A Dragon gathering his treasure horde

A flood of wishes came upon me, and the first of those I could decipher, came from those that didn't feel like they were connected to the continents. Which was weird as I had an innate sense that many things on this world was suppose to be bound to one of the four realms. Yet before I could hear them, I sensed my six slaves from Goltheum join me.

Victoria Valentine, the spoiled brat whose family made a deal with the Eldritch Gift giver many generations ago, and now she was their payment for services rendered.

Alexandra Archibald, Eldest Princess of the Greatest Empire in Anduvia, whose dreams and desires of being a servant, drew Goltheum, and when she accepted his gift of a maids outfit, her soul was his.

Fukawa Miyo, a closeted pervert who lust at the idea of being enslaved and helping to enslave others, though she doesn't want to admit it. She made an unthinking choice in a dream and was now mine.

Jamie Smith, essentially a femboy with a good dick size for a guy, who wants to be a girl. After failing his ritual and gaining Goltheums attention, he traded his freedom for a chance at femininity.

Mary Williams, a trouble child who was orphaned by the Dues Vult, who took her in so that they can keep an eye on what exactly her eldritch worshipping parents did to her.

Zynthia, A fractured Love goddess who was an annoying roommate to Goltheum, he essentially begged for me to take her off his hands.

Hayami Yui, A weak Magic Girl who, in this universe, were called Star Guardians. She made the sad mistake for messing with Goltheum. Apparently, she was so worthless that he couldn't even bother to kill her and just faked his **** so she would leave. The illusion that Hayami defeated a great eldritch being made other Star Guardians see her as the third strongest, and made her a teacher for younger Star Guardians. Goltheums... friends? Started picking on him for 'dying' to such an incompetent annoyance, thus making Goltheum motivated enough to actually enslave her this time and give her to someone else. For some reason, her soul was yelling 'Master, I'm coming for you!'

Melissa, A powerful sorceress who betrayed Goltheum a few thousand years ago. She had no idea that she was always in danger of being enslaved.

Gwedillth Everglade, the last of her universe, and also the last High Elf, whatever that means in this context. She is also a princess on top of all that, the last of her line, obviously. While a sweet person, she is extremely depressed and suicidal. I would need to make sure she is always by my side, and also find ways to make her truly happy again.

While examining each soul again for the added knowledge of the Dragonfall Omniscience, I also noticed R.O.B. was with me as well, appearing suddenly when I wasn't paying attention. I felt as my Omniscience was able to gleam her name before she rebuff the magics, Laura Marie Gutierrez. I was shocked at the normal name, and even more shocked when for a second, Laura lightly scolded me and told me to never tell anyone her name, and just call her Elizabeth when they landed. I tried to talk with her, yet got no response. My Omniscience again popped up and explained that entities outside of Elderia can not interfere, even in an unpowered avatar. Well that sucks, guess no in flight company.

The slaves and 'Elizabeth' pushed against my soul and chains formed, connecting from my core of my soul to their own. I sensed that I had a great amount of control over them. I turned my attention back to the wall of wishes, back to the wishes of those that were not bound to the continents.

'Let me be free from Infernus!'

Vemoura, a demon from Infernus that possessed an artifact that allows wishes from other worlds and dimensions to reach my ears. I groaned in arousal at the image I see and the knowledge I was given. An extremely haughty and arrogant Pride Demon who was so Prideful that she has remained a virgin for eons.

I offered her a deal, her freedom in exchange for marriage, love, companionship, and children. I call the entirety of what I ask for, Haremization. To tease her and to see if that one joke about demons were real, I even included Handholding to see if she thinks its so lewd. She very well does, and also reneges on the deal, but before I could amend my statement, I heard her thoughts. I smirked as she still accepted, even staying that she doesn't mind having fifty children and singing lullabies to them. She doesn't even mind if I wanted to stroll down a beach together while holding hands for hours on end. I hadn't even thought of such things, but I am now. Once she accepted, I saw a bright spark in her soul. Such spark made me realize a weakness about myself.

If I can perceive even a hint of goodness in those that might become mine, I would fall hopelessly for them. Good thing that the Dragonfall allows me to make sure they can't **** that. Her spark that I saw, was honor. She could not accept such a wish and still think of us as friends. Even with no friends of her own, she knew that taking advantage of one was wrong, and thus offered to fulfill a wish of mine, if she could. I sensed the powers of the Dragonfall was malleable in this situation. I willed it to help Vemoura and felt as I succeeded. Time will stop for her alone, and would continue to do so until she had accomplish what I wanted. Such a task, a wish of mine, was for her to kidnap this 'Sephillia' she thought of, the greatest Lust demon. I heard her accept and saw as she set about, knowing what she was doing even though time was stop for me.

