It was the morning of the 27th of Novi, when they arrived home. Starlight Wandering All Worlds flowed apart, leaving the group of four standing in front of the rge Estate. “A proper pce for a man of your calibre,” Ayama remarked.
“And expanding,” Tess added, gncing at the nearby building projects. The nursery was about finished and many of the Buiga had begun construction on what Rykard assumed was a pce for the various messengers to stay. As the harem expanded, there would be fewer and fewer guest rooms for them to use. Plus Rykard did not want to run around his own four walls and bump into other men.
The harem greeted him, as per usual, within the foyer. Naked and beautiful, they awaited him. It had been barely a week this time, but that was still quite long to be separated from the mothers of his children.
“”Welcome home, Master,”” they chanted in unison.
“Up,” Rykard ordered them, then went through his regur inspection of their form and health. A week was little time for things to change and he still meticulously went over each of them. Not that he ever needed an excuse to caress and grope them as he pleased. “The marks are working as intended?” he asked.
“Your magic is as fwless as ever, Master,” Vyra assured.
“Yup, yup, no complications, just blissfully bred existence!” Helenn added.
“Surprisingly serene.” Hey ran a hand over the soft bump of her stomach. “Albeit it does annoy me that we were given a whole wagon of wine bottles and cannot drink them.”
“Much tribute has arrived in your absence, Sir,” Lyvia reported.
“The gardens are doing quite well,” Mena added.
“Did you actually get what you wanted or did you just pick up two more gorgeous things?” Tena asked.
Rykard took a step aside and gave Miyo the floor. The vixen pulled out the combined fan and presented it to the crowd. A simple gesture broke the obedient line. The harem surrounded Miyo to inspect her prize. Vyra took deep interest because of who owned the fan, while Helenn and Tena went sparkle-eyed because of how fancy it was. Hey, Mena and Lyvia all were appropriately dazzled in their own ways.
Miyo allowed herself the rare, exceedingly female pleasure of showing off what the master of the house had gifted her. The little smug smile and the way she downpyed the existence of it intertwined to make for the maximum amount of bragging Rykard had ever seen from his first love.
‘I should give my women what they ask for more regurly if it makes them this happy,’ he thought.
“Do you feel any stronger? Smarter? Faster?” Helenn bbbered.
“More in tune with my goddess, most certainly,” the vixen answered. “I believe the spirit in this fan has yet to reveal its true magnificence to me. Meditation will reveal more.”
The interest in the fan slowly waned, leaving the two new arrivals to the harem to be inspected by the current members. Lyvia’s attention shifted first and Rykard caught the rare and amusing phenomenon of two quiet types crossing eyes and immediately establishing a connection.
Lyvia stared at Tess. Tess stared at Lyvia. The two nodded in perfect synchronicity and that was about all that happened.
At the same time, Ayama walked towards the busty vampire dy in the room. “You must be Vyra?” the bunny girl asked.
“That would be correct,” the white-haired dy said. “To what do I owe the pleasure of being addressed first?”
“Our Master has granted me new youth and in doing so has revealed to me not only the splendour of serving in his harem, but the proper pce in the hierarchy. You are the primary handmaiden of our harem queen. I wish to support Miyo as you do.” Ayama bowed her head deeply, careful not to brush with her tall ears against the vampire in the process. “I hope we will be working together well.”
“A splendid resolution. I look forwards to our shared service.” Vyra bowed her head in turn.
Not as immediate as a connection as Tess and Lyvia, but the two had a temperament that matched and aligned goals. Ayama and Vyra began to chat, the vampire dy even taking it upon her to personally introduce her to everyone else.
Tess, meanwhile, grabbed Helenn.
“Uhm… hi?” the shortstack squeaked. “Usually only Master hold me this way… but you don’t do bedroom eyes so this is a little weird?”
“You are bright and shiny,” Tess drawled sarcastically. “I like bright and shiny.”
“I like big, tall and broody! Also I love big boobs and big butts!” Helenn bbbered in response. “Hey, hey, do you like being tied to the bed and used like a personal relief tool too?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my Subana, did we just become best friends?!”
