The dragon's harem

“I bite you as hard as I could!” Matilda cried, but immediately held her cheek, her right fang had cracked from how much force she applied, yet Arad’s neck didn’t even get a scratch.

“Here, this should help.” Arad pulled a large healing potion out of nowhere, “Be careful next time. My skin might look soft and smooth, but I’m in fact harder than most weapons.” Steel swords can’t scratch Arad’s scales, hitting him felt like punching a steel statue.

“Put me down first.” Matilda gasped as she lunged away from him, still holding her cheek, “If my bite can’t scratch you, what could harm you then?”

“A lot of things it seems. I do face a lot of people who can send me to the grave.” He smiled, throwing the potion to her.

At that moment, Matilda remembered that Arad had spent a few weeks recovering from a fatal injury. In her head, countless images started spinning, what kind of horror is capable of doing that to Arad? She couldn’t even imagine it properly.

“Like, when you were recovering before, what harmed you?” she asked with a puzzled face.

“It was a large monster, that’s all I can say.” Arad smiled, “You probably better not get involved. I don’t need to tell you that whatever did that to me, would probably be more than enough to kill you.”

Matilda drank the whole potion and sighed, “I hope you face such a thing again. I would end up as minced meat if whatever can hurt you hit me.” She looked back as she heard her father’s footsteps, he was rushing toward the mess to check on what had happened.

“What did happen?” Zara cried as he saw half the village beaten to a pulp, but they all got new shiny weapons so he was confused.

“I was training with them. They called Matilda a coward, but I showed them that she just has a different fighting style.” Arad smiled with a proud face.

“ARON!” Mira shouted at him, “Come here with me! This is just like before with the fighting class, when will you learn?” She dragged him away by the ear, “You can’t just beat anyone that doesn’t agree with you.”

“Those were our finest warriors…” Zara looked at everyone and then back at Mira dragging Arad away. “She’s just pulling him around like nothing…”

“Just like mom,” Matilda giggled.

“Don’t remind me, she’s scary when she gets angry.” Zara sighed with a scared face, his wife was just as terrifying, even though she doesn’t fight that much.

“We’re fine…” Gorarin barely managed to stand, his bones had cracked, and each hit from Arad felt like getting smacked by a warhammer. “The healers should be able to fix us…” He grunted.

“You can barely stand, don’t force yourself.” Zara rushed toward him, “Drink this potion, I’ll go bring the healers.”

“Don’t waste a potion on me now. We might need them later, save the money.” Gorarin sat down, “I can wait even without it.”

“Ah, those aren’t mine. Aron brought a bunch with him, like several full boxes. And he wasn’t the only one, his whole class did, including Matilda. Those were the potions they made for training, they might be as effective as certified potions, but they’ll keep you alive.” He smiled.

“Aron’s potions are 100% of quality, they are only not certified. Mine barely reach 60% of the healing capacity,” Matilda sighed, “He’s extremely precise with his hands, and has a lot of mana to use for magic water.”

“Are all of your classmates like that?” Gorarin looked at Matilda after he finished drinking his potion.

“Alchemists? Yeah, we’re a class of alchemy after all.” She replied.

“No, I meant Like him, Aron.” Gorarin shook his head, “How in the hell is that man an alchemist, I’ve never seen a fighter like him, he’s insane.”

“Ah…Aron is a strange one, he’s the only one I know with such strength…wait, two of his wives are just as scary, one is called Eris and the other Merida.” Matilda looked back toward her house, “In our class, there is this girl called Selina, she came with us here. She’s also quite strong,” Matilda smiled, “She attended school using a fake body that she controls from afar. And she’s quite the powerful wizard.”

“She got a great class, even their teacher is amazing. I could tell by the exhausted look on her face that she spends a lot of time on them.” Zara tapped Matilda’s shoulder, “And speaking of exhausted look, you guying to beaten to a pulp, and only my daughter managed to get a hit in.” Zara burst laughing, smacking Matilda on the back.

Gorarin growled, “You know how strong he is! It’s not our fault…” He then scratched his head as the healers started rushing in. “But…what will you do now? That man acts quick.”

