Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 449

Chapter 449: Training Dragons.
[Two hours later…]

Strax woke slowly, blinking against the sunlight streaming through the windows. He shifted in bed, stretching his aching muscles before opening his eyes fully.

The first thing he saw was the naked body of his beloved Samira, lying beside him in bed. She was fast asleep, her long white hair spread out over the pillow. Strax stared at her for a long moment, appreciating every curve and pore of her soft skin.

He approached her slowly, running his fingertips over her bare back. She stirred slightly at his touch, and a smile formed on her full lips.

“Good morning,” Strax whispered, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. “Did you sleep well?”

Samira opened her eyes slowly, turning to face him. There was a mischievous glint in her golden eyes as she smiled at him. “Better than ever. And you?”

Strax smiled back, moving his hand down, caressing her bare ass. “Me too. Although I didn’t get much sleep… I was too busy fucking you.”

Samira chuckled softly, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. When they broke apart, she sat on the bed and stretched her naked body. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

He stood up, his body still feeling like it was changing, “Well, I think we’re going to need a shower first.” He said, noticing how her body felt… sticky on the bottom…

He had cum many, many times inside her, and well, she had cum quite a bit too. So it was obvious that her privates would be a mess.

Samira smiled, pulling him back onto the bed. “I’d love to. But first… How about another round?”

Strax chuckled softly, pulling her close. “I thought you’d never ask.”

They kissed again, their hands exploring each other’s bodies as their passion grew. Strax pushed Samira down onto the bed, straddling her as he guided his hard cock to the tight entrance of her pussy.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” he groaned, thrusting hard and fast.

“Ahh, yes!” Samira cried out, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Welcome back, inside me!” She sighed happily.

…While Strax enjoyed himself…

The ground shook with another mighty crash. Dust rose in a cloud of gold and scarlet, dancing around the six figures in the center of the arena. This was an arena on the far side of the Forest that Frieren had allowed Scarlet to use as a training ground.

Scarlet stood in the center, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, assessing every move with surgical precision. She looked like an empress on the brink of war, and no one dared question her authority.

Before her, the five new dragons sweated. Their bodies, now in full Emperor stage, exuded power in shifting waves—strong, yet disorganized. Each of them seemed like a storm trying to find form.

Scarlet took a step forward, and the sharp sound of her boots against the stone floor cut through the air like an order.

“Again.” Her voice was cold, firm, and authoritative. “Cassandra, you’re concentrating mana in your chest, but you’re not channeling it to your limbs. That will slow you down in close combat.”

‘Boring woman…’ Cassandra, her face serious and her hair plastered to her face with sweat, nodded without complaint.

“Bellatrix, you’re trying to intimidate with aura instead of using technique. That might work on fools. Against true Emperors? You’ll be crushed.”

‘Sneaky vein…’ Bellatrix growled softly, but didn’t retort. The dark aura surrounding her retreated discreetly as she readied herself again.

“Daniela, you’re hesitating to transition into dragon form. It could cost you your life. Choose: skin or scales. Never stop in the middle.”

Daniela bit her lower lip, embarrassed. Her horns were still partially exposed, her tail trembling as if seeking stability.

Scarlet continued, her eyes like crimson blades. “Monica… your area magic is collapsing at the scattering points. The field you conjured would have burned your allies along with the enemy. If you don’t learn to modulate, you’ll kill us all.”

Monica frowned, taking a deep breath, her hands still tinged with unstable solar energy.

“And Beatrice… your problem is the most dangerous of all.”

Beatrice looked up, confused.

“You’re controlling yourself too much,” Scarlet said, stepping closer. “You’re an empress now. Don’t hold back your power out of fear for yourself. Unleash it. Control comes later.”

Beatrice hesitated, her pale eyes vibrating between determination and fear.

Scarlet took a deep breath, then turned to face everyone, her red hair vibrating with the energy surrounding her.

“You have passed the point where error is acceptable. Each of you is now a force of nature. If you don’t learn to master these bodies, if you don’t become true warriors, you will be more threat than protection.”

She raised a hand, and a scarlet aura flared around her closed fist.

“The Emperor stage is not a prize. It’s a burden. And whoever isn’t ready to carry it… will be dragged down by it to their doom.”

Silence fell like a contained storm.

Cassandra wiped the blood from her lip. Bellatrix smiled, tense. Monica snapped her fingers with renewed determination. Daniela clenched her fists. Beatrice let out the breath she was holding.

And then they all lined up again. This time, without hesitation.

Scarlet smiled in a corner, almost imperceptibly.

“Very good. Now let’s see who can touch me.”

The five of them positioned themselves like predators before the attack. There was ice in Cassandra’s eyes, shadow in Bellatrix’s footsteps, bluish light vibrating around Monica, scales rippling under Daniela’s skin and the hesitant – but growing – glow of Beatrice’s aura.

Scarlet kept a calm countenance, but her body was ready. With every heartbeat, she channeled her mana like a war drum. She wasn’t there to beat them – she was there to force them to awaken.

“Whenever you want.” she said, and disappeared in a flash of red.

Cassandra advanced first, driven by the impulsiveness she still couldn’t contain. Her legs sparked with mana and, in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Scarlet with a straight punch – strong, but predictable.

Scarlet deflected it with a slight tilt of her body, grabbed her fist and, with a twist, threw Cassandra back against the ground. The impact cracked the ground.

“Force without focus is just noise.”

Bellatrix followed, shrouded in serpentine shadows. Her eyes glowed violet, her hands covered in draconic claws. Unlike Cassandra, she moved silently, trying to take Scarlet by surprise from behind. She almost succeeded.

Scarlet stopped the movement with two fingers, the red aura colliding with the shadow, dissipating it.

“Better. But you’re still trying to win as a rogue, not as an empress.”

Two balls of bluish light exploded in the sky – Monica had prepared a large-scale attack. From above, she conjured overlapping magic circles, delicately controlling dozens of vectors. But Scarlet didn’t even look up.

“Daniela.” she muttered. It was enough for the hesitant redhead to react. Her eyes widened. It was her time to protect the others.

Daniela ran, almost without thinking, activating a partial suit of greenish scales on her arms. She conjured a shield of dense energy – something new – and absorbed much of Monica’s magical blast, saving Bellatrix and Cassandra from serious burns.

The field was covered in smoke.

“Good initiative,” said Scarlet, coming up behind Daniela. “But you still can’t control your limits. Don’t try to save others if you can’t save yourself.”