“I don’t know, but you are adorable.” Tess turned Helenn around and proceeded to carry her like a big plushie. A surprising side to the gothic woman, but a welcome one. “Yes, you are Rykard’s property first, I know.”
“‘Course you know! You are a good girl, like me!” Helenn chatted. “Hey, hey, what do you think about whips and chains?”
“Excite me,” Tess drawled in her usual dry tone.
“Me too! Me too! What about…” The angel proceeded to chat for the two of them, something that Tess did not appear to mind at all. When Lyvia joined the ‘conversation’, Helenn proceeded to talk for three instead.
The handmaiden clique was predictable, but the two stoics and the chattermouth? That was an entertaining triangle to behold. In any and all cases, Rykard had given them enough room to do their initial bonding. It was time for him to enjoy the spoils of his lifestyle. “To the bathtub!” he decred loudly.
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The harem had officially outgrown the bathtub. Even if they had expanded the Master’s tub further to allow all 9 of Rykard’s women to find space in it, there would not be enough of him going around to be soaped up by all of the nubile women.
It was in part the futility of it that made the scene a little less of a closely-knit mess of writhing bodies. Since not all of them could fit anyhow, the going thought was that they did not all have to try. More importantly, the time spent away had not been that long and so the urgency to feel their Master’s body was not as intense as the st time.
Rykard did not mind the more rexed attitude. The haremettes that did not serve him directly were still nearby, ready to obey his command if he spoke it. Miyo and Vyra were giving Ayama a thorough grooming as a sort of initiation ritual to the status of handmaiden of the harem queen. Tess and Lyvia quietly cleaned themselves, the former occasionally asking the tter about where certain things were. That left Rykard four haremettes to attend to him directly.
Mena and Tena did, as they liked to, fnk him, cleaning his arms, shoulders, and sides. His legs were straddled, one each, by the very unequal pair of Helenn and Hey. Angel and demon glided up and down, covering his thighs with the soapy water that covered their enormous tits while swapping the privilege of deepthroating his cock back and forth.
“Yup, this is the life,” Rykard sighed and let the wood elf twins wash his bck hair. There was peace there.
“Your rexation is well-earned, but we should enjoy it in the knowledge of what has happened and how you grew,” Miyo said while spreading expensive oils through Ayama’s white-purple hair.
“That is the wise approach,” Rykard agreed and flexed a mental muscle to conjure the map of the world.
The unknown Contestant to the northwest had expanded massively, but otherwise, all was within projection. Loran had finally reached the other unknown Contestant to the northeast. Whether that would manifest into troubles for Rykard remained to be seen.
“So, do tell me how the nation has fared in the st week,” Rykard requested.
“The usual developments, milord,” Vyra reported. “The splendour of our nation grows and Mena has successfully sanctified a part of the garden for garner the favour of the gods of nature.”
“It was my duty,” Mena said, trying to downpy the achievement.
“Beyond that, the welfare of New Eden continues to be astounding. Money flows and technology has seen a mild increase. Helenn managed to share some of her less convoluted knowledge and that has led to some advances in the more… rural parts of the realm.”
Hey popped up from his cock. “Although there is a chance you’ll be accosted by people next time you leave the Estate.”
Rykard cocked an eyebrow. “Eborate?”
The succubus gripped the back of Helenn’s head and used the shortstack’s throat as a masturbation tool on their Master’s cock, while her red lips were occupied with forming words. “There have been repeated requests of the rising merchant css that they get to venture into a new Hexagon with you. You can expect that they’ll either follow you around or just camp out where they think you’ll next put a Hexagon. They want first access to potential new trading opportunities.”
Rykard hummed. That could be annoying or very useful. Having merchants that entered a Hexagon besides him meant that New Eden was casting a wider net and making a bigger impression. In theory that made it easier to convince the new Hexagons to join and it certainly made it easier to find and exploit any natural resources. On the flipside, these private interests may act against Rykard’s immediate designs, purposefully or not.
‘Well, I can just scare them off if I don’t want them around,’ Rykard thought.
His attention drifted to Tess after that. The gothic rogue was deepening her silent friendship with Lyvia by making out with her. Seeing two stoic women melt into each other’s embrace was deeply arousing, especially with the soapy water turning their skin into a shiny dispy. Large breasts squished against huge tits. Cunts gently slided up and down the thick thighs of the opposite.
