The dragon's harem

^He isn’t even a paladin yet his attacks rip my flesh to shreds…how could it be, is this the power of the holy blades granted to heroes?^ The abomination could barely keep up with Alcott’s rapid swings.

^We’re equal in speed and strength yet he far outclasses me in sword skills, no, I don’t even use a weapon. The abomination growled, his only job was to find the asleep tarrasque and seal her, he didn’t have that much fighting power and didn’t want to waste his sealing magic on Alcott.

Faced with this situation the abomination called back to base in a panic, ^Send reinforcement, a mad swordsman hero is getting in my way!^

The one who replied was none other than Nyar himself. This mission of sealing the tarrasque was far too important for him to leave it to his minions, he would’ve gone himself if the gods weren’t blocking his path.

^What hero? That brat Jack?^ Nyar growled, barely able to dodge Cain and Kayden’s assault. ^No! A middle-aged muscular man with black hair, I need someone to take care of him!^ The abomination replied, this time making sure to speak calmly to not offend his lord.

^A middle-aged man? No, don’t…^ The link was severed.

Nyar’s mind immediately started panicking, ^Do you hear me? Get the hell out of there, your sealing ability isn’t something we can afford to lose! Reply! Do you hear me? She is coming for you…Damn it, she must’ve cut out communication.^

The abomination was confused, he knew that Nyar was facing the overgod so that thought quickly took over his mind. ^He must be busy, don’t…don’t let this bastard live, well, if my lord wants it I’ll seal him first.^

Alcott and the abomination flew through the forest, ripping it to pieces. Loci wasn’t fond of them whipping her back like that but she knew it couldn’t be helped, that monster was keeping pace with Alcott…she must help a bit.

A flower blossomed on a tree, bursting with the impacts of the two fighting. Its spores flew in the air and one landed in Alcott’s ear, “Alcott, you can hear me? Lead that monster between the mountain, by Arad’s rights, I’ll clench the mountains on him!”

Alcott smiled, accelerating his swings even faster as he dodged the abomination’s flesh bullets and strikes. One step at a time he led the creature into the mountain crack.

“Don’t get scared, you’ll be fine.” Loci whispered into Alcott’s ear as the mountains suddenly cracked. He looked just as confused as the abomination and put on an act, “A rock fall?” Alcott gasped.

For a moment the abomination thought the two of them had damaged the area enough and that Alcott’s words were true. By the time he realized that he was already in the jaws of a titanic monster, it was already over. The people of Alina’s city watched in horror and those who lived in Arad’s village gasped for air, the local druids started praying and monsters ran away.

The two massive mountains drew closer to each other in the blink of an eye, clapping hard enough to blast the clouds away and shake the whole area.

Alcott got ejected safely out of the crash, Loci had made sure he didn’t get crushed, the abomination on the other hand was fair game, just crushing him wasn’t enough so she made sure to chew well, grinding him into fine paste.

“Is that thing dead?” Alcott stood up, exhausted.

“I can’t feel any vital signs, couldn’t be deader.” Loci replied and Alcott sighed. That monster was far stronger than anything he had ever expected to face. “Where did such a thing come from?” He turned back to return to the city only to see Ginger waiting for him just a few meters back.

“Alcott! What was that?” she rushed toward him with a worried face.

“I don’t know, but he wasn’t up to anything good so I killed him…Loci did it.” He sheathed his new holy sword as the two of them walked back toward the city.

Right behind them, the abomination slowly approached, fully undetectable. ^I’ve sealed my presence, let’s see if you can react to this.^ He lifted his fingers and started charging two bullets to kill the two of them.

CRACK! A hand grabbed him by the face and when he looked he could only see a pair of purple eyes glaring at him. ^Wait, I’m undetectable, who is she? How did she find me?^

ɅYou’re coming with me!^ A voice growled in his head as Vassilisa dragged him away. Alcott felt something off and looked back, seeing Vassilisa swiping the ground with a broom outside her small house that was on the outskirts of Arad’s village. This was her current guise.

His eyes spanned up from her legs to her large butt, long silky black hair to her burning purple eyes on her pale face that sat atom her two massive breasts. All while Ginger gave him a deathly stare from the side.

Ginger smacked him on the back and whispered with a growl, “What are you looking at?” “Her.” Alcott casually pointed out, “I feel like I saw her somewhere before.” Vasilissa looked at them and waved her hand. Since the last time they met her, she had erased her own identity by throwing herself into her own void. Even if this new body of hers looked similar to the old one, it only felt familiar, like they were sisters or something.

“I’ll suck you dry!” Ginger growled at him, her vampire fangs tingling.

“Wait…doesn’t she look familiar? I swear I saw her somewhere before.” Alcott seemed keen on finding what is this strange sense of familiarity he was getting is coming from. Vasilissa approached them and gently bowed, making sure to flash a bit of cleavage in front of Alcott to get him in more trouble. “Isn’t it Lord Arad’s father, it’s my honor to meet you.” Arad was this land’s baron and most of the people living here had heard a rumor that Alcott was his father.

Ginger smacked Alcott she saw him looking at the large gap between Vasilissa’s breasts, “Where are you looking?” Ginger smacked him on the head and looked at Vasilissa, “Sorry, he’s always hard to keep…under control.”

“He is the lord’s father after all.” Vasilissa shook her head, “It’s also a part my fault.” She looked down at her tight dress and back at the one that was hung to dry. “I’ve only got two and my decent one is that drying over there.”

“Can’t you buy another one?” Alcott said and Ginger immediately smacked him again. With just one look at Vasilissa’s simple house, the fact she can almost see nothing inside from the window, and that she didn’t look exactly clean meant that she was far too poor to afford

clothes.

Even the clothes she got seem to have been worn for at least a decade, Vasilissa can’t be that old so she must’ve bought them second-hand, or from the rag sellers. Beggars can’t be choosers which explained why she had a dress with such a large cleavage gap.

“Don’t mind him. He speaks before thinking, the ox head.” Ginger approached Vasilissa, “Sorry for disturbing you.”

“No, not at all. It’s a blessing to have the chance to see the lord’s father.” She looked back at that small house of hers, “I’d like to offer you a drink…”

^Probably got nothing to offer…no, nothing that she thought would please the FATHER of the lord.^ Ginger scratched her head.

“I’ve been busy studying magic in the last few days and his mother is too old to take care of the house and bath…are you up for some work?” Ginger looked at her with a smile.

“Wait…” Vasilissa gasped, “Work? Me?”

“Simple cleaning and cooking. I’ll look for two people to man the bath so you’ll only need to get their report in the evening and give it to his mother to register in the ledger.” “Weren’t you worried about her…” Alcott tried to complain but he only got an elbow in his guts, dropping him to his knees in pain. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

“So what do you say?” Ginger then looked at Vasilissa with a smile.

“I’ll…do my best!” Vasilissa looked awfully enthusiastic about it.

“But…” Ginger approached her, whispering in her ear, “If I found you with him, I’ll rip your

breasts off and feed them to you.”

“So it’s fine as long as you don’t find out?” Vasilissa tilted her head and Ginger burst laughing, “I like you…want to come with us now, or do you have some stuff to pack up?”

“I don’t have many things to pack out, I’ll get ready in a few minutes.” Vasilissa rushed into the house to get her stuff.

“It doesn’t matter if they are heavy or not…we have a mule horse here.” Ginger shouted a her.

Alcott approached Ginger, “What are you planning?”

“You’re interested in her, your guts rarely miss so we better keep her close until you figure things out.” She looked at him.