My interracial harem of beautiful queens



Amarantha rolled her eyes at Sierra's behavior, which showed no signs of concern but rather amusement on the Queen of Nymphs' face. This woman always wore a cheerful smile, and it seemed like she never got angry about anything, leaving many people puzzled.

"Anyway, I suppose I came here in vain?" Sierra said, sitting on the edge of the bed and flopping back onto Adam's lap. There was a smug look on her face as she directed her gaze towards Elyra. "My dear, if you missed your adoptive mother, you could have just said so, and I would have come as quickly as possible."

"No, that's not true at all," Elyra replied coldly, her mood not at its best.

"How cold," Sierra remarked with a chuckle.

Sierra laughed merrily, and her hands rested on her ample bosom, which Elyra stared at with envy in her eyes. Sierra noticed it, and her lips curved into a sly smile that seemed to say, "Yes, look as much as you want. You don't have anything like this." This greatly upset the nymph with blue hair and eyes of the same color.

"Ah," sighed Amarantha, placing her hand on her forehead. "Sierra, could you please be just a tad more, well, serious? I'm worried about his condition."

"You've become quite cautious, Amarantha," Sierra suddenly said, ignoring Elyra's initial question. There was a cunning but, for some reason, a mysterious and mature smile on the Queen of Nymphs' face. Her bangs covered her right eye, while her left one shone brightly in red as she looked at Amarantha.

"I don't understand what you mean, Sierra," Amarantha frowned, narrowing her beautiful dark green eyes, and her long elven ears twitched. "What are you getting at?"

"Hehe."

Sierra smiled and suddenly lowered her legs, raising her body from her lying position. She looked at Amarantha with a mischievous, yet for some reason, enigmatic and adult smile. Her eyebrows were raised, and her lips stretched into a cheerful smile. 

"I mean that you, dear, have always been cold. Extremely cold," Sierra continued, poking her cheek with her index finger, creating a small dimple. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips formed a playful grin. "And I'm quite surprised that you've become a housewife and are concerned about a man. Didn't you always dislike the presence of other people? So, I'm puzzled. Can one's personality change because of love?"

Hmm... Sierra made a thoughtful sound, tilting her head to the side. Amarantha, however, listened with an indifferent expression, as if she weren't interested at all. She sighed – the elven woman sighed and then looked at Sierra.

"I'll answer briefly. I haven't changed; I've simply become more comfortable and opened up to a man who could understand me, accept my personality and my flaws, and become my support. I would be his support in return," Amarantha said, sitting next to Adam and gently stroking his cheek, so tenderly and caring as if she were afraid to hurt him. "That's why he's my life. I see my pillar in him."

"Hehe."

Sierra still smiled, but there was a change – her eyebrows were raised, and her narrowed eyes showed bewilderment. However, even if Amarantha noticed it, she didn't comment. She simply gazed at Adam, gently caressing his cheek.

"Fascinating. Very fascinating," Sierra thought, looking at the women gathered around Adam. Among these women was also his daughter. She shifted her gaze and saw Ekaterina, who stood in the corner, clutching her left wrist. Sierra addressed her, "What's wrong? Why aren't you going to them?"

"Huh?" Ekaterina was surprised, raising an eyebrow but then replied politely, following etiquette, "No, Your Majesty Silvana. I am Lord's maid, so I must behave appropriately, controlling my emotions, so..."

"You're strange."

"What?"

Ekaterina was taken aback by Sierra's sudden words and looked at her with a demanding expression, which, according to Sierra, was amusing. However, the Queen of Nymphs decided to set aside her jokes and instead explain her thoughts to the woman.

"Well, I mean, there are a few peculiarities in your behavior that I find rather amusing, if I may say so. So, the first peculiarity!" Sierra exclaimed, clenching her fists and raising them in the air like a fan celebrating a victory. "You restrain your needs, which is quite unusual for... witches."

"!!!"

"What a cute surprised expression you have, hehe," Sierra chuckled, placing her hands behind her back and leaning forward, her face just ten centimeters from Ekaterina's. "But I figured that out right away, as I've personally met witches before, and it's not that hard to recognize your unique characteristics. For instance, you have a special characteristic typical of high-class witches – too much control over magical energy, even though you haven't practiced, right?"

Ekaterina neither nodded nor denied this but simply looked at the woman with a wary gaze, full of mistrust and vigilance, as if she were a mother bird seeing a hungry cat. This amused Sierra, who only smiled warmly.

