The dragon's harem

Chapter 2236: Don’t Call The Archon

Will those solutions be enough? Arad didn’t know... but all they could do was try them and hope they’ll work. He leaned back on his chair, and threw a glance at Jasmine. ”What do you think?”

Jasmine shifted her legs as she started thinking. ”On our side... we still hold hatred toward the high elves... but it’s less ingrained in our blood.” She looked around at her guards, who were all pirates with her in the old days. ”We have done our fair share of shady business, so the dark side of war isn’t as grim to us.”

She then smiled. ”For her idea of marriage, we got the best opportunity here, as both Cerilla and I married you.” She pointed at her chest, and then at Cerilla with a smug smile. ”How about it? Instead of having separate crowning ceremonies, let’s have a single one in both kingdoms, no, all three kingdoms with Li.”

Li gasped in the back. ”Me as well?” Even now, she still couldn’t think of herself anywhere near those two legendary queens who ruled with iron fists. She was just a spoiled princess who wanted to escape the confines of her kingdom... she didn’t deserve to stand by Cerilla and Jasmine’s sides.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Right now, as inexperienced and weak as Li was, she sat with Jasmine and Cerilla as their equal. Her still being a princess didn’t matter, as eventually she was going to inherit the throne, and her entire kingdom had already joined the empire.

She could easily walk up to her father and take the crown as casually as picking an apple from a tree, and the only reason she isn’t doing that is pure respect and honor. Also, the fact is that she can’t run a kingdom yet, so it is better to let her father handle everything until she finishes her studies.

They had at some point considered letting Arad handle the politics, but honestly... he is bad at it. To handle the politics of any nation, the king must know everything about that kingdom, all of its nobles, their habits, and the economic landscape.

Jasmine looked at the embarrassed Li. ”Look at you blushing. I’m the one naked here.” That was true. All of the Dark Elves were naked, the High Elves wore tight white robes that barely covered anything, and only the Wood Elves wore decent clothes.

Li stared at Jasmine for a few long seconds, blushed even harder, and then looked away. ”Then wear something. Why do you Dark Elves even stay naked?”

Jasmine smiled. ”Well, we don’t. Only married women stay naked in the houses of their husbands, or if you live alone. Like the high elves, it is indecent to show our hands and feet to strangers.”

She lifted her feet and then rested them on Cerilla’s lap. ”Me, Cerilla here, you, Dalla, D, Noel, and every single one of our guards. We all belong to Arad, and this is our house, with only us inside.”

Cerilla pushed Jasmine’s feet out of her lap and gave her a quick, sharp glare. ”Take this seriously.” She then shifted her attention toward Arad. ”I’ll give the speech as you asked, and I’ll get Mathilde to participate as well. I might just be a demigoddess, but she is a full-fledged archon.”

The moment she said that, Mathilde appeared in the middle of the room, landing right in front of Arad and kneeling down. Cerilla gave one stare and sighed. ”I called you. Why are you kneeling to him?”

Mathilde sucked her wings in and then looked back at Cerilla with a smug grin and a faint blush on her face. ”How could I kneel to you with him around?” She shivered, looked at Arad’s face, and then stood, sitting on his lap. She then lifted both of her bare feet, waved them in front of everyone, and then rested between Arad’s legs.

All of the elvish guards blushed and looked away, and Cerilla growled. ”Diana was right. You are a foot fetish archon.” Even she was a bit taken aback.

”What are you doing?” Arad wrapped his arms around Mathilde’s torso, and she moaned loudly. Everyone could clearly see the dripping clear liquid escaping from her bottom lip. The poor thongs she wore held nothing back.

”I’ve been feeling frustrated for a while now...” Mathilde moaned as the peaks of the two mountains on her chest grew taller. She ground her thighs together as her toes curled, and one of the elvish guards was was watching fell face-first on the ground and sprayed everyone behind her.

Cerilla sighed, rubbing her face. ”She is a mental hazard.” Seeing Mathilde like that, even she was turned on and now craved Arad’s flesh. She really wanted to jump in, pull his flesh out, and shove it inside her. She wanted to shove her feet in his face and have him suck her toes until she reached heaven. In fact, she already did reach heaven just thinking about it, as a huge pool had formed beneath her chair.

Isdis, who was beside Arad, sighed, moved her hand, and grabbed Mathilde by the neck. ”You rascal...” She growled at her, and Mathilde seemed to like it as her blush grew even deeper.

Isdis reached down with her hand, pulled Arad’s flesh out, and let it punch its way into Mathilde’s lower lips. Just that simple thrust was enough to make Mathilde moan as loudly as her lungs could as she poured a whole river on Isdis’s hand.

Isdis looked at her hand for a second and used it to slap Mathilde. She then pushed her face aside and kissed Arad. ”Don’t show her any mercy. Tear her insides out.”

Arad returned the smile. ”You don’t have to worry about that.” He grabbed Mathilde’s neck with one hand and her waist with the other, lifted her a bit, and then pulled her down as hard as he could.

”Ah! Ah!” Mathilde moaned, ”Harder! Harder, daddy!” For a second there, Arad almost snapped her neck on his hand. He lifted an eyebrow, but then sighed and kept thrusting.

Most of the elvish guards were already pleasuring themselves, while only the Queens and their direct servants remained somewhat calm. Cerilla looked tired but was blushing and barely managing to contain a grin. Jasmine enjoyed the show, and Li covered her blushing face with her hands, leaving convenient holes between her fingers so she could watch.

Dalla sat calmly with her eyes closed, and she was the only one in the room looking unfazed at all. D looked more jealous and angry than frustrated, and Noel was the only one who dared stand up and get close to get a better look.

Isdis approached her. ”What are you trying to do?” As she asked, Noel looked at her. ”I was trying to get a better look.” She pointed to where Arad’s flesh was hammering Mathilde’s lower lips. ”Is this how it looks when I was doing it with him?”