The dragon's harem



Mira did her best to fight the gagging as tears slowly dripped from her eyes. When Arad saw her, he pulled out.

"Are you okay?" Arad asked.

"Why did you stop?" Mira gasped for air, staring at him.

"You're crying."

"I'm not. It's a bit uncomfortable to have something that deep in my mouth. Don't pull out unless I tap your thighs." She opened her mouth.

Arad grabbed her head again, slowly shoving his meat inside. A thrust after thrust, he pushed deeper and deeper until he got half the way inside.

CLAP! CLAP! Mira tapped on his thighs, and Arad immediately pulled out. She gasped for air. The large chunk of flesh in her mouth prevented her from breathing. It was less of a gagging issue and more of a breathing one.

Mira looked up at Arad, "How was it?" She asked.

Arad looked at her for a second, thinking about what he should say. The safest bet was, "It felt good." But in reality, he was more worried about her to think about how it felt.

Mira smiled, licking the base she couldn't reach. "Come on. It's your turn." Arad pulled Mira up by the shoulders. She stood facing him with a worried smile.

Arad kneeled to reach for her belt, carefully trying to get it open without breaking anything. CLICK! It opened, and he smiled. "I got it." Slowly he pulled Mira's pants down. PING! A button flew from under the zipper line, smacking his forehead.

"You forgot that one." Mira sighed with a sad face. The only one she can think of to fix her bran and pants was Merida. But she is now wondering how she could explain the damage. ^I should buy new ones. But I like those...Probably learning how to sew isn't a bad thing... But she has to buy a new bra lock from Merida anyway.^

When Arad pulled Mira's pants down, he could see her white panties, dripping wet in the middle. It was like with Aella. He stood, intending to shove his flesh inside.

"Wait, just that?" Mira looked at him, and he stared back at her. "I will do it slowly, don't worry." He replied.

"Can we do something first, or is that not good?" She looked away with a red face.

"Of course. What do you want?" Arad replied with a smile. She before said that licking him would make her feel less pain. She might have something else in mind.

Mira looked at Arad's pulsating flesh. It was too big, and she was scared to put it in. "I never put anything in there. Could we try a finger first?" She mumbled.

Mira extended her hands and grabbed Arad's right palm, lifting it to her face and sucking on his fingers for a second. She then lowed it to her crotch. "One finger only, and do it slowly."

Arad extended his index finger to her. It was tight, but he could push his finger all the way. Mira gasped, leaning to grasp his chest. She couldn't bear feeling his finger inside her. A new itch was born inside her and she wanted him to wiggle it around a bit.

"Arad, please move it." She gasped, looking at Arad's face with tears in her eyes and a strange grin on her face.

"In and out?" Arad asked, but she shook her head, "Like you're scratching something."

Arad started wiggling his finger inside, pulling in and out rapidly. Mira's body jerked, shaking with each move and gasping. "AH! AH!" Seeing her wiggle like a dying worm, Arad stopped for a second.

"Why did you stop?" She looked at him, her hands tightly gripped his chest.

"You looked in pain."

"I'm not, don't stop until I tell you to," Mira growled in frustration. She had wished Arad would take the lead. She dreamt of him doing things on his own. Her mother said that the best-case scenario was for him to start doing things on his own, and at that point, she only needed to withstand it. But he seemed clueless.

^Aella, what were you doing?^ She has expected Arad to have some experience, but she was a bit disappointed.

Mira extended her body to kiss Arad, "Remember what we're doing. Next time I don't want to have to tell you." She said as their lips parted, and then slid down to lick his chest as he started moving his finger in her.

Arad nodded, running what she said and did several times in his head as if he was preparing for a fight. What did she do, what could he do, and what would make for a better outcome? It only took him a few seconds to reach a conclusion, and it was to repeat what she did and only stop if she asked him to.

Mira had her eyes closed as she relaxed on him, but she suddenly felt him trying to push another finger in. She gasped, her body jolted a pit as her hymen was about to break. Thud! She felt Arad's other arm wrapping around her back, keeping her in place.

A mild pain radiated from her crotch up to her teeth. She had hit her fingers with hammers more than she can remember, and this wasn't enough to faze her. She grid her teeth in silence, letting Arad's two fingers get in.

Arad immediately started twirling his fingers as if there was no tomorrow. "AH!" Mira moaned, gasping as if she was hit in the guts. The pain from her broken hymen quickly turned into an annoying itch, and Arad was scratching it nicely. Like a Q-tip in her ear.

Arad looked at her writhing her hips, he wanted to stop but didn't. If she didn't tell him to stop, he better keep going.

After a while, Arad pulled his fingers up. And Mira rested on his chest panting like she had run a mile.

Arad grabbed her by the hips, lifting her body up like she was a small bag. "What are you doing?" Mira gasped.