The Quantum Wanderer

We all wash up and get down for supper. The girls are all in a good mood. Specially Opal. Once we start our dinner, I take a minute between two pieces of steak.

“How was your day, girls? What did you do today?”

“It was pretty good, my lord.” Aquamarine answered.

“We first visited Shoria, and bought some nail paint. Then went to the demon’s palace. We got some massage from your harem, it was a nice relaxing day, my villain.” Cecilia comments.

“What about you Opal?”

“Well, my lord, Muninn’s teaching finished before what I was expecting. He and I then visited Drakonia. I visited your friend there, Troggar.”

“How is he?”

“On the weak side. I asked him help evaluating our new strength. We went to the beach, and had a little spar. Not actually a spar, more of me letting him attack me. I was afraid I could kill him if I measured my strength badly, so I avoided attacking him.”

“We could do a spar, sister!” Ruby was enthusiastic.

“We may. Perhaps tomorrow? The desert in Drakonia is going to be more adequate than the knight school. There is more room.”

Ruby is really interested with the prospect of having a spar match with Opal. I smile, I think she is going to loose.

“Just don’t forget that you are going to have the knight school exam one week from now. You have to be able to pretend being as weak as a human.” I remind them.

Cecilia snorts.

“That is going to be their biggest challenge in a long time…”

“My lord, I was wondering…” Ruby is thinking.

“Yes, Ruby?”

“Are you sure you don’t want the other chair in the council? Sister can bring me there… That should be like… Half an hour thing?”

I laugh.

“No. I don’t even use the one I have. If not for having you girls around me, I would not be interested in it.”

Charles and Lucille are looking at us with a side eye. I decide to change the subject.

“Muninn, what happened at Elator?”

“Oh yes, father, I forgot to comment with you. The hero has been busy. The nobles in the city are all in chains. Today he executed several of them, either for being invaders or for not having the courage to fulfill their obligation to stand up to invaders. He placed the bishop that was in the church in the city as mayor for the town. His group is ruling the land right now, with him leading them.

“He talked to the a cardinal in the church, and the church is sending a cardinal to take control of the country.

“The hero party is spilling way more blood than Romuela’s army did. It’s amazing how tame Romuela and Skylar look after watching the hero party and their members, father.”

“Well, they apparently didn’t have luck this time.” Cecilia snorts.

“What do you mean, sister?” Aquamarine asks.

“One characteristic, sister, is that people are consistent. Let’s take our beloved villain here… Does he impose his strength? Is he violent with any of us?”

“True, he could be a little more violent…” Ruby says, after a snort.

I smile at her.

“Noted.”

She puts her mischievous smile on. Cecilia sighs and continues her explanation.

“The way people behave with others is the way people behave at home. I doubt that, being that bloodlust, those people don’t do the same at home. Perhaps on a smaller level, but it is like having a pet that you have keep constant attention, or he will bite you.”

“Thank you, sister, I think I can understand what you mean.” Aquamarine answers.

We finish dinner, and retire for the day. I can see that Aquamarine is trying to understand how the hero thinks. I keep thinking about how killing has become natural for me as well.

Next morning, sunlight filters through the grand bedroom windows, casting a warm glow over our massive king-sized bed. I stir awake, my cock already hard and throbbing as I survey my five gorgeous wives sprawled around me in various states of naked bliss. Opal, the fiery white hair dragoness, presses her full tits against my left side. Shandon, with her sleek silver hair and piercing blue eyes, curls against my right thigh, her hand lazily draped over my balls. Ruby, the feisty redhead beauty, kneels at the foot of the bed, her plump ass already arched high in anticipation—she knows she's due for my firmest hand today. Aquamarine, the cool aquamarine-haired vixen, lounges on her side, fingering her slick pussy idly while watching me. And Cecilia, my sweet human wife with her soft curves and innocent smile, snuggles into my chest, her nipples hardening against my skin.

I sit up, my voice a low growl that commands instant attention. "Good morning, my sluts. Time for your daily reminder who owns these perfect bodies." They all murmur their eager affirmations—"Yes, Master Marcelo," "We're yours, husband"—their eyes glazing with submissive lust.