“Tess,” he said her name and the blue-eyed woman’s attention shifted to him immediately. Both of them stared at him now, the veneration written onto their features. It was deeper for Lyvia, courtesy of her biology having made the love that was only starting in Tess absolute. It wouldn’t take long before Tess caught up with that. The amazing sex always helped with deepening love.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Do tell me of your talents,” Rykard ordered her. “I want to make sure I know how to best make use of you.”
“Obviously I am a capable thief and assassin.” Tess’ hands absent-mindedly kept roaming Lyvia’s curves as she spoke. “You have been given a glimpse of my fighting ability. Personally, I reckon I am at or above Benhuldran’s strength in a direct confrontation. Beyond that, I am a champion of the Bond Crow. I can make binding pacts. I don’t have a great interest in interacting with most people, however. I would be of the greatest use as a spy.”
That was her estimation, but Rykard could have something different in mind…
…and indeed he did.
“No, I think I have a better use for you and your talents.” Rykard took a dramatic pause, prolonged by Hey repcing Helenn’s lips with her own. ‘I did miss the semen demon,’ he thought, appreciating every bob of the hungry succubus’ head. “Tess, you’ll be our treasure hunter. While I am busy doing other things, I want you to procure any resources or artifacts that I have missed or that have been created since I visited a Hexagon. A royal family should have a royal vault - who has more right to the most powerful items in the nation than us, after all?”
Tess lips curled into a progressively wider smile as she heard him speak. “I suppose I have no choice than to satisfy your greed, Master,” she purred.
“Indeed you do not,” Rykard answered and tilted his head back. Spurts of semen pumped down Hey’s throat. The succubus’ tight walls vibrated around him, the density of his magic causing her orgasmic bliss as she partook in his essence.
Miyo cleared her throat and rose. The gesture grabbed the attention of everyone in the room. With rge, swaying steps, she made her way from the little indoor pond of heated water, where Vyra and Ayama remained, to the back of the bathtub. Sitting down on its edge, behind Rykard and Mena’s heads, the redhead let her authoritative gaze wander through the room. Once Hey had stopped spasming, she addressed the crowd.
“I have contempted the future of the harem during my stay. As of this current moment, we have 9 members, marking an addition of roughly 2 women every month since Rykard and I arrived in this world. Whether that expansion rate remains stable or not, I am certain that our Master’s sexual appetite can and will find additional females to add to our ranks. WIth this comes a problem. Ayama and Tess have found their way swiftly into our ranks, but as the numbers swell such swift additions will become more difficult. Structure is needed.”
“What do you propose?” Hey asked, a mild weariness in her tone.
“Nothing as inorganic as a fully stratified military command chain,” Miyo was swift to assure. “We are all equal as Rykard’s lovers and Master’s pets, of that there can be no doubt. However, he is not always around and an utter ck of order will not serve us as numbers mount. There will be a point at which a new addition to the harem will require days to have spoken to each one of us. It would be inefficient and daunting, at that point, for new women to just step into a room full of us. My proposal would be to enact a simple hierarchy that new haremettes can use to orient themselves as they integrate themselves into this web of retionships.”
The suggestion was met with contemptive silence. Rykard was thinking alongside them. On one hand, this was his harem so he had authority. On the other, this was primarily about how they dealt with the results of his desires and how they conducted themselves while he was away.
That aside, it was true that a total ck of hierarchy was going to lead to an inevitable catastrophe. All of his haremettes being equal was a wonderful principle, but if lived out it led to cshes and confusion. If no one was responsible for a certain thing, then no one was responsible for anything. It was the same as for any kind of social structure.
The harem already had an internal hierarchy anyhow, Miyo was simply proposing to make it more concrete so that future haremettes could sort themselves into the cliques and positions that best suited their temperament and interests. With that solid entrance point, they would find it easier to get to know the rest of the women in his harem as well. A raft to hold onto while swimming in unknown waters.
“I dislike such certain structures… but I do see the wisdom and utility in it,” Hey said and nodded. “What shape should it take? You will be at the top, no doubt.” It was a simple observation, to which the harem queen nodded.
