Summoner: Monster Girl Harem!

A few hours after dinner, Vincent sat in their home. He couldn't help but ask them why the dragons didn't roam in dragon form all the time. "Hey, can I ask why you don't spend all the time in your true forms?" His words were loud and echoed off the walls of their stone home.

It was a square hovel-type home with two floors and enough; they had clear glass and doors that could be locked. He wondered exactly what kind of world this was.

Aine smiled gently as she sat beside her husband and read a small book. This seemed to be in a weird language, as Vincent couldn't read it. In return, the little girl shouted at him with a laugh. "Haha, I can read this book, but the big birdman Vincent can't! My bride is so useless...."

"Well, around a few thousand years ago, we did that, and it was fun roaming the skies, attacking random monsters and humans, and eating all the fish. But because of our hulking sizes, we ate so much that it was hard to sustain our tribes. Not to mention living together was rather annoying."

"Ah, I can imagine that...." He said, musing her words.

"Then, when the dungeons appeared, the world shrank more each day. So we could no longer fly freely because that purple fog would kill us. It convinced many of our kind that if they became more powerful could get through it. Which leads to us watching many friends die."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Mmmmm..... Vincent.... My Bride....."

Ifritah fell asleep shortly after dinner and now lay across his body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist like a koala. He didn't care and just stroked her hair with a soft touch every so often. No matter which Efrita it was, they were all the same, and one day would be the woman he loved.

Although he didn't know if this was part of her weird spiritual world or something to do with being a priestess of the red dragons. However, while here, why shouldn't he enjoy it?

"Fufu, this girl is so cute.... Don't worry; she won't drool on your expensive clothes."

"That much."

He didn't mind. This girl was cute, and they made these clothes from her future hair. Vincent smiled at Aine and looked towards Aldan, who bit his lips and growled, upset because his daughter typically sleeps on his shoulder and choked him. This strange man had come into the house and stolen her from him.

"It's fine, even if she ruined them. This girl is just too cute to hold grudges against her. I wonder why; this girl just feels very special to me." Vincent said to himself and her mother in sync.

"Oh, my? Do you mean that?" Aine said with a gasp. Her eyes became severe but also delighted.

"What!?"

Her father stopped acting jealous and stood up, his face serious, before he looked at his wife. She followed suit and then nodded together. He walked towards Vincent, tapped his little girl's butt, and whispered to her. "Come on, little princess, it's time for the dragon to sleep in her den!"

"Mmmm.... Bring wife.... He cannot fight... Vincent hehe... chasing Zera....!"

Vincent thought nothing of these words. Because this was the spirit world of Efrita, of course, she knew who Zera was, but something deep in his mind told him it was different. This was different, and he needed to pay attention to what the two parents seemed to wish to speak about.

Aldan took the little Ifritah upstairs and then put her to bed. He returned with a large white bottle that gave a thick alcoholic scent. They both moved to the dining table and beckoned for Vincent to join them with grave faces.

"I just want to ask you. Have you met us before?"

Aines voice wasn't aggressive, just a little blunt. He wanted to answer with a joke. Her face was solemn.

Yet, he couldn't and didn't want to treat her mother with no respect, even if a vision. After adjusting his posture, Vincent cleared his throat and looked at the two with focused eyes.

"Yes, the moment I met you was after you both died. Efrita kept the two of you alive in spirit form in her soul space. Thus, we met and talked after she showed me her past."

"I see... She really did it..."

"That's our little girl, after all."

The two listened to his words, clasping each other's hands. He noticed a look of sorrow on their faces. He wondered how to deal with this situation that hurt his own mind.

"How about you take a drink? I guess since she let you see this? You are her partner, right?"

Aldan handed over a cup of the alcohol to Vincent. He grasped it with a slightly nervous smile, then placed the mug to his nose and smelt the intense flavours of smoke, cedar and blackberries. He took a slow sip and gulped it down after swilling it around his mouth. The taste was like an expensive wine but with the power of whiskey.

He could feel his throat burn from the moment he swallowed it. The sensation didn't hurt and was, in fact, quite delicious and refreshing. He felt like it was a gentle flame that burned all the impurities from within his body. Then the sweet and chocolate texture of the wine flavours washed around his mouth.

"I...." Vincent felt the taste of the alcohol bolster his own mind. The fact it affected him didn't feel strange to him yet. "I love her. She is one of my most important companions, and without her, I would have died long ago. Although because I didn't think enough. I never asked about her past and learned about her."

"Until now...."

"Oh, my~ I am so envious of your adolescent love. Hey oaf, why can't you be that honest? I know you are too lazy to remember our anniversary! Fufu, say my cute son-in-law wanna taste a mature woman?"

"Bufu!" Aldan spat the wine all over Vincent's face in a wide spray.

"Honey!? Why are you acting like this?"

He tried to stand up, but a whip-like kick smashed into his gut and threw him onto the chair, and he shut up. His eyes filled with tears, although he knew this woman was joking. Aine hurt his pride, so he sipped his wine and kicked stones out of the window from his chair.

"Don't worry, I am kidding. Vincent here will get to sleep with our daughter in the future. Then how old will she be? That girl is shy. She will probably say she is twenty or something. Despite being over a hundred now!"

Vincent felt a little embarrassed and looked between them before they turned back to him. "Vincent, this is not a dream or her soul space. I don't know, but can you taste this wine in a mere soul space? Have you ever noticed Efrita eat or drink inside there?"

She was right. The girls only ate when they materialised in the real world. He began to worry and felt a sense of dread and fear. Can he go back? What about all his beloved women and even his mother!? A soft hand stroked his long red hair as he almost lost control.

"Don't worry, it'll all be okay."

"Mommy is here."

"These are not her memories; it's merely a side effect of her priestess powers. Once she feels strongly about someone. A priestess will send their lover back to the most cherished moment of their life. They hope the man will make their younger selves fall in love with him as a young adult. Then have her family accept them."

"So strange... Then, you are real? The woman I will speak to in a few.... I don't understand because it's complicated. Will the spirit you remember this when we speak again?"

Aine moved closer to his ear and gave a light whisper that shocked his mind. "Yes, she will remember her son-in-law got a massive erection from my tits; you are throbbing, right? Fufu, you need to learn to control that thing. Tell me, did my cute little girl taste this thing? Did she cry in pleasure or beg to be abused?"

Her eyes narrowed at his reaction before she giggled. "Fufu, she is just like her father, a pathetic little sub. Let's add more peas to her food from now on."

"Now, where were we...."