Time to deepen that bond.

  Rykard whistled. Ears twitched and heads turned. The conversation between the two submissives came to an immediate stop. “”Yes, Master?”” they asked, in perfect unison.

  “You’ll make for a good backbone of this estate,” he complimented them with a genuine smile. “Wilful when you need to be, exactly what I want, when I tell you what that is.” They beamed with joy at his words. “Right now, the two of you are a set of three pleasant holes each. Let me show you what we call the useful parts of a sex sve around here, Vyra. Both of you - Up.”

  Standing, the sheer wetness dripping down their thighs was unmistakable. Still, Miyo was the visibly more excited of the two. This could have been for reasons of her continued desperation, because she got the rougher treatment of the two, because she simply was more conditioned when it came to sex or just because she got wet easier than Vyra.

  Rykard positioned himself between them. His hands explored the swing of their waists down to their hips, squeezed round asses, then ventured between nicely shaped thighs to brush over their dripping quims. The simultaneous sighs from the two turned into long moans, when two of his digits pushed into them.

  “Walk,” he ordered them, pushing them with his shoulders as much as the hands pressing into their juicy backsides.

  It took a little while for them to find a unified pace that worked. Even with all the instincts of good girls, the pair of cocksleeves had to get their excited trembling under control, while fingers rubbed their sexes, and the different lengths of their legs only complicated this further. Giving it all to instinct, they eventually managed to advance at a slow, but steady pace. Every stride drenched Rykard’s fingers further.

  Miyo swayed like a drunk, while they marched through the corridors. Her expression was empty, her eyes gss, and her hips rocked forwards and backwards constantly, grinding against his fingers. Combined with the stains the earlier abuse of her mouth had left, she was the very image of a properly trained sex sve.

  Vyra had slightly more grace, remaining proudly upright, even as the pre-orgasmic shivers added hesitation to her steps. Left and right, both women were resting against his shoulders as much as they could, relying on him for bance. A trail of honey drops was left behind them.

  Their breathing accelerated, but each time they were about to release, Rykard pulled his hand back and just fondled their ass for a little while. A game that continued until they had reached his quarters.

  The door was just leaning, so Rykard simply gave it a simple tap with his foot and shuffled his arm candies inside. From his personal living room, over to his bedroom, and then to the bed itself. Once at the king-sized bed (too small for what he had pnned in the long term, but appropriate until he had about six haremettes), he climbed on top of the mattress. “Miyo.” One word and a wave of his index finger was all it took for her to follow. “Vyra.” He pointed at the spot at the side of the bed, from which she could watch. “No touching yourself.”

  “Yes, Master,” she voiced her understanding.

  “Good, first…” Laying on the bed, back propped up by a rge, particurly firm pillow, Rykard grabbed Miyo roughly by the hair. The masochistic redhead moaned wantonly, as she was dragged to his crotch. “...a sex sve’s comfort hole.”

  Miyo opened her mouth wide, easily taking his full length inside. She had to hold herself back, to give Rykard even the hint of resistance as he pushed her down. Instincts told her to start bobbing immediately, but as a thoroughly trained submissive, she knew to just follow the push and pull of her dom. As long as his hand was present, her head was just a tool for him to move as he pleased.

  Rykard turned his attention from the lips stretching around his shaft to the eagerly watching, white-haired vampire dy at the edge of the bed. “Your mouth is here to serve me,” he told her in clear terms. “When I want to rex, when I want a pleasure to mildly entertain, this is your go-to option. Of course, I can always escate it further.”

  Pushing himself off the cushion, Rykard grabbed Miyo’s head with both hands. On all fours in front of him, Miyo trembled all over in utter excitement, up until the moment he started fucking her face again. His balls smacked loudly against her chin, her nostrils were buried in his hairless groin, and she let out needful cries. Still, the desperate redhead had not been allowed to orgasm.

  After just a little while of the rough treatment, Rykard let go. His cock out of her mouth and throat, Miyo’s upper body colpsed on the mattress. Taking rattling breaths, she remained as she was, only giggling adorably when she was scratched behind her rge fox ears. “I can take all of you however I want, right?”

  “Yesh, Mashtahr,” Miyo surrendered her sexual autonomy all over again.

  “Your mouth is my comfort hole, Sve,” Rykard said loudly. “To use to help me rex. Repeat it.”