When the knowledge from the Dragonfall magics came, it was too late. This Sephillia was not just a Lust demon, but the Archdemon of Lust, and thus was a direct subordinate of the Warden of Infernus. My **** of her was a declaration of war against him. Oh well, nothing to do about it now, and my draconic flaw of being a Hoarder, means that I will never return anything that I thought of as mine. As time continued once Vemoura was, she was sent to the spot where I would land, cargo in tow. I was also made away of a multitude of things she did in Infernus when time was stop, most of which had no ties to the ****. I didn't care, if my future wife had things to settle before she became mine, so be it.

'Call off my **** and let my life return, Greatest of all Dragons!'

Obransk, a dying True Dragon who was in the process of being cut up by the hero's party. My Omniscience clued me in to what hero I am looking at. Andea, Goddess of Light and Order who disdains magic and all those tied to it, selects one of her followers to become her hero. To compare to a Greater Dragon, she had Tier III Muscles, Tier II Scales (her skin is still human, what I mean is that her skin is as strong as the Scales of a dragon at Tier II), Tier III Senses in all Five Senses, Tier III Regeneration Tier III Magic Resistance Tier III Elemental Resistance to Heat and Cold Tier II Brain and Tier III Lungs. It was only the fact that Obransk had fought from the air that allowed him to live as long as he did. Her only 'Weakness' being the fact her speed was 'merely' at the peak of what Humanity can do. All this power came at a cost, of course. She can never lose of virginity to anyone besides the man she weds in the full acceptance of Andea, and her thinking was altered so that she did not see any non-humans as actually people. She was also bound to Andor and could not leave it, though since most of Andea's power was in Andor, this wasn't even an issue to her.

My consideration fell from her, to the dying dragon, for he made a wish, and his spark of tenacity made me want him. He desires to live again and was willing to pay any price. I sent him the Haremization deal, including a feminization as I don't swing for the same team, if you know what I mean. He asked for a slightly altered deal and I accepted, as such changes either was helpful or were something that I thought was a given. I saw as my side of the deal happened and orange-red flames started to heal him, now a her, and send her away.

I saw as the Hero noticed from where she rested after the battle and charged quickly to the head, though she wasn't fast enough. I had no doubt that I would see more of her in the future, for from what I have seen and heard of Andea, She was my enemy, and Ariane Greenfield was her hero.

'Oh, if only that was me. I wish I was isekai'd and made a cuck to a hot man too.'

Zynthia, a fragment of a Love goddess, the second that I have seen and now the second which I shall claim. I don't know what drew my consideration to her, for she was back on earth, my homeworld, and possessed no artifact that could be capable to call me.

My Omniscience failed me, a rare and concerning event, though I could only assume that it was because I had a Zynthia tied to my soul. She looked just like the **** I have, yet was different in personality. She was no more capable than the ****, yet she was active in trying to spread love and even got herself a job. However, like I said, she wasn't much more capable than her **** self and was thus a virgin with no successes of matchmaking, either for herself and others. She was still positive even through all the negativity, and possessed the spark that drew me to her, her kindness. I sent the deal to her and she enthusiastically accepted, and also asked for a change in the deal. I felt an overwhelming surge of Lust at her blatant cuckqueen desires, and delved even further into her soul, what I saw made me love her in ways in humanly possible. Though I have loved the other two, I had regretfully never plunged this deep into their souls, I would rectify that mistake when I could, and would not mess up like that again when I saw my other potential companions.

I saw and felt all that she was, and how earnest her feeling about the notion of love was. I also saw all the shame and self loathing she bore, and assured her of her greatness.

