The dragon's harem

It was a mistake. A huge mistake that Arad didn’t expect. He had gone with her wishes and didn’t hold back anything. He had feared that he might harm her, that he was too big or took too strong, that what happened with Merlin might repeat itself.

He was wrong. Too wrong that it wasn’t even funny. And now, he was the one suffering. Nina wasn’t that far away from his physical strength, and sometimes she was even stronger based on the situation.

Arad had spent enough time caressing her, gently skimming her whole body from her hair to her lips, plump bosom, chiseled abs, and down to her mighty thighs and sharp toes. He didn’t leave a single path of skin unexplored, but that was where the pleasant time ended.

After the first thrust, the one he put all of his power into, the one where he managed to fit all of himself inside her… while he had used a lot of strength to force himself inside, her body pressed back on him with equal force, threatening to rip his thing apart, and that was understating it.

With one hand pressing her hands to her back, and the other wrapped around her neck, Arad pushed with all he could, gritting his teeth at the ordeal he found himself in. With each thrust booming like thunder across the cavern, he noticed that one of the reasons Zephyr was here was to seal the sound.

Nina, on the other hand, looked to be drawing in bliss. She had lived long years thinking that she was already a forgotten apple, that her days were long past her. Her power had become a curse that prevented her from finding a partner, from finding happiness.

But now she finally managed to settle down, and not just with anybody, but with someone who could fulfil her dream, a man stronger than her. Now she couldn’t wipe the large smile from her face, and she couldn’t keep herself from showing how pleased she was.

But to Arad, a huge problem was dawning on him: he had to keep up with her. He is stronger, so where is the problem? It is in the details. Arad’s thing, while massive, wasn’t made of muscles; nowhere as durable as his arms, where muscles and bones existed.

Arad was stronger than Nina, he could keep her pinned as she wanted, he could thrust with enough force, but… but… Nina’s insides were now crushing down on his poor thing, with the muscles of a tarrasque, and one that is drunk in heat at that.

With each thrust, the pressure on his thing was so great that it forced the blood back into his body. Causing him to feel a sharp jolt of pain each time. It wasn’t his thing that forced her insides to grow wider, it was her insides that forced and crushed his thing into a smaller size.

But even with that, Arad wasn’t going to give up; he was a proud dragon as well, and he wouldn’t lose to a barbarian. Using most of his Pricolici powers, he forced the blood to flow and harden, trying to reinforce himself. The poor thing had already cracked several times by now, and he had to heal it.

After several minutes, that rough hell was over as they both reached their limit. Arad pulled out, leaving her insides filled to the brim, and he fell down, exhausted. Nina plummeted on her face, twitching and giggling on her own. He could see her hips still convulsing and twitching with each chuckle that escaped her droll-dripping lips.

Arad took this chance to catch his breath. This round was over, but looking at Nina’s red face, she wasn’t done. He should expect at least several more rounds. And by this time, Zephyr wasn’t even pretending to be asleep. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching them in silence with a stern face.

When he looked at her, she smiled and signalled at Nina, “Chop! Chop! Soldier, your mission isn’t over yet. But worry not, I’ll knock her out if you can’t hold out anymore.”

Arad growled and looked at Nina, who was already turning around, her eyes staring at him with an insatiable lust. It was obvious, and he should’ve expected it. All of the tarrasque’s three needs were vast and powerful, just like her hunger, just like her need for a safe place, just like her sexual drive.

So, who was he with now? Nina or the monster inside her, the answer was simple. Both are the same. When Nina saw his tired face, she suddenly frowned, looking down with a sad yet satisfied expression. “Should we stop here?” She looked at him.

Arad shook his head, “No. We’ll keep until you can’t do it anymore, and then we’ll do it even more until you faint.”

Hearing his words, her face grew redder and redder. She looked down and gasped, “If… you want to…”

She wasn’t completely oblivious to his struggle. While during the process she tends to lose herself to the pleasure, the moment they stop, her mind seems to clear quickly. She always felt refreshed seconds after stopping.

She had been told that doing it felt refreshing, but it wasn’t like this. What Aella or Eris described was something, and the fairy beside them wasn’t hiding anything. When Nina looked at her, she was quickly told that it was indeed Zephyr’s that was waking her mind each time they finished.

What Zephyr was doing was depriving Nina’s body of oxygen right after they finished and sending it to her brain instead, thus quelling the monster and walking her up. The reason she was sitting so close and staring at them with an intense gaze is that doing such a thing to the body of a tarrasque was quite hard, especially since she had to get through the reflective skin.

Of course, Arad asked how she could get past the skin, and Zephyr replied with a simple word that sent Arad for a loop. “Nose.” Zephyr’s magic was getting into Nina’s bloodstream in the same way normal air would get in.

Arad took a deep breath and pulled Nina closer, he wasn’t done yet. Nina was the first woman he met and probably the first that he started developing feelings for. Now she is the first to put him through the grinder and test his limits.

The two stuck together, and the night kept going.