My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 484: Witch and Dragon

In the cold shroud of clouds, where stars bled molten silver into infinite voids — trails of cosmic ichor streaking like wounds across a black canvas — and realities folded like fragile parchment under the weight of unspoken desires, she soared through endless skies.

The air thrummed with raw, primordial violence — crackling arcs of unbound power snapping like chains of lightning trapped in crystal prisons, ready to shatter at the slightest provocation.

Below them sprawled an archipelago of newborn worlds, freshly spun from the cosmic loom: jagged obsidian continents adrift in roiling nebulae seas that boiled with unformed colours.

Crystal mountain ranges stabbed upward through embryonic atmospheres thick with swirling ether, rivers of liquid starfire carving glowing canyons into lifeless rock that groaned under the pressure of its own birth.

No souls breathed here yet — no whispering winds through phantom forests, no oceans teeming with embryonic life.

Only silent, virgin spheres pulsing faintly with latent potential, quivering like eggs about to hatch under the gaze of indifferent gods.

A witch flew in these new worlds— fury given form, raven hair lashing like living storm clouds pregnant with apocalypse, emerald eyes blazing with the green fire of unravelling galaxies, each flicker promising the death of suns.

Her gown of midnight silk billowed and tore at the edges from the sheer force of her aura, every thread woven with glowing, forbidden runes that drank starlight and spat it back as venomous curses.

Chasing after a man — a horned man.

Draconic horns curves of polished obsidian sweeping back from his temples like a crown forged in the heart of a dying dragonstar, skin shimmering with iridescent scales that caught every dying photon and threw it back in mocking rainbows.

His eyes — playful purple, twinkling with wicked amethyst mischief — never left her as he danced backward through the heavens, laughter rolling from his chest like distant thunder chasing lightning across a doomed horizon.

"How dare you!" she shrieked, voice a cataclysmic boom that shattered a trailing comet into a glittering hail of molten shards, each fragment igniting into micro-suns that briefly flared before winking out in pitiful gasps.

"How dare you fuck my little sister too!"

He twisted mid-flight, ethereal wings of shadow and violet flame snapping open just enough to hurl him backward, facing her with a wide, taunting grin that stretched like a rift in space.

"Catch me if you can, witchling! Or are you too busy fuming over what my cock did to your sweet little sister?"

His laughter pealed across the void — bright, mocking, utterly unafraid, echoing back from the edges of reality like a challenge to the gods themselves.

She answered with annihilation.

Her hands carved the air in furious arcs. Massive magical circles ignited — colossal mandalas miles wide, searing gold edged in bleeding crimson, runes spiralling inward like black holes eating their own light, each glyph a scream of condensed hatred.

Power surged from her core in a howling vortex, reality buckling and screaming around the forming arrays, space itself tearing open in hairline fractures that leaked raw void.

"Die, you arrogant prick!" she roared.

A lance of pure entropy erupted from the central glyph — thicker than a mountain range, blacker than the space between thoughts, unravelling existence at the atomic level with a hunger that made light itself flee.

It howled toward him, devouring light and distance in greedy gulps, leaving behind trails of absolute nothing where stars had once burned.

One newborn world below — a fragile marble of churning violet storms — brushed the beam’s edge.

Its surface spiderwebbed with cracks of blinding white, spewing geysers of superheated plasma; continents folded inward like burning paper under a giant’s fist, gravity inverting in a heartbeat with a grotesque sucking roar.

The entire sphere collapsed into a pinprick singularity that winked out with a soundless scream, its death-throes sending out gravitational waves that pulverised neighbouring asteroids into dust clouds.

The shockwave rolled outward, snuffing a dozen nearby stars like wet fingers on candle flames.

He laughed in a deep, resonant, the sound vibrating straight through the beam and simply phased through it like smoke through fingers, his draconic essence twisting the laws of obliteration aside with casual disdain.

