The dragon's harem

Arad sighed as he sucked down on Mira’s breasts. They are dryer than he thought. He would have been happier if they were half as juicy as Aella’s. He then shook his head. He can’t compare them since to each her charm.

Mira stared at Arad as he shook his head, “Don’t rub your face on my chest,”

Arad stopped and smiled, “You did the same. You can’t fault me,” With a grin, he gently pecked one of her nipples.

Mira gasped for air, her hands pushing on Arad’s head as she tried to move his head away from her chest. “Forget about it. You don’t have enough strength to get away from me,” Arad was just as persistent as her. If he wanted something, he would take it.

“Fine, but don’t suck on them,” She exhaled, trying to pull her breasts down away from Arad.

“That isn’t something I can compromise on,” Arad smiled, giving her nipples a hard double suck. If one didn’t have enough milk, two might.

Mira’s body writhed, convolting as she gasped for air. There was one reason she didn’t want Arad around her breasts. They were too sensitive, far from what she was comfortable with.

As Mira was busy focusing on her chest, she felt something push inside her stomach. Arad had reached her limit, and it was going to be agonizing if he pushed further against her cervix.

“Arad, please stop. You’re going too deep,” Mira gasped, extending her hands to push on his chest.

Arad stopped pushing deeper, “I’m only two-thirds of the way in,” He said looking down, and then stared at her face. “You took it deep last time,” He asked with a worried face.

“I only know you reached the limit. I can’t take you deeper,” She then scratched her chin, “If you pressed further, you might damage the egg,”

As she said those words, Arad froze in place for a second, pulling out immediately. “What do you mean?”

Mira was surprised he pulled out but preferred to answer his question first, “The egg should be behind the limit you reached. If you went any deeper you would be crushing it,”

Arad nodded, something boiling in his head. His consciousness rushed deeper into his mind, waking Doma, “You never told me doing it while she’s pregnant could damage the egg!”

Doma woke up with Mom. ^[She won’t be harmed as long as you stay sensible. A normal human can’t possibly cause harm unless in the last months, but you’re a dragon with massive size and steel-like hardness,]^

[Take it slow and go only as deep as she allows you,] Mom added as she went back to sleep with Doma.

Arad sighed, and Mira looked at his face, worried, “You okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just that Doma or Mom didn’t warn me about this before. What if I pushed too deep by mistake?” Arad growled.

Mira smiled, “You won’t, and you didn’t.” She extended her hands, touching his face, “Come, we still have a long night.” She pulled him closer.

Arad gently lined himself back and pushed forth. Mira gasped as she felt him rub against her again, but this time urged him to move a bit faster. She would be fine as long as he doesn’t go too deep.

Arad started to once again suck her breasts, causing her to writhe and wiggle as he quickly ramped up speed. From now on, he has to be careful with her, especially since she’s pregnant.

“Arad,” Mira smiled, reaching up to Arad’s face. Giving him a gentle kiss. “Sorry, I can’t take you whole,” She looked into his eyes, “After this egg is out, I promise to let you go all the way in, no matter what.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Arad kissed her back.

****

Knock! Knock! Knock! Aella opened her eyes, hearing someone knocking on her door. She mumbles, “Who comes this late at night?” Whoever this person was, he interrupted her meditation.

“Hold!” Zephyr flew out of her, “You remain here, I will see who’s there,”

“You sure?” Aella asked, and Zephyr smiled, “They can’t hurt me, and even if they did I will just emerge from you.”

Zephyr acted as a summon for Aella. She would merely return inside her if she was killed in battle, which means Zephyr could be summoned again if she or Aella had enough mana to do so.

Zephyr flew toward the door, shrinking her body enough to fit through the keyhole and go outside. She could see a large armored man standing there, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.

“Oi! Big guy!”

The man blinked, looking around and poking his ear, “I just heard something,” .

“You deaf human! I’m here!” Zephyr shouted, and the man stared at her. She was as small as a fly, standing on the door’s lock.

The man looked closer at her, surprised and fascinated at the sight of a rare creature. “You’re a pixie, aren’t you? What are you doing here?”

“Hemph!” Zephyr tilted her head, glaring at the man’s face. She could sense no malice from him. He’s here with a purpose. “Speak up human, I have no time,”

The man nodded, “Sorry, you can call me Adron of the golden hands, an officer in the holy army of Alseria. We serve the goddess of the sun and eclipse, Amaterasu, the goddess of the harvest, Jemima, and the god of dawn and renewal, Evander.” He bowed.

Zephyr stared at the man, thinking, what does the holy army have to do with Aella? Arad didn’t cause any trouble with them, yet.

“What does a messenger of the gods do at my front door? You know the fae don’t fancy the mortals’ beliefs” Zephyr glared at the man, “One wrong deed and I will attack,” She lifted her hand, causing the wind in the hallway to howl.

“Of course, I don’t intend to offend you.” The man bowed again, “We sensed a trace of Elis’s divine magic around here, the goddess of the dark elves. I was sent to investigate that.” He looked at the door, “If a messenger of hers is here, we very much like to have a talk with them about the one thousand-year-old war.”