Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation
Chapter 72: Naughty Tentacle (18+)

Chapter 72: Naughty Tentacle (18+)

Chapter 72 – Naughty Tentacle (18+)

Her tentacles had become nothing but extensions of her wild desire—coiling, gripping, trembling across his sweat-slicked body. One had somehow wrapped around his thigh, another around his wrist, but it was the one moving low—bold and unashamed—that flickered against the heavy weight beneath his shaft. It suckled softly against him, like it, too, needed to taste every part of him.

She couldn’t think.

She couldn’t hold back.

Her walls clamped down again, her body convulsing, nerves spiraling as she choked out between breathless sobs:

"L-Lux... I— I need— I need to come—"

Lux’s head dipped low, his voice a wicked rasp against her ear, full of heat and authority:

"Then come."

And—she did.

Her body shattered around him, vision flashing white, her back arching sharply as her muscles locked and spasmed, her voice breaking into a series of desperate, keening moans.

"Ahh—! Lux—!"

Her release pulsed around him, squeezing his thick length with desperate spasms, slickness flooding between them as her orgasm rippled through her in helpless waves.

But Lux didn’t stop.

He didn’t stop.

His hips kept pounding into her oversensitive, trembling body with the same powerful rhythm, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing against the walls like a forbidden hymn.

"W-Wait... I... I’ve come—" she sobbed, breath ragged.

Her tentacles twitched wildly in overstimulation, half-wrapping his waist tighter, half-flailing in helpless tremors as her brain spiraled into blankness.

Lux kissed her hard, cutting off her protest, his lips devouring her whimpers as his pace only grew more feral beneath the wet, slippery heat between them.

When he broke the kiss, his voice was deep and rough and far too calm for the sinful thing he was doing to her.

"You want me to stop?" he whispered, his golden eyes flashing like molten coins.

She couldn’t even form a word. Her mouth opened uselessly.

And then his gaze shifted downward for a brief moment.

"Look at your tentacle," he whispered darkly.

Her head tilted weakly, following his gaze—and her cheeks flushed crimson when she saw it.

The rebellious tentacle. Still there. Still kissing softly at the base of him. Gently suckling his balls as he drove his shaft deep inside her dripping heat. Every little suction pressed like needy lips, like it was just as hungry as the rest of her.

"Oh..." she whimpered, her whole face burning.

Lux chuckled, voice vibrating against her throat.

"You say you want me to stop," he growled softly, "but you keep inviting me deeper. Your body knows better than your mouth."

He thrust again—deep, hard, filling her completely—forcing her legs to spread wider as her body jolted.

"I’m a fair demon," he whispered, tongue trailing along the shell of her ear. "You gave me more. So now I give you more."

Her walls fluttered helplessly again.

"I’ll give you everything. My full load. My seed. Every drop your greedy little womb wants after all your effort."

The words broke something inside her.

Because somehow—it sounded so hot.

Too hot.

Her body betrayed her again.

The oversensitivity turned into more hunger.

Her breathing quickened, sharp gasps blending with her soft cries as he kept driving into her relentlessly, filling her over and over with every deep, punishing thrust.

It was madness.

Complete madness.

’I just met him yesterday,’ her brain whispered faintly.

’This is my first time. I should be terrified. I should—’

But she wasn’t.

She was his.

Her kraken blood boiled with desire as her tentacles wrapped around him possessively, desperate to keep him there, to let him own every inch of her body, her womb, her soul.

Her breath hitched.

"I—I want it—" she gasped.

Lux growled as he slammed into her again, hips snapping forward harder, deeper, his shaft grinding right against her sweetest spot, forcing another high-pitched moan from her throat.

"You want it all?" he whispered, eyes locked to hers like they were binding her to a contract far older than words.

"Yes—" she sobbed, barely coherent now. "Please—fill me—"

And with one final, brutal thrust that rocked through both of them, Lux groaned, voice breaking into something wild—almost feral.

"Take it."

His entire body tensed above her.

She felt the flood inside her.

Warmth.

So much warmth.

Thick, heavy bursts of his seed spilled deep inside her, coating every part of her inner walls as her trembling, greedy womb accepted him fully, spasming around his thick shaft in waves that nearly pushed her into another orgasm instantly.

She moaned helplessly, gasping as the sensation of his heat spreading inside her made her entire body tremble again.

[System Announcement: Congratulations. You have successfully claimed Kraken Heiress: Rava Bluewave. Greedbond Initiated: Level 1.]

[Exclusive Title Gained: Abyss-Devil Union.]

[Compatibility Score: 98% — Exceptional Synchronization Detected.]

[Warning: Emotional Dependency Threshold Rising.]

[System Note: Recommend... Enjoy.]

Her vision blurred completely now—her body and mind reduced to nothing but waves of heat and waves of Lux. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move.

Lux kissed her hungrily, still rolling his hips slowly, keeping himself buried inside her as his release continued filling her.

Even as he finally pulled back—his length sliding wetly from her stretched, sensitive flesh—her body trembled at the loss of him.

A mix of slick heat spilled between her thighs onto the ruined sheets beneath them—his thick seed and her kraken-blood mixed together, vivid, raw, claimed.

And Rava?

She had no words left.

Only breathless, stunned wonder.

’I’ve completely lost my mind,’ she thought faintly.

And she didn’t regret a thing.

The scene lingered for a moment longer — Lux’s body still warm against hers, their mixed heat steaming the air like thick incense. Her tentacles draped over him lazily, the suckers releasing soft, wet kisses against his sweat-soaked skin as if reluctant to stop worshipping him, even after everything.

But elsewhere, far above them—beyond mortal eyes and earthly pleasure—another set of eyes was watching.

In a chamber carved from light itself, high within the celestial domain, a mirror hovered before Solara like a pool of golden mercury.