  “My mouth is your comfort hole, Master.” Vyra eagerly absorbed the lesson, visibly growing wetter as she said it. “To use to help you rex.”

  “Good girl.” Rykard patted Miyo’s head one more time, then circled around her. The top remained down, the bottom up - especially once Rykard put the tip of his cock against her sphincter. It was already covered in lubrication from all that had happened so far. The only pause he took was to weave a spell that made what followed unquestionably clean. “Your extra hole - an uncreative name, but it works well enough.”

  “Massssssssst— Masss…. Massteeeee-” Miyo screamed in all but pain, when her backdoor was pushed open by his advancing cock. Her cunt gushed, her toes curled, her fingers cwed at the sheets, and all of her was as taut as a bowstring. Too taut for a humanoid body to sustain for long.

  Rykard invaded her quickly. Despite her universal tenseness, her asshole remained loose enough to be penetrated. With one more push, he filled her completely and then said the single word Miyo most needed to hear: “Cum.”

  The redhead exploded. Muscles of her lower body shifted all around, moving the tight depths of her backdoor around his cock, while gush after gush of pussy juice rained down on the bedsheets, turning the dark fabric even darker.

  Miyo was silent for the first part of it. Then something gave, her spine curved, and she screamed at the ceiling. A long, primal cry, that Rykard had to raise his voice to overpower. “We might call it ‘extra’ but your asshole is every bit as fuckable as your cunt and you’ll be trained accordingly!”

  Colpsing back into the sheets, Miyo was all twitches and blissed-out gasps. Rykard casually fucked her back entrance. Her sphincter had been stretched enough and her hips were ever the nice pce to grab. The sound of her lustful grunts and jiggling ass underlined his words.

  “All of you is mine. Fucking your extra hole is my right, Sve. Whether I prefer the sensation or think you’ll enjoy it more, it doesn’t matter, because all of your holes are mine. Repeat it.”

  “All of me is yours. Fucking my extra is your right, Master. Whether you prefer the sensation or think I’ll enjoy it more, it doesn’t matter, because all of my holes are yours,” Vyra swooned, her tone all too dreamy for the depravity she was uttering. Doubly so for a woman who had not yet had his cock in that hole.

  “Good girl,” he said and she shuddered. Departing with a smack to Miyo’s ass, Rykard pulled out. The agape sphincter twitched. More pussy juice ran down her thighs, aftershocks making the vixen tremble.

  Manhandling her all over again, Rykard moved Miyo onto her back. Her panting grew ever louder and she outright screamed when he smacked his cock down on her swollen bia. To reign in the volume of his demonstration slut, he grabbed her by the throat and pressed her into the sheets.

  “Your third and most important hole goes by two names, depending on what I want that day and what I have already done.” Rykard rubbed his cock alongside the length of her pussy, until he finally caved to his desires and started to press into her. “Commonly, we’d call it the proper hole, because at all times this… tight… wet… wonderful… gripping… crevice…!” He bottomed out inside the practically vibrating woman and let out a strained sigh. “Is always proper to offer. Men all desire nothing more than to stretch out these folds!”

  “Massshteeeer!” Miyo screamed, the second her windpipe was released. With all the need of a submissive, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Like a sloth onto its tree branch, she hugged onto her Master for security, moaning primarily.

  Hard and fast, he was fucking her. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room as wet smacks and animalistic grunts. Underneath the simplistic in and out id the learned and natural compatibility of their bodies. Over and over again, his rge cock scraped over her most sensitive spots. The way he buried her under his rger frame had the mind of Miyo entirely suppressed, leaving behind only a submissive slut that existed solely for him.

  Her tits squished against his chest. Her lips travelled up and down his neck in constant kisses. That was, when she was not busy screaming at the top of her lungs, getting mercilessly hammered from one orgasm to the next, until she was squirting all over again. Eyes rolled up, the cocksleeve’s folds gripped him tightly, so drenched he could keep moving despite that.

  Lost in ecstasy, the sex sve could barely even gasp in disappointment, when he slowed and pulled away. In pin old missionary, he continued to thrust in and out of her at a moderate pace. The hypnotic sway of her breasts held his attention for almost half a minute more, then he looked back over to Vyra.

