Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 616: My Good Elf

Chapter 616 – My Good Elf

As the door closed behind them, the room was quiet again.

Until...

"You sure you wanna go?" Sira asked from the bed, arms folded behind her head, legs tangled in the sheets. Her voice was rough, lazy, but laced with sharp curiosity.

Lux turned his head. "This is the perfect chance to show I’m alive and well."

She raised an eyebrow. "You sure? Asmo’s parties are basically orgy masquerades. You walk in there smelling like us."

Lux gave a lazy smile. "That’s the idea."

Naomi rolled over and snorted. "Figures."

"I won’t sleep around with someone I couldn’t have. Don’t worry about that. But before that..." Lux sighed, dragging a hand down his chest, pausing at the still persistent, still very much hard situation between his legs. "...I need someone to tame this guy."

He pointed directly at his cock, unapologetically bold.

The room collectively groaned or laughed.

"He’s still in revenge mode," Lux added, exasperated but amused.

"I volunteer," Ely said.

Everyone turned.

Ely didn’t even hesitate. She was already sliding off the window ledge, hair a mess, her skin flushed and glowing with post-afterglow heat. Her legs were bare. Her lips were shiny. Her eyes?

Glinting.

"Right," Lux started, trying to get ahead of it. "So... maybe just a little suck to drain the pressure—"

Before he finished that sentence, Ely had already unzipped his pants, her slender fingers moving with lethal, elegant speed.

"Oh fu—"

He didn’t get to finish that either.

She shoved him back onto the bed and dropped onto his lap like a highborn elf riding a royal steed. All grace. All dominance. All wet, tight, slick heat as she slammed herself down on his cock in one perfect motion.

Her moan was high, delicate, and utterly wrecked.

"Agh— f*ck, Ely—" Lux groaned, hands flying to her hips on instinct, trying to steady her. "I said you could suck it—"

"Too late," she hissed, hips already rolling. "I’m not wasting this."

The sound of skin on skin started again.

Wet. Sharp. Echoing.

Lux’s cock twitched deep inside her, stretching her perfectly. She moved like someone who studied this. Like someone who wanted to make a point. And damn, was it working.

Her hands pressed against his chest as she rode him, thighs clenching, her lips parting in breathy curses as she slammed down again. Over and over. Riding him like she was on a mission to milk him of every drop.

He gritted his teeth. His head fell back.

She was tight.

So damn tight.

"I love this," she said breathlessly, rocking her hips in slow, deep circles. "You were dying when I moved in, and then you were too busy to fix whatever that dead uncle of yours did."

"I am busy," Lux growled, thrusting up into her suddenly. Her whole body shuddered, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. "You think infernal economic warfare happens by accident?"

"You think I care?" Ely smirked. "Just cum already."

"Oh yeah?" he smirked, hands gripping her hips harder. "Then take it."

He thrust again, harder, and she screamed.

[System Notification: Critical Thrust Detected]

[Partner Status: Orgasm Imminent]

Lux sat up, arms wrapping around her, locking her against him as he bounced her on his lap now, each movement hitting deeper, messier, louder. Ely’s body writhed, her nails dragging down his back. Her voice cracked. Her thighs trembled.

"Oh, Lux—"

"You wanted to help," he whispered into her ear, lips brushing her neck. "So fucking help. Make me cum. Be my good elf."

Ely whimpered. Shook. Moaned something in Elvish that might’ve been a curse or a prayer or both.

He slammed into her again.

And again.

And again.

Until her whole body tensed.

Tight.

Clenching.

Soaked.

She came.

Hard.

Screaming his name.

And Lux finally let go.

[System Alert: Release Achieved]

[Partner Orgasm Status: MAX SATISFACTION]

[Incubus Trait – Libido Stabilized]

[Stamina Restored. Libido Cycle – Reset Complete.]

His seed flooded her, hot and thick, filling her until it spilled out around his cock, down his balls, soaking both of them.

Ely collapsed against his chest, panting hard.

He held her there.

Breathing.

Sweating.

Throbbing.

Then finally...

"...Thank you," Lux said quietly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Ely groaned. "You owe me. That was a workout."

"I’ll make it up to you," he murmured, carefully easing her off his lap and laying her back on the bed. His cock, finally softening, twitched once more, but he ignored it. For now.

He stood up.

Stretched.

His body was covered in dried sweat, glittering hickeys, lipstick, bite marks, claw lines, and fluids that were definitely not from just one partner.

He looked like sin incarnate.

And still?

He had to go to a political gala.

"Alright," he muttered. "Time to clean up."

He grabbed the towel from the foot of the bed, wiped off the worst of the mess, and headed toward the en suite shower.

Steam hissed seconds later, filling the air.

The water was hot. Blissfully hot. He let it beat down on him, hissing as it touched some of the more sensitive scratches. But the heat helped. It soothed his muscles. Washed away the sex. The scent. The chaos.

For a moment?

He just stood there.

Eyes closed.

Breathing.

Letting himself just be.

But not for long.

He had a gala to crash.

And a reputation to maintain.

After all, what was the point of being the Crown Prince of Greed and Lust if people forgot what kind of power he held?

He stepped out of the shower.

Steam trailing down his toned, marked-up body.

Hair wet. Eyes sharp.

He dressed fast. Tight black pants. Shirt half opened since they needed to see why he had vanished. Gold-accented infernal jacket over his shoulders. No tie. Necklace low on his chest. Greed sigil glowing faintly near his heart. His horns polished. His tail flicked once, lazy and confident.

He looked like what he was.

A devil.

A CFO.

A problem.

And tonight?

He was going to remind everyone that Lux Vaelthorn didn’t vanish.

He simply got busy.