The dragon's harem

Inside the room, Aella looked at Arad with a smile, and then shifted her gaze to Zephyr. “You’re right. Let’s all join in. Arad, want to take the lead?”

He just lay on the bed. “Probably not for the start. You all have fun at that.” For a moment, he closed his eyes and sent his consciousness away, then brought it back. Now, he was working on a completely different level.

Arad had four incarnations, and he had to separately control all of them like he was trying to play four different games at the same time. A part of him was here, with his wives. Another one was away in a whole different world, watching over Tina. An incarnation rested at the surface of the calm sea, about to dive down for a much-needed meal, and the last shard of himself was down at the city’s dungeon, dragging the unconscious Werewolf Fighter to his cell.

He saw what all of the four saw, heard and felt all that they felt, and lived as all of them. To him, they felt like limbs more than anything else. Usually, Arad would focus on allocating his resources and endurance based on the importance of each incarnation’s job, and now, he had a rare chance to relax.

Tonight, he wasn’t fighting an abhorrent horror and wasn’t trying to solve some great spell and learn it. He had to dive deep into the sea and hunt for food, which was like a nice walk. He had to throw the werewolf into his cell, which was like handling a feisty kitten, and protecting Tina wasn’t that much of a problem either.

“So, Zephyr, do you want to go first?” Aella asked as Zephyr was still sitting on Arad’s lap, letting his flesh rest between her thighs. She looked down, then moved away. “No, I’m not putting it. There is no need to do that.”

What the spirit meant by saying that the bloodline ended with Zephyr and that she was impotent had a significant implication. It wasn’t that the bloodline ran out of potential or energy, it was the exact opposite.

With divine, spirit, cursed, abominable, and djinn powers all merging inside her body, her natural potential had reached a singularity which made it too much to be passed on. All of the eggs inside her womb just burst and fall apart when that much genetic code and magic is injected.

In short, if the eggs were a bag, Zephyr’s genetic code is trying to pack so much in them that they can’t handle it and die. That is how she is impotent.

Zephyr looked at Arad, then pointed at Aella. “You sit on his face, rub his thing with your feet, and you all lick him, and lick her feet while you’re at it.” She quickly shifted the topic away from herself. The last thing she wanted was Arad figuring something up. She knew he was far smarter and more observant than he lets on.

In fact, she was almost certain that Arad already had a hunch or had figured out that he is someone special, and that he just doesn’t want to bring that out because it isn’t like him. Arad knew from the start that he was the strange one, growing too fast, being far more powerful than everyone else, and somewhat managing to spread his influence like he owned the universe.

It was just like clothes, while all of his clothes are too expensive, he never cared or picked them up; his wives just gave him what to wear, they are the ones dressing him like a doll. He isn’t trying to flaunt his wealth. It was the same with him being special, being AO; it wasn’t something that he would care about even if he learned about it.

Zephyr moved a bit back and gasped, taken aback that Aella and the other girls had done what she had just told them. She meant it as a joke to infuriate them, but her eyes weren’t lying. Aella sat on Arad’s face, letting him lick her out, and then extended her feet down to play with his flesh. The other girls went down as well to suck and lick his meat, and while they were on it, they did the same to Aella’s feet.

Zephyr could feel holes getting punched in her back as all of the maids standing at the walls glared at her. They weren’t angry or anything; they just wanted her to suggest something that would get them involved as well.

To them, the chance of getting pregnant and becoming a queen was too alluring; it was like a lottery that they wanted to get a ticket for. But Zephyr knew best that their chances weren’t near zero; they were zero.

While the singularity of her own bloodline made her impotent, it was the exact opposite for the maids. No egg that their bodies would provide could endure anything from the current Arad; his genetic code was too much.

Now, what would happen if she were to sleep with Arad? What if the singularity born from her bloodline was to face the unstoppable hunger of AO’s power? Most likely, AO’s powerful blood would grant her singularity a chance to expand and grow, resulting in the birth of either a new race or the second universe-class singularity.

Arad already created a new race, and that was him becoming the first Pricolici. And the first universe-class singularity is Amaterasu. Yuwaku was already born to them, but that wasn’t a direct birth, so she didn’t carry an ungodly amount of power.

Knowing all of that, Zephyr was curious and wanted to see what kind of child would be born from them. But she knew better than anyone else that they weren’t ready to raise such a being. In fact, she was almost certain that if such a child were born, they might surpass them in power in a matter of days.

Zephyr sighed and looked at Arad and the girls, which surprised her. They only stopped playing after several minutes and started arguing about who should get it in first. Aella was the normal option, and no one seemed to mind, but Aella herself refused and wanted to go last.

That had made Ganta, who was the concubine, the one to go. But she couldn’t bring herself to sleep with her friend’s husband before her, so she refused and started arguing with Aella, trying to get her to go first. Kaede wasn’t helpful at all and she just fueled the fire.

So as those three were busy, Lexi stared at them for a second, then approached Arad. “How about we do it while we wait for them to make a decision?” She smiled, lay on his chest, and went in for a kiss as she slowly aligned his flesh and pushed it in.

Even though Arad restrained himself to seven feet tall, he was still too massive down there, and Lexi could barely push more than half of his flesh in. There was no way she would get all in on her first try; this was just too much. After only a few thrusts, her hips were already shivering and giving up, causing her to fall on Arad’s chest.

“I can’t do it… it’s too much for me.” She gasped for air, then looked at Arad with a slightly sad face. “Do you mind being the one to move?”

Arad moved, lifted, and flipped her on the bed to get on top. It was his time to take the lead. The other three finally found out that Lexi beat them to the bed while they argued, and only Aella looked kinda of happy about it.