"I see all that you are, were, and can be, and have called you beloved. I accept all that you are, your shattered self, your love of the notion of love and the want to spread it, and even those parts of you that you feel shame for. I know of your desire to be wanted and held like the women who you want to hog me to themselves, your nature of wanting love and being a cuckquean warring with each other. But do not think that those are exclusive. I shall make love to you as tenderly as I would our cuckcakes. You shall live a life where you can be yourself, a kind love goddess and a kinky cuck at the same time, This I promise to you, my wife." I felt as my words became scrambled and unintelligible, yet I knew Zynthia heard me, and felt her overwhelming joy and elation at my words. I saw as doubt and paranoia set in, how all this acceptance and love much be a hallucination and that all this was a dream. Before I could assure her that this was truly reality, I saw as she peered into my being as well. In that moment I saw what she was when she was whole. An Eldritch entity that sought to make all of reality into a singularity, to make everything one. Zynthia's fascination with Love stemmed from this desire for all to be one. Though she came from such a being, I loved her all the same, for she was mine now. She saw my entire being, even the part that shall wage a massive multi-planetary conquest, and she accepted it all. Though I sense that she will try to curtail some of the **** of war, she will not act against me. Once she accepted, I made a portal for her to step through and felt as she was on her way. Then a travesty happened.

Her soul was passing through the solar system when an entity grabbed her. I roared at whatever had the gall to take what was mine, and beheld a decaying magic mechanical watcher. My Omniscience supplied all the answers that I needed. A system which was made to monitor the five planets in orbit around Elderia's sun. It was also suppose to take souls from other dimensions and realities, and put them on the planets, to bring change to those worlds, and entertainment to a capricious archgod. Said Archgod was slain by Rylcanisubyth, an ancient abomination whose goal was to destroy all life and matter. While the abomination was defeated and sealed by the lesser gods of Elderia, It had managed to slay the Archgod. Ever since then, the system had continued its job, yet the strain of looking after five worlds were too much for it. It nearly killed Elderia had the Ur-wrym hadn't come by on a whim and sent the First Greater Dragon, and thus save the world. The decay of the system has halted, meaning the other worlds were 'safe' from destruction. This was all nice to know, yet the damnable system was taking my wife-to-be! I don't care if the other worlds fall, she was mine!

I willed the magics of the Dragonfall to take her from the sway of the system and yet, felt as the magics abandoned her. I knew why within a second. The specific wish of this fragment of Zynthia is to be isekai'd. The magics cared little if she was isekai'd on Elderia or another world, her wish was fulfilled and my demands from her was agreed and had taken affect. It would be up to me to get to her. I loathed letting her go, but my fear was even greater at the idea of Zynthia in a new and dangerous environment. I used what control I had of the magics of the Dragonfall, and duplicated all that I was given within the chest I stumbled across, an event that feels like a life time ago. Whatever they were made from, or where ever they came from, it took more energy than I thought to duplicate. My 'eyes' blazed with a white-red radiance, and then I felt success. Before my connection was cut from Zynthia, I hurled my gifts into her soul and saw them merge. After a few seconds, I felt a wave of comfort emanate from Zynthia and a promise that she will be okay and that she will await me. Then the connection was gone. I roared once more at the helplessness of the situation, and felt Elizabeth calm me down with sweet whispers. My anger cooled and I begun to think rationally. My Omniscience told me that the system wasn't 'alive' in the ways that mortals thought of, and wouldn't stop me or anyone else from going to or from the planet. Once it did its job of isekai'ing people, it didn't care what else happens. As such, it was merely a matter of time before I could leave Elderia and collect my wife.

I felt as the Dragonfall magics began alerting me to more wishes and I begrudgingly listened to them, letting the concern I felt for a missing wife take a back seat for a little bit.

'Please, hear me, O' Sixth Greater Dragon, take the ruinous gift that would see Lilly burned, whether by mob or by herself, and I shall give all that I am to you. Please spare the life of this innocent child!'

Sofiel, a green-eyed, red-haired priestess whose robes did nothing to hide her curves, made such a **** plea. A plea which reeked of the magic-hating ideals of Andea. I would not for a second, strip such a wonderous gift from someone, yet maybe an alteration to her wish would be accepted. I formed a Dark Purple Portal in front of her, which would lead straight to my landing spot. I believe that I could convince her to change her mind. Her maternal instincts was very strong, her heart was in the right place, and most importantly, she was already borderline heretical. All the things she has done where she believes that Andea would be okay with what she did because it was right, was in fact, very much condemned in the eyes of Andea. I would just need to find a way to claim the faith of Sofiel away from Andea and then everything would be all right.

'I wish that walls would be raised around all the towns, cities, and even villages, to protect them from threats. Protection that I always wish my family could provide.'

