The dragon's harem

Dalla cupped it with her hands, squeezed it, parted it open with her fingers, and closely inspected every part. The tight, tiny hole above couldn’t even fit a finger in, and when she parted the rose-colored lips below, she noticed the girl was still a virgin, as expected of someone who had lived their whole life locked here.

Dalla then turned Kolara’s but toward Arad and his wives, opened it wide to show them, and then turned it back toward the maids, showing them as well, causing Kolara to start crying. ”What? Got a problem with this?” Dalla asked, and Kolara shook her head. ”No, do whatever you like.”

Hearing that, Dalla smiled and looked toward Arad. ”Even if she isn’t fit to be a mistress, she has potential as a maid and servant due to her obedience and willingness to endure. Even if she fails, can we take her back as Li’s personal maid? Of course, all of her maids would come as well.”

Cerilla smiled and looked at Roberta. ”We can pay them, right?” And Roberta nodded. ”Of course.”

Hearing all of that, Kolara was stunned, and so was everyone else in the room. Arad then nodded. ”Fine, she is a maid at minimum.”

That shocked the entire room, especially Hathfield and Molana. To think that the one of them with the least potential already got a ticket out... Kolara was already crying, but for a different reason than before, and so were her maids. They are leaving this place, and what’s more... they’ll be at least serving under Li, which wasn’t that different for the maids than if Kolara became a queen or mistress.

They are going to serve in the Elvish Great Emperor’s Private Quarter. One word from them could ruin entire kingdoms. Earlier, even though they weren’t serving him yet, Arad almost beat the Wood Elf king to freeing them, so they could only imagine the power when they are officially under his banner.

Dalla leaned closer to Kolara’s face. ”You owe me one.” Kolara nodded, and before she could say a word, pain shot through her entire body. All of her memories were washed white, her eyes shot with blood, her lungs failed, and she felt as if her entire spine had grown burning hot needles.

She fell face first to the ground, unable to even make a sound as her entire body contorted and piss shot out with enough force to reach the furthest wall. That wasn’t voluntary movement, but a result of her entire nervous system being overwhelmed by pain signals. On her butt was now a large path of torn skin in the shape of Dalla’s hand.

The slap was so loud and horrifying that some of the maids passed out, and Li, who remembered her own pain, had pissed herself and was now blushing as she asked Noel to go with her to the bathroom to clean herself and get a change of clothes.

The only two in the room that weren’t scared were Arad, whose expression didn’t change at all, and Molana, who got off just imagining the pain and was now moaning. She was dangerous.

A minute after getting slapped, Kolara finally screamed in pain and kept wailing and crying for ten minutes. The pain was so extreme that she even begged Dalla to just kill her and make it end. This was the reason that even though Dalla is the weakest of the S-rankers, no one ever wants to fight her. Her hands can make even the gods lust for the sweet release of death.

But after several more minutes, the pain finally faded enough for Kolara to gain a bit of self-control, and while still crying, wailing, and unable to even stand, she forced herself to lift her butt a bit. ”The.... second... one.”

Dalla smiled and looked at her. ”Hoo? You still have the courage to go for the second hit.” She bent down, and it took Kolara her entire willpower to resist the urge to beg and run.

Dalla touched Kolara’s butt, and that was it. The sheer fear of the impending pain knocked her out. The second slap never came, and that was the end of Kolara’s test. Arad leaned back as Li rushed to check on her sister, and he smiled, healing her from afar with Eris’s holy magic.

”She has the willpower. I said she’d be a mistress if she had the strength and willpower to dare to take a second slap. She didn’t have the strength to stand after the first slap, but she still had the willpower to ask for a second slap. Sadly, her body gave up on her. So, counting Dalla’s recommendation... Li, you can take her as your mistress.”

Hearing that, and after making sure her sister was fine, Li jumped at Arad and kissed him. ”Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! She can now get out of here without needing to find a husband here. She can see the outside world.”

Isdis approached and whispered in Li’s ear. ”Now that you’ve got a mistress, you two can split work between each other. Since she is your half-sister, I’m sure you’ll at least get along well enough for that. I’ll show you how to split work most effectively.”

All of Kolara’s maids prostrated themselves, thanked Arad and Dalla, and then took Kolara to a nearby couch to rest. With that, it was Molana’s turn, and... she was a problem. She was in her place, having just finished pleasing herself for the second time, and she looked worse than a succubus in heat.

As Arad noticed before, she came here only wearing a translucent nightgown, so her entire body was exposed, and now, she was drenched in sweat and love juices and making a strange face.

She stood, licked her fingers clean, and then approached Arad’s table and prostrated herself. Like her sisters, she tried to sneak a look underneath the table and only saw the maids’ bums. At this point, Arad only allowed the ten maids responsible for the quarter to touch his feet, so they were taking turns crawling beneath the table. But to her, the maids’ bums were good in their own way, so she wasn’t disappointed.

She sat up, rested her large breasts on the table, and poured a mug of tea for Arad. ”Lord Arad, I am Molana, at your service.” As she pushed the mug of tea toward Arad, Sara stared at her with a calm face. ”So? You have an argument like your sisters?”

Molana shook her head. ”No, you got me wrong. I’m not here to make an argument, as I can’t.” She lifted her arms up and shook her breasts. ”As you see, I am but a hopeless pervert. My succubus blood is far stronger than anything else, making me like this.” She smiled. ”Even I won’t take myself as a maid, let alone a mistress or a queen.”

Molana shifted her gaze toward Arad. ”I know you won’t want a whore like myself, so I came here to beg instead. My maids, all of them. They have endured my disgusting behavior for decades, and I want to pay them back.” She looked back at her maids. ”Only one of them was thrilled to sleep with me. Two were indifferent. Five were disgusted but obliged and let me have it. But the rest outright refused, and I forced myself on them. And that had gone on for multiple decades, as I’m the oldest here.”

She then prostrated herself again. ”Lord Arad, I beg of you. Please take them with you. Make them serve Li or Kolara. Anything is better for them than being with me.”

Arad stared at her, and then crossed his arms. ”What would happen to you then without them? And you don’t need to answer or lie, I already know the answer. A succubus that can’t fulfill her desires will slowly succumb to madness and hunger, eventually turning feral.”

She smiled and closed her eyes. ”I can’t hide anything from you, can I? But that’s fine. I’ve got a solution for that. You don’t have to worry about me.” Her plan was to simply end her own life before she could harm anyone.

Arad looked toward Molana’s maids. ”So? What do you say? Should I take you and leave her?”