The dragon's harem

Fernanda screamed her lungs out as Doma shoved her fist wrist-deep into her back end without a warning. The maids held her in place, and Doma pushed down on her back with one hand with a grin. “Stop struggling. The less you resist, the faster I’m going to get this finished and done with.”

Fernanda was appalled; she had just gotten on the massage table and didn’t expect it. In fact, Doma didn’t even try to slowly slip fingers in. She clenched a fist and forced it all in with a single push.

“Stop! Moving your hand!” Fernanda cried, and Doma wasn’t listening. She was like a dentist; the moment she started working, she wouldn’t stop. Fernanda can struggle as much as she wants, but the moment she agreed to get on the table, her fate was sealed.

“Calm down, I found it. But, bad news. It is far deeper than I thought. I’ll have gone as deep as my elbow… and put a hole into your intestine.”

“What…GAAAAA!” Before Fernanda could protest, Doma used all of her weight and pushed deeper, forcing her entire forearm, elbow-deep in there. Fernanda started struggling more and more, so the maids weren’t able to pin her down on their own, and Doma was forced to call in for help. Asiha reached over and pushed down on Fernanda’s legs, keeping them from flailing too much. Sena, on the other hand, grabbed the witch’s arms.

As she tried move, Sena suddenly smacked her on the back of the head. “Listen.” She looked at her in the eyes with a smile. “I’ll give you five seconds. Either stop fooling around, or I’ll show you hell.”

When Fernanda looked at Sena’s eyes long enough, she could see something endless, eldritch, and horrifying glaring back at her. She remained silent for a while, uncaring of Doma ravaging her back end, then sighed. “Fine. I won’t cry about it.”

The maids there blinked, “Wait, what?” They were surprised that Fernanda had completely stopped struggling and seemed to be fine, even though she had been crying a second ago.

Sena looked at the maids with a smile. “Sorry to worry you. But, never forget.” She reached, grabbed her own eye, and ripped it off without a care in the world. She then threw the eye on the ground and stabbed herself in the chest with her hand, cracking into a smile. “Most of us here are monsters, and pain is nothing more than an itch to us.”

Sena quickly healed without a drop of blood being left and sat on Fernanda’s back. “We cry, blush, and pretend to be normal people. But we aren’t. This one.” She smacked Fernanda on the head. “It’s just as much a monster as any abomination. She just cries and sheds crocodile tears to garner your sympathy.”

Fernanda giggled. “You say that, but I’m not the only monster here. You said it yourself.” She looked back at the crater of water where Arad and all of his wives were. “That man, all of his wives are nothing but monsters, horrors, and each of them is something that should’ve been hunted and killed eons ago.”

Sena smiled, patting Fernanda on the head, and looked at the maids. “Well, he is impressive, isn’t he? Keeping all of us monsters tame. You’ll fit right in if you show a bit of obedience and order.”

“What about them?” Fernanda looked at the maids, “Do they know who you are?”

Sena giggled, “They do know. All maids and servants were informed very well of all the queens and their situations.” She lifted her foot and pointed at one of the maids with her toe. “She works under me, and she knows that I can’t see her more than a bug crawling around my room. But I do respect her as long as she respects me back.”

What were the maids and servants’ roles in the private quarter, the harem as a whole? It was simple. Their one and only job is to obey the queens, and especially obey the queen they are assigned to serve without hesitating. Arad’s queens weren’t mundane, so they needed other people to take care of the mundane life for them.

“They offer us obedience and support; we offer them protection, wealth, and authority. Soon, I’m certain that each of the maids would have her own kingdom or empire to rule, and we wives would either end up overseeing whole worlds like the gods.” She looked back at Eris, “Some of us already became gods.”

“I would’ve found it hard to believe if I didn’t already see the monsters here.” She tried to struggle a bit and push Sena from her back, but she couldn’t.

But then, suddenly, Fernanda stopped moving and looked around with a confused face. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” That felt strange for a moment.

Doma sighed. “You can relax now; I grabbed the ball of souls and pinched your nerves with a curse. You should feel numbness and coldness in your lower back and legs.” She patted Fernanda’s head. “Now, just stay still and don’t move a muscle. If you felt anything inside you, it’s your nerves misfiring due to my curse.”

Fernanda looked forward for a second. “I feel like I wet myself.”

“Well, you didn’t. As I said, nerves are misfiring. From now on, anything you feel from below your sternum is nothing but an illusion.” Doma then extended her hand to Sena. “I’ll translate the information as traces of mana; can you write them down?”

Sena immediately started copying the information and writing everything down. She didn’t need to write much, just a diagram of every DNA sample Doma was able to find, and there was over nine billion humanoid DNA in Fernanda’s Shirirkodama, and several hundreds of billions of bugs, animals, and monsters’ DNA.

“Too much information.” Doma smiled. “Lovely Witch, we’re be here for a long while.” She tapped Fernanda on the back. “Or, how about a session each day for the next few weeks? Sena here can’t translate and write everything down quickly enough to finish in one sitting.”

Fernanda looked at her with a sad face. “No way… more?”

“Yep, your life depends on it.” Doma smiled and looked back toward Arad, who had just finished with Matilda. “ARAD! We’ve hit the motherload. She has information about billions of humanoids without needing to experiment on humans.”

Arad looked back as Matilda fell on his chest, panting. “That’s good! Just take your time and make sure the information is correct.”

But as he was looking back, a pair of feet landed on his face. Whoever it was, they were light in weight, and Arad could tell just by their long, claw-like, crystal toenails. “Betty, what are you doing?”

“I came to ask you about Tina. You sent an incarnation to her, right? How is she doing? Everyone here is worried about her.” She looked down as Matilda pulled herself from Arad’s flesh, leaving the massive hunk of meat waiting for another one.

She lowered herself a bit, leaned on his chest, and grabbed his flesh with her feet, slowly rubbing on it as she listened to Arad telling her about the fight Tina got herself into.