Vyra paced alongside Rykard, half a step removed. The inseparable status of their bodies was ended not for a ck of desire, but purely due to her need to keep her parasol low and steady. The deep purple satin hid much of her from Rykard’s view as much as it hid her from the sun. One of the disadvantages of being taller than her.

  “A lovely home,” he heard her voice. “The greenery pleases me - even if it all is basked in bothersome radiance.”

  “How about the estate.”

  “It appears adequate.”

  The mansion was standing proud on the central hill of the grassy pins. White-gold walls, interspersed with tall windows and dark wooden doors, it was an impressive sight to the average person. To a pureblooded vampire from a dynasty governing a world of grandeur, adequate was the proper term of understanding.

  “The decorations are most impressive,” she added, as they got closer. While the estate’s size did not compare to imperial paces, the details added to its window frames and corners were of supreme craftsmanship. “You said your home was unified?”

  “The Troyk Empire governs over the majority of the world directly and the rest indirectly. My family was doubly insistent on trying to appease me through this dispy of wealth. ‘Noooo, brother, we totally don’t want to just send you away, look at how neatly we package your carriage!’.” Rykard chuckled at his own mockery of his family. “The foundations were good though. I do wonder if they watch me right now.”

  “My family doubtlessly has been following our little mishaps.”

  “Do you think they disapprove?”

  “Perhaps of the speed and the way I surrendered to you,” Vyra purred, tilting the parasol back once they stood in the shadow of the entrance gate. “Of the position I earned, certainly not. This is what us VanRaabs are supposed to do.”

  “Be cocksleeves?” Rykard asked.

  Vyra let out a single ugh. By now she got it when he was joking. “Only me, for you, Master.”

  Pants straining, Rykard shoved open the doors. Immediately, enchanted instruments picked up the soft melody of the cssical music of his home. Vyra let out a delighted sound at the complexity of the internal architecture. “Bright, but beautiful.”

  “Miyo!” Rykard shouted, and gestured for Vyra to get the curtains. The vampire dy lost no time. Careful not to expose herself to the rays in the process, she covered the two rge windows that fnked the entrance. The crystals in the chandelier above began discharging soft light in reaction to the change.

  Somewhere down one of the many connected hallways, Rykard heard a door close. Hasted footsteps followed. Naked soles on smooth stone, a sound almost entirely swallowed by the architecture. Everything in the estate was designed to make it easy to ignore the ongoing activities of servants and that included minimizing the sound footsteps made.

  Miyo emerged in the foyer with a st hasteful stride. Her breasts bounced as she caught herself, immediately changing from an eager jog to a submissive sashay. Swinging her hips and her, currently, singur tail, she approached, her hourgss covered by a fine dress of red cloth. Green eyes flickered to the vampire dy for one moment, but remained properly focused on him for the rest of her approach. Only when she had strut up to him, did she speak at all. “Welcome home, Master.”

  Rykard pressed his lips on hers. Immediately, the first of his harem melted into his embrace, throwing her arms around his neck and getting on her toes, all to allow him to dominate her tongue more with the demanding advances of his own. All surrender and moans, Miyo flushed a needful red within moments. For a second time, her eyes gnced to the side. Her back curved. The squish of her breasts pressed against his chest with more urgency than usual. A softness that, even if not as abundant as the vampire dy she was so adorably competing against, was its own heaven.

  As Master, Rykard could not tolerate such a dispy of competition - not if he wasn’t the one deliberately causing it. Of course, he had prepared himself for how he would introduce these two to each other.

  Breaking the kiss, Rykard bowed down to the ear of his vixen, blocking her view of the second haremette with the profile of his head. “Were you obedient while I was away, Miyo?”

  “Yes, Master - Every night I pyed with myself, for at least twenty minutes, never allowing myself release,” she panted. A simple brush over the smooth of her exposed shoulder had her moan under her breath.

