Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 614: That’s Consent

Chapter 614 – That’s Consent

His cock pulsed.

His seed flooded her again.

So much that it leaked before he even pulled out.

Sira’s legs twitched. Her hands went limp. Her head lolled back, pride and sass completely destroyed in one glorious, creamy burst.

Lux stayed there, panting over her, sweat dripping from his temple to hers.

His arms trembled.

But not from exhaustion.

No.

He was still hard.

Still throbbing.

Still ready.

He looked around the room.

Lullaby... still asleep.

Naomi... shifting slightly under a ruined blanket, her lips moving like she was dreaming of something dirty.

Mira’s tail twitched in her sleep.

Ely stretched, yawned, and...

Her eyes opened.

Their gazes met.

She blinked.

Then looked at Sira.

Then at him.

Then... at his still-hard cock.

She blushed. Sat up. Covered herself with the nearest pillow.

"...don’t you ever get tired?" she whispered.

Lux tilted his head.

Grinned.

"Nope."

[Warning: Hydration Low – Sex Drive High]

[Mental State: Feral]

He climbed off Sira slowly. Her body slumped, twitching, full of seed and barely conscious. He grabbed a nearby towel and wiped the sweat off his neck.

Then stretched.

Muscles rippling.

Cock still hard.

Still leaking.

Still twitching.

He looked at Ely.

Then pointed.

"You’re next."

Ely choked. "W-What—?!"

"You stared. That’s consent."

"That’s NOT how consent works—!"

He Shadow Stepped.

One second, he was near Sira.

The next?

He was beside Ely.

Pillow flying.

Pillow caught.

Pillow thrown across the room.

Ely squeaked as his arms wrapped around her waist, dragging her bare legs onto his lap.

"You don’t have to do anything," he whispered, voice low and teasing. "You can just sit there. Let me taste you. Let me kiss you until you scream."

Her face turned crimson. "T-Taste?!"

His fingers slid down.

Found her already wet.

"Oh..."

"Traitorous elf body," he teased.

"I hate you," Ely snapped, cheeks flushed with a heat that betrayed her words.

Lux chuckled, low and rough, the sound curling along her spine. "Do you?"

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against the curve of her ear. "Tell me if you don’t want it," he murmured, voice softer now... no less dangerous, but something else woven in. Permission. Power offered like a loaded gift.

Ely froze.

He felt it, the tension in her back, the war flickering behind her eyes. They’d done this before. Again and again. She’d taken him into her mouth, her body, her thoughts. She’d moaned his name, clawed at his back, bit his neck like she owned it. She knew his scent, his taste, the weight of his gaze when it burned straight through her soul.

But still.

The question made her pause.

Because the answer wasn’t about sex. Not really.

It was about want.

And she wanted him. Still. After all of it.

Her breath caught in her throat. Her body trembled, not from fear, but from craving.

Lux didn’t move.

Didn’t rush her.

His lips only brushed her collarbone, slow and maddening, his tongue following that path with delicate insistence.

"Come on," he whispered. "Say it. Refuse me if you don’t like it."

She should’ve.

But she didn’t.

Instead, her hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the sharp planes of his muscles like a silent confession.

Her lips parted.

"I..." She blinked. Swallowed. Blushed harder. "You’re addictive."

Lux’s smirk deepened. "That’s not a no."

She closed her eyes, trying to will her heartbeat into something sane.

But he was already there, his hand cupping the back of her neck, his forehead resting lightly against hers. "I’ll stop," he said. "All you have to do is say the word."

Ely opened her eyes.

Looked into his.

And realized, again, how dangerous he was not because of his strength or power, but because he meant it. He would stop. He’d pull back. Even now, when his body practically radiated need, restraint, dominance.

But she didn’t want him to stop.

Not tonight.

Not ever.

"...Don’t," she whispered.

Something primal flickered in his gaze.

He didn’t ask again.

But a sleepy groan interrupted them.

Lullaby, now awake, peeked out from the pillow pile.

"...Lux?" she mumbled. "I’m hungry..."

He blinked.

Paused.

Then looked at the room.

Bodies. Fluids. Sweat. Ruined furniture.

His own cock still rock hard.

"Right," he muttered. "Maybe water first."

He exhaled.

Looked up.

And clapped twice.

The sound wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It carried authority the way gravity carried inevitability.

"Lyra."

She came like a shadow slipping out of another shadow. No sound. No warning. One moment the corner near the door was empty, the next she was there, kneeling with her head bowed, hair tied neatly behind her back, eyes respectfully lowered.

"Yes, my lord."

Her voice was calm. Neutral. Entirely unfazed by the absolute state of the room.

Lux dragged a hand through his messy hair, fingers catching briefly on dried lipstick and sweat. The scent in the air was thick. Sex. Salt. Infernal musk. Sweet perfume. Dragon heat. Kraken ozone. Elf pollen. It clung to his lungs when he breathed, heavy and intoxicating.

"I need food for them," he said, gesturing vaguely around the room where his girls were sprawled like fallen gods after a war they absolutely did not regret. "Actual food. Warm. Something with carbs. Protein. And fruits. Lots of fruits."

Lyra nodded once, already cataloging.

"And Infernal Electrolyte Boost for me," Lux added, rolling his shoulders. His body hummed, overstimulated and hungry in a way that had nothing to do with food. "The strong one."

Lyra hesitated.

Just a fraction.

"We still have a long way," Lux finished, tone casual but eyes sharp.

Lyra lifted her gaze slightly then, just enough to meet his chest, not his eyes. "You still want to continue, my lord?"

Lux snorted quietly. "Look at me."

She did not look at his face. She looked at his body.

The marks. The bites. The scratches. The way his cock was still hard and unapologetic, resting heavy against his thigh. The way his aura hadn’t dimmed even a little. If anything, it had deepened, Greed and Lust coiling tighter together, satisfied but far from done.

She swallowed.

Then, carefully, "Lord Eros has arrived."

That did it.