The dragon's harem

It was now Sara’s turn. The shy, blond devil slowly approached the bed and nestled beside Arad, twiddling her thumbs as she didn’t know which of them would make the first move.

Should she crane her neck up to reach him with a kiss, or should she wait for him to move first? She intentionally lost the rock-paper-scissors to go last and observe the others first, but as it turned out, that was useless.

Right now, she knew nothing about what she’d need to do, just as she was at the start.

To her luck, she didn’t need to wait long as Arad’s massive arms wrapped around her hips and lifted her, sitting her on his lap. He was the one going to take the lead. All Sara needed to do now was relax and follow whatever he did, or that’s what she thought at least.

“What do you want to do?” Arad’s question hit her like a hammer on the head. How was she supposed to answer? She didn’t have a single clue besides kissing or sticking it in and moving, neither of which sounded right to her.

She had one answer she was aware of, and it was to be honest. “I don’t know. Let’s start with whatever you think is best.”

With his question thrown back at him, Arad decided that the best course of action is to make sure she is comfortable with what’s coming next. Since, unlike the others, she isn’t as willful or straightforward in her needs and desires.

He lifted her up, laid her back on the bed, looked her in the eyes, and pulled her into a kiss. She tried to resist at first but then quickly relaxed, letting him take the lead. From her lips, he went down to her neck, then chest, nipples, belly, legs, thighs, knees, and lastly, shifted his attention back up, liking her down south.

Sara was surprised at first, mortified even, but then quickly gave up. As Arad thought, here in bed, she wasn’t that willful and would eventually surrender herself to anything. This would probably only last for a few nights until she relaxes and finds what she enjoys the most.

Take someone like Aella. Even now, she doesn’t want to admit that her favorite part is getting her toes sucked. Sara might even be harder to pin down. And as Zephyr taught Arad, compromises are the pillar of any relationship. No two people would enjoy exactly the same things, whether it’s in bed or in daily life. If they want the relationship to last long, each of them must be ready to make compromises.

The biggest compromise Arad’s wives are giving him is allowing him to marry other women, and with that, he must make extra efforts to ensure that each of them is more than just happy.

Now that Arad ensured that Sara was both wet and ready, he started to slowly move downward, getting ready to start. He lined himself up and slowly pushed inside, keeping a close eye on Sara’s face to make sure she wasn’t uncomfortable or in pain.

To Arad’s surprise, Sara wasn’t in pain. In fact, she had a strange and peculiar expression on her face. Both confused and elated. She had never felt such a thing before, and this was her first time getting this strange sensation. She didn’t know whether to be happy or weirded out, leading to her confused face. While since the sensation was pleasurable, her face showed that.

Maybe she just loves it like this, slow and steady. Most of Arad’s wives preferred a rough pounding, probably because most of them were extremely powerful and had a lot of energy to spend.

Of course, Arad didn’t waste this opportunity to study something. Why do holy people need to keep their virginity to maintain their divine magic? It didn’t make any sense, especially since the one granting power is an all-mighty god.

Looking at Sara’s soul as she lost her virginity, Arad found the answer, and it was simpler than he expected. Most people can’t sense their own soul, so they can’t feel it.

When someone has sex for the first time, their soul becomes unstable as it gets ready to split and grant a spark to the coming babies. That means the god would need to create a new formula for each person who lost his virginity and wants to retain their holy magic.

If all the clerics were allowed to lose their virginity and turn their souls unstable, the god would be wasting so much time and divine magic to maintain them that it wouldn’t be worth it. That energy is better spent in the war.

For that reason, the god artificially limits the number of holy people who are allowed to lose their virginity and procreate. Usually, those are only the chosen few. For example, Eris wasn’t a virgin when she became a paladin of Amaterasu, but she still gained divine power because she fated to become a demi-goddess and maintain herself on her own.

Arad himself can gain as much power as he wants from Kali even though he isn’t a virgin because of their relationship. If there was someone special to her, it was him, and probably Diana as well.

Speaking of Diana, the poor angel won’t get any chance to play tonight, and neither would Isabelle get it. Kali was just too energetic and vigorous that she and Arad probably wouldn’t stop until morning.

As mentioned before, the gods have perfect bodies. They don’t produce any waste. What Arad noticed is that Kali’s sweat is pure mana. Her mere existence produces it. Her tears are full of so much vitality that they might make someone younger, and what puzzled Arad more is that instead of pissing, she produces a highly corrosive and concentrated divine water of destruction.

That was similar to the stuff used to seal Vorvadoss and was guarded by the beavers, but instead of sealing, this one destroys and erases things. If one drop fell in the mortal world, it would’ve been a disaster, but to Arad, this was his chance to store as much of it as he could to use as a weapon later on or just to regenerate his divine magic when he needed to.

^No wonder Gracie’s Spit sells for a crap tone of gold. If every part of a monster’s body is worth its weight in silver, the gods’ bodies and remnants are pure divine artifacts.^