  “Such a good girl,” he complimented her, making the hairs of her tails puff up for a few seconds. Swift as a cracking whip, he pulled away and ordered, “Both of you, against the wall, eyes on the floor and only the floor” He supplemented the order by pointing exactly what wall he was talking about.

  Red and green eyes snapped to the marble floor, like it had some kind of irresistible attraction to it. Women of great education and will marched to the wall, the entirety of their brilliance focused on wiggling their hips most enticingly. Banced bubble butts, left and right, stretched the fabric of their dresses.

  “Turn around,” Rykard continued his instruction, once they stood by the ornate wall. Not raising their gaze, they did. “Strip. No show. Just get out of those annoying things.”

  It took Miyo less than three seconds to loosen the magical csps that kept the shoulderless, red dress in pce. It cascaded, whispering, down her curves, revealing her naked curves in their complete allure. Hands folded above the base of her excitedly twitching tail, the fox woman stood still, rge chest pushed out and cunt already wet.

  Vyra needed more time to peel out of the various yers that protectively covered her skin. Gloves were pulled off in the kind of haste that was usually unacceptable for noblewomen, turning them inside out. The magical zipper that kept the dress closed at the front was undone in one smooth gesture, the entirety of it tossed on top of the discarded parasol. Thighhighs, panties and shoes followed rapidly. When the curvaceous vampire dy straightened up, her tits jiggled intensely. She wasn’t as wet as Miyo, yet. A fact that would doubtlessly change, given a few minutes at most.

  Rykard rubbed his chin and took in their barely suppressed, excited trembles. He made it a point to stand just close enough that both of them could see his feet in their periphery. Then, he walked to the nearby couch. Casually, slowly, he disrobed, orderly folding every article of clothing over the backrest.

  “Eyes on me and only me,” he ordered them, when he approached again.

  At twice the speed of them traveling to the ground, their gazes rushed to him. Both let out a lustful whimper, eyes roaming his athletic physique. Laughing a little, he let them take it all in. He hadn’t specified what part of him he wanted them to look at. They both, eventually, slotted in at the correct choice of his eyes.

  “Take a step towards each other.” They were shoulder to shoulder a second ter. “Kneel.” They dropped to the ground with no hesitation. “Present yourself.” A command with many meanings, but they knew how to read their dom. Bck and pink mouths parted, tongues extended until they pushed ever so slightly past the fullness of the bottom lip.

  Rykard ran his hands through white and red hair. Both women sighed wantonly at his touch. Eyes quivered, but they managed to keep them focused on his face, even as he pulled them closer together and as his cock pushed between their lips. Tongues immediately went to work, bathing his manhood, pping at him with the ingrained and natural need to please that every true submissive felt in their soul.

  Thrusting back and forth between their agape mouths, Rykard smiled down at them. He tested them, for a little while. Not once did they stop looking up at him, not even as their shared polishing of his rod made their breasts and shoulders rub against that of their fellow haremette. They were entirely devoted to the moment, until he told them otherwise.

  “What a wonderful duo of sex sves you are,” Rykard complimented them in a deep, husky voice. “Let me introduce you. Look at each other.” Meandering, their gazes wandered to the other. They continued to nibble on his cock, just as he kept thrusting at a leisurely pace. “My harem queen, meet Vyra VanRaab, pureblooded vampire and former ruler of the Exile Hexagon of Moydra. I knew what she was the moment I met her, and she surrendered her all to me in exchange for my continued excellence.”

  Miyo hummed approvingly, her cool-headed demeanor shining through even as she slurped her way up and down his shaft. He was giving them a little more space to move on their own, and they were using it to find an anti-cyclical rhythm. One went down as the other went up, always dragging their tongues over the hardness of his shaft.

  “My second haremette, sex sve, and nobly surrendered, meet Miyo Amaterasu. The one to whom I owe the pleasure of having become a proper dom. The love of my life, the mother of my first child, and the only person to have followed me to this new world. The ruby of my crown and the ripe apple of my eye.”

