Trampled Underfoot

Violet didn’t mind occasionally coaxing the little milk dragon.

She was already three hundred years old, which for a dragon, was the age of maturity in all aspects, and she had absolute control over everything.

The little milk dragon was still young and hadn’t seen much.

She could fulfill everything it wanted.

That was the advantage of being in a higher position.

What she wanted now was a little dragon who would wholeheartedly serve her.

Dragonbell was indeed completely infatuated with the gentleness that Violet showed.

Before, she thought Miss Evil Dragon wouldn’t agree, but Miss Evil Dragon was so nice.

Not only would she help her build roads, give her a private kitchen, but also let her freely manage the estate’s farm.

Dragonbell was being caressed on her cheek by the Omega, smelling the rose-like fragrance of her body, and couldn’t help but fall into Violet’s deep eyes.

At this time, the servant brought out the after-dinner dessert: “Your Highness, this is today’s after-dinner dessert.”

Violet released her fingertips and said to the servant, “Bring it up.”

The servant wearing white gloves stepped forward and opened the dish cover on the golden plate.

The sweet fragrance of cream immediately surrounded her nose.

This was a food that Dragonbell had never seen before.

A four-layer sweet and fluffy cake base, wrapped in a layer of marzipan coating, with a layer of extremely fine granulated sugar sprinkled on top, piled with sliced apples, wine-soaked cherries, and a small red berry.

The servant cut it open with a shiny silver knife.

The middle of the cake was made of four layers of sweet jam, and the pure white cream seemed to peel off layer by layer, like piled snow.

Dragonbell scooped a small bite with a spoon, and the sweet, soft, and greasy taste melted on her tongue.

This was a dessert that made people feel even happier than frosting.

Dragonbell’s eyes lit up, and she couldn’t help but praise Violet, “This is a food I’ve never eaten before. It’s so delicious!”

Violet curved the corners of her lips: “You can eat more.”

Dragonbell scooped up a small spoonful of cream and brought it to Violet’s face.

Dragonbell’s eyes sparkled: “For you.”

Doing this was like presenting a borrowed flower, but at this moment, her favourability towards Violet reached its maximum level, and she only wanted to give the best things to the other party.

Violet looked at the little milk dragon’s porcelain-white cheeks, her ears tinged with crimson, and her crystal-clear dragon horns also turned pink.

The strawberry-flavored pheromones became sweet and moving.

Young Alphas were easy to seduce, and their pheromones would easily reveal their degree of enthusiasm for Omegas.

Violet had seen enough of the little milk dragon’s cute appearance, opened her lips and ate a small bite of cream.

Her dark red lips gently contained it, and her soft red tongue protruded from the seams of her lips. The fresh and sweet cream was quickly eaten.

After Violet finished eating the cream, she found that the little milk dragon was still staring at her.

She was used to being served and said lazily, “Do you want to continue feeding me cake?”

Dragonbell nodded obediently: “I want to serve you.”

Violet glanced at her helplessly.

Dragonbell took the initiative to feed Violet some cream cake.

After Violet tasted a small half, she didn’t want to eat any more.

“You can finish the rest yourself.”

Violet originally wanted to wipe the corners of her lips with a handkerchief, but found that her handkerchief had just been handed to the little milk dragon, who had been keeping it by her side and hadn’t returned it to her.

This behaviour of the Alpha was a little rude, but considering that the little milk dragon served her well, she could forgive her this time.

Violet picked up her glass of red wine and watched the little milk dragon eat the cake leisurely.

Dragonbell thought, just like in the morning, Miss Evil Dragon’s appetite didn’t seem to be very big.

No wonder she was so thin.

But in fact, Violet wasn’t that thin either.

She had a slender waist and long legs.

When she was pressed against Violet’s full breasts, she would be a little out of breath.

Dragonbell’s ears became hot, and she shook her head to warn herself not to think about these random things.

She picked up a wine-soaked cherry.

The mellow aroma of rum and the fruity aroma of cherry blended together, soft, sweet, and fragrant.

The winemaking technology in this world was far superior to her era.

The wine was not cloudy, but clear and transparent, making the cherries even more enticing.

Dragonbell could make candied plums herself, but it was different from the desserts Violet gave her.

The way they were made in her palace was to soak fresh white plums in snow water with plum petals overnight, take them out the next day, and then marinate them in honey.

When eating, they were served with a pot of clear wine.

But she never expected that here, they used a wine-soaking method, combining the aroma of wine and the aroma of fruit to make such a delicious dessert.

She ate too much without realizing it.

The alcohol on the cherries made Dragonbell’s fair cheeks turn red.

She realized that she couldn’t eat any more of these, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to serve Miss Evil Dragon tonight.

As soon as Dragonbell put down her spoon, the servant in charge of serving her quickly walked over and asked if she wanted red wine or juice.

“Lemon juice, with some ice cubes.”

A glass of lemon juice with ice cubes, exuding a cool and refreshing aura, was quickly brought up.

Dragonbell had eaten with her clan leader grandma, and that was how the other little dragons drank juice.

Some dragons didn’t even drink juice, only ate ice cubes, and could inhale a large bucket of ice cubes in one go.

In their world, ice cubes were very valuable, and only wealthy families could afford to use ice, but in this world, every dragon had magic, and ice cubes could be mass-produced.

In addition to dragons, witches and elves also seemed to have special abilities.

Dragonbell took a sip of the iced lemon juice, and the heat on her face immediately subsided.

The refreshing feeling was especially obvious in early spring.

It diluted the sweetness remaining in her mouth and brought an extremely pleasant feeling.

The more she drank, the faster the heat in her body was lost.

Dragonbell didn’t dare to be greedy and took another peek at Miss Evil Dragon after drinking half of it.

