Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

He groaned—a deep, unguarded sound—and for a moment, their eyes locked.

They both laughed then—low, dark, knowing laughs that belonged to two demons who understood exactly what they were doing.

"You're enjoying this," he said, voice low.

"So are you," she shot back, her smirk shaky but still there.

"Oh, very much."

His fingers pressed harder, and her hips jerked under him.

He was still in pain—she could see it in the way his jaw tightened, the way his breath sometimes hitched—but instead of dampening the heat, it seemed to sharpen it.

There was something intoxicating about the fact that even hurt, Lux Vaelthorn was still the one in control, still the one making her lose composure.

And Pride? Pride liked that far too much.

She liked the way his eyes stayed locked on her like she was prey and prize at the same time. She liked the way his touch wasn't frantic, wasn't needy—just deliberate. Measured. As if every single second he spent on her was part of some private claim only he understood.

Then Lux shifted.

The smirk he gave her before moving was the kind that made a demoness's stomach twist and her thighs press together—slow, knowing, a little bit cruel. He moved down her body with the kind of grace that should've been reserved for temples and altars, his hands sliding along her hips like he was memorizing them.

And then… he went lower.

Sira's breath caught. Her thighs twitched in reflex. His hands pushed them gently apart—no force, just pressure, as if reminding her he could keep them there as long as he wanted.

The air down there was warmer from the fire, and she swore she could feel every faint brush of it against her already too-sensitive skin. His mouth hovered for a heartbeat that felt like an eternity, and then—

"Oh," she exhaled, her voice betraying her before her pride could stop it.

Lux's lips closed over her lower ones in a slow, deliberate kiss, the kind that made her toes curl. The first swirl of his tongue was lazy, exploratory, tasting her like a fine wine instead of devouring her right away. And damn it, that was worse. That was better.

She moaned—quiet at first, but it grew, that soft sound turning into something far less contained. "F—f*ck…"

Lux smirked against her. She felt it. The bastard was smiling while he sucked her.

Her thighs wanted to close, but his hands were there—steady, warm, keeping her open just enough for him to work. And work he did. His tongue wasn't just moving; it was dancing, tracing patterns that felt deliberate, chaotic, and wicked all at once. Every flick made her hips jerk despite her best effort to stay still.

"F-F*ck… Lux…" she gasped again, her fingers tangling into his hair on instinct. She didn't even like the idea of grabbing someone's hair during this, but here she was, gripping him like her pride depended on it.

Her walls clenched when his tongue pressed deeper, the wet heat of him sliding inside before retreating to tease her again. He was relentless, switching pace every time she started to adjust, forcing her body to chase after sensations it had never known before.

Her nipples hardened under the heat of it, aching in a way she couldn't ignore. He hadn't even touched them much, but she swore they were begging for it. It was humiliating—Pride, reduced to squirming because some half-incubus decided to go wild between her legs.

"Oh~" she moaned—though it sounded more like she sang it, the sound catching somewhere between bliss and disbelief.

Every sense she had was on overdrive now—the scent of the fire-smoke and faint spice from the incense, the way her own taste was mingled with his breath, the silk under her back, the faint scrape of his stubble against her thighs. Even the sound of him—low, wet, indecent—was enough to make her pulse pound in her ears.

She could feel it building, that dangerous, tightening coil low in her belly. She knew what was coming if she let him keep going.

No.

Absolutely not. Pride didn't break first. Not when it was her first time, not when it was him.

So she forced her voice out, trying for casual but hitting somewhere closer to breathless. "Let me taste your cock."

His movements slowed, just for a beat. He lifted his head enough for her to see the faint gleam in his eyes—mischief, calculation, interest.

"You want me to stop?" he asked, voice low, smug.

"No," she said quickly, then cleared her throat to make it sound deliberate. "I want to make you come first."

Lux chuckled—a deep, dark sound that rolled through her in a way she wasn't prepared for. "Oh, is that the plan?"

She smirked, because smirking was safer than admitting her plan had a gaping flaw. "That's the plan."

"Fine," he said, but instead of moving away like she expected, he shifted. One smooth, controlled motion, and suddenly his legs were straddling her head while he stayed right where he was between her thighs.

She blinked. "Lux—"

"Sixty-nine," he said, that grin widening. "We both win. Or…" his eyes gleamed, "…we see who breaks first."

Lux shifted his position and turned around, placing his legs on either side of her head, the heat of him radiating down against her chest and face.

Up close, his cock was even more intimidating—thick, heavy, the skin hot and smooth, veins running along its length like dark lines of temptation. The head was flushed, slick with a bead of precum that caught the light from the hearth. Yeah… he was that horny. His load was full, and it was obvious.

Sira's lips curved in a slow, wicked smile before she leaned in and dragged her tongue over his balls—once, twice—slow enough to watch the faint twitch in his hips.

"Good girl," he murmured into her, his voice vibrating against the sensitive flesh between her legs.