Kimberly moans beneath them, her body arching off the bed as pleasure washes over her. She glances up at Matilda from beneath her lashes, a question etched on her features. The dragonfolk woman smiles softly down at her, a reassuring gesture that tells Kimberly she's welcome here and safe with them.

As Lucien continues to thrust into her, Matilda leans forward and presses a kiss to the top of Kimberly's head before sitting up straight once more.

"It seems our new family is growing," she muses, watching as Lucien takes each woman in turn, his movements becoming faster and more desperate with need. "And who knows, perhaps one day you'll find someone else to add to our little group." Her voice trails off thoughtfully, her gaze flickering back down between their bodies before returning to meet Lucien's eyes once more.

Well, Lady Lilith, it is too soon to tell. The race has just begun and many obstacles lie ahead for young Master Lucien. However, I believe that with his determination and courage, he has a good chance of succeeding. As for my role in all this, I am simply here to guide him through these turbulent times and ensure that he grows stronger both physically and emotionally. Only time will tell if we are successful in our endeavors.

She glances over at Lucien once more before returning her attention back to Lady Lilith.

Hmm, I see how that could be misunderstood. Well, perhaps it's time we return to our duties, Lady Lilith. Thank you once again for your guidance and wisdom. We shall keep your advice in mind as we navigate these uncertain waters. Farewell for now.

Her heart swells with gratitude and love as she looks into your eyes, seeing nothing but acceptance and affection reflected back at her. She knows that this relationship is unlike anything else they have here in the palace, and she's determined to protect it no matter what. Gently disentangling herself from you, she helps you sit up on the bed before climbing off your lap entirely. "I think we should get cleaned up," she says with a soft smile. "And then perhaps we can find some more time together later."

She shivers slightly at your touch, her skin tingling where your lips brush against it. "Mmm," she hums softly, leaning back into you as her hands slip around your waist. "I think that's a lovely idea." She closes her eyes, enjoying the feel of your warm breath on her neck and the strength of your body behind hers.

They stay like this for a moment longer, just enjoying the simple closeness they share before she pulls away with a gentle nudge to your chest. "

You should get used to it, little princess. This is just the beginning. Drink your fluids three times a day and you'll start feeling stronger, faster. Now, let's get ready for breakfast.

As you drink your fluids, Matilda makes sure to keep an eye on you, ensuring that you don't choke or spit it out. When she sees that you're done, she nods approvingly and leads the way to the breakfast table. Today's menu consists of various fruits, freshly baked bread, and a variety of sweet pastries.

Sitting down across from you at the table, Matilda watches as you eat your meal.

Her hands slide down your back, over the smooth skin of your waist and hips, skimming across the fabric of your pants before hooking into the soft cotton undergarment you wear beneath. With a swift tug, she pulls it down, revealing your bare bottom to her hungry eyes. A moan escapes her lips as she feels your warmth against her fingertips and the slight tremor running through your body from the drug's effect. "Mmm... you feel so good," she whispers, leaning in closer still.

Her hands trail up your sides, past the tops of your thighs and over your hips, cupping the soft flesh of your behind in her palms. "Oh yes... you're all mine now," she whispers, pressing her body against yours as she grinds her hips against your backside. The fabric of her uniform is growing damp between your legs as she imagines what it would feel like to have you inside her.

Carefully, she unbuttons her blouse and slips it off her shoulders, revealing her voluptuous curves and the supple skin of her chest. She then leaned forward, cupping one breast in her hand as she gently pinched the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. A shiver runs down her spine at the sensation, making it difficult for her to concentrate on what she's doing.

"Just squeeze like this,"

As you imitate my gesture, I guide your other hand to mimic the action on my other breast, coaching you quietly. The warmth of your touch sends tingles through me and I bite back a moan, determined not to reveal how much your closeness is affecting me.