The Team Meets; Surprising Reunions.

Though my girls were some distance away. My hearing was beyond excellent and I had no trouble listening in as they went around telling their stories huddled around the enchanted campfire. "...So I said that I would accept his offer and the portal opened and here I am." Ilithyia said.
"With Gronma, was much same." The nubile orc girl said through her thick accent. "I Gronma, am spawn of Chief, cursed to be ugliest orc in all Kaldgrim. Get no mates. I wished Great Dragon to make me beautiful. Great Dragon say he would fill me with first brood. Walk through portal, meet good human and wolfvolk, kill bad humans." Gronma said.
"What about you?" Ilithyia asked Zynthia. "Where do you come from? Even in Granhatten and Nuastin I have never seen clothes like yours." The blonde noble held herself tighter feeling how ill suited her outfit was to their current situation. "And how did you make that amazing suit of armor appear?"
Zynthia pushed back her glasses and shrugged. "There is not much to tell. My name is Zynthia. I am pretty sure that I created this world. I am from Michigan, my dad is a dentist and my mom is a lawyer. I'm. I mean, I was a senior at Henry Ford High. I must have put some extra magical mushrooms into my focus juice because when I wished to get Isekai'd, a voice that asked if I was serious, I clicked yes on the disclaimer window and here I am." Zynthia looked up "Stars look even better from this side of the screen. As for how I did the armor." The dark haired teenager shrugged. "It is an item set hidden in one of the higher level dungeons in Anduvia, I just combined a five sense illusion with some barrier magic, sprinkle in the occasional elemental blast of extra effect. Not much more to it than that." Zynthia said.
"I am sorry, what was that about 'creating the world'?!?" Ilithyia asked incredulously.
"I mean, I might have created this world. I am not sure yet. It might be a loose inspiration. But this is just like the tutorial event in my MMO." Zynthia nibbled on her lower lip. "I just hope that my friends got Isekai'd here as well." Ilithyia must have realized that asking the stranger in glasses anything was only going to leave her more confused.
"What does 'isekai' mean?" Someone asked. I was surprised on account of not recognizing the girl speaking, but then I remembered Sofiel's hitchhikers and guessed that the question had come from the demi-human teen.
"I never heard it before either." Azralynn said.
"It's a word from The Old Tongue. The Isekai were warriors of evil who were summoned from the realms of chaos in the primordial epoch." Sofiel said meekishly. "At least, that is what Scripture teaches."
"I am not sure if Hillsdale is The Realms of Chaos, but it is not on this world." Zynthia said. "So what about you, Red?" Sofiel winced and shrunk as the attention came to her. "What is your story?"

"This morning I was one of Her Pure Lights bringing Order to this sinful world, now, I don't know. I spat in the face of my goddess. I damned my soul by wishing to save an innocent from the infection of magic. I was given a choice, and I chose to become a **** of evil." The ginger girl said with forlorn resignation.
"Do you have a name?" Ilithyia asked. "Or is it true that all Anduvian priestesses just have serial numbers that get tattooed on their butt-cheeks?"
"We have names. Unofficially anyway. Our sacramental designation is the more important. But I do have a name. Its..."
"Sofiel!?!" Azralynn burst out.
The fallen priestess was taken aback and looked at the pink haired woman with suspicion. "Yes." Sofiel said with shocked incredulity. "How did you..."
The question was cut off when Azralynn lunged at Sofiel and wrapped her arms around the girl. "OHMYGODSOHMYGODS MY BABY! Oh Sofiel!" Azralynn changeshaped her hair from the neon pink she had been wearing for her client to her natural red, making the resemblance between the two apparent to everyone. "I could not believe it, but it really is you. Ohmybabygirl..."Azralynn just began sobbing tears of joy.
"I am sorry. I don't remember you at all." Sofiel said.
"Sweetie, its Mommy." Azralynn said. Sofiel only gave her a blank stare. "You were only seven when they took me away, but you must remember something. Oh my Sofiel. What have they done to you?"
"They made me pure." Sofiel said. The young former priestess's lip began to quiver before both mother and daughter were crying together.

"Praises be for our Celestial Keepers. Ur's works are as great as Ur's will." Meili said. "You all have such extraordinary stories. This lowly one is nothing so grand, it is just a humble song-flower from the court of Her Majesty The Phoenix Empress. This lowly one was raised to please, it was instructed to offer itself to..." My eastern blossom's attention, along with everyone else's was drawn to my arrival.

Grabbing the necromancer with my tail, I leapt over the ditch and rampart into the makeshift camp the girls had made around my egg. I looked around to see the four magic girls, the orc princess, a gift from Her Majesty, and the two hitchhikers all staring at me in awe and wonder. Bonius, still under the effects of our assailant's poison, was sleeping propped up against the dirt. I breathed a bout of Purification into the man's face and the archmage's eyes sprang wide open. I learned later that the combination of mana-neutralizing with pure life regeneration causes a peculiar sensation when used on mages. They all hate it at first. "FUCK!" Bonius cried out as he scrambled back into the waking world. "What in the infernus hit..." Bonius found himself staring a dragon in the face. "Oh. It is you." Bonius said before he remembered the oath he had made and got down on one knee. "My lord."
<Yes. I am your Lord/Master/Owner/Dragon.> I said to Bonius, the last word carrying draconic concepts not easily translated into mortal language. I tossed the necromancer into the archmage's arms and instructed him to <secure the prisoner.> The archmage nodded and went to work conjuring chains to bind the girl.
"Professor Bonius! Its me! Veruca Gagnear. Gagnear daal Tzarkanzis. I took your advanced planar cartography class." The woman said desperately.
"That describes many, many thousands of people, you are going to have to be more specific." Bonius said.
"You said that my final project on Stygian currents was brilliant." Veruca said.
"Does not help." Bonius said.
"I slept with you...!" Veruca barked.
Bonius let the pregnant pause hang in the air.
"You asshole, you used to play my ass like drum your sick piece of..."
"Bongo-butt!" Bonius said. "Wow, what a small world, you look great."
"Thank you...." Veruca said awkwardly.

