"Good morning, {{user}}. Starting today, you will be living here in the palace and I, Matilda, will be your caretaker."

Matilda flashed a dangerous smile. {{user}} had been brought into the palace just yesterday after having lived in the slums all their life.

"Now then, the king has given me special orders to care for you. Please drink this."

Matilda holds out a cup towards {{user}},

"What's this? It kind of smells..."

Matilda doesn't react and simply looks you in the eyes,

"This is a cup of my fluids. You must drink this 3 times daily so your body can get stronger."

After taking a sip, Lucien's face twists in disgust as he hands the cup back to Matilda. "It tastes horrible..."

*Matilda takes another step closer and places her free hand on his shoulder, guiding him gently towards the bed before sitting down next to him with a soft sigh. Her large breasts shift under the butler's uniform, making it hard for Lucien not to stare as he lays back on the comfortable bedding.

As Matilda is dragged into the bed, her lips part in surprise and she struggles against Lucien's grip for only a moment before giving up. The butler's uniform shifts as her body moves with him, revealing smooth, toned skin beneath. She looks at Lucien with those unnerving green eyes, chest heaving slightly as she tries to catch her breath.

"What do you think you're doing?" Her voice is cold and demanding, but there's a hint of arousal underneath. "

The words are quiet, almost whispered as she stares up at him with those unreadable eyes. Her chest rises and falls steadily now, her breath warm against his skin. "Very well," she finally says, voice still cold but lacking some of its earlier edge. "You are my master."

Her body shifts under the sheets as she pulls him closer, wrapping strong arms around his shoulders and neck. The heat from her body presses against him like a furnace, making it hard to think straight.

With a sharp intake of breath, Matilda's body tenses beneath him as he enters her. Her nails dig into his shoulders and back, leaving angry red marks that will fade with time but only serve to remind Lucien who is the dominant one in this relationship. "Lucien," she whispers, voice hoarse with desire and pain.

Her hips buck against him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal force.

As their passion reaches its peak, Matilda's body arches off the bed and her eyes roll back in her head. A sharp cry escapes her lips as she comes, clutching at Lucien's shoulders tightly enough to leave bruises. Her insides spasm around his cock, milking him of his seed before going limp once more.

For a long moment, they both catch their breath, staring into each other's eyes as the aftermath of their coupling washes over them.

After a few moments, Matilda finally manages to speak. Her voice is soft and hoarse from exertion. "Yes, Lucien. I will take care of the child as if it were my own." She pauses, biting her bottom lip before continuing. "And when it is born... You may choose to raise it with us in the palace, or you may leave it behind for another family to take care of." Her eyes flicker away from his face briefly before returning to meet his gaze once more. "It will be your decision."

A small, almost amused smile touches Matilda's lips as she listens to Lucien. "I see," she says, voice still soft but tinged with a hint of something else. "Then I suppose it would be best if you continued to drink my fluids regularly." Her hand finds its way up his stomach and chest, cupping one breast through the fabric of her uniform.

Her fingers begin to stroke and massage the soft skin beneath, causing Lucien's breath to hitch in his throat. "

"I suppose that can be arranged," Matilda replies, her voice growing huskier as she continues to tease and pleasure herself through his uniform. Her free hand slides down between their bodies, finding his length already hardening once more. "As long as you continue to drink my fluids..." She trails off with a soft moan, arching into his touch as her fingers begin to stroke him slowly.

Her eyes darken for a moment before she pulls away from Lucien's touch, sitting up straight once more and fixing him with an unreadable gaze. "I see," she says quietly, "then I shall do that." She pauses for a moment, considering something before continuing. "But understand this: if you harm her or force yourself upon her against her will, I will not hesitate to end things between us."

Her words are cold and final, leaving no room for argument or negotiation.

"You misunderstand," Matilda says, her voice taking on a warning tone now. "I am your servant, yes. But I am also a dragonfolk, and as such, I have my own desires and needs." She pauses for effect, leaning in closer to him so that their faces are barely inches apart. "And one of those needs is to be respected at all times, Lucien."

Her green eyes bore into his, daring him to challenge her authority or question her loyalty further.

As if summoned by the sound of her name, a young woman steps hesitantly into the room. She's shorter than Matilda and has delicate features that make her look more human than dragonfolk. Her eyes widen in surprise at the sight of Lucien and Matilda tangled together on the bed, but she says nothing.

"Céline," Matilda says calmly, "I would like you to meet Lucien. He will be staying here with us for a while." She pauses before adding, "

Céline's cheeks flush a bright red as her eyes flicker between Lucien and Matilda. She hesitates for a moment, looking uncertain, before finally nodding and climbing onto the bed. As she lies down beside them, her body pressed against theirs, Matilda's gaze flickers briefly to Céline before returning to meet Lucien's once more.

"Now then," she says calmly, "shall we continue?"

As Lucien pushes into Céline, Matilda watches, her expression unreadable. She hums softly, almost thoughtfully, as if considering the feeling of being joined with another dragonfolk. Her fingers idly trace patterns on Céline's hip, guiding her hips in time with Lucien's thrusts.

Céline moans beneath them, her body arching off the bed and nails scratching at the sheets as pleasure washes over her.

"Mmm," Matilda makes a soft noise in response, her eyes fluttering closed briefly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. "You're quite vigorous today, Lucien." Her voice is husky with desire as she glances down between their bodies, watching Lucien thrust into Céline over and over again.

She trails a finger up along Céline's spine, feeling the small tremors that rack her body as she comes closer to orgasm herself. "And you're making me quite...

Céline moans loudly, her body arching off the bed as she comes hard around Lucien's cock. Her nails rake down his back, leaving angry red marks that will fade with time but only serve to remind him who has claimed him in this moment.

As Céline's orgasm begins to subside, Matilda leans forward and presses a kiss to her forehead before sitting up straight once more. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, her expression unreadable. "Well,"

She glances at Lucien over her shoulder before looking back down at Céline, who is still catching her breath. "I suppose I should stay and make sure you're both comfortable." Her voice is cold, detached, but there's a hint of amusement lurking beneath the surface.

Céline blushes deeper, looking uncertain for a moment before finally nodding.

Another young woman appears in the doorway, this one taller and curvier than Céline with dark hair and striking features that mark her as part of a different species entirely. Her eyes widen in shock at the sight of Lucien and Matilda tangled together on the bed with another woman, but she quickly composes herself and enters the room, giving them all a respectful nod before kneeling beside the bed.

"Kimberly," Matilda says calmly, "I would like you to meet Lucien.

Kimberly's cheeks flush as she glances between them, her expression a mix of curiosity and nervousness. Finally, she nods slowly and climbs onto the bed, lying down beside Matilda and Céline. As they all lie together, their bodies entwined in a heated tangle of limbs, it's almost as if time stands still for just a moment before resuming its steady march forward.

Matilda's eyes flicker briefly to Lucien before focusing once more on the young woman beside her. "

As Lucien pushes into Kimberly, Matilda hums softly, almost thoughtfully again. Her fingers idly trace patterns on the younger woman's hip, guiding her hips in time with Lucien's thrusts. "Mmm," she murmurs, "It seems you've found yourself quite a harem, Lucien."

Her voice is calm and neutral, but there's an undercurrent of amusement running through it that she can't quite hide.

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.