Celestine Butor, an orange-haired, blue-eyed tomboy in full plate armor. She was spoke her wish aloud to her friend, who was sparring with her. A friend who was very much a lesbian and had made a wish of her own, to become a male so she could be with Celestine. While I would gladly accept Rose amongst my harem, and would have no issue if she wanted to bang my girls with me, she would have to stay a girl for that to happen. I digress, the tomboy knight princess could literally ask for almost anything and I would have said yes, and fulfilling the wish to protect her people was hardly a wish that I would even hesitate granting. I sent a portal to pick her up, while mighty mithril walls sprouted from the earth all around the northern Anduvian country of Listain. Though she didn't specify it, I also made a sea wall as well, to further impede Kaldgrim raiders. Any and all defenses 'I' built, also had secret passages and weaknesses that only I knew about, so that when the conquest began, the very same walls I erected wouldn't be used against me.

'Bring back those that died on my watch, and you shall have whatever you want from me.'

Tiana, a blue-eyed, blonde haired beauty, who had an eternal eighteen-year-old body that was all muscle, the only fat on her being her C-cup breasts, even her ass had become toned. She was given eternal youth by Andea, yet didn't bare the same hatred to magic like her fellow worshippers of the goddess. Such an open-mind was even weirder when you take into account that she was one of the Seven Sword Saints, an elite order of super powerful swordsmen, who had a direct mental link to Andea. My Omniscience told me of what a Sword Saint means. An individual that had mastered a style of swordmenship that was made by the orders of knights that belong to Andea. They embodied that specific style and didn't mix their skills with other styles. The Seven Sacred Styles, was given to the faithful of Anduvia by Andea, and allowed humans to attain great personal power without relying on magic. This was made possible, as a part of the training in a style, was unlocking your aura. Essentially, your soul made manifest through pure will. An aura granted an initiate peak human strength, speed, reflexes, senses, durability, and stamina, and a supernatural gift for detecting lies and devising strategies. These traits were made stronger with training, and could allow a practitioner the ability to physically match a True Dragon by himself.

Tiana was the oldest and most powerful of the Sword Saints, and embodied the Sacred Style of the Sword. She has taught hundreds about her style and have always made powerful soldiers out of them, yet such a being had one crippling weakness, survivors guilt. During her early years as a newly promoted Sword Saint, she bore witness to the Fifth Dragonfall. In her hubris, she looked upon the oncoming Greater Dragon with disdain, and thought that if she came across him, that she would easily defeat the perceived abomination. Whether Baalphazran had hear such arrogance or not was unknown, for the Dragonfalls of a Greater Dragon could not intrude upon anything that relates to another Greater Dragon, so not even my Omniscience could tell me what Baalphazran thought. It didn't matter either way, for the demon that reincarnated into a dragon fell a mere hundred feet from Tiana and the pilgrims that she was leading to a new settlement, and easily defeated her. Though I might not be able to perceive the nature of the Fifth, I could guess upon it from watching the memories that Tiana had. I theorize that Baalphazran was formerly a demon of wrath, whose sin was so great that he felt no other emotion. For any being with even a shred of lust within them that also possessed the malicious nature that the Fifth had, would not be able to stop themselves from ravishing Tiana for hours on end. Yet Baalphazran didn't do that. He easily defeated her, and then tortured those she sought to protect in front of her. He dragged on the misery for hours, never letting Tiana escape or do any worthwhile damage, he even stopped her when she tried to put others out of their misery. After thirteen hours, all the pilgrims were slain and Tiana was completely defeated, no strength or energy left, no will either. To add insult to all the suffering he put her through, Baalphazran laid his limp dick on her, and spoke of how pathetic she was, and how much of a shame that the pilgrims was left under such incapable hands. She was so weak and worthless, that he wasn't even hard, that he couldn't stomach the idea of actually laying with her, even if only to violate her in the most **** way possible. The Fifth left her there, going on to continue his rampage of destruction and terror.

