Chapter 293: Siris
"Siris, why not cut yours short like mine?"
Karlamine chuckled lightly, teasing: "Anything would look better than your previous style."
Siris paused momentarily, then began contemplating seriously.
Compared to short hair, Haruto preferred long hair more. Although girls following the warrior path tended toward shorter styles, long hair wasn't unheard of.
With enough adaptation, it wouldn't cause too much trouble.
"Siris, keep it as it is." Haruto stepped forward and embraced the maiden's slender waist, whispering: "Consider this my small whim, because I prefer how you look now."
Siris's cheeks flushed slightly as she nodded gently. At most, she'd just need more time to adapt—if it could please Lord Haruto, everything was worthwhile.
Haruto had already informed them about becoming Ravel's Familiars.
Unsurprisingly, all fourteen girls were extremely willing.
Beyond being able to dual cultivate with Haruto and receive physical healing, this was their most delightful news.
Ravel was their master, and Haruto was Ravel's master.
Having already dual cultivated with Haruto—with more sessions to come—the maidens quickly realized they had become Haruto's personal maids.
Personal maids prioritize fulfilling their master's demands above all else.
Outside the window, the night deepened like an obsidian curtain enveloping everything.
Haruto felt something brush against his trousers. Looking down, he saw it was Siris's pale, soft, delicate hand.
The blue-gray-haired beauty with her somewhat aloof personality, though bashful, proactively began performing her duties as a personal maid.
Her jade-like hand first rested on Haruto's thigh, then after confirming the position, moved upward along his leg, palm gliding toward his inner thigh.
Her hand ventured between his legs, finding the still-soft dragon. She grasped it and began caressing it with the gentleness reserved for treasured artifacts.
Having no experience with men beyond occasional moments of solace with Karlamine during lonely nights, her movements were exceedingly careful, afraid that even slightly excessive pressure might hurt Haruto.
Siris used her soft, pale hands to stroke up and down, stimulating the prominent veins along the dragon's length. Her delicate hands felt almost boneless, carrying a faint scent of maidenly perspiration as they encircled Haruto's dragon. The cool, supple sensation immediately provoked a reaction from it.
As blood surged downward, the dormant dragon abruptly raised its head, tenting his loose sleep trousers dramatically.
After enjoying Siris' ministrations for a while, Haruto decided not to prolong the maiden's embarrassment. He lifted her sleek black dress himself.
First to catch his eye were lace-trimmed panties. Whether from excitement or curiosity, the maiden's arousal had already manifested - the delicate fabric was damp, clearly revealing the captivating landscape it concealed.
Haruto's gaze fixated on the glimpses of snowy flesh and subtle contours, until Siris' embarrassed grip tightened around the dragon, prompting him to continue.
The flimsy black dress fluttered to the floor, fully revealing the girl's unexpectedly voluptuous figure to Haruto.
Slender alabaster arms, full rounded breasts, a soft willow-waist, smooth sensual abdomen, and shapely firm thighs - all presented silent temptation...
Haruto bent down, sweeping Siris into his arms horizontally. Amid her startled gasp, he pressed her firmly into the center of the large bed.
Nearby, Karlamine watched with lust-glazed eyes, a slender finger drifting downward to gently rub her plump petals.
Observing the two seemingly merging on the bed, she pushed aside her pink panties, slightly parted her beautiful legs, and eagerly inserted a jade finger into her tightly closed seam.
"Mmm..."
Stripped bare and pinned to the bed, Siris released soft moans as her complexion flushed. Translucent moisture continuously seeped from her tender valley with Haruto's movements.
"Ah... Lord Haruto... so good..."
Just then, Siris emitted another low moan, her pleasure evidently intensifying beyond restraint.
"Lord Haruto... Master... please take Siris..."
The usually reserved knight maiden's desire had peaked. Having acknowledged her feelings, she displayed unprecedented initiative and passion.
Seeing Siris' desperate state, Haruto grew equally excited, his dragon throbbing incessantly as heat spread through his body.