Ruby crawls forward first, her heavy breasts swaying, pussy lips glistening with arousal. "I've been bad, Master. Punish me hardest." I grab a fistful of her fiery hair and yank her over my lap, her ass cheeks parting to reveal her tight pink holes. My palm cracks down hard on her right globe—SMACK!—leaving a red handprint blooming instantly. She yelps, juices dripping onto my thigh. "Count them, whore," I command.

"One, thank you Master!" SMACK! "Two, harder please!" I alternate cheeks, spanking her relentlessly until her ass glows like her namesake ruby, welts rising as she bucks and sobs in ecstasy. Her cunt clenches visibly, begging for more abuse.

The others watch, fingering themselves hungrily. I beckon Opal over next. "Your turn, pet." She drapes lighter over my lap, and I deliver measured swats—smack, smack—enough to pinken her cheeks and make her moan, but not bruise. "Good girl," I praise, sliding two fingers into her sopping dragoness slit, feeling her inner walls ripple around me.

Shandon follows, her ass firm and cool to the touch. Lighter spanks make her gasp and grind back. Smack. "Fuck, Master, your hand feels divine." Aquamarine gets the same gentle treatment, her skin shimmering as she whimpers, "More, but soft—I'm your delicate treasure." Cecilia, my human love, blushes deepest but presents eagerly. I spank her softly, savoring her squeals, then soothe with kisses on her reddened flesh.

Ruby writhes hardest, her punishment extending—CRACK! CRACK!—twenty stinging blows until tears stream down her face and her pussy squirts a hot gush onto the sheets. "Please, Master, fuck your broken slut!"

I flip her onto her back, cock slamming balls-deep into her abused cunt in one thrust. She screams in rapture as I pound her mercilessly, her tits bouncing wildly. The others swarm us—Opal sucks my balls, Shandon grinds her clit on Ruby's face, Aquamarine and Cecilia tongue my shaft on every withdraw, lapping Ruby's cream. "Take it all, you dragoness bitch," I grunt, railing her until she convulses in orgasm, milking my thick load deep inside.

We collapse in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap, their bodies entwined with mine. "Who's my perfect harem?" I rumble.

"All yours, Marcelo," they chorus breathlessly.

We wash up a little, and go down for breakfast. I am even afraid to jynx things by thinking how good life is.

The food that Roberta is serving has not lost anything in flavor, but we are more used to it. I am spoiled. When I finish eating, I think about what the girls will be doing today.

“Girls, do you have plans for today?”

“Yes! We are going to have a spar, right, sister?” Ruby says, looking at Opal.

Opal nods.

I turn to the others.

“Who wants to watch?”

The rest of my group raise their hands or wing. Lucille and Charles do not, of course. This is not their thing. They wouldn’t be able to, anyway.

We finish breakfast, and rest a little in the living room to digest the breakfast. I look to the girls, they nod at me. I open the portal to the desert in Drakonia.

The desert stretches around us like an endless golden sea, dunes rolling beneath a sky so clear it looks carved from crystal. Heat ripples above the sand, warping the horizon. Perfect terrain for a sparring match between beings who can accidentally redraw the map.

Opal and Ruby stand across from each other in their human shapes—two elegant silhouettes in the vast emptiness. Opal’s pale hair stirs in the dry wind, her expression serene. Ruby radiates restless energy, crimson hair flickering like a flame.

I stand back with Shandon, Aquamarine, and Cecilia. The air already feels charged. I draw mana upward through my spine and into my skull, weaving it into the lattice that sharpens perception and slows the world enough for me to follow what’s about to unfold.

Ruby cracks her knuckles. “Ready to dance, sister?”

Opal smiles. “If that’s what you want to call it, sister.”

The air snaps.

They move.

To unenhanced eyes, they vanish. To mine—now humming with mana—they become streaks of motion carving through the desert. Ruby launches first, a shockwave bursting from the sand where she stood. Opal pivots, barely shifting her weight, and the ground beneath her ripples like a living thing, lifting her on a rising column of stone.

