Demonic Dragon: Harem System

Within the vast and radiant spiritual space of Strax, resembling an endless starry sky dotted with small floating islands, a heavy atmosphere hung in the air. Kallamos, the majestic dragoness, was reclined in her massive golden chair, a position that should have exuded power, but at that moment, it merely appeared as a posture of exhaustion.

"Sometimes I feel like he's forgotten about us," Kallamos murmured, her voice softly echoing through the space. Her gaze, usually proud, was fixed on the starry horizon, as if she were trying to find comfort in the beauty of the space they shared.

Sitting next to her, Tiamat, the imposing dragoness with golden scales, snorted lightly, but not with her usual force. "Well, considering how busy he is with real women..." she began, casting a glance at Kallamos, "it's no surprise we've been pushed aside. After all, we're just battle spirits. We have no bodies, we can't do anything but watch... while he enjoys his life to the fullest."

Tiamat's words were sincere, but there was a melancholic tone in her voice that didn't match her fierce and combative personality. The two dragons had once been powerful, feared, and revered, but now... they felt like mere powerless observers.

Kallamos let out a heavy sigh. "It's been days since he even spoke to us," she commented, her bright eyes lost in thought. "He hasn't even shown up to visit us here."

Tiamat nodded in agreement, but her expression hardened. "It's frustrating. We devoted our existence to him, we are part of him... and yet, we're the last priority."

The quiet of the space was interrupted by a seductive and slightly provocative laugh. "You're both so sentimental," Lithara, the Succubus Queen, intervened. Her voluptuous figure emerged from a nearby shadow, her demonic wings extending slightly as a malicious smile curved her lips.

Kallamos and Tiamat didn't even bother to look at her. They both sighed in unison, as if they were already accustomed to the presence of the succubus and, even more so, to her tendency to provoke.

"Oh, here she comes again with her jokes," Tiamat said, casting a weary look at Lithara, who simply leaned against one of the spiritual columns, as if it were her own home.

"I'm not wrong," Lithara continued, crossing her arms with a playful grin. "You two are imposing, legendary dragons, yet here you are lamenting like abandoned damsels. Honestly, it's not like he's going to forget about you forever."

"Please, Lithara, spare us your useless comments, go to sleep," Kallamos retorted, finally turning her gaze to the succubus. "You're as trapped here as we are. If he barely speaks to us, what about you? Has he even talked to you?"

Lithara raised an eyebrow, seemingly unbothered by the silver dragoness's tone. "Ah, but I know how to wait. Unlike you two, who are always so eager for attention."

A silence fell over them for a moment. Lithara's words, though irritating, carried a bitter truth. Strax had other priorities. He was caught up in battles, alliances, and... passions. And in the meantime, they were stuck here, unable to be a real part of his life.

"Maybe... maybe we are sentimental," Kallamos admitted softly. "But it's hard not to be when we feel how much he's changed. We're no longer what we used to be to him..."

Tiamat looked at Kallamos with a mixture of surprise and understanding. "He hasn't forgotten us," she said, her voice firmer. "He's just... distracted."

Lithara shrugged. "Or maybe he just needs to be reminded of who's really been by his side all along."

Lithara's words lingered in the air like a silent provocation, and for a brief moment, the spiritual space was immersed in an uncomfortable silence. Kallamos and Tiamat, still processing what the succubus had said, barely noticed the growing murmur coming from a distant corner of the place.

"I'll kill him..."

The voice, initially low and murmured, grew louder and filled with fury.

"Yes... I'll crush him in every possible way... I'll turn that bastard into a pulp of blood and flesh, grind his existence to dust and burn it with my abyssal fire..."

Now clearly audible, the words were like a storm of resentment and madness.

"Then freeze... Yes! I'll crush every part of him..."

Kallamos, Tiamat, and Lithara turned at the same time toward the voice. There, in the darkest corner of the spiritual space, sat Ouroboros.

She was sitting on the floor, her posture careless, in stark contrast to the natural air of majesty that always surrounded her. In her human form, Ouroboros was incredibly beautiful, almost hypnotic. Her black, lustrous hair cascaded in messy waves around her face, and her voluptuous body, a sculpture of perfect curves, was slightly hunched as she compulsively chewed her nails.

Her eyes, usually vibrant and full of authority, were half-closed, as if she were lost in dark and obsessive thoughts. It was hard to tell whether she was about to explode with rage or fall into an emotional collapse.

"Uh... Ouroboros?" Kallamos tried, approaching a little but not enough to enter the danger zone.

"I'll kill him... crush his bones... break every inch of that stupid face..." Ouroboros continued murmuring, almost as if in a trance.

"Wow, she's really... well, I wouldn't say 'well,' but... intense," Lithara commented, crossing her arms and tilting her head, clearly fascinated by the scene. "This is fun."

"Silence, succubus," Tiamat muttered, clearly less entertained by the situation. "Ouroboros, what the hell is happening to you? Why are you talking like a vengeful spirit?"

