The dragon's harem

Aella’s body writhed, and her legs clenched around Arad’s waist as she moaned. Today, she was feeling more sensitive than usual, and it had nothing to do with the roots Arad mentioned before. She had been feeling lonely in the past few days, and that was what drove her and the other to join Merida tonight.

They all knew that with how rough Merida plays, her night with Arad would end too quickly, leaving them time to get a share. But Aella couldn’t have guessed that she was this pent up, to the point that just her back end felt this good, that she can’t even dare to ask him to keep nibbling on her toes because that would overwhelm her.

And while Aella herself didn’t understand why she was so sensitive, the fairy flying around them did. Zephyr saw far more than anyone could, far more than Arad could dream of fathoming. She could feel everyone, inside this room and outside it.

Zephyr grew bigger and landed behind Arad, taking on a humanoid size as she smiled. The reason Aella was feeling too steamy in the past days was probably because of her. Zephyr and Aella had long since started merging their powers, ever since the first day of their contract years ago.

At this moment, Zephyr could feel everything that Aella felt, every thrust, every thought, every insecure feeling, and even dreams and wishes. She was just better than all those young girls and could maintain her stoic face whenever she wanted to.

But that shared sense did go both ways, and so, Aella herself was also sensing everything that Zephyr sensed, or that should be the case. Zephyr wasn’t allowing that to happen; she was intentionally numbing Aella’s ability to share her senses.

Reaching down with a smug grin on her face, Zephyr grabbed Aella’s feet that were behind Arad, causing her to cry. ”What are you hiding here?” Then, without hesitating for a second, she started licking her soles and sucking on her toes.

Aella wanted to resist, but the pleasure had already gotten high enough to paralyze her, and all she could do was fall limp and allow herself to soak everything up. Zephyr had to get Aella busy with anything to prevent her from trying to sense her, since that might actually kill her.

Zephyr is a spirit, but that is only a part of her true nature, and that nature was far too extreme for mere mortals to feel or sense. The same way mortals can struggle with controlling their inherited bloodlines. She, too, found it hard to suppress what flowed inside her soul.

Her soul was born to father and mother, both of whom were monsters far beyond mortal comprehension. First was her father, the most problematic part of her bloodlines, the Sultan of Evil Djinns of Destructive Wind, Focalor. He isn’t problematic, but the entire problem.

Focalor is the only living Djinn that managed to crack and abuse the universe’s flow of positive and negative energy. While all Djinns use that flow to grant wishes, Focalor had a strong enough will to bend the laws of the universe to his own wishes.

Zephyr had inherited a part of that power, which now firmly places her at the forefront of Djinns’ domain. If she were to sleep with Arad and get pregnant, she is 100% certain that she would give birth to a new race of Djinns that are far superior to her and her father in power.

Usually, if a djinn wanted to grant a wish worth 100 of positive energy, they would need to give that person 100 of negative energy as well to balance things out. That is exchange is firmly locked into the mortal who made the wish.

Wish for a million-gold coin? There you go, but they are stolen, and the guards are after you. Want a beautiful wife? There you go, the most beautiful woman in the entire world, but you can’t sleep with her, and she spends her entire time with other people.

What Focalor managed to do was break that link. He can grant wishes and then only give the positive energy to the wisher. He can then store the negative energy inside his body to unleash it later when he needs to.

Her father was the only djinn who could grant wishes without negative effects or strings attached, because he was going to use that negative energy on someone else. Of course, he was the only one, until Zephyr was born. But unlike him, she doesn’t grant wishes. She grants misfortune and stockpiles positive energy for herself, his exact opposite.

That would’ve been easy to manage if her mother weren’t the woman she was. That abomination, the one still living in the palace of her father like a true empress, the one woman that her father defended against the entire universe and won.

That woman’s name was Torment, the abomination that feeds off people’s pain and suffering. She is a sadistic monster, a torturer, a vile existence that thrives in the suffering of others. The only reason Focalor can keep her tame is that he can feed her from his negative energy. To him, she was more than a wife and a woman he lived with; she was his dumpster where he pours the extra negative energy he has before it explodes.

The reason Zephyr could go all out in hell before was because of all the sinners suffering there, which fed her abominable side, and the reason she cured the other queens in Fernanda’s world by skinning them alive was to feed on their pain and fuel herself even more. By skinning them, she is effectively giving them negative energy, which leaves her with enough positive energy to wish them back to health.

Luckily, the divine and spirit magic she inherited from her grandmother was powerful enough for her to live with; otherwise, she might’ve been known as a worse evil than her father is.

”Ahhhhh...” Aella screamed at the top of her lungs as Arad filled her insides, and as she drowned him in what rushed from between her legs. All of that faint discomfort she was getting from Zephyr had to be drowned somehow, and this should do the trick for now.

Arad pulled his massive flesh out of her, and a massive white stream gushed out. Arad didn’t just unload inside her once, but several times. The maids rushed in to clean her, and Olivia jumped at Arad the moment he pulled back.

She didn’t even let a single drop fall off his flesh, and even without Zephyr’s help, she took a deep breath, and forced the entire shaft down her throat. If she wanted to get her chance after the queens, she had to do her job, and do it better than any other maid could hope two.

But as expected, she was a mere mortal, and Arad was too big for her. It was then that Zephyr came to help her. She appeared sitting on Arad’s shaft and grabbed her by the cheeks, staring into her eyes with a grin.

”If you want it, I can grant it.”