Ruby hits the pillar a heartbeat later, shattering it into molten fragments. The explosion gouges a crater into the sand. The sand is moving up fast. The higher it gets, the slower it moves.

Aquamarine shields her eyes. “They’re starting strong.”

Cecilia laughs. “They always do.”

Ruby inhales.

The mana spike hits my senses like a punch. She exhales a beam of searing, star hot radiation that warps the air and turns sand into glossy black glass wherever it passes.

Opal doesn’t dodge.

She raises a hand, fingers splayed, and the beam bends—literally bends—curving away from her like a river forced aside by a mountain. The magnetic field she conjures hums faintly, a distortion in the air.

Ruby’s eyes widen. “Sister, that is cheating!”

Opal flicks her wrist.

The diverted beam slams into the ground far to Ruby’s left, carving another crater.

Ruby lunges again, faster, her fists glowing with internal heat. Opal counters with a burst of compressed air, a miniature storm forming around her. Lightning crackles through it, dancing along her arms as she shapes it into a spear of blinding white light.

Ruby ducks under it, skidding across the sand and leaving a trench in her wake.

The next exchange is too fast for even my enhanced senses to fully separate—Ruby’s kicks, Opal’s counters, shockwaves rippling outward with every impact. Sand erupts in plumes. The ground quakes. The sky trembles.

Then Ruby laughs—sharp, wild, exhilarated.

“Sister… let’s stop holding back.”

Opal’s eyes gleam. “Agreed, sister.”

The air thickens.

Their mana flares.

And then—like a pair of stars collapsing into new shapes—they transform.

Ruby’s human form bursts outward into a massive dragon of molten red scales, wings unfurling with a thunderous crack. Heat rolls off her in waves, the sand beneath her feet glowing orange.

Opal follows, her body elongating, expanding, reshaping into a dragon of shimmering pale crystal and shifting prismatic light. Her wings catch the sun and scatter it into a thousand colors across the desert.

The ground trembles beneath their weight.

Ruby roars, the sound vibrating through my bones. “Round two, sister!”

Opal answers with a resonant, melodic roar that ripples the air like a struck bell.

Ruby charges first, claws carving trenches in the sand. Opal meets her head‑on, their collision sending a shockwave across the desert that flattens dunes for hundreds of meters.

Ruby inhales again.

Opal reacts instantly—magnetic fields shimmer around her, bending the radiation blast upward into the sky where it streaks harmlessly into the blue.

Ruby snarls. “You’re still doing that, sister?”

Opal’s voice echoes through the air, layered and resonant. “You’re still breathing at me, sister.”

She spreads her wings.

The weather answers.

Clouds spiral into existence overhead, lightning dancing between them. Sand rises in twisting columns. A beam of concentrated light fires from Opal’s maw, slicing across the ground and carving a glowing line that smokes and hisses.

Ruby leaps aside, wings beating hard enough to send a gale across the battlefield.

They clash again—dragon against dragon—each impact shaking the earth. Craters bloom. Glass forms. Heat and pressure roll outward in waves.

Shandon whistles. “They’re going to turn this whole region into a geological anomaly.”

Aquamarine nods. “Again.”

The final collision comes with a sound like the sky cracking open. A shockwave blasts outward, flattening everything around them. When the dust settles, Opal and Ruby stand facing each other, both massive, both breathing hard, both smiling in that unmistakable draconic way.

Ruby lowers her head. “Fine. You win this round, sister.”

Opal shakes her enormous crystalline mane. “No winners. Just practice, sister.”

Ruby laughs, smoke curling from her nostrils. “Then we practice again tomorrow.”

Opal nods. “Of course.”

I let the mana in my brain go. The world returns to normal speed, though my ears still ring.

Cecilia squeezes my hand. “Marcelo… you married natural disasters.”

I grin. “And I adore every one of them.”

The desert around us is a battlefield of craters, glass, and scorched earth—beautiful in its own catastrophic way.

And the sun barely moved. Ruby and Opal are naked. They didn’t really care about the clothes. We all have sand on us.

