The dragon's harem

Sitting on a chair inside the church’s cabin, Arad looked at the walls, “It’s all the same everywhere,”

“This church is bigger than that of Alina, albeit with a different architecture than the one in the Elvish capital,” Isdis said, lifting her hands up as Merida pulled the straps on her back, trying to squeeze her into the tight dress.

“You’ll do with a diet,” Merida growled, “Did those breasts of yours get bigger since the last time I measured you?”

Isdis laughed, “I wish,” She touched her chest, “But it’s probably my lungs. I’ve been practicing with air instruments lately, and it takes quite the breath out of me.”

“Larger lungs, larger chest and it makes the breasts look bigger by pushing them forward.” Merida looked at Arad, she had large breasts, but it made her a bit sad that even his chest was bigger than her, pure muscles and bones.

“Churches are built for different gods,” Arad touched the walls, “This is for Amaterasu, and the one in the capital is for Sylph, right?”

“Goddess of the sun and the goddess of the elves,” Isdis replied, “A red sun over the emerald paradise. Those two were known as one of the strongest in the age of war, and are still powerhouses of legends.”

“Not that matter to us now,” Arad looked at them, “Don’t tell me she doesn’t fit like Aella,”

“I’m trying to stuff her inside, but we might need Zephyr’s help again,” Merida replied with a growl, trying to put a bit more force into strapping Isdis down, without ripping anything off.

“I’ll go call Zephyr. I’m sure she’s out somewhere stuffing her stomach.” Arad stood, heading toward the door.

“Can’t you just locate her?” Isdis stared at him, “Like you do with everyone?” 𝘳.𝑐𝘰

“I can, but it feels strange. She can sense me trying to find her, and always looks back at me.” Arad replied.

“She’s the wind spirit, after all,” Merida giggled, “Send her our way. I do need her help here.” She slapped Isdis’s back, “This one isn’t going to fit,”

“Keep trying,” Isdis stared at her as Arad left the room.

****

“Look! It’s him,” A nun gasped, seeing Arad walk out of the cabin room looking like he just woke up from sleep. But it was just him, feeling exhausted having to deal with the girls not fitting in their wedding dress again.

“He’s huge! I never seen him this close,” Another one beside her whispered, seeing Arad’s head towering over the wall murals.

“He’s even bigger than the paladins,” The first nun whispered, following Arad with her eyes. “I’m sure he’ll look better in a plate armor,”

“No, he looks like the kind to wrestle bears in a forest bare-top and win,”

Arad stopped and turned toward the nuns, his eyes looking far behind them at the church’s gate, he could sense a flow of wind magic coming in, meaning Zephyr was probably outside.

The two nuns gasped, looking away, “He spotted us,”

“Idiot, he probably heard us.”

Arad blinked, walking toward the nuns. He not only heard them but could feel their thoughts flowing as clearly as the sunlight coming from the windows. ^I definitely stand out among humans with this size, I know it’s natural but who in the hell was my father for me to look like this? A giant? No, probably a titan.^ 𝑖.𝑐ℴ𝑚

[Your father was a human, I can assure you that,] Mom said,

^What kind of humans grow this large?^ Arad sighed, looking more tired to the nuns.

Arad stood before them, their heads barely reaching his chest as he glared down at them. They stood between him and the door, not realizing they were in his way.

“Baron Arad, do you need something?” One of them asked, sweating as her legs slowly took a step back on their own. Her neck hurt from looking up.

“I was going out to look for someone,” Arad said in a calm voice, a smile on his face, “Do you mind?” He pointed at the door behind them, it can’t be opened with them in the way.

The two immediately jumped aside, their knees shaking. They heard his roar earlier, and they heard how he punched a witch from the city’s gate all the way to the sea. They looked at his hand, his palms larger than their faces and his arms putting their thighs to shame.

“Baron Arad,” One of the nuns gasped, “Citizens are gathered outside the church, waiting for the wedding ceremony to start. I don’t think it’s a good idea to walk outside,”

Arad stopped, his palm grasping the doorknob, and he stared back at her, “The guards are stopping them, right?”

“They a-re, but you d-on’t kn-w what m-might happen,” She tried to speak, but started stuttering. The more he glared at her, the weaker her legs and neck got.

Arad smiled, patting her head, “Don’t worry, they are annoying, but there shouldn’t be there any danger for me,”

The nun fainted the moment Arad’s hand touched her head, thinking he was about to crush her down.

As she fell to the ground, Arad stared at her, confused and sweating, “What? I didn’t do anything,” He looked at the other nun, terrified. ^Since when did humans become this fragile?^

“Baron Arad, please don’t worry,” The other nun gasped, shaking the unconscious one, “She’ll be fine, probably too much stress.”

Arad stared at the nun for a few seconds, even more confused. But he quickly remembered the time he spent in the labyrinth. ^For a human, no, a nun that never got into a fight, I must be a terrifying monster.^

“Do I look scary?” Arad looked at the other nun.

She paused, staring at him, “I won’t say that,” She looked away, “It’s just, expectation? I bet any of us would die if you just bumped into us,”

“She got scared when I touched her head,” Arad looked at his hand, “Probably I shouldn’t do that anymore,” His eyes shifted toward the nun, glaring at her. “Anything else I shouldn’t do?”

“Probably, don’t glare at people like this. It’s scary,” She mumbled.

Arad blinked, rubbing his eyes, “Glare? I was just looking at you while speaking,”

“You’re tall, and your eyes are sharp and glow with a feint purple light. Even an innocent look can seem like a mad glare,” She looked away, “Especially when you look down at someone,”

“Should I avoid eye contact?”

“I don’t know,” She started shaking, the longer the conversation went, the more stressed she got.

“Sorry,” Arad stood, “I’ll keep that in mind from now on,” He smiled, “But, please keep in mind, I don’t bite, I’m not as dangerous as you people might think,”

“That’s relative, it all takes one mistake to offend or enrage you.” The nun said.

“You can slap me in the face and I won’t get angry, it takes specific offenses and intents to get me to hit someone back. Like going after my wives, and land, or harming someone I care about,” He pulled a healing potion and put it in front of the nun, “In case she got hurt when she fell,”

Arad then went outside.

This content is taken from