Violet seemed to be tasting the wine, her cold and beautiful eyes slightly closed, and her pale cheeks flushed slightly, in a slightly drunk state.

Her semi-transparent suppressant patch was attached to the side of her neck.

With the action of drinking, the slender and fair lines of her neck were smooth, as elegant as a swan, and her black wavy long curls outlined a charming temperament.

The red wine was almost finished, Violet’s alcohol tolerance seemed to be very good, and her proud eyes always maintained clarity.

She slightly raised her chin and said to Dragonbell, “Send me back to my bedroom.”

When Dragonbell heard Violet’s order, she quickly stood up, walked over to help Violet push the wheelchair.

It seemed that Miss Evil Dragon was still a little drunk, otherwise she wouldn’t have asked her to help with this kind of thing.

She would definitely take good care of Miss Evil Dragon.

Dragonbell clenched the handle behind the wheelchair and smoothly sent Miss Evil Dragon to the bedroom.

She bent down, stroked Miss Evil Dragon’s slender waist, picked her up from the wheelchair horizontally, and gently placed her on the big bed.

Miss Evil Dragon’s dark golden pupils were now slightly closed, and her cold and beautiful eyes were dyed with charm, like a blooming, flamboyant red rose.

Dragonbell helped her take off her long trench coat, and her graceful figure was suddenly revealed.

Her slender waist outlined a beautiful line, and her long legs were wrapped in black suit pants, making people blush and heartbeat.

Dragonbell took several deep breaths to help Violet unbutton her shirt.

She bit her lip, her fingertips trembling slightly.

While unbuttoning, her eyes couldn’t help staring at the suppressant patch on Violet’s neck.

The skin around the suppressant patch was a little red, which was especially obvious around her delicate white neck, making her feel happy and excited pheromones, which would be constantly released from there.

If she tore off the suppressant patch, she would immediately have the comfort of the Omega pheromones.

Dragonbell’s heart was pounding, her canines were quietly protruding again, and she lowered her thick, curled eyelashes in a panic.

After unbuttoning two buttons, her fair and flawless snow skin suddenly came into view.

The tempting deep cleavage was visible at a glance, Dragonbell’s cheeks flushed, and she clenched her sweaty fingertips.

But Violet’s arms climbed onto her shoulders at this moment, and her warm breath blew in her ears, “What are you doing?”

The crystal-clear dragon horns turned red all of a sudden, and even the silver-white dragon tail appeared.

Dragonbell immediately tightened her skirt and hid her shy dragon tail, thinking about the massage she had promised to give Miss Evil Dragon.

“I want to give you a shoulder massage, please lie down first.”

Her soft voice was a little trembling, obviously a little guilty.

Violet smelled the little milk dragon’s restless strawberry pheromones and wanted to know how long this little milk dragon could last.

Violet turned her body over, supported her chin with her hands, and waited for the little milk dragon’s service.

The Omega’s back was also beautiful.

She was wearing a white shirt, and you could still see the clear butterfly bones, and the enchanting curves extended to her waist.

Dragonbell’s hands touched Violet’s shoulders and gently massaged her.

Violet was indeed a little tired from working at Gris Harbor today.

From the moment the warm and powerful fingers touched her, she knew that the little milk dragon’s massage skills were indeed a bit skillful.

It was very comfortable, both in terms of technique and strength.

The Alpha’s strawberry pheromones gently wrapped her, and it also carried a little fresh citrus scent, which was the fragrance of the soap that the little milk dragon had taken the liberty to use for bathing.

Violet frowned, her voice low and hoarse, and ordered the little milk dragon, “Lower a little.”

Dragonbell’s hands immediately moved down a little.

“Lower more.”

Dragonbell’s hands were placed on Violet’s slender waist.

“Keep rubbing.”

Violet felt that the citrus scent was far away from her, and then she relaxed her frowned brows.

Tomorrow she must order Ellena to throw out the citrus-scented soap in the bathroom.

Dragonbell buried her head and continued to work hard on the massage.

Miss Evil Dragon’s waist was very soft, so she couldn’t use too much force when massaging.

She also had to find the right acupoints and use techniques to do it.

But as she massaged, she heard Miss Evil Dragon’s slight and rapid panting.

Dragonbell’s cheeks flushed and a layer of crystal clear sweat appeared on her forehead.

Miss Evil Dragon should be satisfied with her massage.

In order to repay Miss Evil Dragon, she would be more attentive!

Violet felt her whole body go soft from the little milk dragon’s massage.

When her legs were massaged last night, she couldn’t feel the warmth of the little milk dragon’s hands, but when she pressed on her sensitive waist, there seemed to be a trace of electric current under the little milk dragon’s fingertips, making her unable to help but enjoy it.

The bedroom was very warm.

Dragonbell concentrated on the massage for a long time, massaging from Miss Evil Dragon’s waist all the way to her legs.

Unfortunately, she had been busy all day, and her drowsiness gradually came over her.

Her heavy eyelids were fighting up and down.

Finally, unable to bear the burden, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Violet was being massaged and was feeling more and more.

Suddenly, she heard a steady and long breathing sound.

She turned around and saw Dragonbell sleeping comfortably.

Her glands were hot and swollen, and she really wanted to step on Dragonbell’s silver-white dragon tail.

Unfortunately, her legs couldn’t move, so she couldn’t punish the little milk dragon immediately.

But now the little milk dragon’s sleeping position was curled up at her feet, so she could just pretend she had stepped on her.

“Useless little thing.”

Violet glanced at the little milk dragon and threw a blanket at her.

Dragonbell slept sweetly, her cheeks flushed, and she slept even more soundly after having the blanket.

TL NOTE: Here, Long Ling is referred to as Dragonbell.