The dragon's harem

^The fuck is up with this human? I’ve headbutted him but I’m the one bleeding. Why isn’t he budging, and why does his skin feel as hard as stone?^ The lion screamed internally, he would’ve already run away, but his wives were all lined behind him, he couldn’t back down, not in front of them.

“What’s up with this fur ball of an inflated cat? I can’t fight here, Mira and Isdis would kill me.^ Arad cried inside his head, the two had just been yelling at him, destroying Matilda’s house would be the worst thing to do now. ^Just leave, I don’t want to fight you here. Just give up and scram!^

As the two glared at each other in silence, their foreheads still stuck together, each of them waited for the other to back away.

Arad closed his eyes, and the lion gasped, ^What the hell is he thinking?^

^Lock it all up, what I need isn’t destructive power, I need controlled might, as sharp as a blade and as precise as a needle.^ Arad’s muscles relaxed, ^This is it, just like that time, in the labyrinth, lock it all up, and only use what’s immediately available.^

Arad clenched a fist, and punched the lion in the guts, sending him rolling into the garden. The lion immediately stood back up, his stomach twisted in pain, but it wasn’t as bad as he expected. Still confused, he took a stance as he saw Arad charging at him with a clenched fist. “You want a fight then, so be it!” The lion swung his arm, deflecting Arad’s punch aside. [Rumbling Ember Kick] The lion used the same motion to spin and throw a burning kick toward Arad’s head, which Arad counted with a kick of his own, [Fire Kick]

“Hooo, a fire user like myself. Interesting…” the lion giggled, “I won’t lose in a contest of firepower!” He pushed even harder, conjuring stronger flames behind his calves to push Arad’s kick away.

“You fur ball!” Arad growled as his leg started pushing back, he didn’t want to use more power than this as he’d burn Matilda’s Garden, but this stupid lion is messing everything up.

Arad let his kick get thrown away and spun around, kicking the lion in the guts, “Stop burning the ground!”

The lion grabbed Arad’s foot, “Caught you! Bring her up!” He shouted and his wives rushed toward the house to drag Matilda out.

Zara clenched his fist, ready to start fighting, but Arad appeared between the door and the lion’s wives. With a powerful back slap to the chest, he sent the first of the lion’s wives flying outside the yard with her armor shattered to pieces.

The lion, his other wives, Zara and everyone stared in silence as Arad growled, “You stay out of the fight.” He growled at the other wives. He then walked back toward the lion, ready to finish the fight.

It was at that moment that both the lion and his wives realized what kind of monster was standing before them.

“Aron!” Mira looked at him, “How fast can you finish the fight?”

Arad stopped and looked at her with a scared face, “Sorry! It wasn’t me that burned the grass; I’m trying to keep damage to a minimum here.”

Mira looked at Zara, “Where does this lion live?”

Zara pointed west, “A fair distance in that direction.” Mira then quickly looked at Arad, “Send them home, you can do that, right?”

Arad smiled, “Got it.”

“You fucker! What are you…” The lion shouted, but Arad suddenly appeared standing before his face, smoking with black magic. “My wife spoke, back to your home, cat.” He grabbed him by the mane.

At that moment, a large wood-cutting axe flew from the streets into Zara’s Garden, landing right between Arad and the lion, almost cutting their toes.

“Who is it here, isn’t it a familiar face?” From the front gate, a large muscular man wearing a tank top and thick trousers strolled in, a gentle smile on his face. He was almost as large as Arad but had a bigger stomach.

A large smile crossed Arad’s face, “Hank! How long has it been.” He let go of the lion man and walked toward hands, shaking his hand with enthusiasm, those two giants were almost similar in size.

“Another large human, no, wait…something is off…” The lion gasped as he could smell Hank from afar, the fur on his back stood as his main spiked up.

“Your smell…don’t tell me.” Arad looked at Hank’s face and hairy forearms.

“We’ll…I had to get a bit closer to my wife to survive here.” He looked at Arad’s face, “But to think the kid I saved back then had grown this strong. You’ve really come a long way off.” His eyes slowly shifted toward the lion.

“Is that one giving you some kind of trouble?” Hank asked with a gentle smile, not a single shred of anger or confusion came from his expressions.

“He wants to take a friend of mine against her will, I want to stop him without destroying the place.” Arad replied, stretching his arms. “Those lionesses are on it with him.”