“As the first of his women, that is my privilege,” the redhead stated. “The secondary ranks will go to my handmaidens. Vyra will be the Maiden of State, head of the members of the harem that have an interest in the welfare of New Eden. Ayama will be the Maiden of Desire, head of the members best suited to advancing the manifestation of the dream of a kingdom of harems. Lyvia, you will be Maiden of Military, head of anyone who specialises in the armed forces of New Eden and the protection of our Estate. This structure can be expanded as we acquire new members.” Miyo made a pause for anyone to speak up. “You can sort yourself into whatever category you desire. It is a loose structure by design.”
“Mhm, I suppose I will be aiding you, Ayama.” Hey was quite openly annoyed at the idea of being under someone that had just joined the harem.
Ayama, of course, noticed. Before Rykard could consider if or how he could comb over that difference, the bunny concubine prostrated herself before the succubus. Hands and forehead on the ground, she spoke softly, “VIew me as the link between you and the queen, honoured senior. I greatly anticipate working with you.”
The haughty succubus smiled lightly, visibly appeased, then returned to working Rykard’s manhood. “Uhm, I guess I work under Vyra?” Helenn asked. “I mean, I’m cocksleeve first, artificer second, but in official business I am the artificer of the house, so…”
“Your service would be appreciated. Mena, Tena, I would also request that you two work with me.”
“Works for me,” Tena answered first.
“We shall serve for the good of New Eden and the faith of the Twinned Goddess,” Mena added.
“As treasure huntress, I’ll fit best into the matters of state,” Tess said.
Lyvia nodded in agreement. That left her without current subordinates, but that was fine. After all, none of this was about separating them and more about having guidelines about who went where with what issues.
Rykard wove the new information into a quick illusionary graphic that he dispyed in the air for everyone to see.
“That will work,” he said and dismissed it again. “Now that we have concluded your side of business… let’s see how I have grown.”
Immediately, the haremettes all crowded up behind him. Ayama and Tess were a bit slower in it, cking context. Once they were informed by sensuously whispering peers, they were every bit as curious. Watching their man grow more powerful was like an aphrodisiac to his women.
Decent and steady increase among all categories. Rykard certainly felt like he had a better grip at unspoken threats after dealing with these rude subjects. A little crooked smile here, a lowered chin there, and people would understand that his words were backed by force without the need to resort to violent posturing.
The increases seen, the haremettes returned to their duty. Helenn and Hey had their fair share of his manhood. Ayama and Vyra took their position instead, the former positively gleaming after all of the grooming she had received at the hands of her queen and fellow handmaiden.
Miyo ran her fingers through Rykard’s thick hair. “Before we lose ourselves fully to the ecstasy of serving you as one harem, would you enlighten us what your next move is?
Rykard would obviously stay the day to rex, that much was tradition. After that, he had a vast number of choices. There were more requests to fulfil, he could spend a little more downtime with his haremettes, he could go after another goal by pcing down a Hexagon without one of the harem’s quests in mind or he could take Starlight Wandering All Worlds and go scout out another Contestant.
“My decision is simple,” he announced after minimal contemption. “Tess, Lyvia, and I will be going to the Treasure Tile. I know that I still have requests to fulfil, but this one promises the most immediate reward. Plus, I made a pact on it.”
The haremettes took this announcement with simple nods. A calming reaction to Rykard, who had wondered if they would take this as him pushing back their stated desires back again. Either because Tess was now one of theirs or because the Treasure TIle promised such vast potential riches, they did not compin. Rykard wouldn’t have minded if they did, he was certain he owed Tess this and would have followed this path regardless, but it was still nice to have harmony.
“I assume, then, that we will be left with diplomatic efforts in the meantime?” Miyo asked.
“Indeed,” Rykard confirmed. “We will go together to the empty spot south-west of Erira’s northern half. It’s the closest spot. There, I’ll be summoning a double Hexagon with the phrase ‘An academy city, with universities of magic, science and arts’. The inhabitants of such should be amenable to diplomatic efforts.”
Again, agreement all around.
And thus, the path was set.