“Let him come, I’ve already made up my mind.” Zara growled, his face twisting, “It’s war.” Matilda could tell by the grunt in his voice, her father was pissed off.

“Father, what did happen?” she asked.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with anything that comes.” He smiled, the anger in his voice quickly fading, “Let’s go home, the healers will take care of Gorarin and the rest.”

When they returned home, they found Arad still getting yelled at by Mira and Isdis for beating everyone in the village.

“Let him be.” Zara said with a smile, “It was just a mock battle that went a bit too serious, he even gave them free weapons. Don’t be harsh on him, he was right.” Zara approached the sad Arad, “It’s perfectly fine, please let him be.” He looked at Mira and Isdis, albeit he felt a bit confused at why the princess was also yelling at him. Probably since she hired him as a guard and he ended up causing trouble, that might taint her name.

Mira and Isdis looked at each other, “Fine,” Mira said, “We’ll talk about it later, he can rest now.” The two left, and Zara approached Arad. “I too get yelled at a lot by my wife, I’ll help you avoid Mira’s rage, you also help me if something happens while you’re here.” “I’ll make sure to…” Arad smiled, “…she probably won’t yell at you in front of guests.”

“Indeed, you understand…” Zara giggled. The two husbands started thinking the same, almost sharing the same brain cell. Both Mira and Zara’s wife were listening from the kitchen, so Arad and Zara’s plan was about to backfire.

After about an hour and as the dinner was cooking, a gentle knock came from the front door, and Zara’s wife approached the door to see who was outside. She slowly reached the door’s handle and stopped right before touching it, the smell outside the door was familiar.

“Zara, come here for a second.” She called and the door opened on its own, “You’re calling him?” A voice came, “I’m not here to cause trouble.” As the door fully opened, a large lion man with a massive and majestic golden mane was standing there, several females lined up behind him, all wearing heavy armor.

Zara lunged to the front door with a single leap, “Why did come?” He growled, glaring at the lion.

“You know who I work for? Don’t you?” The lion smiled, “I’ve got information that Master Zank’s new bride has returned, and I came to pick and deliver her to him.”

“I’m not sending her with you guys.” Zara reached toward the door, “Leave!” He started closing the door, but the lion held it in place. “I can’t have that. Master already knows she’s here, and thus I must bring her to him.”

The lion smiled, “Stop trying to make me trouble.” He looked inside, and spotted Matilda standing inside the kitchen, “There she is, isn’t she?”

“Tell him to come in person, otherwise she isn’t leaving.” Zara growled at the lion.

“I said she’s coming with me; your opinion doesn’t matter.” The lion started forcing the door open, but it was then that Arad stepped beside Zara.

“That’s her father…how come his opinion doesn’t matter?” He glared at the lion dead in the

eyes. Even though Arad was in his humanoid form, he was still taller than the lion who stood at 6’5” so he was almost looking down at him.

“This explains the stench, a naked ape is in your house.” The lion growled, “Get him the fuck out of my eyesight before I burn this whole place to ash. You’re making me angry.”

Arad looked back, “Matilda, what do you say?”

“Does my opinion even matter?” She sighed, looking back at Arad.

“Zara said he doesn’t want you to leave, your mother…” He looked at her and she shook her

face, “Also says you shouldn’t go, all left is you.”

Matilda looked back at Arad, “Will back away like last time?”

“I’ve got no reason to. If you say no, not even the gods would pull out of this house.” He

smiled.

“Than I don’t want to go, can you kick him out?” She smiled.

Arad turned toward the lion, “You’ve heard her, get out. Angry and hairy cat, get a haircut.”

He glared at him.

“Angry…” The lion mumbled, “It’s people like you that should stop their habit of pissing me

the fuck OFF!” He tilted his head back, and swung a headbutt at Arad’s face, hitting him in the forehead. “Get out of my way, Master Zank wants her.”

Arad didn’t even budge, and instead, the lion was the one to start bleeding from his forehead. “Zank? I’ll make a nice winter coat from his hide; I’ll go with you guys.”

“Make a coat from Master Zank’s hide?” The lion glared at Arad, flames gushing from his back, “It’s so funny that I’m not even laughing.”