Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 664: Breeding

Chapter 664 – Breeding

Mira trembled under him, her breath hitching as her leg flexed around his shoulder. Her hands gripped the sheets. Her body was open, inviting, soaked with anticipation, and Lux was so hard it almost hurt.

He brushed his tip along her folds, teasing her, dragging a moan from her throat.

His voice dropped, deep and dangerous.

"You want this?"

Mira nodded, eyes wide, cheeks burning.

He grinned, slow and wicked.

"Good. Because now, I’m not stopping."

And then...

He pushed inside.

Mira gasped, her body arching as his cock filled her inch by inch, stretching her open with heat and hunger. Her fingers clawed at the silk sheets as Lux let out a guttural sound, not just a groan, but a sound that rumbled from deep in his chest. A growl. Feral.

Because that’s what he was now.

Not just the CFO. Not the son of Zavros.

But a demon.

An incubus.

Her incubus.

Something inside Lux cracked wide open as her walls clenched around him. His eyes flashed molten gold, glowing brighter with every pulse of pleasure. His breath hitched and then...

[Incubus Pheromones: MAXED]

[Warning: Lust Aura 100% saturation]

[You are horny. Please be careful and keep your head straight.]

"Too late for that," Lux muttered through clenched teeth.

The system was screaming at him to slow down. To stay grounded.

But Lux couldn’t.

Wouldn’t.

He thrust forward, hard.

Again.

Again.

Mira cried out as her body rocked against the bed, every thrust deeper, rougher, more overwhelming. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, locking him in, but it wasn’t like he’d ever try to leave. Not when he was buried so deep inside her that every breath he took was soaked in her scent.

Yeah, her scent.

His cock throbbed.

Her pussy gripped him like she didn’t want to let go.

And Lux?

He didn’t hold back.

Because right now, his mind was chaos. Heat. Need. Obsession.

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, pressing his body flush against hers, hips pounding with reckless hunger. His lips crashed into hers, raw, possessive, drenched in the promise that this wasn’t just sex anymore.

It was claiming.

Bonding.

Breeding.

Lux groaned against her mouth, his voice ragged. "I want to fill you up, Mira. All of it. Every drop."

She moaned, desperate, legs trembling. "Then do it. I’m yours."

He growled, forehead pressed against hers. "You don’t understand. I need to."

Because gods above, demons below...

The urge to breed her?

It was overwhelming.

Not just instinct. Not just Lust.

This was Greed. The urge to leave a mark so deep even time couldn’t erase it.

His balls tightened. His thrusts got faster, deeper, harder.

And then the thought hit him "How much seed does an incubus even make?"

Too much.

Far too much.

Lux didn’t care.

He wanted to drown her womb in it. Make her body remember him forever. Let the entire mansion hear her scream his name while he pumped her so full she wouldn’t be able to walk straight tomorrow or maybe ever.

"Mira..." he growled again, hips slamming into hers. "You’re gonna take it, right?"

She cried out beneath him, tears in the corners of her eyes from how deep he was.

But her smile?

Wicked. Wanting.

"Make me."

Lux roared.

The kind of roar that shook the air. That felt ancient, infernal, royal. He didn’t even remember moving, just the flash of Mira’s gasp, her wrists suddenly pinned again, her back arching, her legs locked around him, and the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall like percussion to his rhythm.

He fucked her harder.

Because that smile? That challenge?

He couldn’t resist.

His hips pistoned, cock plunging deep again and again, dragging cries from her throat and curses from his lips. His grip was tight but reverent, like he was holding something precious even while wrecking it.

And then...

He moved.

He flipped her onto her side, one leg hooked high over his arm, hips angled to drive deeper, deeper than she thought possible. Mira gasped again, her voice breaking as he thrust in from the side, slow at first, then faster, harder, finding that spot inside her that made her toes curl and her eyes roll back.

"Lux— ah—!"

He smirked against her neck, sweat dripping from his brow.

"That’s it. Scream it louder."

She did.

Then he pulled out again.

Only to flip her onto all fours.

Mira barely had time to breathe before his hand was on her ass, lifting her hips, and his cock was sliding back into her from behind. Her moan hitched into a cry as his pelvis slapped against her ass, the sound obscene and wet and perfect.

The bed creaked.

The sheets twisted beneath them.

His hands gripped her hips, then her waist, then her shoulders, like he couldn’t decide which part of her he wanted to own more. His pace was relentless. Punishing. Feral.

His vision blurred from the rush of endorphins and incubus lust, but he didn’t care.

All he knew was Mira.

Her voice. Her body. Her scent. Her moans that spiraled up into his chest and made his cock throb even harder inside her.

He fucked her like he meant it.

And when she collapsed, panting, hips twitching from overstimulation, he pulled her against his chest, laid her down, and kissed her hard.

"Mira," he whispered, voice hoarse. "I’m not done."

And she smiled, dazed and ruined. "Then don’t be."

He kissed her breast, licked her nipple. His cock twitched, and yeah, he was still hard. Somehow. Even after spilling inside her once. Twice.

Maybe three times?

He lost count.

But his balls were heavy again. Full again.

Greed didn’t rest.

And neither did he.

So he whispered, "Wake him up again."

Mira chuckled weakly, then slid down his chest with trembling arms. She kissed the base of his shaft, licked him clean, sucked gently, and within seconds, he was groaning, his cock twitching, hardening once more.

By dawn?

He was still hard.

And Mira?

Laid out on the bed, her body glowing with sweat, her legs spread open and trembling, her womb soaked in his seed. Her belly felt warm. Full.

Her lips parted in a soft, blissed-out breath.

Lux leaned over her, brushing her hair from her face.

"I should be asleep," he murmured, still panting, "but f*ck... I could go again."

Mira’s fingers touched his chest, too tired to speak.

But the smile on her lips?

Said everything.