The dragon's harem

Arad wasn’t worried about his own power; in just a few years, he had grown far stronger than most beings. His growth speed was utterly terrifying, and he knew it, so in his mind, it made sense to make the others closer to him stronger.

At first, this might’ve seemed unreasonable, as he was the dragon supposed to protect his wives and family, but looking at it from another viewpoint, his reasoning became clear. In any position of power, whether it was being a king or a gang leader, having a family was always a glaring weakness.

Arad’s enemies are smart, and they would rather target his weak wives rather than him personally, so Arad had to make sure his wives were strong enough to protect themselves. And it didn’t just stop at his wives, he wanted everyone from the maids and servants, up to his own children and wives, to be powerful.

He had long since started thinking of ways to make the people around him stronger, but all methods besides throwing them into the merciless crucible of battle were hard to obtain. He could take a maid and train her for months, teach her the way of the sword, the secrets of magic, and make sure she has ample divine support. But in the end, the pain of a single stab would break her mind.

Until now, Arad has noticed that there are four types of people out there. The regular folks who are soft, gentle, and the absolute majority of people. They are beautiful people; the reason life needs protection.

The second type is people who are willing to put themselves through pain and suffering to uphold their ideals, goals, or protect those they love and admire. In this category, Arad found the knights, soldiers, and all people bound by duty. Those are the brave people; the reason this world didn’t fall into chaos and lawlessness.

Then, there is the third type, the people with a loose screw in their heads. Those who enjoy gambling with their lives are the adventurers. The people who take risks, endure pain, and face hardships of their own will in search of wealth, fame, power, or the unknown. Those are the pioneers; the reason the world keeps advancing forward, and their efforts are the reasons the secrets of the world are unfolding.

Then, there was the last type, the unhinged, mad, and careless junkies seeking the thrill of battle for the love of the game. Many of them die young, mostly killed by their peers. Those are the mad men and women who push the limit of what it means to be alive, what it means to be mortal, and what it means for their will and name to remain engraved into history.

Those are the people who looked at the world, snarled, and spat on it. Those who refuse to bend to reality, those whose very will shall shape the foundation of the worlds they live in. They are conquerors who invaded and colonized continents, prophets who shattered reality with the will of their gods, the legends who slayed abhorrent horrors, and the heroes who refused to bend their own ideals to the very rules of the universe.

People like Alcott, Arad, Eris, Gamond, Gojo, Betty, Merlin, Fernanda, and many more. And as Arad had observed, the people of the fourth type are always the strongest, as their will is what fuels them. So that what’s sets someone’s potential.

So, this is the reason that Arad firmly believes that no matter what he does, people like his maids who belong in the first type would never reach a fraction of the power the people in the fourth type would achieve. They just aren’t built for that life.

But even while he understands that they would never be that strong, he still wants them to be at least able to protect themselves until help arrives. That is for them to survive, and live long happy lives.

“I’ll also ask Dalla if she is willing to train them. If so, then I’ll get a training hall built.” He smiled, and Claug stayed close to him, looking back at the maids. “Well, depends if they are willing to endure the pain.”

She grabbed Arad’s flesh and shoved it whole inside her in a single go. “Ah… this never disappoints. It is thick, heavy, and unyielding. Your massive arms and daunting body. I’m certain if you gripped any of those maids with the same love, you’ll break them.”

She started moving on her own, “A dragon living among humans, it has to be hard. Having to lower yourself to their power and fragile existences.” She licked her lips as she leaned on his chest. “I knew the moment I saw you as a wyrmling and sensed Violet’s presence in you that you’re going to be special.”

“Thinking about it, you asked me to visit your lair, didn’t you?” Arad smiled, and she giggled. “Of course, I wanted to personally train and turn you into the ideal dragon. One worthy of carrying your mother’s name. Then, I would’ve kept you for myself.” She kissed him.

“But it seems you have turned fine without me. You have indeed grown into your mother’s legacy, and might even surpass her in the future.” She looked at his eyes. “Do you know how many dragons sought me, only to end up killed and eaten?”