"Missed again, gorgeous! Is that the best your magic can do? Or are you holding back because you secretly want me to pin you down and show you what I did to her?"

Her fury only sharpened. Another circle bloomed at her back — fractal horror of interlocking obsidian hexagons pulsing with necrotic violet, each edge weeping black ichor that ate light and left corrosive burns on the fabric of space.

"You bastard!" she snarled, flinging a swarm of apocalyptic spheres — each one a compressed death of worlds, swollen fat with supernova hearts that throbbed like exposed organs.

They detonated in his wake like chained cataclysms: blooming plasma mushrooms the size of solar systems, shock-fronts of white-hot rage vaporising four more realms in an instant.

One erupted into endless volcanic Armageddon, lava oceans boiling over into space in towering plumes. Another flash-froze into crystalline death.

Two more simply unravelled, threads of matter and time unspooling into nothingness with agonised whispers.

He slipped through the inferno like a shadow laughing at fire, flipping end over end with playful grace.

"Ooh, that tickled! Come on, witchling — but throw something with real bite. Or is all this destruction just foreplay? You know, like how I made your sister scream for three years straight?"

He wove closer for a heartbeat, blowing a teasing kiss that manifested as a violet spark zipping toward her, only to veer away at the last second.

"Careful now, witch! You’re wrecking Mother’s new playgrounds. She’ll skin you alive for this and rip your pretty soul out and feed it to the cosmic hounds piece by screaming piece! Imagine her claws sinking in... slow, deliberate, just like how I sank into your sister."

She hovered amid the drifting wreckage of murdered worlds — chunks of planetary crust tumbling like broken toys, atmospheres bleeding out in colourful gas plumes — but her eyes narrowed to slits of green murder.

"I don’t care! They’re empty new worlds she just created — lifeless husks, barren and worthless! They’ll make beautiful graves for your arrogant corpse, you horned tease!"

With a savage scream that fractured nearby moons into glittering dust storms, she summoned her masterpiece: a grand overlapping mandala megastructure that swallowed the light of an entire system, runes crackling with eldritch lightning that chained a thousand extinctions into one apocalyptic front.

"Perish, you infuriating beast!"

The tidal wave of reality-warping doom erupted — a rolling wall of pure unmaking, miles high and horizon-wide, capable of erasing entire stellar clusters in a single breath.

Five more newborn worlds died in its path: one imploded into a ravenous black hole, another ignited into a hypernova so bright it burned shadows into the void, the rest simply ceased — matter, energy, time itself erased in silent, merciless wipes.

He twirled playfully through the wavefront, letting it part around him like water around a teasing finger, emerging unscathed with a wink.

"Whoops, slipped right through! You’re getting sloppy, love — those spells are big, but they lack... precision. Kinda like how you’re chasing me instead of just admitting you want what she got."

He darted a loop around her, close enough for his wingtip to brush her gown, sending runes sparking in protest.

"Did you forget? Mother is my woman too. What do you think she’ll say when she finds out you’ve been torching her pretty new realms just to chase her favourite son and her man? She might join in the fun... or punish you herself. Slowly~"

The witch froze mid-flight. Her grand mandala flickered, runes stuttering like a heartbeat skipping in terror. Genuine fear — cold, immortal dread — flashed across her face for one heartbeat.

Then it shattered into incandescent rage, her scream tearing fractures through space itself.

"Did you just brag about your taboo, incestuous harem? How dare you — after you fucked my little sister for three straight years until she can’t even walk straight anymore! And now you’re bragging how big your taboo harem has stretched even to your mother? You think that’s something to tease about, you twisted dragonspawn?"

He stopped dead in the star-strewn dark, purple eyes sparkling with sudden understanding. His laughter softened, turned curious.

"Wait... that’s why all this fireworks? You’re jealous your sister got railed until her legs gave out? Not because I touched her at all? Because I have never fucked you so brutal like that?" A pause. A grin. "Oh, witchling, that’s adorable."