  “A pleashure,” Vyra slurred, tongue extended.

  “Likewishe,” Miyo responded.

  Those were all the words exchanged for the time being, as the service took precedent. Drawing his hips back a bit, Rykard presented Miyo with the tip of his cock. Immediately, she wrapped her lips around his engorged member. Vyra watched with growing respect, as Miyo glided down the entire length. She even bobbed back and forth several times, the head never leaving the moan-vibrating depths of her throat.

  When her turn came, signaled by the loud pop of Rykard leaving the vacuum seal of the vixen’s pink lips, Vyra tried to emute. By her nature, her gag reflex was lessened, and her disciplined upbringing served her further - but still she only managed three-quarters down before a warning cough went through her.

  Rykard did not let her pull all the way back, thrusting into the safe entrance of her comfort hole. Training her in manners of oral servitude would take a while, but that was fine. The casual deepthroating would be all the more rewarding for the shared journey of enabling it.

  After some time, he changed back to Miyo, then back to Vyra. Back and forth like that, often aggressively fucking Miyo’s face, while he allowed the second sex sve to push as far as she felt comfortable. She kept trying to go deeper, to please as much as his first set of holes did. That was the kind of competition Rykard liked to see.

  Getting closer to the edge, Rykard grabbed Miyo’s head with both hands. His fingers cwed into her skull. Hips moved with the rhythm and intensity of his drumming heartbeat. “Gck! Gck! Gck!” it echoed in the room, the debauched mixture of saliva and precum dripping from her chin. Miyo’s eyelids fluttered, the treatment pushing her to the edge of orgasm - and leaving her there. Hands still folded behind her back, she was not allowed the kind of direct stimution she needed to get off.

  Barely, Rykard reigned himself in enough to pull back, when his lust finally overflowed. Cum pumped into the mouth of a submissive, too well trained to swallow without permission. Jet after jet of white seed pooled in her hot mouth. Moans vibrated in the tight seal of her lips and her swirling tongue. Wanting every drop, she kept massaging all the sensitive spots she could find.

  Stroking his cock once, he pushed the st few drops out of his shaft, before pulling back. “Share,” he told Miyo, who turned to the positively stunned vampire dy next to her. It was always good to show a new submissive the level of skill she could reach eventually.

  Snapping out of it, Vyra received the kiss and what came with it readily. Rykard’s haremettes embraced each other as closely as their breasts allowed. They wanted to be as close as possible, to make sure as little of his seed escaped from their lips as was possible. Back and forth, gradually diluting from their saliva, until there was nothing really left and they separated.

  They looked to Rykard for further instructions and he made a dismissive gesture. That was all they needed to get talking. “A true pleasure,” Vyra reiterated. “Rykard spoke of you with the highest of praises.”

  “He can be a ftterer,” Miyo responded, almost drily. “‘Ruby of my crown’ - Creative, I give you that.” She winked at her Master. “I can see that he was enticed for more reasons than your beauty. You certainly have the enthusiasm.”

  “Thank you very much,” Vyra bowed her head. “I aim to please, midy - or do you prefer another title?”

  “Midy does confer a certain status to me…,” Miyo left the sentence dangling, waiting for the vampire dy to eborate on her understanding of the term.

  “Certainly, as first of his harem, and his decred harem queen, it is proper that I offer my services to you,” Vyra was as direct as ever, only stopping to lick her stained lips. “Do not hesitate to test my capacity to serve as an extension of your structuring influence, especially in the absence of the master of the house.”

  Miyo showed a short-lived smile, before leaning in for a second kiss.

  Following all of this, Rykard was pleased with himself. The two would have likely had a mutual understanding regardless of how he introduced them to one another, their characters were simir in the important ways, but to bind them in their mutual submission to him had given that a very solid foundation. It seemed that, at the very least, this first duo of his harem was going to get along splendidly.