It took her days to will herself to rise, even with her injuries having been healed within hours of receiving them, thanks to her Sword Saint powers. Weeks went by before she no longer jumped at the slightest sound, and months before she raised her sword again. She eventually was able to... deal with her traumas in the best way she could, and then threw herself in defeating Baalphazran. She succeeded in her task, pushing the demonic draconic destroyer from Andor, and chasing him all the way to Mizuchi, where she helped in the plan to seal him away forever. Having helped defeat the source of her nightmares went a long way to healing her mind, and dispelling all the self-doubt she had gained. Yet that day forever was on her mind. She had laid within the remnants of the pilgrims, begging Andea again and again to revive those she failed, and when the Goddess refused every single time, was the moment where Tiana was finally able to stand up. All the recovery she did, she did so that when the next Dragonfall came, she would be someone the next Greater Dragon couldn't refuse or ignore. She did everything possible to make herself as appealing an offering to a Greater Dragon as possible, though some things she did unconsciously, like maintaining her virginity. Every thing she did worked, as there was not a snowballs chance in hell that I wouldn't claim her. I sent a portal to bring her to the spot where I will send all my other companions to.

I sensed as Andea tried everything to dissuade Tiana, and learned how everything failed. Tiana would give me everything I wanted from her, without reservation, and nothing Andea could do, will stop her. I felt as Andea stripped Tiana of as much power as she could, which didn't really make Tiana any less dangerous, and mark her as much of an enemy as myself. I wondered when Andea decided to declare war on me, than my Omniscience revealed that time fuckery was afoot. Deities did not abide by Linear Time, as such, Andea knew we would inevitably be enemies in the future. I wasn't worried what some dumb ass bitch thought or did, as she shot herself in the foot, making all mages and magic itself as her enemy. At this point, I am going to find a way to trap her avatar into a body, just so I can give her the dicking that would take the rod out of her ass.

'Please, let Alaric become the firstborn son, and free me from the chains of the throne!'

I was shocked upon looking at the person who made that wish. The brother of the girl I had enslaved. I even saw her there, and realized that more time fuckery was afoot. Her wish was akin to a staticky whisper, where as her brother's was a mighty shout. Whether that was because she was marked for enslavement, or because her soul wasn't as... compatible as her brothers was hard to say and my Omniscience didn't help, merely stating that both were equally possible reasons.

I looked upon the golden-haired, green-eyed crown prince and sighed. Give everything to a person, and they still asked for more. Yet delving within his soul, made me grow to care for him. He would have gladly bore the weight and duties of the throne, had Alaric not been such a great candidate for the throne. Alaric was the perfect king, charismatic and intelligent, with his ears open towards the pleas of the commoners. While such was true for for Celebron Archibald as well, the current crown prince desired for a life of tourneys and fighting, not political reforms and paperwork. The two brothers loved each other strongly, and so Celebron knew that Alaric would never do anything that could be counted as usurpation, even if Alaric deeply wanted to be king. Thus the wish to the Dragonfall, an easy solution if I accepted. I did and sent forth the purple portal for him to step through, which he did. I decided I would debate with him, to see if he still wanted his wish fulfilled, even if such a thing would cause him to become a female. I also saw as Alexandra fell through the floor, and knew that was when she was teleported to my soul.

'Dragon, hear me well! Bring back the shit stain on reality that deserves eternal ****! Do so, and you shall have whatever I can give you!'

I looked at the old knight, and wondered why such a hateful soul which loathed magic, was a potential companion. I gazed into his soul and was made to understand. I bore no more hate or disdain towards such an injured soul. Discovering the scene of his family's gruesome **** would have changed many. I saw through all the layers of his malice, towards the core that spoke of what younger Thandamere was like. I fell in love with him and planned to heal all the pain and trauma, but first, I must make my deal. I sent my demands and felt him experience a great deal of confusion. He still accepted regardless, and he became a she, in all ways. I saw the target of Thandamers's rage manifest from the Dragonfall energies that I sent to complete his wish. He fell in shock and horror at the familiar sight of Thandamere's armor. I told Thandamere to come to me when he was done, and woved a little magic so that she now possessed a mental compass to find me. After my words, she turned around and noticed her enemy, who fled into the cave that Thandamere came from, the cave that once housed mages and thus, she persued him into the cave. A cruel joy emitting from her soul.

'Great Dragon of the Sixth Dragonfall, make my visage eternally known, make my actions whispered forever, and I shall give you anything!'

Varnax, a Scalespawn who let all the discrimination get to him and make himself a monster. His very wish even showed this, yet I saw what lied in his heart. Hidden by hatred and suppressed with self-loathing, was a genuine desire to be a knight. He might not know it or accept it, but he would rather be the shield for the innocent then the menace of Andor that he had become. I became determined to bring his hidden wish to fruition, and knew that the fulfillment of his stated want was the beginning. I opened the portal for him to walk through, like with Celebron, I would give him a chance to debate with me, before I turn him into a girl. Thandamere was not given the same luxury, due to the fact that he couldn't be trusted to not attack any mages that I might bring to the landing spot. Varnax, on the other hand, does have a surprising amount of self-control when needed.

