The dragon's harem

Unlike most, Amber wasn’t attracted to Arad due to his perplexing strength, how he helped her, or anything else like the other wives. It wasn’t even money as she expected. Instead, Amber found herself in a strange place where most of her world either revolved around Arad or was influenced by it.

When she first met him at the guild months ago, he seemed like an awfully discourteous and disrespectful brat, but his skill quickly shattered her confidence and showed her weakness. In a day, he turned her from a skilled sorceress who drinks a lot to a drunkard who happened to know a few fire tricks.

How did she finally find the courage to unleash her elemental flames? Arad. How did she get a Fire Spirit body? Arad and Zephyr. How did she end up mastering her fire magic? Arad. And how did she get a chance to both train with Nar and a free invite to the elemental plane of fire? Arad.

The closer she got to Arad, the more the world seemed to bend around them and twist in strange ways.

Once again, Amber was bested by Merlin, who sniffed Arad from the very start. That was probably the reason Merlin and Nina grew so strong while remaining weak for a long time.

Right now, she was on Arad’s bed, naked with her legs spread open. The wind felt a bit chilly, but only because she herself was extremely hot, burning so hot in fact that the maids who usually stood at the wall had to leave the room, leaving on her, Arad, Merlin, Ombre, Neige, and Nar who was always chilling out somewhere, now she was on Arad’s shoulder.

Nar reached to Arad’s ear, stood, and spoke, “I made her body, you know? It’s quite a beautiful piece of art.”

“It is indeed.” Arad replied, and Amber gasped, “NAR! PLEASE STOP IT!”

Nar looked at her for a second, “I’m praising my handiwork, not you.” She then pointed at her, “Arad, she’s really, really, really ticklish. Give her belly a kiss, and beware of the flames.”

Arad immediately plunged down on her soft, slightly pink belly, and Amber’s eyes burst open as she contorted into a fit of laughter. A torrent of crimson flames splashed forth from between her legs. The more Arad tickled her, the more flames emerged, and soon, it was powerful enough to rival a flamethrower.

Merlin looked at her and smiled, “Interesting, she never told me about this part.”

Nar looked at Merlin, “Spirits leave no waste. All that comes out of us is elemental energy. So, no sweat, pee, or any of those nasty stuff. The infernal engine of her body burns everything down.”

“How… was I supposed to explain that?” Amber sighed, and Nar looked at Arad with a smug face, “By the way, the gods should be the same. Just in their case, it’s pure, concentrated mana, sometimes even divine water like the one you found Vorvadoss sealed beneath.”

Arad leaned closer to Amber, “I’ll have to ask Kali about it then. I guess the gods are really supposed to have perfect bodies.”

He pulled Amber closer, lifted her hips up, and then leaned on her. Slowly, he went on for a gentle pec as he pushed his flesh inside her. Slowly but surely, her legs slowly embraced him, pulling him even closer.

And while this night had just started, Arad’s fourth mind was in even more trouble in Croc.

Right now, he was stuck between three uncontrollable, lustful, and energetic beings. All it took was just one letter from Isdis, who wanted to accelerate things for the coming crowning ceremony next month. Yes, she wanted to resolve all of the internal political matters so she could relax a bit.

The letter was brought to Croc City by the fastest courier in all of the lands, and it wasn’t Arad. Short, bright, happy, and too fast to be seen by mortal eyes. Betty only needed a fraction of a fraction of a second to travel between Alina and Croc City to deliver the letter.

Abel is already handling several matters between the kingdom and the nines hells, like the trade of infernal iron, soul cores, and the wizards who really wanted to study the hells. Isdis wasn’t that fan of how he worked, especially since he made interdimensional prostitution a thing.

Due to that, Isdis needs Sara and Arad to get married. She needs her to become the kingdom’s relationship with the hells. Sara is a priestess of Asmodeus, after all. Not any common devil.

That is why Sara was now in Sena’s house, sitting on a chair beside the bed in her underwear, brushing her hair, and getting ready. She looked down at her large chest, then at her long, sharp fingernails and toenails.

“I should probably clip them.”

“Nah, they aren’t that sharp.” Betty, who was already on the bed, smiled and stood. She then jumped and landed beside Sara, barely being as tall as her while sitting.

Betty lifted her foot up and wriggled her toes, showing the sharp claws to Sara. “Mine are far deadlier, and I can’t scratch him. Besides, it’s one of the few devilish features that still shows on your humanoid form. Keep them.”

Betty was also included in the letter, and for a very different reason. The little halfling had long been attracted to Arad, to the point that she didn’t waste any opportunity when she could tell Isdis how much she would love to borrow Arad for a while.

But Isdis had another reason, and it was called Luminous. Arad’s empire is so vast and large, with many parts of it being tucked away in other dimensions that travel distance makes all but impossible to rule. Isdis had an idea that would work. Building multiple castles everywhere, with one queen stationed in each to rule a province. For example, Cerilla would remain in her castle in the elvish kingdom to rule her land on behalf of Arad.

The queens will become like feudal lords. But to achieve that, Isdis needed a quick way to travel across the whole world. That is where Luminous came in and suggested that she’ll make countless teleportation mirrors for her, but only once she sees Betty as a queen.

Of course, Isdis asked about what would happen if she had Luminous’s help, and for that, the prismatic drakaina asked her to go find Gamond. Later, Isdis found Gamond blinded. The white drakaina didn’t even know what happened, and it was then that Luminous appeared just behind them, complaining to Isdis how her long years of loneliness had been hard. And how Arad might help her plug that hole.

Isdis had to agree since no one had a chance against the light drakaina.

The third person in the room was, of course, Sena, the owner of the house, and she was the happiest of them all.