The dragon's harem

Arad’s options had long since ended. He can’t fight the twins at close range since they are older, stronger, and faster. He can’t challenge them at range with arrows, bolts, and stones since mundane objects have no chance of harming them. Even the enchanted ones would be useless. Those two are Mana Drakainas- they’ll just disable the enchantment since arrows, bolts, and stones aren’t connected to Arad at range. Arad can try to keep the link in his domain. But who is he kidding? He has no control over the Mana in the air when two Mana Drakainas are around.

Magic was also out of the question since it would be useless against them due to their very nature. That is why all of Arad’s options had run dry, leaving him only his blood, which was still a part of him even when separated from him.

Blood magic was directly linked to him since he is a Pricolici, and the link was even stronger than what it would be for a normal vampire. That is why his blood was his only and best-ranged option.

At first, Arad thought that he could use it to create very long weapons to attack or shoot them like projectiles, but that had proved useless since the amount of magic and weight carried by the blood directly related to its volume.

That is where the idea of using it to create fists and legs to attack, like Kali’s golden statue, came from. Large hands, a lot of blood, easy to control since he already had hands, and what’s more important, it confused the hell out of Rey.

Rey tried to dodge the many hands and legs as she counted them. Arad seemed to have only manifested fifteen limbs -only up the elbows and knees- to attack her with. Their shape wasn’t stable, so any hand could turn into a foot as he wished, and their speed was comparable to his. The catch was that Arad could control them all to block all of Rey’s path and force her to take hits or block them.

Rey swung her fist up, blasting one of the hands into a crimson rain. She looked at Arad with a smile, “The basic thing about us, Mana Dragons, is that we can overpower the natural drive of mana and have it follow us directly, unlike wizards who have to learn magic to use it.”

She waved her hand, “It’s like the difference between asking me if I want to serve you or me being the one begging to serve you. Even if we don’t tell the mana what to do, it’ll move with us.”

Arad opened his massive maw, and his voice came out rattling like a gargle, an alien, beastial rattle. Just hearing it was enough to make even Rey consider if he was reasonable enough to understand.

“So blood bows to me, your BLOOD!” He took a step forward, and Rey felt something twitch and crawl beneath her skin like worms. All of her blood started to move against the stream, trying to push her down to kneel.

This reminded him of the first time he met Vlad. Blood control is easy for vampires, but it’s an alien and difficult thing for everyone else. Unless Rey and Ray went out of their way to study blood magic for centuries, there is no way for them to overpower Arad’s authority over it, even if they were Mana dragons.

Rey smiled as her whole body flushed red and her veins bulged, turning her beautiful and stunning body into a harrowing monstrosity as she resisted Arad’s control, forcing her blood to flow by raising her heart rate to insane levels. All she needed to get her heart racing and her blood rushing was to imagine an infuriating situation and make herself almost believe it, and for that, she chose to imagine her sister dying, which made her blood boil like lava.

Of course, Rey could separate her imagination from reality, so the only effect that rage had was to elevate her blood pressure and heart rate. Her draconic mind remained as cold as ice and as calm as a motionless pond.

Due to that stunt, she was actively damaging her own body and forcing it to work beyond her limits.

Arad wasn’t only commanding her blood to kneel. He was actively trying to get that blood to destroy her from the inside out and ravage her organs and brain.

Standing as tall as a giant and as wide as a mountain, Arad took a few steps forward. His shoulder swayed with each step, like the beefcake he was. Even his monstrous figure failed to hide his domineering shadow and instead helped cast it on the relatively-harmless-looking Rey.

“I said…” Arad glared at her, “Get down on your knees. NOW!”

Rey smiled. “I don’t need to get on my knees to suck you off with how tall you are. But it’ll be better if you kiss my feet instead. KNEEL!” She took a step forward, and Arad fell on one knee, shattering the ground beneath him.

His body, as naturally as expected, was rich with mana. Mana that Rey could command at will. Mana dragons were to mana, what vampires were to blood, its lords and commanders.

Looking at Arad straight in the eyes, Rey smiled, “Let’s see who’ll break first. Me or you.”

After a minute, it was Arad who fell first. There were several reasons. First, Rey was better at commanding mana than he was at commanding blood since she lived longer with that ability.

Second: While Rey had an idea what vampires were and that they could control blood, Arad didn’t have a single idea that mana could be controlled like that, and a minute, under the pressure of a drakaina far older than him, wasn’t the best situation to be in to come up with a countermeasure on the fly.

It happened at almost the same time when Ray took Arad down on her end, and that had caused all of the incarnation to burst and disappear, leaving one Arad sprawled on the ground.

The twins were sitting on his chest, one resting feet on his face while the other trying to peek under his pants.

“You’ve fought better than we expected.” Ray looked at his face through her toes with a smile, “I’ll make sure…”

“You’ve left me no option.” Arad’s chest flashed with light. It was time to go nuclear when all his options failed. At least he now understands something about the Mana dragons’ relationship with mana.