No longer hesitating, he resolved to thoroughly punish this outwardly cold yet intensely passionate, silver-blue-haired, large-breasted knight maiden with his dragon.
Gathering his strength, Haruto thrust his hips downward forcefully. The upward-curving dragon tore through delicate petals, parted slick flesh, and violently collided with the maiden's core.
"Ah... wuu..."
To Haruto's surprise, despite being a Knight, Siris cried out in pain at this thrust, even tears glistening in her eyes.
"Siris, are you alright?" Haruto immediately stopped his movements, asking with concern.
The Knight beauty forced a strained smile, "It's... it's fine, Master. It's just my first time, so it hurts a little... I'll adapt soon... Mph..."
Not every maiden possesses such an exceptional constitution that they can quickly adapt to their first time and experience supreme pleasure.
Just as there are painless physiques, there are also those prone to intense pain.
Siris clearly belonged to the latter category.
Despite her long-trained physique and willpower, the overly fierce penetration by the massive dragon had made her cry out instantly.
Haruto now realized that the Knight beauty's initiative in seeking intimacy, cold on the outside but passionate within, had led him to subconsciously assume she was another perfect vessel.
Knowing it was her first time, he still hadn't controlled the dragon's size and had thrust to the hilt in one go.
If not for Siris's flower path being excessively tight, he might have pushed in the remaining half of the dragon as well.
Fortunately, he stopped in time, or it might have left psychological scars on Siris.
Haruto halted his movements while gradually reducing the dragon's size.
Seeing the maiden's tightly furrowed brows slowly relax, he stopped the transformation and lowered his head to kiss her sweat-beaded, perky breasts.
Haruto gently pinched her pink, sensitive buds with both hands, stimulating the maiden's bodily desires to help her better accommodate the dragon inside.
Siris initially wanted to say she could endure it and that Haruto needn't hold back, but before she could repeat herself, under his delicate and masterful caresses, the pain quickly faded, replaced by tingling pleasure.
"Mmm..."
She let out an uncontrollable moan, her fair cheeks flushing crimson, though it was now impossible to tell whether it was from shyness or arousal.
Haruto, who had been closely observing the maiden, immediately noticed the changes in her body and decisively began gently moving the dragon while watching her expressions to adjust speed and angle accordingly.
"Mph... Mmm... Master... This feels so strange..."
Siris narrowed her eyes as continuous waves of pleasure assaulted her mind.
"Harder... Master... Harder..."
"Does it still hurt now?"
"N... No, but it's so itchy..."
Haruto slightly increased his pace, and under his skilled techniques, the maiden adapted quickly.
Under the overwhelming pleasure of the dragon's penetration, Siris clung tightly to Haruto, the pain of her first time completely replaced by ecstasy.
The massive dragon slowly yet firmly withdrew and thrust into the pale flower valley, each impact drawing a melodious muffled moan from her cute, upturned nose. Her fair little feet wrapped around Haruto's back, with each slender jade-like toe curling inward adorably.
Haruto continued his leisurely thrusts, simply adapting to the overly tight flower path while subtly restoring the dragon to its original size.
Thus, no matter how much Siris adapted, her flower valley remained as warm, moist, and tantalizingly tight as at the beginning, filled with endless temptation.
In the girl's soft, low moans, Haruto thrust roughly a hundred times. He could feel Siris's valley continuously secreting streams of lustful fluid under his pounding, making the movements of the fully-formed dragon increasingly smooth with each thrust.
Thus he exerted force once more, lifting the girl's shapely legs higher until the backs of her knees hooked over his shoulders.
His other arm wrapped around her waist, adding strength to the lift, and remarkably lifted Siris completely off the bed, suspending her in mid-air solely through their physical connection.
In this position, Haruto's massive dragon could penetrate even deeper, while Siris, trapped like a tethered bird, could not move an inch, forced to passively accept the dragon's full, root-deep thrusts.