Receiving a four-way blowjob while having two pairs of the rgest fathomable tits in existence shoved in his face was the right and privilege of a king. Rykard partook in it readily, right up until the moment Starlight gave him a mental note that they were approaching their destination.

  “Alright, time to clean up,” he told the gathered harmettes.

  With him were Tess and Lyvia, as his companions for the Treasure Tile, as well as Miyo, Vyra, Hey and Helenn, as the diplomatic envoys for the Hexagon he was about to pce. Ayama, Mena and Tena had remained home to take care of affairs. Ayama being trusted with this was the immediate stress test for the bunny dy’s fitness as the left hand of the harem queen.

  The process of cleaning and clothing themselves was swift. The inside of the carriage provided the necessary facilities for the former, then directly guided them towards the chambers where they had left the tter.

  “And there they are,” Hey commented, once they had left the carriage.

  It was in reference to the small crowd of smaller carriages that had set up camp at the southern edge of Maclis. It was an entire caravan of traders, bodyguards and opportunists that had gambled on Rykard putting his next Hexagon down at this spot - a gamble that they had won.

  The caravan was in hasty preparations to leave behind their current camp. While people packed up tents and gathered supplies, a corpulent man hurried over. The ck of a shirt and his overall hardened physique and pale skin pointed to an origin from Halyfa. “Greetings, my king!” he shouted as soon as the divide was small enough to make out facial features.

  “I suppose you are here to petition me for access to the Hexagon as soon as it is summoned?” Rykard asked the obvious question.

  The caravan leader soon stopped in front of the king and reverently dropped to one knee. “If you would allow me.”

  A thoughtful hum was Rykard’s initial response. He gazed out to the north-west. The border with the new Hexagon was going to be longer than his eyes could currently reach. There was no guarantee other people hadn’t taken up positions elsewhere. “Do you think your competitors would be as reasonable as you, were I to deny you?”

  “I know they wouldn’t dare to step foot in any of your new realms. I have it bck on white.” The man pulled a tube from his belt and presented it to Rykard. “We call it the New Trade Agreement.”

  Interested, Rykard opened up the tube and pulled out the rolled-up papers inside. It was a five-page document, written in equal parts business and esoteric nguage. Cutting through the red tape, it boiled down to an acknowledgement of Rykard’s authority in matters of who got to enter a new Hexagon first and to only begin trade after they had official confirmation from the Estate that the borders had been expanded.

  Pragmatic reasons for this were written pinly into the text as well. First and foremost, the traders acknowledged that they had no idea what kind of Hexagon was going to be summoned, so entering without first talking to Rykard was potential suicide. An undercurrent of the words was that they knew what would happen to them if they displeased their one-man army of a sovereign.

  “Anyone who breaks it, we will ostracize from the trading community,” the caravan leader assured. “None shall move into new territories without your permission.”

  Rykard rolled the paper up and put it back into the tube, which he then handed over to the still-kneel trader. With it, he announced his decision.

  “You may enter the Hexagon.” The caravan leader looked up. “I’ll be summoning an academy city. There should be plenty of opportunities for safe commerce there. Not a lot of resources to cim though.”

  “I understand,” the man answered, sounding equal parts disappointed and relieved. There was money to be made in risk, but risking on the very first assignment was a lot to ask. This situation was new for everyone in the caravan. Most people that Rykard summoned to his world suddenly found themselves in the middle of a situation that was more of a far-off legend. Most then continued to live a pretty mundane live. The few that were with this caravan were hoping for something greater.

  They could only be appuded for that. Adventure was the basis of prosperity.

  “Good. Don’t do anything that would make diplomacy any more difficult for my Miyo.” Rykard dismissed the man with a wave. He hurried back to his caravan, while the king turned to the empty frame in front of him.

  The summoning phrase spoken, he triggered the cascade of runes and magic that divine transported yet another double Hexagon to this new world. Pieces of dirt and rock piled up, rose above the ocean of groundwater, and gradually reached the height of the frame itself.

  Before long, a fairly typical sight appeared in front of Rykard. The elevation was average, hills and wavy pins breaking up the ftness, with trees and a few rge kes breaking up the monotony. Several houses were visible in the distance, but nothing Rykard would have beled a city. A look at the map revealed that they were just at the wrong side of things.

  “You’ll find the actual academy in the west,” he informed everyone. “Might as well take one of their carriages for yourself while you’re at it.” They had arranged for another carriage to follow them so it would pick up the pregnant women, but that would take another day to catch up with Starlight.

  The cosmic stag, for its part, was impatiently cpping its hooves on the ground. The summoned demigod hated staying still. Urging grew more impatient, so Rykard decided to make goodbyes short and kissed the haremettes that served as the diplomatic envoy one after another.

  “I hope you find something worthwhile,” Miyo purred, before letting him go.

  The journey to the Treasure Tile was eventless. Starlight Wandering All Worlds took them to where the Regalian navy had started the construction of a harbour. It had been impressive st time Rykard had checked and now it was practically a little city. A vessel was ready for departure the moment they arrived. Three days after departing from the newly summoned Hexagon, the ship stopped on top of the Treasure Tile.

  “A faint glow, but a glow nonetheless,” Tess hummed, her blue eyes piercing the water. Their target was several dozen metres down on the ocean floor. “How do we get down there?”

  Rykard was designing a spell in his mind that would serve them to that end, but Lyvia had an easier option in mind. “I could pull you,” she said, gesturing towards a rge, dome-like instrument in the middle of the deck.