Hank nodded, extending his arms forward, “I do not like beating women, but my wife approves of it.” He looked at them with a gentle smile, “Misses, stand down, or you’ll get treated with disrespect.”

“For me, as long as you leave Matilda alone, I don’t care.” Arad stood beside Hank, extending a fist forward, “My slaps hurt, and you don’t want to try me.”

“DIE! WOLF!” The lion lunged forward, aiming straight at Hank. Arad seemed like a danger, but Hank was a serious threat, a beast of the moon.

Hank took a deep breath, his chest expanding in the blink of an eye as the lion charged at him alongside his wives.

AW000000000000000000000000000000000000000! Hank howled at them, his voice so strong that everyone had to close their ears except Arad, but only the lions seemed to suffer an effect.

The lioness fell to their knees, shaking and stunned in a trance as the lion held his ears, growling in pain. The next thing he saw was Hank’s fist coming at his face, crashing into his nose with a blast.

As the lion flew back, Arad hit him in the neck with an elbow, sending him straight back to Hank. “Hank! What was that howl?” Arad said with a smile as Hank caught the lion by the

head.

“Call of the Alpha, it’s only usable by a progenitor werewolf or their mate. It causes males physically weaker than the howler to feel extreme terror, and paralyze females who are weaker.” Hank replied, “It’s the same as when your legs refuse to move from fear, but I doubt someone like me had felt that.” He looked at Arad with a large smile, “You’re far stronger

than me.”

“I’m not that strong…” Arad smiled, and Hank immediately knew that Arad wanted to hide his power.

“Then, what will you do with this lion man…what was his name?” Hank looked at Arad.

“I don’t know, but he works for someone called Zank, one word different from your name.”

He smiled.

“That’s funny. But if that’s the case I suggest leaving him alive. For future political debate, they might not try anything funny with you around, but it’s a different story when you leave.” He threw the lion on the ground and kicked him toward Arad. The effect of the howl seems to be strong, Hank’s wife was a werewolf progenitor and a strong one at that.

Arad lifted the lion from his mane, and looked at the sky, “I’ve got a crazy idea, I hope it works.” He looked at Zara, “Got something to write with?”

“Like charcoal?” Zara replied, that he too wanted to join the fight, but those two seemed to be acting on a different mindset than him.

“Wait.” Hank called, “I’ve got a better idea, use his blood.” He approached Arad with a smile.

“That’s genius.” Arad looked at the lion, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose so he used

that blood.

[Matilda is with me, fuck off, fur ball.] Arad wrote on the lion’s chest.

[You kittens are too weak to be a threat worth killing.] Hank added on the lion’s stomach.

“How should we deliver him?” Hank looked around, “Should I release his wives and let them carry him back home?”

“No, I’ve got a better idea.” Arad lifted the lion above his head and covered him with gravity magic and a barrier, “I’ll send him right away.” From his experience throwing stones with his tail, Arad had become an expert thrower, and this lion was far lighter than the stones he was

throwing before.

After a deep breath, Arad lunged forward and swung his arms, throwing the dazed lion into

the sky.

****

Back in the lion’s village, Zank was sitting on his chair surrounded by his wives, awaiting Matilda’s arrival. It was at that moment the wall burst into pieces as the lion flew in, smacking one of the wives down, and landed right beside Zank’s chair, unconscious and

bleeding.

“What is the meaning of this!?” Zank shouted as he stood in rage, unable to comprehend what

had just happened.

****

Hati giggled, lying on her large pillow bed with her nine silver tails dancing behind her. She tapped the magic crystal before her with her long nails, a mischievous smile on her face, “Those lions were getting a bit too arrogant…” She giggled, looking at Zank’s angry face and rubbing her finger on the crystal ball, changing the view to Arad and Hank talking at Zara’s

door.

“Little boy Arad would be their best medicine, animals shouldn’t overstep on dragon’s superiority.” She switched her legs and turned around, looking at the two red fox maidens standing behind her pillow bed, one held a large glass of wine, and the other held a massive

bow of fruits.

“Wouldn’t he threaten your rule as well?” One of the two fox maidens asked.

“Are you two calling me an animal? How bold of you today…” She giggled, sitting up, “I’m a

Fenrir, and he isn’t here to fight anyone who doesn’t start a fight with him.” She stood and approached the two maidens. ƒreewebɳovel.com

“Get the stage ready, I’ll be meeting his wife Isdis, I want him to remain entertained while we speak.” She tapped their shoulders, whispering, “You know what do you?”