**Chapter 662: Maid of the Dragon**
**Scene 1**
**Lantilles, Private Officer Quarters**
**Dagon POV**
The lights in our private suite were dimmed to a soft, warm glow. After the intensity of recent campaigns and the emotional weight of birthdays and alliances, we had all needed a night to simply *be*. But tonight, Zule had other plans.
She had listened to Sakura's mischievous suggestions about "what aroused men in our old world," and the result was standing before me now — breathtaking.
Zule wore a classic French maid outfit, perfectly tailored to her hybrid form. The black dress with white frills hugged her curves, the skirt short enough to reveal the elegant garter belts around her smooth thighs. The ensemble was scandalously elegant — the kind of fantasy that would have been rare even in my old world, yet here it was, brought to life by a Falleen-Zeltron hybrid who knew exactly what she was doing.
Her long purple hair cascaded over one shoulder, and her skin — that intoxicating mix of reptilian smoothness and Zeltron sensitivity — shimmered faintly under the low light. The subtle color shifts were already beginning: a deepening pink flush spreading across her chest and neck as arousal built.
"You like it?" Zule asked, her voice a sultry purr as she gave a slow turn, the frills of the skirt flaring just enough to tease.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. "Zule… you're going to kill me."
She smiled, that dangerous, knowing smile only she could pull off. "Good. Then let me make it worth it."
**Scene 2**
**Lantilles, Private Officer Quarters**
**Dagon POV**
I pulled her close, my hands sliding over the silky fabric of the maid dress before slipping beneath it. Zule let out a soft gasp as my fingers traced the garter belts around her thighs, then moved higher, cupping her ass and lifting her effortlessly onto the edge of the large bed.
She leaned back on her elbows, legs parting invitingly as the short skirt rode up. No underwear — just smooth, glistening skin waiting for me. Her hybrid nature made every touch electric; the reptilian smoothness contrasted with the hypersensitive Zeltron responsiveness, creating a sensation that was utterly addictive.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, pushing the frilled skirt higher. Zule's breath hitched as I kissed the inside of her thigh, then higher, my tongue tracing slow circles before finally reaching her core.
"Oh… Dagon…" she moaned, one hand tangling in my white hair as I licked her pussy with long, deliberate strokes. She was already soaked, her taste sweet and slightly spiced, like exotic fruit. I savored it, my tongue exploring every fold, flicking over her clit before dipping inside her.
My hands continued their exploration — one sliding up her stomach, feeling the taut muscles beneath her soft skin, circling her little belly button with a teasing fingertip. The other stayed on her thigh, holding the garter belt strap between my fingers as I gently tugged it, adding a slight pressure that made her hips buck.
Zule's skin flushed a deeper pink, almost glowing now. Her hybrid body responded beautifully — every lick, every touch, every breath against her made her tremble. The Force bond between us flared, letting me feel her pleasure as if it were my own: the building heat, the tightening coil low in her belly, the way her walls fluttered around my tongue.
I increased the pressure, sucking gently on her clit while sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just right. Zule cried out, her thighs clamping around my head as she rode my face, the frills of the maid dress brushing against my cheeks.
"Yes… right there… don't stop…" she gasped, her voice breaking into desperate little moans.
I didn't stop. I devoured her, licking and sucking until her entire body tensed, her back arching off the bed as she came hard, flooding my mouth with her release. Her orgasm rolled through the bond like a wave, sending sparks of pleasure through me as well.
But I wasn't done.
I rose, shedding the last of my clothes before climbing onto the bed. Zule looked up at me with hazy, lust-filled eyes, still trembling from her climax. I positioned myself between her spread legs, the head of my cock rubbing against her slick entrance.
"Ready for more?" I asked, voice rough.
She nodded eagerly, pulling me down for a deep kiss. "Always."
I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. Zule moaned into my mouth, her legs wrapping around my waist, garter belts pressing against my skin. I started slow, savoring the tight, wet heat of her, then gradually built speed, each thrust deep and powerful.
The bed creaked beneath us as I took her harder, one hand gripping her hip while the other played with her breasts through the maid outfit. Zule's moans grew louder, more desperate, her nails digging into my back as another orgasm built inside her.
"Come with me," she whispered against my lips.
I growled, slamming into her faster. The bond flared brighter, our pleasures feeding into each other until we both shattered. I buried myself deep as I came, filling her with pulse after pulse while Zule clenched around me, crying out my name.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies glistening with sweat. Zule smiled up at me, her skin still glowing that beautiful aroused pink.
"Happy birthday to me," she whispered.
I chuckled, kissing her softly. "We're nowhere near done yet."