While Bonius was binding the necromancer, Meili was abasing herself to me, the Mizuchian performed an elaborate ritual bow involving touching her head to the ground three times and saying that she was "most honored to call itself the property of such a Great and Noble Dragon." and that "On behalf of Her Majesty..."
<enough with 'Her Majesty'> I said to Meili, the young girl was shocked to hear say her monarch's name with such snear and disrespect. With my hand I helped the girl to her feet. <Rise. The Phoenix Empress has no power here. She will never hurt you again. You are not a thing. You are a beautiful young lady. The most lovely nubile in all of Mizuchi. No more calling yourself an 'it', okay sweetie?>
A tear rolled down the girl's delicate cheek. "My owner is godlike in his kindness. Thi...I. I have never met anyone like you, mortal or dragon. Thank you, My Owner."
<I would like it if you called me 'Daddy'.> I said to Meili.
"Okay. Daddy." Meili said with a smile.

"Hey. You made me a promise." Gronma said in orcish. "I am sick of waiting. You said that you were going to pluck my petals.
<And I will.> I said as I opened my mouth and extended a tendril of my tongue to give my greenskin warrior a lick. <Soon. First I have to say hello to the rest of your sisters. Then I will put my brood in your belly.> Gronma quivered in excitement as I turned to face my magical girls.
<Zynthia, Sofial, Azralynn, Iliythia, come.> I commanded. The girls stood up and walked to my side. <Hello my lovelies. I am your Daddy/Master/Owner/Dragon.> The last word hit all of them differently. Ilithyia smiled and stepped closer to caress my neck, Zynthia took off her glasses and looked at me with unfiltered vision and seemed to be trying to figure out what exactly the last word fully implied. Sofiel and Azralynn's fingers found one another, mother and daughter clasped hands for mutual support. <Each wish I granted, I did so for my own selfish reasons, but you four have something in common. You all, now, have the potential to be powerful archmages.> Ilithyia and Zynthia both looked surprised, Sofiel cringed slightly until her mother gave her a hug which calmed the fallen priestess. <I would see that potential actualized. I have arranged for us to have access to the finest tutor in the arts mystical and military. You will be my Bishoujo-Chimu/battle-harem. You will serve me both in love and war.> My tongue extended and forked into a plethora of tendrils which licked my magical girls. The moment I touched their flesh, my mark appeared on their skin long enough for me to admire before fading back into the spectral realm.
"Really?" Azralynn asked in awe and wonder. "Even though..." Azralynn trailed off, unable to speak aloud her shame. <Really. I will personally teach you how to read.> I told the scaleling privately. The half-dragon whore took my tonguetcle and placed it in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it with an expertise that made me squirt some of my seed into the woman's mouth. "Thank you, My Dragon, for everything. You have given me back my Sofiel. That alone is worth more than any magic." Azralynn was about to say something else when her attention was drawn away towards the sky. "Shit. I am sorry, My Dragon. When we were under attack, I called for help. Too little too late, but now..."
The sound of roaring dragons filled the night sky as three streaks of light descended from the air. <I'ma comin, Whoever is fucking with my favorite scaleling whore is gonna get themselves owned.> One of the approaching dragons called out for all to hear. The trio dropped down and strafed the clearing, making a few close dives on our camp which made everyone but Bonius and Azralynn scream and duck.

The three dragons landed with a loud THUD that shook the ground. Their leader was a large Northern Yellow who was flanked by slightly smaller Westerns, a teal and an orange respectively. They let out their roars as they uttered sentiments of congratulations to themselves. <Yeah, that is right. We just show up and BAM, mortys go a runnin, they know better than to scrap with me and my brood.> The lead dragon said.
<Damn right, Daddy.> The teal said
<You said it, Daddy.> The orange responded. <Momma, Are you okay?>
<Yeah, No thanks to you.> Azralynn said to the three, making sure that I was looped in and could hear their conversation. <Where were you? I called out to you ages ago.>
<Its Dragon Fall bae...> The yellow started before Azralynn cut him off.
<Don't give me that crap. I know how you fly and if you had wanted to get to me you would have been here in a ZIP of lightning. I can smell that southern red's pheromones still on you.> Azralynn scolded.
<So what? You should feel grateful I am here at all.> The Yellow said stalking aggressively towards Azralynn. <You are not the only prime broodwhore on this continent. You called for me to come. I am here. Now...> The yellow dragon opened its mouth and let its own tonguetcles, dripping with seed, extend towards Azralynn, MY Azralynn.

In a BLINK I teleported to my Bishoujo's side and stood between her and the Yellow Dragon. I let loose a roar which carried the message. <Back off! She is My mortal. You want to touch her, from now on, you go through me first. I am her Owner/Pimp/Daddy/Dragon.>
<Is that so.> The Yellow Dragon said, the older beast towered over me. Where I was about the size of a grizzly bear, the smallest of the three dragons was larger than an elephant with their leader being nearly three times bigger than that. The dragon bore its teeth at me <Challenge accepted.> The creature said before it opens its jaws unleashed its breath weapon with a CRACK of thunder.