frantic, gasping into his neck. "Yes— Yes—"

"That’s me," he growled. "That’s my mark on you."

Her whole body snapped. Her legs shook. Her back arched again. She screamed his name like a curse and a prayer, head falling back as her body clenched around him with impossible tightness.

He grunted, then flipped them.

It happened in a single breath. One moment, she was riding him. The next, he was above her, looming, eyes wild, mouth flushed, chest heaving as he stared down at her with a grin that could ruin empires.

Her legs were still hooked around his waist. Her hands gripped the edges of the table. She blinked up at him, dazed and hungry.

"You said you wanted to play," she whispered.

"I am," he growled.

And then he moved again. Harder. Deeper.

Ely choked on a moan and lost herself all over again.

Sira leaned in from the side and kissed Lux’s jaw, her voice low and heated. "Don’t forget about me." She trailed her hand along his arm, nails scratching gently, dragging heat in her wake. "I’ve been so patient."

Lux didn’t stop moving inside Ely. "Then you can keep waiting," he growled. "She needs this."

Ely gasped at those words.

He wasn’t saying she was weak.

He was saying she was chosen.

Lullaby giggled against his ribs. "That’s not very fair sharing, Lux..."

He glanced down at Ely, kissed her again, then whispered, "I’ll make it up to them. Later."

Ely couldn’t speak anymore. She didn’t even know what words were. Her entire being was filled with him, his scent, his skin, his heat, his power.

And for the first time in her life, she didn’t mind being overwhelmed.

She craved it.

She wanted to drown in him forever.

She wanted the fire.

Time stopped making sense somewhere between the second shattered goblet and the third piece of furniture that gave up trying to stay dignified. Velvet cushions were tossed aside and never recovered. Silken table clothes were twisted, knotted, dragged halfway across the floor. Wine stained marble like dark fingerprints, pooling where no one bothered to clean it. Sweet sauces dried in lazy streaks along the table and the edge of the couch.

The sounds never really stopped.

Moans bled into laughter. Laughter dissolved into breathless gasps. The air stayed thick, heavy with warmth and scent, the kind that clung to skin and hair long after bodies finally slowed. Ely’s voice had cracked early and never fully recovered, reduced to soft, broken sounds that slipped out whenever sensation crested too high again.

Sira’s was sharper, teasing, sometimes breathless despite her pride. Lullaby’s drifted in and out like a sleepy melody, humming, sighing, murmuring Lux’s name like it was a lullaby of its own.

Lux bore the marks of it all.

Faint scratches down his chest and shoulders. Bite marks blooming dark along his collarbone and neck. A smudge of dried wine across his ribs that no one ever bothered to wipe away. His hair was a mess, his usual composed elegance completely undone, replaced by something more dangerous and real. He looked like someone who had been thoroughly used and enjoyed every second of it.

The girls weren’t untouched either.

Ely’s skin was flushed, dotted with faint bruises she would later trace with wonder and disbelief. Her hair clung to her neck, damp with sweat, her body loose and pliant like she’d finally learned how to exist without holding herself rigid.

Sira wore her marks like trophies, chin lifted even as she leaned into Lux’s side. Lullaby was practically draped over him, limbs tangled, face peaceful in the aftermath.

By the time the light outside shifted and evening crept in through the tall windows, they were a quiet mess of bodies and heat. The room smelled like sex, wine, sweetness, and something deeper. Something claimed.