The dragon's harem

The gods are nothing like mortals. They don’t follow the same biological function or thinking patterns. Their bodies are perfect, shifting to embody the god’s willpower and divine magic.

Kali’s divine body was large, standing almost ten feet tall like Arad, with a lean build and six powerful arms. Her blue skin reflected her demonic heritage, and her red palms and soles symbolized the blood staining her hands. While she seemed to wear earrings, and sometimes even a large nose ring, those weren’t jewelry or decorations but parts of her demonic body.

A god’s clothes and accessories are often a part of their power, representing a side that is integral to themselves. Amaterasu’s Yukata, for example, symbolizes her origin and the location where her first worshippers in the world emerged. While she was born from a natural existence, her name and image were conjured by the beliefs of mortals.

Kali’s demonic image was, on the other hand, conjured by the demons of the abyss in the form of their worst nightmare, a weak-looking woman who, in fact, could sow horror into the abyss’s very bones.

Arad already noticed the way Kali’s body moved, the strange softness and hardness of her body. Her arms looked normal, but they, in fact, had two elbows, one of which was always locked straight and only opened if she wanted to use it.

Arad also noticed that Kali had a third eye hidden on her forehead beneath her silky hair, and she even had a snake-like forked tongue that was at least two feet long. Kissing her felt strange, but it was the same surprise to her as he, too, had a long forked tongue thanks to his pricolici blood.

As he held her body, Arad could feel her smooth skin, which felt almost as slippery as if she was covered in oil. She had no hair besides the one on her head and eyes, leaving her strangely soft to the touch while her muscles felt as tough as tire rubber.

Another property of the gods that Arad noticed was that she didn’t taste like anything. He was a dragon and could usually tell that his wives, like Aella and Mira, were humans, beings on the dragons’ menu, but Kali was different. She tasted like air and smelled like incense, earthy, and had a faint hint of blood scent on her, one that was so faint that even Arad almost missed it.

While looking like a human with clothes on, as Arad’s hands slowly caressed her azure body, he could feel the unnatural muscles turning beneath her skin. Just like how Arad’s muscles didn’t resemble humans as he had wings to deal with, Kali’s muscles were vastly more numerous and in weird places. She had twenty abs but in four columns of five. She didn’t have two armpits, but six, and the muscles on her chest almost made her breasts feel alive, as beneath each one were three large pectoral muscles.

For once, Arad didn’t need to worry about keeping his strength in check. Unlike the wild beast that is Nina, Kali could control her harrowing strength to match Arad and allow them both to feel at ease. Arad honestly expected to snap something tonight, but she had proved him wrong.

Diana and Isabelle were sitting aside with the other angels, watching. “It’s been a while, and they didn’t even start. How long is he going to feel her body?” Diana asked, and Isabelle leaned back, poking her ear, “Probably a long while. Look at them. Arad is trying to understand what she likes best.” She sighed, “He is also starting to feel it.”

“Feel what?” Diana asked, and Isabelle shrugged, “That Kali might enjoy it. But not feel thrilled about it like the others do. We’re talking about the Goddess of Destruction, after all, and Arad doesn’t have enough strength to show her that.”

Arad slowly lifted Kali and laid her beside him. She twisted her torso and wrapped her arms around his hips, slithering between his legs like a snake.

Wrapping her long tongue around his flesh, she easily swallowed the massive thing in one gulp. What Arad didn’t expect was that she could still speak. Her voice rang in his head like a booming echo, ringing deep into his soul.

[Do you like it?]

“I do, but you don’t seem that excited about it.”

He was right, and the reason was simple. She was a demon, not a human. She wasn’t even a normal demon but their divine goddess.

[Let’s just say that gentle things aren’t in my nature. It doesn’t matter what values I uphold. I’m still a demon that feeds off violence and suffering.]

She stopped sucking and stood to sit on his lap. “I’m sorry to say it, but even with your full strength, you can’t be rough enough with me. And I don’t want to be rough with you.” She sighed, lifted her hips, and plunged his flesh inside her in a single thrust.

“Then, I guess you have a solution.” Arad pulled her into a hug and, as per her wishes, started thrusting with all of his might. He now understood why she had to bring them here to her palace.

Kali looked at one of her angel servants, “When was it last time that I responded to a mortal?”

The angel pulled a ledger and looked at it, “Last time, never. You never reply to cultists. It’s usually the demon lords who do that.”

“Good, find me one that wants something and is willing to suffer for it. A woman that must be quite beautiful.” Kali turned toward Arad, “I’d say I’ll be evil for once. Let’s see what my demonic impulses would make me full.”

“I found a suitable one.” The angel replied with a confirmation and then flapped her wings, summoning the cultist woman into the room.

The ginger woman appeared praying on the ground with paint all over her pale face. Her hands twitched, and her eyes opened wide when she found herself in an unfamiliar place.

“Where…” She was about to speak, but her tongue suddenly burst out of her maw in a splash of blood. She fell on her face, groaning in pain as Kali glared at her from Arad’s lap, “Don’t speak unless spoken to.” She healed her and then asked in a calm, cold void, “You wanted to become a demon, for what reason?”

“Death, I faced it once. I can still remember the pain and fear, and I don’t want to feel it again. I want to become an immortal demon that doesn’t have to fear its finality.” The woman replied without even daring to ask what demon responded to her prayer. She already knew that Demon Lords weren’t powerful enough to summon her to another dimension, so she had probably woken up some ancient horror.

“I can offer you that, but I require a sacrifice of suffering. Care to die a horrible, slow, and painful death for me?” She leaned on Arad, “And before you ask, it has no purpose. I just want to see some great suffering and agony. It might make me full of something.”

Arad looked at her, “Are you sure you want to do this? You’ve been calm and gentle until now. Torturing someone like this isn’t something you’ll do.”

Kali smiled, “Of course, it’s not something I did, but it’s in my nature as a demon.” She looked at him, “Did you notice how violent Merida is? How she almost seemed to not care about other lives or manners? She was always fated to be a demon. Those aggressive and ruthless aspects are our sign. Even in bed, isn’t she one to enjoy a violent and rough pounding?”

Kali clenched her hips, and Arad almost felt his flesh snapping, “You can’t treat me like that, and I don’t want to treat you like that, so how can I scratch that itch?”

She then turned to the cultist, “I can either get the mother of all life to turn you into a succubus or the mother of all demons to turn you into a blood demon. Your choice. Both will be quite painful, and I’ll enjoy watching you suffer for a long while.”