  The vampire dy was at the edge of what she could sustain. Bowing forwards, her enormous tits dangled down from her chest, two bags of snow white. The inside of her thighs glistened, as if brushed with oil, and her hands struggled to not roam to the source of her wetness. She was breathing, depravedly, through her mouth.

  Rykard beckoned her over and she hastened to obey. Moving her on top of Miyo, the Master pyed with the shapely bubble butt of the pureblood, as he wrapped up his lesson. “The second name for your cunt is breeding hole - for the obvious reason that your womb belongs to me as much as all parts of you that bring me pleasure.” He lightly touched her pale pink womanhood and drew a long strand between it and his fingertip. “Your proper hole, your breeding hole, for my pleasure or procreation, belongs to me. From bia to womb, you’re mine, Sve. Repeat it.”

  “M-myyy proper hole, my breeeedin’... breeding hole, for your pleasure or procreation, belongs to you, Master! Master… from bia to womb, yours, Master,” Vyra delivered her pledge as best as her desperate mind could remember.

  “And if all I do is use another woman’s cunt to fill you with my seed, what is your reaction?” Rykard asked.

  “Please, Master, breed me!”

  That was the correct answer. Rykard pulled out of Miyo and realigned himself with his second cocksleeve in a split second. Without hesitation, he rammed into the fresh breeding hole, feeling the tightness and the challenge her still unconquered womb posed. A little more direct stimution, and she would have likely come just from him shoving his cock all the way inside her.

  Instead, it was the wild, selfish way Rykard fucked her that did it. His entire goal was to get off, to underline truly that she agreed to be used in all the ways he intended. That she was a screaming, quaking mess regardless of his self-centred pounding said all it had to about her belonging in this position.

  With just a few more thrusts, Rykard pushed himself over the edge. Pressed against her pliable ass, he came. A rush overcame all of his senses, nearly drowning out Vyra’s shouts of bliss. The lightning in his vision surged each time his shaft tensed, gradually ebbing away, as the force and size of each individual spurt decreased.

  Remaining inside her, Rykard rolled his shoulders and head, loosening up while the folds around him tensed. Bit for bit, she wrung the st few drops of cum out of his shaft. Gradually, the heated air in the room decreased.

  “That was… wonderful,” Vyra gasped, looking over her shoulder.

  “Was?” Rykard asked, in an amused tone. Underneath the vampire dy, Miyo’s green eyes reflected his mirth. His still hard cock twitched inside Vyra. “We are far from done.”

  The announcement made the vampiric sex sve go wide-eyed. “Oh, Master!” she cried, folds cmping down on his rock-solid rod. Just the mention of his title seemed to make her shiver and gush. In due time, perhaps the progression of Rykard’s power would actually let him bestow them the pleasure of climax as a reward for good behaviour on its own.

  For now, he resorted to the traditional reward for submissive masochists: a smack to the rear. The shapely curve of her presented behind jiggled pleasingly. Her spine curved with renewed bliss. Rapidly, the air was filled with the buzz of lustful entanglement again.

  Rykard felt at the top of his game, thrusting his unquestionably erect cock in and out of Vyra’s folds. The second sex sve moaned ceaselessly at the attention, her pent up desire from watching far from released. Another hard smack to her ass made her toss her white hair back in a cascade of wild need.

  Catching the pale strands, Rykard pulled them into a taut reign. A true gush of pussy juice accompanied the climactic scream of the noblewoman. ‘An almost literal hair trigger,’ he thought to himself, and yanked Vyra’s head back a little further. Her hairless cunt gushed, the second orgasm following while the aftershocks of her first were still echoing up and down her spine.

  Past the pale shoulder of the vampire sve, Rykard saw his first haremette. A pyful pout was yered atop her lust-consumed expression. Index finger pulling at her pushed-up lower lip, her green eyes utterly consumed by the mixture of delight and personal need.

  “How do you feel, having been used just so I could pump a load into this breeding hole?” Rykard’s question was underlined by the steady, soft impacts on the vampire’s ass. He was fucking her at a nice, steady pace, the kind that he could maintain for a while and that was aiming at all those sensitive areas he was rapidly finding inside her.