Arad grabbed her by the neck, thrusted deep inside her as hard as he could, and then glared into her eyes. “Do you want to eat me as well? Are you strong enough for that?”

She smiled, “Of course I am not. If I were, I would’ve kept you for myself. You’ve turned into something far stronger, sweeter, and better than I can ever handle on my own. Tell me, what do you actually love? What do you see? Not the human Arad, but the dragon.”

Arad could feel her tightening around his flesh, anticipating his answer. What does the dragon Arad want, not the human, not the nymph, not the divine AO? The raging, black, and unstoppable void dragon Arad Orion.

Arad thought about it for a second, and his answer was already flashing in his mind. “Absolute dominion, order, and obedience. I don’t want the world to go astray; I want to bend into shape and move toward what I see as the rightful future. I want control over everything, so it would all work as intended.”

Claug giggled. “That’s it, that’s what a dragon should be like. You don’t change to fit the world, but force the world to change to fit your will. And that goes with everything.”

Arad then flipped, putting Claug on the bed and getting on top of her. He pulled out and shoved his flesh into her back hole. She cried for a moment as he thrusted a bit too hard, but he immediately pinned her to the bed by the neck. “You wanted a dragon, so you’ll get one. I know you hate it there, so let’s see how you feel now.”

She smiled. “You know, this feels better. I, for once, feel like I’m with a true dragon. But, don’t ever think you can do this to a drakaina and expect her not to bite back.” All of her muscles jolted, and her hand shot forward, grabbing Arad by the neck as her legs pushed against his chest.

Unlike Arad, who just pinned her to the bed, she was now using her full strength, trying to break his neck and get him to take his flesh out of her butt, and put it in the right hole. But as she tried her best, she quickly realized that Arad wasn’t even reacting. The muscles of his neck were dense enough to keep Claug’s diamond-crushing grip at bay.

He started moving, pounding her back hole as she struggled with all of her might to get him off her, but she couldn’t do anything. He kept going until he filled her twice, and didn’t stop, until she was completely exhausted, unable to keep resisting.

Arad stared at her for a while, and then picked her up, thrust back into her, and kept pounding. He sucked on her bosom, licked her feet, neck, and face. He made sure to show her entire body the love she deserved, and when he was done with her, she had already fallen asleep.

A second later, she woke up, “Are… we done?” She looked at him with a confused face, and Arad sighed. “What, you want more? I think we went pretty far this time.”

She touched her massive butt, felt the pain still burning inside her, and then smiled. “Well, not as far as I would’ve liked. I can understand you going easy on the others, but me, Gamond, and Linda are traditionalists.” She started sucking him off. “We love to feel weak and helpless in your arms. Since that triggers our instincts, telling us that you’re stronger than us, and thus a worthy mate that could both protect us, and produce strong offspring.”

“Linda is stronger than I thought.” Arad sighed, and Claug giggled. “She is stronger than most. That is why her dream and fantasy to find a dragon stronger than her, and she is gambling on your growth the same way I did when you were a wyrmling.”

She then crawled up and whispered in his ear. “To be honest with you, I’ve heard rumors about dragons talking in her back about how pathetic it is that an Elder drakaina like her ended up the submissive mate of a mere adult dragon…”

“What?” Arad’s eyes flashed purple, and the veins on his face started bulging.

“Just think about it? She is a time shadow drakaina, and an elder on top of that. Many dragons wanted her. If not for you, she would’ve had a harem of her own of many weaker dragons.” Claug sighed, “You could say, they can’t see the reason for her investment in you, which is hurting her reputation.”

She stretched her arms. “I was always a reclusive weird one, so I don’t have much of a reputation to worry about, and Gamond killed her entire world, so there is no one alive to mock her, but Linda is different.”

Arad looked at the ceiling, “Maybe… I should pay the flying fortress a visit. This time, without restraining my magic one bit.”