Arad moved faster and faster, and Hathfield's moans grew louder. With each thrust, his flesh grew a bit bigger, slowly opening her more and more. When the maid noticed that, she got off Hathfield's back and let Arad lie on her, pinning her to the ground.
She groaned. "Never thought... it'll... feel like this..." She slowly turned her head to look at Arad's face. "Deeper, get it deeper." And Arad immediately started making himself bigger and bigger even faster until he could hear her thoughts, thinking that it had become too much.
To Hathfield, who planned to get him drunk and get a child that way to tie herself to him, now found herself in a situation much more favorable. He was using her back end, but it didn't matter. She was already a Mistress. She may not be a queen, but with how large and rapidly growing the empire is, that alone makes her more potentially influential than even the Wood Elves' king.