Finally, Ouroboros stopped chewing her nails and slowly raised her head, her black eyes sparking with a mix of rage and frustration.

"Don't you understand?" she began, her voice heavy with emotion. "It's been days since that ungrateful fool even thought about me! Days! I am Ouroboros! The personification of eternity, the Dragon of the End who devours the world, the endless cycle! And he... he treats me like I'm just some dusty decoration in the back of some random room!"

Kallamos and Tiamat exchanged cautious glances. Both knew Ouroboros had a... complicated temperament, but this time she seemed to be taking her frustration to new extremes.

"And you think we're in a different situation?" Tiamat retorted, her voice hardening. "We're all in the same boat. He's busy with his wives and... with life out there. But you don't see us losing our minds and threatening to turn him into mush."

"Oh, of course," Ouroboros replied, rising with an elegant but threatening movement. Her presence seemed to dominate the space instantly. "Because you two are so resigned, aren't you? You happily accept being forgotten, as if you're just an insignificant detail."

"Detail? I am Tiamat, the Queen of Dragons!" Tiamat shot back, taking a step forward, her pride clearly wounded.

"And I am Ouroboros," she responded, her voice now almost a deadly whisper. "The eternal, the primordial. And yet, here I am, relegated to oblivion, while that fool laughs with those..." She made a vague gesture with her hands. "...mortal women!"

Lithara, who had been silent until now, finally intervened with a provocative smile. "Well, she has a point. You two really accept being pushed aside with quite a lot of dignity. It's almost admirable. Or pathetic."

Kallamos closed her eyes, breathing deeply, clearly trying to maintain her calm. "Lithara, your opinion is not needed."

"Oh, but I couldn't help but comment," the succubus replied, dramatically tossing her hair back. "And Ouroboros, I must say, I adore this chaotic energy of yours. Maybe you should channel it into something more productive, like..." She paused, savoring the words. "...getting his attention in a less homicidal way?"

Ouroboros remained silent for a moment, then tilted her head to the side, a dangerous smile spreading across her lips. "Get his attention? Is that what you think I should do?"

"Well, you have a body... well..." Lithara commented, eyeing her from head to toe with an evaluative look. "Yes, I must say, it's quite... attention-grabbing. Maybe you should use that to your advantage."

Kallamos and Tiamat groaned in unison, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking.

"Don't encourage her!" Kallamos exclaimed, but it was already too late. Ouroboros had crossed her arms, now clearly contemplating the idea.

"You're all so dramatic." Then, a voice appeared in the spiritual realm... the voice was clearly from a man they all truly cared for.

"Oh, so you remembered you have three women stuck here, Demon Dragon?" The smooth, yet sharply toned voice echoed through the space. It was Strax.

Kallamos sighed with an expression of frustration. "Where have you been, Strax? I was starting to think you completely forgot about us."

Strax, with a mischievous smile on his face, appeared in the spiritual room. His eyes, as always, sparkled with a mix of calm and relaxation. The imposing and confident figure of the Demon Dragon filled the space with his overwhelming presence, but there was something... missing in his gaze.

Lithara, like a snake waiting for its prey, observed Strax with a malicious smile. "Hmm... such an enticing scent..." She murmured to herself before teleporting with speed, appearing instantly behind him.

Without warning, she wrapped herself around him, her arms encircling his waist with provocative finesse. She inhaled the unique fragrance emanating from Strax, as if she were feasting on something much deeper than just his physical presence.

"Mm!! Your scent has gotten even better!!!" Lithara exclaimed excitedly, burying her face in his neck. Her voice was clearly saturated with pleasure and desire. She settled there like a child who had just received the most precious toy, her face marked with satisfaction and lust.

Strax stood still for a moment, surprised by the sudden approach, but soon recovered, letting out a low laugh, full of ironic humor. "Lithara, you really never miss a chance, do you?"

"Because you're here." Ouroboros said, as a devastating aura emanated from her body, clearly agitated.

"I came to say I won't follow through with what I said," Strax suddenly said. "I'm not going to wait for you to have bodies." He continued, "I've been delayed because I've been setting things up... I just need to wait for Scarlet to finish her duel and I'll ask her to give me the missing ingredients to give you bodies." He looked at Ouroboros.
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"I already told you, you are mine." Strax continued, the intensity of his gaze now seeming to penetrate deeper into Ouroboros. He took a calm, but decisive step toward her. "Why are you doubting that?"

Strax's gaze was so penetrating, so full of unwavering authority, that Ouroboros felt a wave of heat course through her body. Something deep inside her, something she had been trying to hide, was awakened with overwhelming force. It was as if Strax's words had triggered something primal within her, something she didn't want to admit. Her insides tightened and began to moisten, filled with repressed desire, and she seemed to have become inflamed in an uncontrollable way. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to maintain composure, but the sensation took over her completely.

She was about to explode from how excited she was, her crotch began to leak love juices through her panties, running down her voluminous thighs.

'She really wants to fuck in...' Strax thought watching as she felt the scent of the Dragoness's excited body.