'Please wonderous Dragon, Greater than all others! Give to me the potential to become great! And with the greatness given, I will serve you in all ways! I shall submit before you and please you when demanded! I am willing to bear you an heir, if you will it, all I ask is for Greatness!"

Azralynn, a pink-haired and pink-eyed Scaleling mage. Unlike Thandamere and Varnax, who I had to dig deep into their souls to see what drew me to them, Azralynn was blatantly companion material. Willing, enthusiastically even, to drain dragon dicks, while looking absolutely hot 24/7, she easily enflamed my arousal. Her personality was also a huge draw, confidant yet not arrogant, horny yet not a complete slut, and ambitious yet not heartless. She would have been irresistible just for this alone, yet saying she would bear my heir in her wish, **** me to instantly grant her wish and open a portal for her. She seductively walked in, teasing me without even knowing it.

'Please, Give the elves their memories back, let them remember whatever it was that made them want to live.'

Zep, who was various shades of green with elven ears wearing what seems like a tattered dress. She was a wind elemental that has tried her hardest to brighten the days of the elves for the last four thousand years with little success, and though she wouldn't admit, has started to feel the same depression as the elves. Her wish would make the elves remember their ancient memories, and give them their pride back. Truly, the Second Greater Dragon was a horrific monster for doing what she did to the elves. From making them hate their own heritage and ashamed of it, to splitting Andor in half for kicks, Titania was the second worst Greater Dragon in history. I had no problem fulfilling Zep's wish, though I would have to give her a new body. After all, she was just a mass of enchanted air at the moment, if you think about it. As such, she was incapable of having sex, and bearing children was an impossibility. I opened a portal and saw Zep flow through. It would only be right for such a selfless soul to have a say in how her new body would look like.

'I want to stay eighteen forever, perfect hair, infinite riches, awesome magic powers, the best singing voice, the inability to never be bored again, you as my ****, as well as not having to pay for my wishes.'

Ilithyia Cindaria, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed princess who was beyond spoiled and it showed in her wish. Her foolish belief that she was never wrong and would always be given what she wants came from the fact that her parents only had one child, her, and ruled the most prosperous kingdom in Cendor, Cindaria, named after its founder who made the bloodline that Ilithyia was apart of. Its prosperity came from the fact that it ruled the lower-eastern part of Cendor, and thus had access to all the trade routes to Ixtacotak and Mizuchi with little fear of Anduvian patrol ships and Kaldgrim pirates harassing their caravans and merchant fleets. Being the only one in line to rule the wealthy nation and continue its millennia old bloodline have given her a sense of self superiority that had little room for things like common sense from limiting her desires.

My Omniscience told me that her ridiculous idea failed, and that she had in fact made many wishes, even if she didn't say 'and' to separate them. I thought to only grant her eternal youth, as such a thing already came naturally from being my companion, yet I figured I would give something to my wife-to-be. The most perfect hair imaginable would be a perfect gift to symbolize our union. I was not someone who would take advantage of such a brat excessively and told her what to expect if her wish was made. She still accepted the deal, as she believed that all her wishes would come true, including the one where she wouldn't have to pay for her wishes. I couldn't wait to sink my dick as deep into the spoiled princess as possible, to enlighten her to the importance of not making promises that she didn't want to keep. I did not give her a single chance of debating with me, or walking through a portal, and just whisked her away instantly, feeling the joy she felt. I almost felt bad for her, Almost. I woved my magics into her form, making a tattoo appear on her neck, a choker with intricate designs on it. I also made the initials S.G.D. appear on her left cheek, so everytime she looked into a mirror she will know who owns her.

'Dragon, I beseech thee! Mend the continent, and connect the two halves once more! Repair this land that the Sundering tore apart! Do so and any desire you have of me, I shall fulfill!'

Blackthorn, a former Grove Guardian that had descended in a maddened rampage. I felt pity for him and his wish would help in my conquest, and his soul was as attractive as all the others, even hidden in hate as Thandamere and Varnax was. I gave him the same deal as I gave Obranask, and felt him accept. I watched as his body became a female humanoid version and knew that the magics of the Dragonfall had gave the new female a viable womb, and thus a new race can be born from her. I felt her senses also seeing the changes from the outside, thanks to her connection to the plants around her, and helped guide her sight to where her wish was being fulfilled. Of all the land being newly formed, and all the magical plants that I made to inhabit it.