  “Utterly wonderful, Master,” Miyo swooned, biting her index finger between sentences. “If I had any doubts about being your harem queen, they now have been fully dispersed. Ah, to see you turn someone else into such a good girl…” Miyo stopped for a moment. Vyra had let out a depraved shout and that made the redhead inhale with deep longing. She shuffled in the sheets, the needful shuffle of a woman that needed so desperately to touch herself but was not allowed to. “Breed her, please,” Miyo pleaded. “Give our little one a sibling. Find more. Train them. Make them all like us.” Wrapping her arms around the chest of her junior haremette, the vixen reached down to spread the snow white ass of the vampire sve. “All that you want is yours, Master.”

  Rykard grunted in acknowledgement. The begging of his first woman to impregnate the second made his cock harder than he thought it could have been - leaving him with little capacity for thought. To just keep pounding Vyra from behind, that, he knew, was no longer enough.

  The vampire dy was in the throes of her third orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out. Both women shivered, anticipating what he would do next, when he picked them both up with superhuman strength and telekinetic magic. They nded, soon, on a pedestal of firm cushions, putting them at an elevation that made it so much easier to appreciate their stacked holes.

  Immediately understanding her Master’s intent, Miyo crossed her legs with that of the orgasmically shivering vampire sve. Pressed together as tightly as possible, there they were. Two holes at the bottom, both agape, Miyo’s cunt and asshole twitching in anticipation of their next use. Up above, Vyra’s breeding hole was in a simir state. Seed trickled out of her, mixing with the love juices of her fellow, clean-shaven cocksleeve as they instinctively rubbed against the other. Above that y the virgin asshole of the vampire, the clenched entrance a few shades darker than the rest of her pale form. All of that was framed by shapely cheeks and thighs, underlined by the wet smacking of skin, covered in sticky fluids, softly moving and the little gasps of the inadvertent clitoral stimution of their grinding.

  Rykard weaved the cleaning spell for the second time. Not knowing what was affecting her, Vyra resisted for a moment, then she surrendered to the touch of his mana. A vampire did not pass solid food, really all of that was just a remainder of the time they had been traditional life, but hygiene still came first.

  Although he took two handfuls of her plush ass, Rykard did not align himself with the cleaned extra hole. Instead, he penetrated Miyo once more. “Thank you, Master!” the willing sex sve shouted, her fingertips digging into Vyra’s back. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thaa-a-a-aaaannnnk yooouuuuuuu!”

  The one-woman symphony continued, while Rykard smugly beheld what little of her he could see. Barely more than her eyes and ears peeked out above the shoulder of the taller woman on top of her. How much she could rock back and forth despite the tight embrace with her fellow female was a testament to just how big the cushion between them was. Titanic tits were squished against rge breasts. An ocean of flesh that Rykard would have loved to see.

  As, following the jiggle of asses and thighs was the best he could get, while continuously smming into the tight depths of her backdoor. Spasms made the submissive vixen cause the upper half of the stack to rise. Her eyes rolled up, as she screamed out her lust in a single, venerating phrase, “I LOOOOOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”

  Rykard pulled out from the orgasmic clenches of her sphincter and smmed into her pussy instead. From rolled up, to nearly vanishing, her eyes further moved up in their sockets. She gushed like a fountain, something that Vyra felt, looking over her shoulder with an awestruck gaze.

  Rykard spanked her ass again, making the vampire sve nearly match Miyo’s volume for a moment. “Please your fellow sex sve,” he ordered simply.

  As if she had only waited for those words, Vyra turned back to face Miyo. The redhead’s face disappeared entirely from her Master’s view, covered by the head and hands of a white-haired woman that desperately craved more. Muffling the screams of delight, their kiss made both women writhe in ever-growing lust. They still had not reached the pinnacle of how much they could turn one another on.

  The waves of squirting pussy juice ebbed away, and with that Rykard smoothly switched from one breeding hole to the other. Vyra went rigid. This time, the insertion was enough to push her over the edge immediately. She tried to hold the kiss for one moment, but then howled at the ceiling all over again.

  Miyo audibly tched onto the tits now in front of her. Sucking sounds accompanied the scream, which only grew louder. The enormous mounds were sensitive at the worst of times, and the vixen immediately realized this. Concentrating more of her effort on them, she had her junior in silent, trembling ecstasy.

