The servants' pet

As she worked, two other servants gathered around, their expressions a mix of fascination and envy. They giggled and reached forward, their hands roaming freely, exploring your body with a mix of tenderness and urgency. You were caught in a whirlwind of sensation, your mind reeling, your body responding despite your best efforts to resist.

As your mentor stepped back, the other servants closed in, their eyes alight with a predatory glint. You felt like a lamb surrounded by wolves, each one eager to explore the newfound pleasures you offered. Their hands were everywhere, touching, groping, their laughter a mix of amusement and excitement. Before you knew it, it seemed like even more servants joined the mix.

"She's so responsive," one whispered, her fingers tracing a path down your spine.

"Look at how pretty the scales are," another added, her hand cupping your breast gently.

You laid against the wall, caught in a whirlwind of sensation, your body betraying your mind's attempts to resist. Each touch was a spark, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume all rational thought. The air was thick with desire, each breath heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal..

One servant, bolder than the rest, reached out and entered you with her fingers. "Such a beautiful creature," she murmured, her voice sweetened like a girl praising a cute pet. You immediately shuddered and spasmed, feeling an electric sensation throughout your whole body, that was only amplified by the shame of being treated like a puppy being welcomed by a family.

The air was thick with tension as more hands found their way to you, each touch more daring than the last. You felt like an object of fascination, each servant eager to experience the novelty of your alien form. Their laughter filled the room, a mix of excitement and disbelief at the sensations you elicited.

Suddenly, the servants in front of you parted, only to reveal another holding an crafted object shaped exactly like a human member. She approached you with a wicked smile on her face.

"What do you think," she said, gripping the arm of your young mentor, "should we give the dragon what she wants?"

"N-no," she replied, causing your heart to skip a beat, one that punctuated, to your shame - disappointment. "Mistress has other plans for her."

Reluctantly, the servants dispersed, their laughter echoing as they returned to their tasks. You stood alone, your body throbbing with unsated need, your mind a jumble of confusion and shame.

"Come," the girl said, taking you by the hand again. She led you back through the corridors into your original room. She entered it with little surprise, only stopping to feel her hands on the cold stone wall. "Some of the girls started in rooms like these here. Not me, though, I wanted join the Princess's court of love for as long as I could remember."

Your eyes widened in surprise. Court of love? And why would anybody want this life willingly? "You don't understand yet. Or how the human world is like out there, anyway."

She turned to face you with a comforting smile on her face, leaning forward to put her hands on your shoulders. "We're sisters, now, you and I. You see now that there is fun to be had in this life. You'll see, I know you will. I know you enjoy it."

She whirled around and left, her finals words, said so innocently and nonchalantly, sticking with you like a stone sinking through your mind. I know you enjoy it.