The dragon's harem

"So is that why you’re so rough with the maids?" Isdis crawled up to his face, grasping his flesh tightly in her hand, and she was using quite a bit of strength. "What about the secret part where we smell and taste like food?"

"Are those even a secret?" He lifted her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "So, how do you want it? Gentle, slow, or rough?"

She smiled, looked at his face with a large blush, and then whispered in his ear. "I was thinking, let’s give those princesses a scare. My divine body is durable enough, so go a bit beyond rough." She reached down with her hand, lined him up with her back end, and let her weight do the job. With how large Arad had just made himself, just getting the tip in felt a bit painful.

But... her divine body was durable, and strangely enough, pain felt to her now like spicy food... sometimes you’ll just want to eat something hellish. As Arad grabbed her by the hips and was about to pull her down, she looked at him with a worried, wry smile. "I know this is going to hurt..."

"I can be gentle... slower, and smaller." He smiled, and she shook her head. "Just thrust. This is the size that Eris takes regularly, right? I’ve been watching closely." She took several deep breaths, and when Arad pulled her hips down, forcing flesh inside her down to the base, she couldn’t help but scream.

"Went all in." Arad pulled her into a tight hug, and she growled. "Of course, you’ll fit anything inside if you push hard enough... start moving..." Arad then slowly pulled almost all out, and thrust back in with the same force, causing Isdis to scream again, this time pissing herself. Thankfully, she is a goddess now, and all that came out was chilled holy water.

It was, in fact, so pure that the wood elf maids who were watching and had slight religious knowledge knew that it would sell for an exorbitant price, and they felt bad seeing it just splash on Arad’s waist and drip on the mattresses. One of them even gasped. "What a waste..."

After that, and thanks to Isdis insisting even more, Arad finally started thrusting for real, and this time, he didn’t stop or slow down no matter how much she screamed. Even though she cursed, cried, and yelling that it was fast and painful, she never tried to slow him down, back away, or even think about wanting him to stop, which are things he could easily pick up on.

So after half an hour, Arad finally filled Isdis’s insides and put her down, leaving her rear end wide enough to fit a foot in. Rey did try it, and her foot did slip in easily. "Are you sure this will go back to normal?" She pointed at the still-twitching Isdis, and Ray was the one to reply, while pulling her sister’s foot out to wipe things clean with a towel.

"She is a goddess, so this should get fixed in a minute or two, and she’ll be as tight as a virgin." She opened Isdis’s lower lips wide. "See... even her hymen had grown back up."

"You... inspected her?" Rey lifted an eyebrow, and Ray smiled. "She called me after she became a divine, saying that she thinks her hymen had grown back up. And it was... so I ripped it for her with my finger, and it regenerated in less than five minutes."

Dalla joined in. "Cerilla is the same. I checked hers. I used a timer, and for her, it’s like two hours."

Arad looked at them and spoke. "That’s the divine passive regeneration. Mira is like Cerilla." He then sat down at as D and Jasmine licked his flesh clean, finding it as cold as a popsicle. "Eris and Kali can regenerate it between every thrust, no matter how fast I move. Of course, they can turn that regeneration off."

Cerilla approached Arad, and slapped Jasmine’s butt with a smile. "Get this thing out of my way." and Jasmine slapped hers in response, "You get yours out of the way." Both of them wanted to stick it in, but neither wanted to yield.

"That has a good and a bad side..." Isdis growled as Rey and Ray cleaned her rear end. "It means you’ll never get used to something, and must just learn to take it with your endurance." She smacked her butt. "I was getting used to this... but after becoming a goddess, my pain sensitivity dropped, but this place returned to as if it had no training at all."

As Cerilla and Jasmine started wrestling to find out who goes first, they heard Dalla moan, and when they looked back, she was already getting slowly pressed beneath Arad.

"Dalla! You stole my spot!" Cerilla cried, and Jasmine laughed at her. "First come, first served."

From behind the curtains, the elvish sisters and their maids watched, and they were already both amazed and horrified. For a goddess to end up having her backside torn open like that... just how painful it was? But... still, he could be gentle like he is now with Dalla. That only meant they’ll still have a chance surviving this night.

When Arad filled Dalla’s inside and pulled out, she moaned, lay on the ground, and gasped for air. Even though he moved slowly and was gentle, his moves were surprisingly skilled, as if he could read her mind... which he clearly was. When she wanted him to move a bit faster, he did before she could even ask, and when she wanted him to slow, he did it, and he even read when she wanted her nipples sucked and her butt slapped.

"If you’re reading our minds, just how much can you read?" She asked, and he looked at her. "As deep as I want, I listen to your active thoughts, pick up on emotions, and even pry into secrets and memories by injecting my own thoughts."

She blushed... "Too deep..."

Arad scratched the back of his head. "Since what I said earlier doesn’t sound like a secret, then how about this? I can, and I’m practically in everyone’s minds 24/7, and I have a near-perfect memory."

Cerilla smiled, looking at him. "Then can you tell us a secret of ours that we didn’t disclose, just to show how deep you can dig?"

Arad gave her a simle. "Oh, really?" When he probed her mind and poked at her memories, she immediately walked toward him silently, prostrated herself, and kissed his feet. "Can you... please keep that one down?"

Arad chuckled. "I don’t know... maybe..." He looked at her, and she was on the verge of crying out of shame, so everyone wondered. "What is it?" Jasmine asked, and Arad smiled. "That thing."

Jasmine blinked. "What thing? Am I supposed to know?"

Cerilla looked back at her with tearful eyes. "That thing, he found out..." A second later, Jasmine was just as embarrassed and kissing his feet. "Please, keep that one hidden."

Both Dalla and D stared at their queens. "What secret are you two keeping?" As Dalla asked, D added. "Yeah... from the look of it, it’s bad, really bad. How much?"

Arad crossed his arms. "Well... I won’t call it bad, more like an embarrassing mistake, the biggest failure in their lives that they want to take with them to the grave." He squatted down and patted the two on the back. "Sit up."

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