  Rykard moved smoothly. Arms hooked under legs, fingers locked behind a slender neck, and then he raised the vampire sve up in one effortless motion. A nipple popped free from Miyo’s lips with a sucking sound. Feet pointed up in the air. Vyra let out a sound minorly confused but mostly just delighted. Folded together between his strong arms, she had never been closer to truly being just a set of holes than at that moment. Her ass emphasized, her cunt stretched open, her tits covered most of her rolled-up midriff, and her mouth was agape from steady, wordless panting.

  Lifting her higher, Rykard gave her a single order, “Rex,” before he slipped out of her cunt. Less than a second ter, he had lowered her back down on his cock - except it was her virgin asshole that he now pushed against.

  Vyra followed the order splendidly, practically turning gooey in his embrace. Overflow from her cunt and his precum turned her backdoor into a thoroughly lubricated entrance, one that he pushed open with little resistance.

  Her backdoor was, like Miyo’s, a tight hole with an even tighter entrance. The walls of her third hole shifted, as the consciously rexed muscles twitched from the pleasure of his invasion. To keep track of when she hadn’t been cumming would have been easier than to say when she reached her next orgasm, so when Vyra cried that was just the norm of the situation.

  “Shhhhhoooo fuuuuullllll,” the vampire sve slurred, when he had pushed all the way inside her. “Ah! Laaa-a-dy Miiiii-YOOOOOOOOO!”

  The gasp had begun when the vixen had run her tongue along the pussy of her fellow sve and turned even louder when she added her fingers. “I am no dy here,” Miyo reprimanded, as harshly as a submissive could talk to another.

  Not harsh enough by Rykard’s standards. “Keep eating her out,” he ordered and immediately that became the entirety of the redhead’s focus. Her eyes were locked on the empty quim of her fellow sex sve, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. An attention necessary, to keep her efforts up while Rykard began thrusting into the vampire. “She’s no dy. Right now, she is just like you, my personal property. You’re equal in being my toys. There’s only one person you honour with a title while I have my fun with you, understood?”

  “Yes, Master! Sssss-o-orrrryyyy, Massshteeeeehr!” Vyra apologized, while being made to bounce in front of him. She had no other choice, being well and truly just a toy that he used, entirely confined by the strength of his arms. The order to rex was still in pce, and she followed it wonderfully, entirely giving herself to the moment.

  Enormous tits cpped, as they circled with each up and down of her entire body. Thighs quaked, insides clenched, pussy juice gushed over Miyo’s features. Finally, the heat in the room reached a level of lust that Rykard could not see increasing, not when he was about to reach his limit.

  The sight was just too much. Stained with sweat and each other’s fluids, the two haremettes were entirely removed from their noble origins, and entirely consumed by their status as his property. Every scream and every p, every twitch of their feminine curves and every word they managed to press out, all of it was dedicated to his fulfillment.

  Feeling his orgasm approach, Rykard pulled out of the deflowered ass and rammed back into Vyra’s cunt. Miyo’s tongue circled around her clit, their Master could feel the soft pressure against his shaft, as he entered the final sprint.

  Vyra’s eyelids fluttered. Crimson was reduced to a sliver at the top. Squirting waves soaked into Miyo’s hair, making even more of a mess of the first sex sve. In the st moments, Miyo took a liberty. The kind that Rykard would forgive.

  She let the hammering of her Master be the sole source of Vyra’s ecstasy. Each thrust prolonged the gushes, which continued to rain down on the fox woman as she bowed down to Rykard’s sack. “Fill her with fertile seed,” she begged, her words brushing over his sensitive skin. “Give my child a sibling.”

  Rykard thrust up into his second cocksleeve one st time. As his balls tightened, Miyo showered them in kisses and loving ps of her tongue. The resulting spurts up in Vyra’s vice-like cunt were intense. Gush for gush, he filled her up. The consistent orgasmic shivers wrung every st drop out of him.

  It was all pressure building up and pressure releasing. A constant stream of both, like a broad river being pushed through a dam. It felt like an eternity, but eventually the release outpaced the pressure and all that was left was waning strength.

  He managed to lower Vyra before his arms gave out. The vampire dy twitched, a dopey smile on her lips, incapable of more movement. Miyo, despite having had a bit of room to recover, colpsed close to her. Even if the finishing touch was not hers to have, the redhead had definitely had her fill.

  Rykard colpsed between the two of them and just passed out.

  A quick nap, then he would check on his progress.