I portal us back to our room, where we wash up and the girls can get dressed. It is still morning. I turn to them.

“Well, girls, what now?”

“We were thinking of spending the day with Aisha.” Opal says. They are getting really close.

I think about it. I haven’t been visiting my harem often enough. Any other man would just be spending as much time as possible there. The morning was nice, of course, but one of the advantages of being nearly level 300…

“I am thinking of visiting the demons too, then. It has been some time I don’t visit my harem.”

Cecilia shakes her head, then sighs.

“Papa, can I bring in the children?”

“Sure. Would it be wrong to ask Sophia and Rutra to invite the other children around? Sidhu’s kids, Sophia’s brother and cousin? As long as everything is cool.”

“I don’t see a problem. But isn’t Aisha the one bringing Rutra, Sitra and Viraj?”

“Well, adjustments can always be made. Besides, I am not going to be here. It might actually be a good test if the vestals are better trained. Should I talk to Rajesh?”

Cecilia is the one to answer.

“You should at least let him and Sidhu know that you will be around, right? Are they not your friends?”

“Sure.”

I take out Rajesh’s Comm Gem. He answers some moments after I pour mana in.

“Hello, friend! How are you?”

“I am well. How are you?”

“That is a loaded question, my friend. I don’t want to burden you with my personal problems. But how can I help you?”

“Nothing big. The girls would like to spend some time with Aisha, I don’t know if they already set something up or not. Other than that, I was thinking of visiting you, and perhaps the… Vestals…? I talked with Huginn, she told me that the kids would like to visit as well, she can take care of that.”

“Sure… It’s just… I am not sure who I would send to oversee the kids…”

“You mentioned that Sidhu had instructed the vestals, right? You can send one of them. I will not be here, anyway. And it is going to be nice to check how effective his training was. Just please send one that speaks [common].”

“Hum… That can work… And I really need an excuse to have some time off…”

“Of course. Call Sidhu as well, if he is not busy. I don’t want to get in your way. Or in Sidhu’s way, for that matter.”

Rajesh laughs.

“My friend, there is no way you would ever be getting in Sidhu’s way. You are his way!” He laughs some more. “I will let him know immediately. When do you want to come?”

“I was thinking of noon? Another 2 hours from now?”

“That works.”

I take a look at Huginn.

“Huginn, did you hear? Can you talk to Sophia and let her know?”

“I can, papa.”

I think of asking Roberta to bake some cookies. It may be a good idea for the kids, but other than that I expect Rajesh’s cook to be able to deal with the elven ingredients he bought as well. I look for Rudolph.

“Yes lord?”

“Just to let you guys know… The kids, both Edward’s and demons, are going to visit. They are going to arrive by noon.”

“Sure. We will get some children food ready.”

“Thanks.”

The girls and I go upstairs to get changed in something less casual. I don’t have to have the finest clothes, but not inside my home clothes either. We go down to the living room. I turn to Huginn.

“Did Sophia confirm if she is coming by?”

“Yes, papa. She told me, or rather, Rebirth, that they are getting ready as well.”

We are a little bit early, but I open the portal to the room we use in the palace.

They are all already there. Rajesh, Aisha, the vestal, the kids, Sidhu, his wife… The vestal, the kids and Lakshimi are kowtowing.

“You can stand up.” I try to be casual with the sentence, but it is really hard to say this and not sound like a dick. And the worst part is that I know it, but there is not much I can do.

They all stand up. The kids are excited. The group split up. I gesture them to jump through the portal. The kids are more used to it than the vestal, they go for it. She is staring at it for a moment, and Sidhu just pushes her through. He comes back with a smile.

He has the face of someone that solved something quick and easy. Rajesh, Aisha, Cecilia and I laugh at the scene. I close the portal. Huginn is on the other side, she can take care of everything.

The men sit on the couch, the girls go out the door after Aisha and Sidhu’s wife. From the group, only Muninn is with me.

“So, friend, what are the news?”

I smile.

“You already know about most of them. The latest thing has been the elves. Actually, the latest thing has been Opal’s evolution.”