I felt her unending joy at the reconnection with the entire continent and felt as her sight was whisked back to her body in terror. I looked there quickly too, fearing that somehow an enemy had evaded my sight, yet saw that Blackthorn's fear only came from tears of happiness. Such a thing was foreign to her, and she even asked to fix her eyes. I laughed to myself at the cute words, yet made sure that she didn't hear. She probably would think I was laughing at her. In answer to her question, I opened a portal to transport her to where she was needed, by my side.

'Let me walk into the sunlight with no fear, and I shall give whatever is needed.'

Sangir, one of the elves responsible for the creation of Vampires and Vampirism, whose wish was to merely walk in the sun once more. He was calm, non-cruel, and very influential. At his heart was a simple desire to bask within the light that he once loved to spend his days in. I had many reasons to want him, and just as many reasons to not piss him off. I opened a portal before him, and saw as he walked through, after saying a few words to people who were no doubt his servants.

It might be a fight, though making him mine and gaining his allegiance would go a long way to securing Cendor.

'Give me an apprentice who fulfills my specifications, and shall carry on my legacy. And I shall give you anything that is within my power.'Bonius, one of the greatest mages in the world and only slightly perverted. I looked upon him and almost salivated over him. I was in no ways gay, my appreciation came solely from his mind. The wealth of magical knowledge and power he possessed would make any cost worth it. Giving him a student to pass on his amazing teachings to was child's play really. From my Omniscience, I believe that taking Bonius wouldn't even tip any one off at an Archmage joining me, as Archmages were rarely seen and interacted with, and all of them had periods where they just went off the grid. He, like Sangir, couldn't be allowed to not join. I shall bring them to the spot where I shall land and personally convince them to join me.

'I only wanted to feel alive again, to see a world vibrant once more. If only something did that, besides **** and other malicious acts.'

Vesilia, essentially a female magic James Bond if my Omniscience could be believed. The wish that came, did not feel like a wish, but like an idle thought. Gazing at the one who made that wished confirm my suspicion. Digging deeper revealed how such idle musings have helped me find such wonderous treasure. I fell in love with the woman who only wanted to feel alive, who would be the kindest soul around, if not for her condition. Her skill, her beauty, her lethality, it all ensnared my mind and attention. I barely even thought about it before I accepted, and laughed a little when she was spooked. I was still connected before she walked on through, and thus heard her concerns about what I would do to someone who had embarrassed my race.

Cuddle the shit out of them was my answer, of course. And then afterwards, maybe something more... carnal. I definitely did not want to push her too far and lose out on her genuine love. I would just have to play it by ear.

'What I wouldn't give to be able to know what he thought at all times and what he saw when-'

Bixi, grand mage who has gotten into many troubles due to her curiosity. Just like the last one, this was a mere passing thought that the Dragonfall had made aware to me. Nonetheless, I paid attention to it and examined the wish thinker. A short-stack gnome mage who merely wanted to know what I know. Say less. I instantly opened a portal. While she might honestly want this, and I have no issue granting it, I would feel like a scumbag to take advantage of her. She was expecting some lost magic to be known, or some great revelation I made in my past life, and would instead know just had lust-addled I was. I will have to think of an appropriate deal to make with her, if she decides that knowing the thoughts of a pervert was not worth eternal matrimony.

Rushing on through to the banging of her door, I wondered what exactly was happening, and my Omniscience told me. I snorted when I realized that the curious gnome had caused many marital troubles by just being nice and beautiful.

'Please Greater Dragon, restore the Sacred Groves and their connection to Asihlliel, and I shall give whatever you seek.'

Delathwyn, a homesick and slightly guilt-ridden elven woman. This wish was the traditional kind, where there was an actual intent for me to listen to it, unlike with Vesilia and Bixi. Though my reaction was near the same. What man would turn away an elven archer hottie who came straight out of a fantasy book. Her wish was also interesting. I wonder with this elven goddess would reward me for granting so many wishes that helps her chosen people greatly. On a personal note, maybe the restoration of the elven memories will help her family to become better. Either way, Delathwyn would have more reasons than most to want to repay me for what I did, even if such a thing meant a permanent pause to her adventuring lifestyle.