Demonic Dragon: Harem System

Cassandra snaked closer, her colossal body gliding through the air with an oppressive silence, as if the wind itself feared to touch her. She stopped floating a few meters off the ground, too big to land among the others without turning the ground into ruins.

"Bad mood?" Her voice sounded low, but charged with a cutting energy, like ice cracking under pressure. "No, Love. I'm just... reminding my dear mother that you don't just belong to her."

Scarlet's eyes narrowed. The scales on her side fluttered, like embers reacting to the wind. A breath of fire escaped involuntarily through her nostrils, raising a column of red vapor.

"Cassandra..." she said in a low, firm tone. "Do you want to challenge my existence?"

She turned her head to face the blue dragoness with that look that would make kingdoms tremble. "Depends, are you going to act as a monopolizer?" Cassandra laughed, an icy, melodious laugh that made the snowflakes suspended in the air spin in spirals.

Monica, still hovering in the air, let out a short, provocative roar. Her voice rang out like restrained thunder:

"You two are so dramatic... You want to divide Strax? Put him to the test. Let's see how much breath he really has."

Scarlet turned her gaze briefly to the sky, a sigh escaping like a soft flame.

"He's got breath." She glanced back at Strax. "But he'll need more than that now."

Strax, still standing on the rock, crossed his arms and flashed a defiant smile at them all.

"If that's a threat... you're forgetting who you're dealing with."

A reverent silence fell for a second. Not of fear, but of anticipation.

And then, with a roar, Beatrice descended from the heavens like a shooting star of pure pink electricity, landing lightly next to Cassandra. The mystical aura surrounding her seemed to react to the tension in the air, the tiny rays in her body intensifying, vibrating with desire and power.

"If we're going to test... then I want to take part." Her voice was sweet, but there was a sharp edge of boldness behind it.

Three dragons. Three elemental goddesses. All staring at a single man.

"I'm tired of hearing these silly disputes."

The voice cut through the air like soft thunder, firm and with no room for argument. The sky opened up over the heads of the gathered dragons, revealing the colossal figure who descended with elegance and disdain in his gaze.

Daniela.

She plunged from the sky like a living arrow, surrounded by a spiral of cold, controlled winds. Her draconic form was a vision of contrast and balance: a western dragon, muscular and symmetrical, with broad wings like the sails of a celestial warship.

The scales on its back were a deep green, almost living emerald, reflecting the sun's glow with dense, mystical tones - as if the forest itself had merged with it. In contrast, its belly and the underside of its tail were cloud-white, smooth, polished, almost silver. The line where the green met the white seemed to have been drawn by hand by a divine artist.

When it touched the ground, the ground didn't shake violently, but bent with respect. The surrounding winds quietened as if recognizing her authority.

If Scarlet was fire, Cassandra was ice and Beatrice was serene thunder... Daniela was the air that sustains everything. Firm, impartial, tired of nonsense.

She looked at the others with stern golden eyes. "You're behaving like out-of-control teenagers in the middle of mating season."

Before anyone could retort, a second flash cut through the sky - and then fell like a dark, flaming bolt of lightning.

"At last someone has stated the obvious."

The new presence landed with a dry thud, cracking the earth and throwing black and crimson dust into the air.

Bellatrix.

Her draconic form exuded a fierce and savage aura, pure and unnegotiable. A western dragon of absolute black, whose scales were like living obsidian, but with strands of scarlet light running through the joints like contained magma. With every step, the heat around her seemed to sway, and the smell of sweet ash hung in the air.

She was smaller than Scarlet, but her gaze was one of equal defiance. Two curved, dark horns sprouted behind her like blades, and a short, red mane burned like embers on top of her head.

If Daniela was balance... Bellatrix was pure rebellion.

"You're showing off for him like lionesses fighting over a single piece of meat." She laughed, showing her dagger-sharp teeth. "If you want to prove something... do it by fighting or shut up. Let him choose."

Scarlet let out a muffled growl, his wings trembling slightly. Cassandra rolled her eyes. Beatrice sighed, and Monica just laughed, a soft thunder accompanying it.

Strax, at the center of that living storm of power and pride, let out a soft whistle.

"If you're waiting for me to tell you which of you is more beautiful, powerful or worthy... I'm sorry." He crossed his arms and smiled defiantly. "I have no intention of choosing. You're mine. All of you."

A heavy silence fell. Not hostile — electric. Hot. Full of unspoken promises.

Scarlet, still in her colossal form, let out a muffled laugh, deep as the echo of a dormant volcano.

"Then let it be clear..." Her voice reverberated across the field, charged with a possessive, ancestral warmth. "...If we're all yours, you're completely ours."

Strax arched an eyebrow, a mischievous smile curving his lips.

"I thought that was already clear." He stretched out his arms as if to take in the whole sky. "But... someone's missing. Or rather, two."

His gaze now scanned the horizon, curious. "Where are Tiamat and Ouroboros?"

The question hung in the air for a moment, as if it had the weight of lightning about to strike.

Bellatrix, who until then had exuded confidence, faltered for a second.It was only an instant — a slight arch of the eyebrow, a subtle shift of the gaze — but for Strax, it was enough.

"...They're..."The shadow of a hesitation scratched his voice as sharp as a sheathed blade.

It was Scarlet who intervened, more directly, pointing with one of her flaming claws at the empty sky above.

"There."

Strax followed the gesture with his eyes, but all he saw was blue sky, clear and silent, with no sign of any presence.

Nothing. No silhouette. No detectable energy. No sound.

He narrowed his gaze.

"...Nothing?"

But then, without saying a word, he channeled mana into his eyes, activating the Draconic Gaze, a gift inherited from the primordial lineage that now ran through his veins.

His pupils became luminous slits. The vision expanded, broke through dimensional veils, pierced the illusion of the visible plane.

And it was then that he saw.

"Oh..."

There, suspended in a dimension superimposed on reality, hidden by layers of magic and distortion of space, they were.

Two forces of nature — two ancient she-dragons — at war.

Ouroboros, an infinite, colossal serpent — her black scales like an endless abyss, her eyes like devoured stars. Her body contorted around reality itself, opening cracks with every movement.

Tiamat was in her true form, the mother of dragons — five heads, five elements — fire, ice, lightning, acid, and darkness — spitting chaos in all directions. Her body was a living storm, an entity that seemed too old to be understood and too powerful to be contained.

The two collided like goddesses in a destructive ballet, tearing at the invisible sky, opening cracks in the magic of the world as if they were playing with the laws of the universe.

"That's..." Strax narrowed his eyes, amazed and alarmed at the same time."...training?"

There was an uncomfortable silence.

All the dragons around turned their faces slowly, as if in sync. Their tails moved suspiciously. The wings retracted slightly. There was something... rehearsed about the way they avoided eye contact.

Beatrice began to examine the clouds.

Cassandra seemed suddenly interested in a rock.

Daniela snorted.

Bellatrix subtly scratched the ground with her claw.

Scarlet pretended to smooth the scales on her neck with one of her wings.

Strax crossed his arms. "...Are you really going to try to pretend that this is normal?"

Scarlet finally gave in with a theatrical sigh, her chest inflating like an oven.

"Let's just say... that they have different views on which draconic form is more impressive."

Bellatrix added with a sharp laugh.