"Come on, stop acting so aggressively, sweetheart. So, the second peculiarity is that you remind me of someone. You have similar facial features, body shapes, and even an aura. But you differ from her in your behavior, and I'm puzzled," she said plaintively, sighing. "But I doubt that crazy woman would ever have a child of the opposite sex. She probably did something magical again, darn spineless mad scientist!"

Sierra crossed her arms over her chest, sat on an empty chair, and then crossed her legs, looking at Ekaterina, who had leaned her cheek against Adam's cheek and closed her eyes, as if finding solace in his calm breath and the warmth of his body. The Nymph Queen couldn't help but smile, but this smile was gentle and full of tenderness as if a mother were watching over her child. This somewhat surprised Ekaterina, who was puzzled by how quickly this woman's mood changed.

***

Adam's awakening time was precisely predicted by Sierra, so within five minutes, or to be more precise three minutes, he was already showing signs of waking up. The best doctors who were skilled in using magic burst into the room, while Amarantha prepared high-quality potions that in the outside world couldn't even be estimated in terms of value due to their extreme rarity. But now, these potions were in her hands, and she was ready to pour the liquid into her husband's mouth at any moment to help him recover.

...She had a panicked look, which Sierra, the calmest of all the women present, described as "amusing," barely suppressing her chuckles. However, on the sixth minute, when Adam's eyes suddenly snapped open, and black tears, which were his blood, started flowing from his eyes, even she became concerned.

"What happened?" she wondered, finding herself next to Amarantha, who was already starting to panic. The woman immediately began to assign roles: "Amarantha, check his body with your magic, Elyra, surround him with healing water, Ekaterina, bring towels, Mary and Claire, take the potions from Amarantha's hands and apply them to his bare skin."

"Eh..."

"Alright!"

"We got it!"

Although they were initially puzzled by Sierra's sudden commanding tone, no one objected, and they joined forces to take care of him. But the black blood didn't stop flowing, nor did it get wiped away. Soon, this blood began to gather into a small egg, reminiscent of a familiar one to Amarantha.

"What? This is the same egg that Adam gave me..." she wondered.

As the egg continued to form, Sierra suddenly stomped on the ground, and all the women in the room, including Adam, were surrounded by a magical barrier consisting of ten layers. And then...

BOOOOOOM!

A powerful earthquake, a 5 on the Richter scale, shook many of the residents of Sedion City. However, it lasted for about ten seconds, so there was no significant damage. For many, it was shocking and caused panic, but after a minute of silence, they regained their composure.

In Adam's room, the egg continued to increase in size, while the barrier surrounding Adam shattered under an unknown pressure that Sierra described as "horrifying and powerful." Even she, who was familiar with magic for millennia and was the closest to this energy of all beings in this world, couldn't influence others with her magical energy as strongly as it was happening here.

"Horrifying pressure... for some reason, it feels more like a natural force than magical," Sierra thought.

"A strange sensation," mumbled Amarantha.

And thousands of kilometers away, in the Kingdom of the Fae...

"And here's his photo when he first mounted the demonic horse, and..."

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Veronica fell silent when she suddenly heard the sound of an explosion, which neither Nirena, who was in a half-asleep state, nor Iliantra, who was listening attentively to Veronica, noticed. The Demon Queen narrowed her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, her gaze piercing the air and her vision passing through thousands of kilometers until it reached the city and then the estate.

"Barriers? These are from ancient times. Could it be the residence of some practitioner?" Veronica thought but only snorted.

Crack. Crack.

Amarantha's barriers shattered under her silent command, allowing her to penetrate the very epicenter of the explosion, where she saw the egg, and next to the egg...

"!!!" 

Her body trembled, her heart beat faster, and her cheeks turned crimson. A smile appeared on her face, so twisted it was terrifying, and her breath was so warm that it caused steam in the air. Embracing herself with her arms, Veronica felt an itching sensation all over her body, and her emotions exploded.

"Veronica?" Nirena called her in puzzlement.

But the demon woman didn't listen. Her wings opened on their own, and behind her appeared a demonic tail that swayed rapidly from side to side.

"What's hap..." Iliantra began, but she didn't have a chance to react as Veronica suddenly seized her. The same happened to Nirena.

"Hey... Veronica, wh-what's happening?"

WHOOSH.

But the only response was the sound of the wind whistling in their ears.

"AAAAAHH!"

To be continued...