Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 632: Very Awake

Chapter 632 – Very Awake

His pants were next.

And when he freed himself, cock thick and pulsing, it bounced against her slick folds and made her whole body flinch.

She looked down.

Eyes wide.

Lips parted.

"...oh," she whispered.

Lux grinned. "Still sleepy?"

She nodded slowly.

He pressed the head of his cock against her clit and rolled his hips just once.

She screamed. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Then shook her head frantically. "N-no. No. Awake. Very awake—!"

He kissed her again. Rougher. Hungrier. His hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her still while his hips ground into her again, letting her feel the length of him tease her slit, her folds, her entrance, never quite pushing in, just letting her need build.

Her tail wrapped tighter.

Her nails dug into his back.

"Please," she whispered, "please give it to me. I can’t take it anymore—"

Lux pressed his forehead to hers, breath shallow. "You want it?"

"Yes," she begged. "I want my bunny... my sexy, mean bunny... inside me—"

That was all it took.

He slammed in.

One thrust. All of him. Bottomed out.

She choked on her moan, whole body jerking, thighs locking around his waist like she never wanted to let go.

And Lux, Lux just groaned, low and deep, feeling her stretch around him, tight and hot and perfect.

"F*ck... you’re squeezing me like you’ve been dreaming about this for days. We just did it yesterday."

She cried out.

He pulled back. Thrust again.

She saw stars.

Her body arched, her shirt riding up to reveal flushed skin, soft breasts, her nipples hard beneath the thin fabric. Lux grabbed the shirt, pulled it up and off, and tossed it somewhere with a flick of his hand.

Now she was naked.

Beneath him.

Glowing.

And his.

[Partner synced – Lullaby]

[Lust Buffs Applied – Sloth Variant: Dreamshock]

[Effect: Every thrust will pulse micro-dream feedback loops through target’s pleasure nerves]

He didn’t hold back.

Lux fucked her.

Hard. Slow at first, just to make her feel every inch. But that didn’t last. Her tail kept stroking the base of his cock as he moved, kept milking him, and her whimpers only drove him harder.

She was drooling, babbling, hands in his hair, then clawing at his back, then grabbing the sheets.

"Lux~! Mmh... too much— I’m gonna—!"

He slammed in again, and again, each thrust wet and deep and perfect. The sound of her soaked pussy meeting his hips filled the room, lewd and obscene and beautiful.

"You wanted this," he growled. "You asked for this with that tail of yours. Now you take it."

"I’m taking it—!" she gasped, eyes rolling. "I love it~"

Her orgasm slammed into her like a crashing wave, tail curling tight, body shaking, pussy clenching around him so hard he almost lost it right then.

But Lux was too greedy.

Too hungry.

He didn’t stop.

Not until she begged.

And even then?

He flipped her over.

Grabbed her hips.

And took her again.

Because yeah...

F*ck coffee.

This was better than caffeine.

This was his breakfast.

And she was still dreaming of him.

Lux barely remembered how many times he’d bottomed out inside her by the time the first wave finally broke. His body moved on instinct, on rhythm, on that deep incubus hunger that didn’t know how to stop once it started. Especially not now. Not after recovery. Not after the system update. Not after weeks of tension and violence and restraint snapping all at once.

Lullaby came first. Hard.

Her whole body locked up beneath him, back arching, mouth open in a soundless cry before it shattered into broken moans. Her tail clenched tight around his hips, then spasmed, dream-mana spilling into the air in soft glowing pulses that made the room feel warm and heavy, like the inside of a half-remembered fantasy.

Lux groaned when he felt it. When he felt her clench around him, tight and desperate and greedy in her own way. His thrusts stuttered, then turned rough again, chasing the feeling, chasing her through it instead of pulling back.

"Lux—Lux—" she whimpered, fingers clawing at the sheets. "I can’t— I already—"

"I know," he breathed, voice rough, almost feral. "I felt it."

He didn’t slow.

Because that was the problem with incubus blood.

One round was never enough.

Especially when he was fully healed. Especially when his core was stable again. Especially when his instincts weren’t fighting pain or damage or restraint anymore. They were hungry. They wanted to take. To fill. To mark.

His orgasm slammed into him a heartbeat later.

He cursed, low and broken, hips snapping forward as he buried himself as deep as he could go and came hard. Hot. Unapologetic. He didn’t pull out. Didn’t even think about it. Just stayed there, teeth clenched, breath shaking as he spilled into her, pulse after pulse, the heat of it making her gasp all over again.

She whimpered when she felt it. Soft. Overwhelmed.

"So warm..." she murmured, half-lost again.

Lux stayed there until the last tremor passed, forehead pressed to the mattress beside her head, breathing hard. His tail flicked once in irritation, then settled. His wings twitched faintly, phantom-sensation echoing down his spine.

He thought that would be it.

It wasn’t.

Because when he finally pulled back slightly, still inside her, still hardening again almost immediately, Lullaby shifted. Her eyes fluttered open, slow and hazy, pupils blown wide. She looked wrecked. Glowing. Beautiful in that soft, dreamy way only Sloth’s daughter ever was.

She smiled at him. Sleepy. Possessive.

"...again?" she asked quietly.

Lux stared at her for half a second.

Then laughed.

A real laugh. Low and breathless and a little unhinged.

"You’re dangerous," he told her.

She reached up, fingers curling around his wrist, pulling him back toward her. Her tail tightened again, lazy but deliberate this time, brushing against him with intent.

"I like you dangerous," she whispered.

That did it.

He leaned back down and kissed her, slow and deep this time, letting her feel him harden again against her stomach. She gasped into his mouth, thighs shifting, already opening for him without thinking.