“Are all your girls evolved now?”

“Yes!” I have a proud expression. I love the fact that the girls are strong now.

“Excuse me, your godliness… Are you saying that your dragon wives evolved? Into WHAT?”

“You know, I have been asked that question a lot of times. We don’t have a name to that yet.”

“Divine dragons?” Rajesh suggests.

Rajesh’s face is turned to me, but his eyes are on Sidhu. I can see Sidhu trying to show calm, but he is shaking. His poker face is not very good, with him biting his lips, nodding and the expression of a child that has just got the best Christmas present ever.

“They are not really divine, but my guess is that we can name it whatever we want. That is not a bad name for the species.”

Sidhu pulls out a notepad. He starts scribing furiously.

“Your godliness, can I ask all the details? How was it? How strong are they?”

I laugh.

“Strong.” I turn to Muninn. “Muninn, can you replay the spar from this morning? In slow motion? Slow enough to capture their movements, you don’t have to make the fight last the whole day…”

Muninn is laughing.

“No need for that, father. This is going to be fun anyway.”

I lower my mental defenses, and Muninn does his movie magic with us. Rajesh and Sidhu pass their hands in front of them, but they don’t touch anything. I giggle.

“It’s ok, this is an illusion spell, where Muninn is going to project his memory of the event. Don’t worry, it is safe. The girls used that already.”

Both of them relax a little bit. Muninn’s movie start to play. Sidhu has a natural reaction, he starts commenting.

“It is obvious that lady Ruby is more enticed for action and she seems a little stronger, but lady Opal’s form is much better. She is a finer fighter…”

The exchange continues a little bit, then they both turn into dragons. Rajesh’s and Sidhu’s eyes are bulging. Muninn cuts the scene before my girls transform back to human form.

Once the short movie is over, Sidhu is holding his chin.

“I would have thought that they would be faster than this, though.”

“Oh, they were. I just slowed it down so that you could watch.” Muninn answered.

“How was it real time?” Rajesh asks.

Muninn looks at the screen that was not there. The whole battle takes about two seconds. Their mouths are open. Muninn giggles.

“Oh, sorry, I did not use proper speed. That was about what a dragon on top of his strength would be able to perceive. In current time, it should about this.”

This time, it looks like the whole thing only 2 frames, one with them before the battle, and one with them after the battle. In this one, Muninn takes the girls off frame when they are going to turn back to human form, showing the other girls and I, under a rain of sand.

This time, Rajesh and Sidhu are frozen on the couch. Muninn, obviously, is laughing.

“By the gods!” Sidhu exclaims. “It looks like the world is made of paper for them…”

Sidhu is right. And this adds a whole new level of respect I have for my girls. They are always being really careful not to break anything. I remember Leopold mentioning the sneeze thing.

Rajesh turns to Muninn. He clears his throat.

“Excuse me, lord Muninn, but how did you estimate what a dragon would see?”

Muninn shrugged.

“I know how fast Ruby and Opal were moving, how much mana I had to use to watch. I also know how fast a dragon moves. In particular elders or councilors. I used that difference in speed to estimate, and play the memory for you in that ratio…

“Besides, even elders have trouble breaking the speed of sound.”

Rajesh does this face like Muninn spouted some nonsense.

“I didn’t think anything could go over the speed of sound.” Rajesh mentions.

“Now there are some that can.” Muninn giggles. “He can even go over the speed of light.”

I make a face to Muninn indicating that he is bringing something useless up.

“What do you mean? Light is immediate.”

Muninn laughs. He looks at me and shrugs. I mouth him a very sarcastic thank you and take over.

“Actually, light is very, very fast, but not immediate. It is about 850.000 times faster than sound, though. And sound is already really fast. Although I am simplifying things a lot, these numbers even change according to material they are going through… But we can use them to have an idea.”

They take some time to recover. Sidhu is scribing viciously again. I never got to read the book he is writing. I would probably have some fun with his sacred book.

By this time, a maid enters the room, and brings out some cookies and sweets. She puts them on the table, and Rajesh gestures her, she serves us some tea.

We sit back.