The dragon's harem - Chapter 1974 1974: The Willful Maid Lamiana

When Arad was done with Daisy, it was Lamiana’s turn, and unlike Daisy, she didn’t hesitate for a second and jumped on him the moment Daisy was out. She wasn’t going to get scolded by Eris like Daisy, and she also wasn’t going to let such a chance slip from her hands.

By the time his flesh was all the way inside her, she was already thinking of a way to retain this moment for longer. What should she do to not just have one round, but multiple? First, she took a moment to adjust to the pain, and when her insides calmed down and got used to Arad’s size, she wrapped her legs around his waist and started moving on her own. Not too fast, and not too slow.

She had learned so much just from watching Arad do it with his wives, and was now trying to go through all of that inside her head and figure out a way to draw his love. There were countless options, and trying to pinpoint what exactly turned Arad on was extremely hard, because each time he did it with his wives, he was pandering to them, and he rarely showed what he would prefer.

In reality, she knew one thing that turned Arad on, but she just wasn’t built to take advantage of it, and it was power. She was far too weak to capture his interest, and thus was desperately seeking something else to take advantage of.

It was then that she had to gamble on her secret weapon, a knowledge that not many of the maids dared know or even look for. It had taken a lot of secret informants and disguised maids asking around for her to gather that single piece of valuable information.

She smiled, put one hand on Arad’s shoulder, and looked right at his eyes as she clenched a fist. Arad’s eyes opened up as he stared at her knuckles, and it was then that something clicked inside his head.

Lamiana threw a punch at his face, and he dodged it with a confused expression. Why is this maid attacking him? And why did he dodge her attack? Such a weak punch won’t even move his eyelashes.

“You got no tracking at all. Don’t aim where my head is, aim where it should be after I dodge.” He stared at her with a side eye, and all he could see was her other fist flying toward his nose.

Her fist was just an inch away from his face, but he still managed to dodge it with ease. He and Lamiana were locked at the hips, but even then, his martial skills and raw speed allowed him to dodge her attacks with relative ease.

When Lamiana was snooping around trying to find a way to seduce Arad, she came upon a crucial piece of information, which was about Alcott, not Arad. From several sources all around the world, she learned that in his young days, Alcott had more than a hundred affairs with countless women, and most of them had a similar experience.

Alcott barely showed an interest in women who were submissive in bed, and in several cases, he just stood and left them on the spot if they were too soft. It seemed that he preferred more aggressive ones like barbarians or rough and sassy rogues more than docile princesses.

If Arad was anything like his father, he might prefer women who resist him more than those who just submit, explaining why he is attracted to powerful ones like Eris or Gamond, or at least give another explanation besides him being a dragon.

Lamiana now decided to take advantage of that and gamble. She can’t actively resist because Arad would stop, and that isn’t what she wants. Instead, she would try to flip him over and take on the dominant role. While such a thing would’ve been impossible if Arad remained in his true size, he had gotten smaller to accommodate her, and that allowed her to wrestle him, as long as he didn’t take her seriously.

As both of her punches were dodged, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and stared at him right in the eyes, voluntarily lifting her hips up, and smashing them down with all of her might, forcing his flesh into her deepest part.

She stared at his eyes with a grin, barely able to hold her voice back. That thrust was damn painful, but she had to try and take the lead, to squeeze him dry.

“I hope you don’t mind a bit of an insolent maid, Master.” She looked at him, and Arad grabbed her by the hips. “Insolent? What are you going on about?”

She tried her best to look stoic, but her face was burning with a blush, and her entire lower half throbbed, making her feel a bit dizzy. “I’m saying that this is my first time in my whole life, the first time I’m doing it with you, and it might be my last time.”

She was a virgin, and to her, this first time was quite important, and painful with how big Arad is. But, she also knew that with the maid’s luck, this might be the only time she gets to do it with him in her entire life.

“I’m going to make you moan, My Master.” As she proclaimed, she started moving on her own, while she reached behind her and grabbed his gems, trying to squeeze them. She had to use all of her mental power to hold back her surprise when she found out they were as hard as steel balls.

Arad stared at her for two seconds with his eyes blinking, and he then started thinking for another second before finally opening his mouth. “AHhhh!”

Lamiana froze for a second, and Arad looked at her with a smile. “Like this?”

She immediately snapped, grabbed him by the neck, and pushed him back down. “No! I’m going to force it out!”

While that wasn’t her actual goal, she had at least managed to gain his interest and have him engaged with her. As long as she keeps this up, she might even get him to fill her twice, not just once. She quickly dove on his face, pinning him down with a kiss as she started moving her hips with all of her might.

The first few thrusts were agonizing, but afterward, her body quickly got used to Arad’s size, and she finally started to feel pleasure, which only allowed her to go harder and faster. Quickly, her worried and forced smile turned into a genuine, horny smirk.

The only thing that could get in her way was the others here in the bath, but for now, they all just watched, and no one looked to be about to stop them, which Lamiana expected, since she was now acting exactly like Merida would.

Looking down as she pushed Arad to the floor by the neck, she couldn’t be grateful enough to him, since if he wanted two, she wouldn’t be able to nudge him by a hair’s breadth. It seems that what the wives told them was true. Arad would never use his power against the maids, even if they were to spit on his face.

But then, Arad’s arm moved and grabbed her by the neck, which quickly pulled her back to reality and away from pleasure. Feeling his fingers around her neck, she froze in place, and a bit of piss leaked out as she was about to start crying in fear. She thought that she had gone too far, and this was her end, one squeeze and her head and body would be divorced.

But instead of that, Arad pulled her toward him for a kiss and quickly flipped around, making her lie beneath him. As their lips parted, he glared at her eyes and smiled. “What? Got scared?”

She took a second to relax, and then grabbed his hand, pulling it back toward her neck, as she too grabbed his neck with both hands. “No, you’re the one who is scared.”

Hearing that, Arad couldn’t be happier and immediately pounded her insides with two powerful thrusts, making her gasp. “What did you say?”

But at that time, Lamiana had long since stopped feeling pain, and all of his thrusts were nothing but pleasurable to her. So, she got bolder, wrapping her legs around his hips with a smug grin. “Come on, my chest is feeling lonely.”

Arad immediately plunged down at her chest, started sucking on her nipples as he thrusted with even more thrusts. It was then that he decided to give this maid all that she wanted and more, to feed her until she couldn’t eat anymore.

He filled her insides not just once, but twice. Even though she wasn’t a fan of using her back hole, Arad had that filled as well, followed by her mouth. He didn’t leave a part of her body unloved and unused, making sure that she needed a second bath and a week’s rest before she could walk straight again.

When Arad was done with her, she was lying on the floor, twitching and gasping for air. He sat beside her and asked. “Are you okay?”

She slowly moved her head aside, looked at him, and smiled. “My butt is killing me; you might’ve ripped it open.” She then barely managed to sit up and bowed her head. “I’m sorry for my behaviour, but this was an experience I will never forget.”

She had gotten what she wanted, and with this much inside her, if she doesn’t get pregnant, then it is clear that her own body is too weak to bear his child.