Demonic Dragon: Harem System

"Kallamos," he began, his voice softer than usual as he displayed a gentle smile, trying to be friendly with her.

Even with two true dragons by his side, who were intimidating him like two possessive wives... Well, they were... Especially Ouroboros.

"I don\'t know why we\'ve met like this, especially knowing that you\'re dead. I\'m not here to dominate you," he said, being honest with the dragoness.

He had no idea why he was there; it made no sense for him to be there. At least, that\'s what he thought.

She glared at him with disdain. Even in her oppressed state, she couldn\'t help but show her anger, but Strax noticed that beneath her impenetrable facade lay a deep fear, a fragility he wanted to reach out and touch.

He extended his hand, not as a conqueror, but as someone wishing to forge a genuine connection.

"I don\'t want you to be my enemy, nor a slave, or anything like that because of this strange connection that\'s happening." He continued, "I don\'t know what happened, but if necessary, I want you to be my companion. I want us to face this world together, side by side." He said, releasing a gentle smile as his inner demonic side read the message...

[Conquer the Spirit of the Dragon Kallamos]

HA HA HA, YES! HA HA! I\'M GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER DRAGON FOR MYSELF! He screamed internally, sounding almost demonic, while he maintained his gentle demeanor... If only she knew...

Kallamos hesitated at the strange expression he wore, the flame in her eyes flickering, and Strax noticed the confusion in her gaze. He remembered his own struggles, how he had been shaped by circumstances beyond his control. And looking at Kallamos, he saw the same loneliness reflected back at him.

"You\'re not just a dragon, Kallamos," he said, his voice firm.

"You are a creature of immense power, but you\'re also a woman. You don\'t have to carry that weight alone, especially now that you have a second chance at life." Strax added, offering more calm and gentle smiles, trying to present himself as a truly kind man.

The dragon furrowed her brow, as if his words were a riddle she couldn\'t solve. Strax felt he needed to dig deeper.

"Ouroboros," he called, and the woman turned to him, observing the other woman in front of her with a nervous expression, already aware of her man\'s objective. "Do you know why we are here?"

Ouroboros glided closer, her deep voice resonating like an echo in the surrounding space.

"This woman is not what she seems," she said, studying Kallamos intently. "She is a child. Immature. Her arrogance comes from that; you\'ve realized that, haven\'t you? That arrogance is merely a thin facade. She didn\'t have enough time to absorb the knowledge of her lineage; she died too soon." Ouroboros\' words echoed in Strax\'s mind, revealing a new understanding of the dragon before him.

"What do you mean?" Strax asked, his interest piqued. It was always good to learn more about dragons, especially since... he was one.

"She died before she could comprehend the legacy of her lineage. That\'s probably why we\'re here. By absorbing her heart, her lineage came with it. The blood of a dragon carries its ancestors; everything that blood has ever experienced is passed down. That\'s why her spirit remained sealed," Ouroboros explained, her gaze fixed on Kallamos.

"Therefore, what you perceive as arrogance is merely a child lost, trying to navigate a world she doesn\'t fully understand. She hides behind a mask of strength because she believes that\'s what the world expects of her." This time, it was Tiamat who spoke, in a manner more just and less intimidating than Ouroboros had.

"Got it..." Strax looked at Kallamos, realizing her struggle was deeper than he had imagined. The dragon was trapped in a cycle of insecurity, trying to deal with an inheritance that left her confused. He took a step forward, extending his hand once again.

"Kallamos, I see you. I see beyond the dragon you are. I see the woman you haven\'t had the chance to be. You don\'t have to fight alone."

She seemed to hesitate, her expression shifting, and Strax felt he was getting closer to something real. He knew his intentions towards her were complex, mingling desire with a genuine willingness to help her. Deep down, he wanted to conquer her, not just as a means of power, but because he saw in her a potential that could be explored—a partner who could become an unstoppable force by his side. read-more-at-MvLeMpYr

Kallamos looked at Strax\'s outstretched hand, and he could see the internal battle taking place within her. The fire that burned in her chest seemed to cool, and the arrogance she had displayed earlier began to give way to something more vulnerable. The dragon hesitated, but Strax\'s sincere invitation touched her deeply.

"Do you really think I can trust you?" she asked, her voice low and trembling. The bravado she used to have now felt like a distant echo. "It was humans who killed me," she added.

Strax smiled, his heart racing. He didn\'t want her to trust him just because he was a powerful dragon, but for who he truly was.

"Trust is built, Kallamos. And I want to build that with you. Not as a slave, but as a partner," Strax insisted, giving her kind and confident smiles in hopes she would accept. "Besides... I just sold my humanity, so I\'m no longer human," he chuckled lightly.

The dragon seemed to absorb his words, the light in her eyes slowly changing. He was beginning to see a new dimension to her, and the idea that she was merely a lost child in a world of dragons and demons struck him like lightning.

Ouroboros observed the interaction with a contemplative expression.

"It\'s true; he\'s no longer human. Even if he were, his blood has long been more dragon than human," Tiamat remarked.

Strax nodded, agreeing with the dragon\'s words. He turned back to Kallamos, who seemed more receptive now. The frustration that had once dominated her expression was starting to give way to cautious curiosity.

"What do you want, Kallamos?" he asked, now in a softer tone. "What do you desire?" He said, using his charm to understand what she wanted.

Despite this, she hesitated again, her vulnerability almost palpable. Finally, Kallamos whispered:

"I want to be free. I want to be more than what everyone expects of me. I want... to feel. But I don\'t know how to do that." She admitted, her eyes misting slightly.

Strax smiled, feeling a wave of empathy. He moved closer, his hand still extended.

"Then let\'s figure this out together. Let me help you find your freedom, Kallamos. I promise I won\'t try to cage you. I want you to discover who you really are, beyond the dragon people fear."

Kallamos looked at his hand, and for a moment, her pride was almost at odds with her desire to connect. Strax could see the internal struggle consuming her, and as much as he wanted to conquer her, he knew that true conquest would come with trust and understanding.

Finally, with a hesitant gesture, Kallamos extended her own hand, touching Strax\'s hand. The contact was electric, a fusion of two lonely souls meeting in a moment of vulnerability.

"I want to try, Strax," she said, her voice a whisper. "But I don\'t promise it will be easy."

He smiled, satisfied. "I don\'t expect it to be easy. In fact, I hope it\'s a journey full of challenges, because that way, we can both grow."

[Absorbed Dragon Heart – Kallamos\' Lineage Acquired]

A light burst forth across the world, and suddenly, he returned to the normal scene, the lights around him blinding his vision. The air felt heavy, and the pain in his body was nearly unbearable. He staggered into the room where his wives were, greeted by a wave of concern.

Beatrice was the first to notice the strange change; her eyes widened in despair.

"Darling! What happened?!" she exclaimed, rushing to him and grabbing his arm to prevent him from falling.

Monica and Cristine quickly surrounded him, their faces pale and worried. Strax tried to smile to calm them, but the pain was too intense.

"I\'m... I\'m fine," he lied, even though he knew his appearance contradicted his words. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his breathing was labored.

"You\'re not fine!" Cristine said, her voice trembling as she assessed his condition. "You\'re panting, and your face is twisted in pain! What happened to you?"

Strax felt the intensity of their worry and knew he couldn\'t hide the truth. He struggled to explain.

"I was just... talking to a dragon," he said, his voice low and weary.