The dragon's harem

While being pounded, Eris spared a moment of her time to stare at Zia with a doubting face, one eyebrow lifted above the other, and she smirked, “Are you sure about that?” That was an honest question because if there was anyone here with love rotting in their brain, it was Zia. Eris had spent long enough with the vampire maid to fully understand how the cogs of her brain and the pumps of her heart worked.

While Zia kept the most professional and serious face almost all day long, her mind was always wandering where it shouldn’t be. Eris could feel her emotions through blood, and there was no mistaking it. This maid in front of her was addicted to both sucking and getting her blood sucked out of Arad and Eris, and that was the first thing she ever thought about when seeing them.

Zia stared at Eris with her glowing purple eyes, a faint blush painting her freckled pale face for but a short moment, then her expression faded once more. “Lord Arad, please finish quickly. It’s not my place to speak, but you gotta teach your wives the difference between work and pleasure.”

She glared at Eris. “Make sure your divine realm is stable first, and then think about getting your butt pumped. You as well, my Lord. Work first, leave chasing women for after that.”

Arad smiled. “Well, to let you know, I’m busy at work right now. I’ve got five whole bodies working their asses off, and as an emperor, working on an heir is a respectable and exhausting, honest work.” He looked at her. “So, if you like work that much, would mind helping me? With making that heir?”

Zia blushed once more, looked away, and growled. “Who is teaching you that?”

Arad laughed, “Well, Abel and Jack. Unlike me, those two have tongues longer than slippers.” He lifted one finger, “Lydia caught Jack staring at some women, strumpets on the street, the ones working for Arad. She was a bit angry and asked him what he was doing, so what did he say?”

Zia shook her head. “I won’t know what that scoundrel would say.”

“Looking at the gods’ beautiful and magnificent creations. Look at those beautiful women, such astounding people.” Arad sat on the bed, and Eris slowly moved with him, keeping his flesh inside her.

“Amaterasu didn’t create humans.” Zia stared at Arad with a doubtful face, and he nodded. “Lydia pointed that out as well, and what do you think he had to say?”

The two didn’t respond, so Arad went and told them. “He said. Well, but she made you; a beautiful archon. How about we go, find a quiet place so I can get a nice, long, and close look at you.”

Zia sighed, rubbed her eyes, and approached. “Fine, fine, but Eris has to go. So, finish up quickly. As I said, Neptune’s planet is shifting the balance of her sun’s gravitational field, and so we need her presence immediately to avoid a disaster.”

“Of course,” Arad pulled Eris closer and immediately started moving again. Just how he could take hours to finish, he can be quite quick about it as well. As surprising as it was to Eris and Zia, it didn’t take Arad more than a minute to finish inside her, and to make her reach her peak as well. What he used wasn’t a normal technique, but instead, a trick of his authority over her as his vampire.

In short, Arad used his blood magic to manipulate himself and Eris and make them finish quickly. Even Eris herself couldn’t control blood and it’s content this precisely, but it seem that Arad as a Pricolici can…

For a second, Eris froze, her eyes opened wide, and she subtly. “Fuck… Poppy can do this as well.”

Blood carries countless hormones and neurotransmitters across the body. While regular spawns can barely control it, the stronger a vampire is, the larger the volume of blood they can control, and the wider range of applications they can exert.

If Poppy has the same level of control over blood, then her brain-hopping and mind powers are the least of their concerns.

Back in the city, Agnar returned home after a long and exhausting search on the city’s outskirts. Even as a kid, his power made him an irreplaceable asset for the guards. Without him, the search would take days, if not weeks.

His mother called with a cheerful smile from the kitchen. “Welcome home, little man. Wash up in the basic and come here, we got food ready.”

Agnar walked through the entrance, “We? Is father home?”

“No, your sister and I, of course, you’ll be surprised.” She replied with a cheerful voice, and Agnar felt a cold shiver run down his spine as the fine hair on his body stood. He didn’t have a sister. He was an only child, and barely a teenager. Since they were somewhat poor back in the capital, his parents never thought of having a second child.

So, unless his father got a bastard child, he shouldn’t have a sister… As he looked into the kitchen, he saw her. Shirt, barely five, ginger hair, radiant blue eyes, and skin as pale as opal. She looked more like a beautiful doll dressed in common clothes than a living being, and Agnar couldn’t help but curse.

“Shit…”

His mother glared at him. “Agnar, what was that? You’re at home, no, even outside, you shouldn’t curse like that.” As she approached him with an angry face, Agnar’s eyes remained glued on the little girl.

“Mom! What did brother say? Shot?” She jumped from the stool she used to reach the counter, and cutely hopped toward him. “Say, what was it? Say it again?”

“Look what you’ve done, Agnar, your sister…” His mother growled, but he wasn’t listening to her. Something was wrong with his head, something was trying to lick his brain and get a hold of his very nature and emotions, something sinister, something powerful. Memories of a childhood he never had flowed into his mind. This little girl was his sister; she was born a few years ago, and he had adorned her a lot.

But then, Poppy froze in place, an image getting projected into her mind. A titanic Black Jaguar so massive that the mountains looked like tiny pebbles by its side. The Jaguar was sleeping peacefully in the depths of hell, but when Poppy looked at it, its eyes opened up.

“There won’t be a second time.” The Jaguar growled, and Poppy’s eyes burst with blood, her eardrums shattered, and she coughed a mouthful of blood.

“Fucking warlock!” She growled, Agnar pulled his sword, and the entire house exploded into splinters as the two clashed.