  ‘I wondered what that was for,’ the king thought, inspecting it a bit more closely. It was, simply, a big reinforced shell. Parts of the hull were semi-translucent crystal, the rest alchemical materials that resembled the carapace which the fgship was made from. Basically, it was an underwater carriage that held in air and was drawn by members of the navy. Lyvia was more than capable of moving it on her own.

  It was the quicker alternative to whatever Rykard was concocting, so he and Tess got inside, sat down on the padded seats, and waited until the crane had lowered them to the water. After that, they watched Lyvia pull them down. “Now we just hope there’s air inside the structure,” Rykard joked.

  “There better be,” Tess answered with dry amusement.

  The two of them kept gazing out through the tinged, translucent crystal as the structure of the underwater treasure trove became more and more apparent.

  The glow that Rykard had spotted from above the waves was omnipresent. Large bell towers rose from the underwater superstructure. A small central node connected three massive temples. Stained gss windows glowed with divine light, and gold-ornamented marble shone with angelic radiance, the illumination interpying to turn the seafloor into a prismatic ocean.

  Concentric circles dominated the yout of the gothic architecture. Rings of gold covered in eyes and wings hovered above the central node. A fming sun at the centre opened into a pupil of judgment. “Things are about to get rough,” Rykard hummed.

  The pull on their carriage suddenly intensified. A radiant nce shot straight at where they had been a moment ago. Divine heat boiled the water, creating cavities of steam that swiftly colpsed under hundreds of metres of water pressure. A muted, singing sound scarcely pushed through the surface of the vehicle.

  “This could be an issue,” Tess remarked. “Do we have an emergency pn?”

  “I am the emergency pn,” Rykard answered with a yawn. “Not that we’ll need it.”

  Lyvia’s tail curved in the water, giving her the same explosive propulsion a crocodile would have benefitted from. The motion pressure inside the carriage got that little bit more intense, but the two superhumans inside were perfectly fine. Lance after nce of light illuminated the abyssal dark between the bright seafloor and the empty ocean they were still in.

  The harassment by the warden construct ended when they entered the temple grounds, once the nces would have hit the expansive structure of the temple, the eye at the centre of the concentric rings shut close. One after the other, the circles aligned in a horizontal position, giving the temple itself a halo. A golden beam at its centre marked their entrance.

  It was an open dome, held up by three dozen pilrs. The water stopped at the edge of the structure. Lyvia pulled the carriage inside, then opened up the tightly cd mechanisms. “I apologise for the rough ride, Sir.”

  “On the contrary, you deserve a reward for a service well rendered.” A swift grab by the base of her high ponytail pulled the taller woman against Rykard’s chest. Their small difference in height was counteracted swiftly by the submissive admiral bending her legs to put herself in the lower position. Her blue lips parted with stoic eagerness before his own even pressed on them.

  The kiss was wet and deliberately sloppy. Rykard tasted the salt of the deep sea on the leviathan dy’s lips. The hardness of her exoskeleton thinned until it had been fully absorbed back into her body, leaving only the softness of her breasts and the pleasant firmness of her muscles to be felt. The head find that repced the monster girl’s ears were spread out excitedly.

  Rykard broke the kiss once her nipples had become fully erect. Tantalizingly slow, he leaned up to her ear and whispered a single order. “Cum.”

  The command was absolute. Orgasmic waves ran through the system of the admiral. Half naked, the scales of her arms and legs still mostly formed, Lyvia stood in the middle of the environment, small trickles pussy juice running down the inside of her clenched legs. She moaned for her Master, like a good girl should, and yet still maintained her military posture.

  Rykard basked in the sight for as long as it existed. “I truly envy that ability,” Tess commented.

  “It is… one of the most advantageous attributes of my species,” Lyvia agreed, while regaining her calm. “Would you like me to continue on naked or shall I re-armour, Sir?”

  “Let’s be prudent.” While Lyvia re-grew her exoskeleton, he had a look around the chamber they were in. Aside from the forcefield that kept the water at bay, there was nothing much to the area under the dome. It was just ornate marble, gorgeous but without any rger purpose. A conspicuously vacant circle in the middle of the floor caught Rykard’s attention.

  Tess was simirly intrigued and already moved towards it. “An elevator if I have ever seen one,” she decred and gestured for the other two to follow her. Her hunch turned out to be correct and the ptform began to lower itself as they stood on it.

  They descended into a brightly lit garden. Grass, trees, and even animal lived within the vast expanse of the central node. It was a beautiful underwater paradise,warned by the artificial sun rays that came from the stained gss windows. Fruits were plentiful and much game frolicked about.

  The possibility for their meals put aside, the group of three focused on the three foreboding arches that held pitch bck doors within their frames. From the colour to the angur shapes, the doorways felt out of pce in this paradise. An obvious warning not to advance past them lightly. Spaced out evenly, it was clear that each doorway lead to one of the three rger complexes. One door was marked with the symbol for alpha, the other omega, and the third was marked by a simple circle.

  “We should probably clear this up now,” Rykard said as they stepped off the elevator. “Considering your and my fortune are now the same, I can assume that the condition of giving you first pickings is effectively void?”

  “No, I will still keep to myself what I want,” Tess answered pinly. With a soft smile, she added. “I will be generous in what I share. You can lead the way.”

  That worked well enough for Rykard.