The dragon's harem

Mira went first, and as expected of a divine body, she was clearly one level above all. Even to Arad’s rough and massive hands, her soft-looking skin felt as hard as stone, as dense as rubber, and as smooth as polished steel.

Reflecting the warm candlelight, Mira’s sienna skin glistened like warm honey, faintly shimmering with divine light. Just one glance at her was enough for anyone to know she wasn’t human, but that also was the case for the titanic wall embracing her. The maids couldn’t figure out which of the two got them worked up more.

Was it the hulking monument of power, or the slender and athletic divine beauty in his arms? It was a difficult question to answer, so difficult that they totally forgot that five more beauties were on the same bed.

Matilda, Selina, Camilla, Roana, and Alicia, all of them were stunning in their own way, especially Selina, who even made some of the maids question themselves. But now, they looked like nothing more than pillows on the bed as Mira’s hips jerked, as her legs twisted, and as her voice echoed through the room.

The weaker ones, the maids and Mira’s three maids, all quickly lost themselves. Those who stood beside the walls started panting, barely able to resist the urge to reach between their legs, and the three maids were no better.

Alicia and Roana were the first to fall, and after watching Arad and Mira for just a minute, the two were moaning and writhing on the bed beside them, drowning in their own dreams. Mortals like them couldn’t endure looking at a god’s beauty, let alone being in this situation.

Selina sighed as she leaned on the back of the bed, flicked a finger beside her head, and cast a faint spell to cool and clear her mind. She wasn’t under any spell; she wasn’t under the influence of any drug. It was just that a mortal soul, a mortal mind, and a human ego couldn’t resist the sexual beauty of their own kind, let alone that of a god.

She couldn’t tell which part exactly about Arad and Mira surpassed the standards of mortal beauty, but she knew something was getting under her skin. Was it Arad’s massive body, his large flesh, his thick arms and legs, or was it his radiant purple eyes and thick mane? She would think Arad was the one getting her acting up, but she couldn’t rule Mira out.

It might’ve been Mira’s smooth skin, juicy abs, long and beautiful legs, sweet and melodic voice, or even her full bosom. But whatever it was, Selina couldn’t look away.

The only one there who might’ve understood their own feelings was none other than Matilda, who sat there with clear eyes, looking at them with an intense gaze and gleefully awaiting her turn. Unlike those who were still confused, she wasn’t. Both Arad and Mira got her turned on, but in different ways.

Seeing Arad, she couldn’t wait to get a lick of him, to have him sink his claws in her flesh, and to feel the burning passion with her own soul and body. He was the one turning her blood on, the one making her skin tingle, and her eyes burn with heat.

But Mira was the one causing the most trouble. Seeing her, what Matilda felt was a sense of unity, of wholeness, of… shared joy. She imagined herself in her place, carried her beauty, and endured Arad’s love. She wasn’t turned on by Mira, but turned on by imagining herself in Mira’s place, getting the same passionate treatment, which is why she couldn’t take her eyes away from her.

Matilda sat there, silently watching, waiting, and anticipating her own turn that should be coming soon. But sadly, it took a bit too long. Mira wasn’t a human anymore, and with each passing second, with each prayer, and with each droplet of divine energy she got, her body became stronger, more durable, and her endurance grew.

Her growth was rapid, astounding, and quite terrifying. Just a few weeks ago, she was just a normal girl who would tear up when hitting her thumb with a hammer, but now, she could still stand and fight with her chest torn open with gaping wounds. Now in bed, she could last longer, hours even.

Two hours had passed by before Mira stepped down, and she only did that when she was full from the front and back, sore to the bones, and exhausted beyond imagination.

Without wasting a second, Matilda grabbed Mira and pulled her aside. She lay her beside the other girls, patted her gently, and then quickly turned her back with a huff, licking her lips. What might’ve been intended to look sexy came out as terrifying. She was hungry, in more than one way. Having to wait patiently for two whole hours would get any tigress agitated, and she wasn’t going to let Arad rest without getting her belly full.

The maids standing at the wall gasped, and one of them rushed forward, finally realizing that Mira had finished and that they should get to work. Their job was simple, but complicated. They had to split into three groups: One clean Arad, one to clean the lady, and one get the next one ready.

But today, their luck had run dry. The moment one of the maids touched Matilda’s shoulder, she could sense the harrowing and monstrous strength of a tiger. Matilda moved, shrugging the maid with ease as she grabbed one trying to clean Arad and threw her aside.

Some of those maids were really strong, but none of them could as much as resist Matilda. In a second or two, Matilda was already in Arad’s lap, having shoved Arad’s flesh fully inside her. The maids blinked, looked at her moving for a second, then at each other, then sighed.

If she didn’t care about getting Arad cleaned up, then fine. The maids quickly shifted their attention back to Mira. Even when fully wasted, she still looked stunning. In fact, seeing her like that got the maids worked up even more than before. One of them barely managed to stop herself from licking her clean. When she relaxed and looked aside, she found another one of the maids sucking on Mira’s toes with a burning red face.

She would’ve pulled her away if Mira wasn’t fully awake. If Mira herself didn’t care, the maid shouldn’t talk above her. Still, she poked the other maid on the side. The flinched, looked at Mira’s foot, then at Mira staring at her. She didn’t even realize what she was doing until the other maid whispered in her ear.

Soon, the maids got back to their work to clean Mira, occasionally throwing glances at Matilda, who was now swinging her massive hips like a hammer on Arad’s hips, and unlike Mira, she was loud, like a wild cat.

Arad himself didn’t seem to move much, letting the excited Matilda enjoy herself as much as she wanted.

The maids finished cleaning Mira and looked at her once. She smiled, leaned back on the pillows, and stretched her arms. “Good job, you can rest.”