The dragon's harem

"Before that..." Li stood, walked around the table, past Dalla, and wrapped her arm around her sister’s neck. "Come here, I’ll give you an advice." As she pulled her slightly aside, Kolara growled at her. "What advice, you’ll trick me."

Li sighed. "You’re free to not listen to me if you want. But I suggest you hit the bathroom before getting slapped. Make sure you’re empty, unless you want to shit in front of everyone." She looked at her eyes, and Kolara started sweating. "Well, that sounds real..."

"Also, drink water before you go to the bathroom -a lot of it. It’ll help you push everything out faster, or get one of the maids to help you out. Also, if you got slapped while dehydrated, your blood would be a bit thicker and wouldn’t flow as well, increasing your chances of passing out." Li closed her eyes. "At least to me, the risk of pissing myself in front of everyone is easier to bear than an increased chance of passing out and failing."

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Kolara threw a glance back at Arad. "But... will he wait?"

"He will. Arad is the most tolerant person I’ve ever seen in my life. I mean it." She waved her hand to Arad. "Arad, can you give her time to prepare?"

Arad smiled. "Of course. Why not?"

Hearing that, Kolara’s eyes sparkled, and her ears twitched. She gave her sister a kiss on the cheek, grabbed one of the large carafes of water on the table, and dragged two of her maids with her to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Kolara walked out with a satisfied smile on her face, and the two maids looked exhausted. She had just had them do something disgusting out of nowhere, and that drained them both physically and mentally.

Kolara stood in front of Dalla with a large smile on her face. "I’m ready!" She gasped, and Dalla nodded. "Then turn around and bend over. One slap on the butt."

Kolara immediately did that, and Dalla blinked. "I’ll give a piece of advice of my own. Take your pants and underwear off. The slap will crush the fabric and mix it into your skin if you leave them on."

"What?!" Kolara gasped, and Dalla immediately added. "Also, while I won’t let you use magic or potions to avoid pain, being aroused, or better yet, climaxing, will mask a lot of your pain signals."

Kolara’s face immediately burned bright red as she froze in place. She already knew that you’d feel less pain when drowning in pleasure, but was she asking her to do such a shameful thing here in front of everyone? Hearing the maids moaning beneath the table made her think that it probably wasn’t the case.

She looked around at everyone... thought about it for a while, and still couldn’t decide. She wasn’t sure she wanted to take her pants off and show her bare rear to everyone else, let alone pleasure herself in front of them.

She threw a glance at Arad, at her sister Li, and then back at her maids, who looked just as troubled as she was. "Just do it." Her older sister spoke with a smile on her face.

The older sister, unlike her two sisters, was the boldest. She had come here naked, wearing only a translucent nightgown over her body. She had pinkish-grey skin, purplish-pink curly hair, grey eyes, and a body that should only belong to a succubus. Arad could tell just by smell alone that she had the blood of Wood Elves, Succubi, and Moon Elves flowing in her blood.

From Li’s memories, Arad knew that her name was Molana, and that her story was both complicated and short. Since all the remaining Moon Elves were women, one of them got frustrated and tried to summon an incubus, hoping to use him to give birth to a boy, but in the end she was left with a bunch of half-succubi, half-Moon Elf daughters, and since she couldn’t take care of them all, many ended up on the street.

One day, one of those girls saw the King’s carriage and jumped in front of it, hoping to either get killed and be relieved of her miserable life on the street, be injured and get paid compensation for it, or be thrown in jail where she can at least have guaranteed food, shelter, and protection from the winter’s cold.

But the king’s horses were well trained, and they stopped before even touching her. Instead of throwing her in jail, he offered her a job that no one wanted to take, but still paid as much as a minister, and she accepted. The job was to be a pleasure toy for him and the queens, and also a vent for their anger. Then, after years of service, she finally managed to climb her way up to an official queen.

Even though she could’ve quit that job after becoming a queen, she didn’t, since she had developed strong nymphomaniac and masochistic. So even now, the maids can still see her pleasuring both the king and other queens, and sometimes even getting beaten or tortured by them, sometimes at her own request.

Molana here was much like her mother.

"But..." Kolara gasped, and Molana giggled, parting her legs and touching herself. "What are you embarrassed about? You want to be with Lord Arad, and you’ll show him even more shameful things. Those are his wives and servants, and you’re wrong if you’re thinking that they’ll never see you moaning. In fact, I bet they’ll watch you closely each night. Those maids are your servants, and the rest are mine and Hathfield’s, and we’ve seen you do that more than once."

Kolara was frozen for a long while. She couldn’t do such a thing with everyone watching her, even if she wanted to. The nervousness and shame of it all would kill her. Since they were all women here, she would usually take one of her maids, cover them with a large bag from head to knees, scribble a male figure on them, and pleasure herself to their feet, trying her best not to think about them as women.

When she looked at her maids for courage to take the slap naturally, she found them having already brought her scribbled bag and had one of them wear it. Seeing the bag with the badly scribbled male figure on it appear out of nowhere made Kolara scream as she rushed, grabbed the maid with the back, and threw them out into the hallway. "What are you bringing in front of Lord Arad?!"

She panted, huffed, and puffed for almost a whole minute before approaching Dalla. "I’ll take it raw!" As Dalla nodded, "Then get ready, and find something to bite on if you want."

"No need." Kolara replied with a stern face, but her courage was quickly fading, so she started moving immediately while her blood was boiling hot from what her maids had done.

She turned around, bent, and pulled her pants down, revealing a white pair of undies. Then, with shaking fingers, she pulled them down as well, revealing a nice, blushing, plump, round, tanned pale olive peach.

The moment she felt the breeze, Kolara immediately remembered the rumors and legends of Dalla making even Demigods cry... causing her to regret being in this situation.

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