The dragon's harem

It was quite strange when Arad was done with Camilla, her lycanthropic blood had grown far stronger than before. She had been human before, but now, she had fully turned into a beast. Of course, she still looked like any normal human girl, but the flesh beneath her skin had fully changed to mimic that of a powerful and great black wolf.

Her chest had become larger, her arms and legs thicker, and even her neck had grown wider, alongside her cheek muscles to support her jaw. Arad leaned down and looked inside her mouth, seeing a terrifying dental work. She had massive fangs, maulers, and sharp teeth that could easily rip flesh apart, and he could guess by the thickness and hardness of her cheek muscles that she could probably bite as hard as a crocodile.

With such a powerful bite and thick neck, she could probably bite and swing a grown man like a rag doll with her mouth and neck alone.

Then, Arad inspected her chest. While it looked bigger, her breasts didn’t change in size. Instead, it was her pectoral muscles underneath and her chest cavity that grew bigger to accommodate larger lungs and more raw strength. Even her back muscles and shoulders have grown bigger and stronger to support her arms, which were clearly far stronger than those of humans.

Her arms had also become a marvel on their own, supporting more dense muscles and almost no fat at all. While they looked soft, they felt like rubber to the touch. But what drew Arad’s attention more was her fingers, which now had no nails, but claws instead. Those opal claws were an inch long, and could retract back into her fingertips, and look like slightly long and sharp nails.

Going further down to her soft belly, Arad was amazed to see just how thin her waist is, and how hard her abs felt. Her stomach looked flat, with no visible abs or separation, but Arad could feel the dense muscles right underneath her skin like concrete. But having a smaller waist like this indicated another aspect of her body, her rapid, efficient, and powerful digestive system.

While it would take a human 12-48 hours to fully digest and absorb a meal of pure meat, Camilla’s digestive system would get it done in under 6 hours.

Arad went even lower and was now staring at her massive and wide hips. They were almost twice as wide as her waist, and it was clear they were this large to support the harrowing mass of muscles on her thighs and butt.

Those massive and juicy-looking glutes and thighs in reality felt like dense rubber or soft wood. They were so dense that the human maids would find them impossible to massage, and they even sounded like wood when Arad knocked on them. Arad compared them to his biceps, but they weren’t even close. His biceps were far larger at his full size than both of Camilla’s thighs combined, and his muscles felt like hardened steel rather anything else.

Those powerful muscles were the source of most of Camilla’s explosive speed and power, and they were the ones that allowed her to accelerate past the speed of sound in a single leap and reach the castle walls before.

Going even lower, Arad reached her calves, and those were also far more developed than normal, being far too big and dense to help support the daunting power of her thighs and glutes. Thanks to those calves, she could quickly change directly, support herself with her foot claws, and deliver crushing kicks.

Her feet looked fairly normal, except her toes, which were a bit longer now and supported claws similar to those in her hands, allowing her to gain more traction and even attack with them.

The two bath maids approached and looked at Camilla, who was half asleep on the ground, still exhausted and trying to rest. They had to move her a bit and get her cleaned as well, since she was dripping a lot from her front hole, where Arad had just pumped her full to the brim.

But the moment they bent down and tried to drag her away, they felt as if their backs were about to snap. Camilla was far heavier than she was before, easily hitting over 100 kilograms of raw muscle and bones.

This density and weight were just born as Arad pounded her down. Her lycanthropic blood activated to change her body, and her divine magic healing factor kicked in, which allowed her body to directly convert divine magic from Mira into raw mass.

“She is too heavy for you.” Gamond approached, grabbed Camilla, and lifted her up. “I’ll carry her.” She looked at the maids with a smile and then shifted her gaze toward Arad. “Why don’t you turn them into wolves as well?”

Arad shrugged. “I never said I don’t want to. If any of the maids want to become either a werewolf or a vampire, and they fully understand what the shift would take, I’ll happily turn them.”

The two maids looked down, and one of them spoke. “We just… can’t take the violence.”

The other one nodded. “Yeah, we were raised in peace and had lived our lives until now as protected noble ladies. We never as much as butchered a hen, let alone wielded a weapon.”

Gamond looked at Camilla’s face and smiled. “Well, she was raised in a relatively poor family and grew up as a hardened adventurer. To her, this lifestyle of conflict and battles is normal. Getting stronger, no matter how, only makes her life easier.” She lay her down on the massage bench. “To her, strength is just like money is to nobles. It is the currency they need to live their lives, and it just happened that Arad cares more about that.”

She threw a glance at Arad. “Look at him, massive, muscular, rich, powerful, has connections even to the gods, all while being awfully decent and well behaved, for a dragon at least.” She then approached the maids and put her hands on their shoulders. “Wanting a peaceful life isn’t bad, not wanting to fight isn’t bad either. In fact, the reason Arad fights is to make sure none of his wives ever need to take such risks.”

She pointed at Arad. “Look at that massive body, those large arms and legs. They grew that large and powerful to protect you and all of us. He isn’t fighting for the fun of it, but to make sure we all get to live another peaceful day without shedding blood.”

She then smiled. “Then, do you know what your job is? If he is the one fighting and bleeding, what should you, the weak maids, do?”

The two couldn’t answer immediately, so she did for them. “Your job is that of support, you’re the repair smiths fixing his body and soul between each fight. You cook his food, clean his clothes, please his body with yours, and make sure that he is always at a 120% condition before each fight.”

She stared at them. “You have your own war to fight, so don’t disappoint. Remember that if he falls, you fall right after him.” She then looked at Arad with a smug face. “Well, he also got us to fight by his side, so you maids also have the job to maintain us as well.”

She licked one of them, “Say, if Arad is going to a fight, and needs to eat a human to fuel his lycanthropic or vampiric powers. Would any of you be willing to offer herself up? No, just offer one arm.”

Her grip on their shoulders grew tighter, “That is the catch, even if you don’t agree, I’ll cut and feed you to him myself. Even though I’d rather it doesn’t come to that.” She then smacked them on the butts and sent them toward Arad.

Eris sighed. “By the way, you are nowhere on the list. If Arad needs to eat someone, I’m here to fuel him. I’m a goddess, can’t die, and would offer far more power. You two would most likely spend your lives leisurely in the quarter, doing your daily job in peace. The only pain you’ll feel is probably while serving him in bed.”

“I don’t think the advice of a drakaina or a murderous goddess would help.” Kali sighed, “Not that the advice of a demon is any better, but don’t worry. Arad won’t hurt any of you. Just do your job as best as you can.”