Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 421: Legal Loophole *

Warlock Ch 421. Legal Loophole *

Their bodies moved in a furious, messy rhythm, each thrust drawing guttural moans from deep in Lysandra's throat as Damian ground deeper into her.

The heat between them built fast, burning high and reckless, no hesitation left now—only need.

And somewhere between the haze of pleasure and the grind of their hips, Damian's brain decided to reboot mid-sex.

'Shit! What am I doing?!'

He had literally just had sex with Selena a few hours ago.

And now?

Now he was pounding into the dragon general like his life depended on it.

This was absurd.

This didn't make any sense.

'Yeah,' he thought, thrusting deeper into Lysandra's slick heat and dragging another sharp, breathless moan from her lips, 'I understand Selena. She had a crush. She risked everything to stay near me.'

But Lysandra?

He couldn't wrap his head around it.

Was it just the "reek of sex" thing she smelled? Some primal dragon impulse? Some screwed-up challenge?

He groaned under his breath—not just from pleasure—but from the spiraling chaos in his skull.

Because this?

This wasn't just sex for fun.

This wasn't even some twisted punishment because he was "Kaelan" the supposed evil warlock.

This was... different.

Messier.

Deeper.

And it scared the shit out of him.

Still, his body didn't stop—moving instinctively, grinding harder into her, eliciting another ragged cry from Lysandra as her nails raked down his back.

Finally, with one last desperate thrust, they both climaxed together—Lysandra arching beneath him, her body spasming around him, Damian shuddering as he spilled into her with a low, broken curse.

The aftermath hit like a storm breaking.

He slumped over her, braced on shaking arms, breathing hard against the crook of her neck.

And as if to underline how absolutely insane his life had gotten.

[System Notification]

[New Attribute Unlocked: Draconic Vitality]

[Max HP +10%]

[Natural healing rate increased]

[Resistance to elemental damage +5%]

[Partners: Lysandra Frostfang (Dragon)]

[New Spell Unlocked: Frostbrand Chains]

[Frostbrand Chains (Active): Summon ethereal chains of enchanted frost to bind and sap the strength of enemies. Chains resist magic and physical damage. Strength scales with Magic Affinity and Physical Strength.]

He let his forehead thump lightly against Lysandra's shoulder, half in exhaustion, half in confusion.

"Looks like you're a professional," Lysandra said lazily, her voice a low, satisfied purr against his ear.

Damian said nothing, too busy trying to reboot his sanity.

Still inside her.

Still tangled up in crazy dragon politics.

Still wondering at what exact point his life had gone from 'exiled warlock' to 'accidental sex ambassador for cross-species alliances.'

Finally, he pulled back enough to look her in the eyes—sharp, unflinching gold.

"Why?" he rasped, voice low and wrecked. "Let's be honest. Why, Lysandra? What's your real reason?"

Because it couldn't just be lust.

It couldn't just be some dragon mating thing.

Not with how she looked at him right now.

Not with the way the bond in the system clicked so neatly into place—seamless, deep.

Lysandra smiled lazily, brushing a strand of damp hair off her forehead.

"You really don't understand dragons at all," she said, almost fond.

"Enlighten me," Damian said, voice dry as hell.

She traced a slow line down his chest with one sharp nail, not hard enough to scratch, but enough to make him shiver.

"Dragons," she said quietly, "cannot officially interfere with human matters."

Damian stiffened slightly, frowning.

Lysandra smirked. "We can't take sides. We can't make alliances. It's part of our oldest treaties—the Balance of Power."

She kissed the side of his throat lightly.

"But," she murmured against his skin, "personal bonds? Those are different."

Damian pulled back slightly, staring at her in dawning horror.

"You slept with me," he said slowly, "to create a legal loophole."

"Exactly," she said brightly, looking far too pleased with herself.

Damian dropped his face into the pillow next to her and let out a muffled scream of frustration.

"This is the stupidest, most dragon bullshit I've ever heard," he muttered into the sheets.

Lysandra laughed, a full-bodied, delighted sound.

"You needed me," she said, brushing her fingers lightly through his hair. "I needed an excuse to help you without breaking our laws. This was the cleanest option."

"Clean," Damian repeated, lifting his head to glare at her. "This?"

She shrugged elegantly, utterly unapologetic. "Cleaner than eating you."

He stared at her.

She smiled sweetly.

Damian groaned, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his face.

"So let me get this straight," he said. "You basically weaponized sex to bypass your diplomatic restrictions."

"Correct," Lysandra said, positively beaming.

"And I thought I was the crazy one," Damian muttered.

He stayed like that for a minute, just breathing, feeling the strange hum of their newly-forged bond settling under his skin.

It wasn't like the bond with Selena—soft, tender, sweet.

This was harsher. Wilder.

But solid. Real.

Like anchoring himself to a living storm.

Damian exhaled slowly, dropping his arm back to the mattress and turning his head to look at her again.

"And you're serious about helping me?" he asked.

"As serious as death," she said simply, no smirk this time.

He believed her.

Somehow, against all logic, he believed her.

Damian shook his head slowly, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You are ridiculous," he said.

"And you're an idiot for trusting me," she shot back smoothly.

They grinned at each other for a beat—two predators, two survivors, two utter disasters of beings who somehow fit together just enough to make it work.

Damian scrubbed a hand down his face and pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"Alright," he said, looking down at her sprawled out across the ruined bed. "Fine. You're in."

"Was there ever a doubt?" she asked archly.

"A little," Damian admitted. "Mainly when you threatened to kill me mid-coitus."

She laughed, sitting up and stretching languidly, utterly unashamed.

"Don't worry, Warlock," she said, voice rich with promise. "You're too fun to kill."

Damian rolled his eyes and started searching for his pants.

"Let's hope you still feel that way after tonight."