The dragon's harem

“Of course you can,” Arad stared at Eris, his eyes glowing with a purple haze, “But be careful, you might burn,”

Eris giggled, approached him, and gently stroked his chest, reaching toward his neck, “I do like spicy food,” Extending her tongue forward, she licked Arad’s neck, slowly pushing her fangs into his flesh.

Vampire bites are similar to those of bats. Their droll holds an anticoagulant and a sedative. The victim won’t even feel the touch of their lips, only the faint sensation of their blood rushing up to the wound.

Arad closed his eyes, trying to feel his blood, but he couldn’t. No matter how much she sucks out of him, it will never be a drop in the massive pool of blood that his draconic body holds.

Cough! Eris coughed, almost choking as she felt a sharp burning sensation in the back of her throat. Her eyes started tearing, and her nose began running like a floods. With each gulp of Arad’s blood, her stomach turned and twisted. But she didn’t stop.

As Arad remained still, his eyes closed with Eris sucking on his neck, he started focusing on sensing his blood.

His mana-rich blood flew out of him and into Eris’s fangs. He could see it clearly through his void eyes even with his eyelids closed.

The blood got sucked into Eris’s fang, flowing through her upper jaw before splitting in two. Some rush to her brain while the majority is flushed into her throat through holes in her wisdom teeth.

Eris’s body twisted as Arad’s blood flooded across her brain, triggering a response that caused pleasure. But that wasn’t all that Arad discovered. The more blood coats her brain, the harder she bites, and the more blood she sucks. He felt that something was off, but didn’t give it a mind as he didn’t know better.

Eris is a half-dragon half-elf vampire and thus gets the most nourishment from dragon and elf blood. Arad to her is like a hot spicy meal, while she suspects that Aella would taste minty, but she hasn’t tasted her yet.

Eris’s mind started gutting mudded, a white mist clouding her thoughts as she drowned in the pleasure of sucking on Arad’s blood. She bit harder and deeper, sucking even more blood. The burning sensation of his blood quickly turns from pain to pleasure as well.

Arad opened his eyes, noticing that Eris’s whole body weight leaned on him, and pure white liquid dripped from between her legs as they went numb. That smelled similar to piss but was different.

“Eris, you okay?” Arad asked, using his right hand to shake her body. He could feel a bit of resistance as she mumbled into his neck, “Yes,” she managed to reply with Arad’s blood gargling in her throat.

Arad relaxed once again, relieved at her response, but that was naive. And with Doma and Mom asleep to give them some privacy, the timer started ticking down for him to realize the problem.

Eris has drunk Arad’s blood before without a problem but never did right after he transformed into the vampiric wyrmwolf. A dragon’s blood is already too strong. Add the vampirism and then the compressed magic of Arad’s transformation, and you have a recipe for disaster. 𝘦𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝑙.

The more she drank, the better she felt. And the more she needed to drink more to keep that feeling. The pleasure only masked the damage his blood did but didn’t fix it.

“Eris, you’re drinking more than usual,” Arad mumbled without moving a muscle. He thought she must have been thirsty after how hard the night was, but he was once again wrong.

Eris’s mind slowly sank into a pure white world, devoid of all sensation as she floated in her own thoughts. With each sip she sank deeper and deeper, making it harder for her to snap out of it.

Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Arad felt his heart skip a beat, lifting his hand to touch his chest. He wasn’t low on blood, so what was it? With a single glare, he saw it. That wasn’t his heart that fluttered but something else beside it.

That organ was the draconis fundamentum, a walnut-shaped lump of flesh and nerves, beating like a heart and pumping mana across his vein. A foreign type of magic was floating in his veins, something that his draconis fundamentum noticed and tried to eliminate.

Arad glared down at his chest, squeezing his void eyes as much as he could to trace that magic. The source quickly became clear as his mind shifted to Eris. Her body was limp on him, and she kept sucking more and more of his blood.

Arad looked at Eris, a drop of sweat trailing across his forehead as the realization came to him, seeing his magic all over her body. With a powerful jerk, he yanked her off his neck, dropping her on her back.

He could see it clearly, and there was no mistake. Upon ingesting a large amount of his agitated blood, Eris’s body failed to digest it and started failing. Arad’s powerful blood slowly digested her from the inside out.

This was a powerful and magnificent defense mechanism that would prevent other vampires from praying on him in battle. But the little amount of magic that remained in his blood after shifting back to a humanoid shape was still dangerous.

Arad lunged forward, biting Eris’s neck and using his void to selectively suck his own blood from her, but that wasn’t enough. Only a powerful punch to the stomach did the job of forcing the majority of what she drank back out.

As the excess blood cleared from Eris’s body, her regeneration kicked back in, and her mind slowly woke up. “GAH!” With a gasp, she jerked back to life. “AHHHH!” She cried, feeling an extreme pain rushing between her head and stomach.

“Are you okay?” Arad asked with a worried face, seeing her shaking in place.

“I’m fine. What happened?” Enduring pain was something she could do with ease, but this time was different. She felt extremely weak.

“You sucked too much of my blood and started losing it,” Arad replied, thinking of a way to describe what happened to her.

Eris scratched her head as she stood, taking deep breaths and focusing on her blood, “I’m fine. I’m healing nicely,” She giggled, “It seems that I was rejected like any other spawn,”

A vampire spawn can only become a vampire lord if he sucked his master dry and absorb his power. The only other way is for the spawn to be strong innately, which Arad was.

Eris sat beside Arad, “I should make a note to only drink small amounts of your blood from now on,” She smiled, running her hand on his thigh.

“Can you keep up?” Arad asked, and she smiled, “Of course, I’m more durable than you think,” She reached with her hand to his pants.

Arad looked at her, feeling a bit better now that she was back on her feet. He thought she was a goner when she fell earlier. He should’ve been the first one to not underestimate his own blood.

With a swift move, Eris pulled his flesh out and gave it a smug look, “It’s limp,”

“I thought you were dead a second ago,” Arad replied. Even he as a dragon can get stressed. There is a lot that his raw power can fix, but a dead person isn’t one of them.

“Don’t worry about me,” She smiled, “I already died decades ago when I first became a vampire. That’s the first reason I became the head of a funeral house,” She started licking his meat, attempting to get it rigid enough.

“Surrounded by death,” Arad gasped, “That’s something you like?”

“Death isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. Probably seeking purpose by watching other lives fade away.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to give life?” Arad replied with a smile, and Eris laughed, “Trying to sell me on bearing an egg? Already told you I won’t,” His flesh already got rigin enough for her to start sucking for real.

“We vampires are dead. You can say we aren’t a suitable environment to bear life. We usually get children through an eldritch magic ritual,” She stopped sucking.

“That isn’t the case if we’re talking about a dragon, right?” Arad could see it in her eyes, the fear of the unknown.

“Dragons are the epitome of power, life force, and creation. Legends say that Asgorath humped a stone, and thus earth dragons were born.” She recited an old legend of the first dragon god.

Arad giggled, “You’re joking. Right? AWA!” Arad cried as he felt her teeth sink into his flesh. “Don’t bite me!”

“Sorry,” Eris took Arad’s flesh out of her mouth, leaving a clear two red dots on it. “A sponge filled with blood. How could I resist?”

Arad sighed, “Can we do it at least once without you trying to bite me?”

“No,” Eris replied with a smile.