Chapter 62: Spending time with Samira (R-18)

The journey to Strax's new home was relatively short, but for Monica, every minute seemed to stretch endlessly. She tried to focus on the horizon or anything else: the sounds of the city around her, people, animals, carriages, buildings—literally anything to distract herself from Strax's strong presence so close by.

However, with each movement of the horse, she felt his grip on her waist, a constant reminder that she was being protected.

When they reached their destination, Strax stopped Apocalypse and gently helped her dismount. Monica, still blushing, tried to compose herself while he dismounted behind her.

"Calm down!" she shouted to herself, but she was truly falling into the abyss of Strax's eyes when she looked at him. "CALM DOWN!" she screamed inwardly, closing her eyes to avoid staring at him directly, while Strax...

Well, he was enjoying the moment. Despite having a System that encouraged him to pursue women, he had decided to readily choose those who made him happiest, and perhaps, Monica, who was truly a mystery—a disguised cultivator—had slightly enchanted him.

After setting her down, "Thanks for the ride," she said, trying to sound casual, but her voice still trembled slightly, and she avoided eye contact. Due to the clear height difference, Strax placed his hand on her head and gently patted it. "I won't come in now; I have matters to attend to with an assassins' guild, and I need to bring Samira along.

Beatrice already expected not to be my only wife, so she'll probably accept it well—at least I hope so," Strax said. He was really too tired now to face Beatrice and her antics. "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon after training, alright?" he said, and Monica agreed. He then moved closer, startling Monica, who took a few steps back, but Strax's hand held her.

Slowly, he approached her face and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you for taking care of her for me. You both are important, take care of each other," Strax said, stepping back and smiling. "A-Alright!" she said quickly, bowed, and ran into the mansion.

"So cute, but this served a purpose after all... this woman is not a danger; in fact, she's a good ally," Strax said. He already had some suspicions about who Monica could be, but was that necessary now? As long as Beatrice was protected, everything was fine with him.

With a final glance at the new house, he mounted Apocalypse again and headed towards the inn. He was in a pensive mood...

"My Stats are all close to or above 20, but that's not enough... Even training my body hasn't increased any Stats, so the Status Sheet is only related to what the System gave me and not my entire body... This is complicated," he thought. Many things had been bothering him about the System, which constantly seemed to either prevent him from advancing or not provide the tools for it.

"I don't want anything easily, but this is getting frustrating. It seems broken again, but I can't ignore that this is still a Harem System, not a System to become the strongest. But offering tools to become stronger this way...

Maybe I need to have a lot of sex?" His thoughts were almost delirious, but it wasn't his fault, without any instructions from the System and having to figure everything out on his own. "So complicated." He sighed, realizing he was already approaching the inn where Samira was staying.

Apocalypse stopped gently in front of the inn, and Strax quickly dismounted. He patted the mare's neck, silently thanking her for being a reliable companion.

"Mmm..." Samira moaned softly, her nimble fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers. "I need you," she whispered, her voice heavy with desire as her hands traveled down his abdomen, feeling each tense muscle beneath her fingers. "Now."

He gently laid her down on the bed, kissing her deeply as his hands explored every inch of her body.

Samira arched her back, feeling the heat of excitement grow inside her as he moved lower, his lips and tongue tracing a path of fire along her skin.

When he finally reached her pussy, she was wet and ready, every fiber of her being craving his touch. "S-Strax, please," she moaned, her hips moving involuntarily towards him.

He smiled against her skin and began to lick her with intensity, his hands firmly holding her thighs as his tongue worked magic on her clit.

"AAAAH," Samira let out a loud moan, her fingers tangling in his hair as her body trembled with pleasure. "Yes, like that... don't stop," she pleaded, feeling the pleasure build inside her like an uncontrollable tide. "I'm almost there..."

With one last skillful move, he brought her to a peak climax, her body arching as waves of pleasure coursed through her like lightning. "Oh, Strax!" she cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as her body surrendered to ecstasy.

Samira looked at him with half-closed eyes, a smile of pure satisfaction on her lips. "Come, fuck me," she said, her legs opening for him. "Fill me up until I can't take any more."

He needed no further encouragement. Aligning his hard cock with her entrance, he began to penetrate her slowly, savoring the feeling of every inch of his shaft being engulfed by her warm, tight pussy. They both moaned in pleasure as he finally buried himself completely inside her.

"You're so tight," he murmured, starting to move inside her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through their bodies. "You drive me crazy."

"Faster, darling," she urged, her hips meeting his rhythm, seeking more, wanting more. "Don't stop."

He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming stronger and deeper, each movement bringing them closer to the edge. "Samira... I'm almost there," he warned, feeling the pressure build inside him.

"Me too," she moaned, her nails digging into his back.

With one last desperate thrust, they both surrendered to the pleasure, their bodies shaking as their orgasms washed over them. "Ah!" Samira cried out, her body trembling as she felt his hot cum fill her pussy.

"Damn, that was good," he murmured, his voice breathless as he released inside her, feeling a connection from his member to the woman in his arms who was thoroughly satisfied, but... "Ready for the next round?" she asked with a smile after recovering from her orgasm.