“You want this?” Rykard asked.

  Starlight Wandering All Worlds kept its head lowered, sniffing the sphere of esoteric energy like a cautious deer did an offered treat. Confirmation flowed through their mental connection. An offering for an adjusted contract. The sphere would be handed over and the celestial stag would take Rykard around even faster. Two, rather than three, days to get to anywhere in his territory.

  Rykard let go of the sphere. It disappeared in the pitch-bck maw of the stag. It was borderline impossible to even see it open. The head of the demigod always appeared like a silhouette against the colr of stardust around his neck.

  “Wonderful,” Rykard turned to his travel companions.

  Lyvia finished giving new orders to the stationed members of the Regalia navy. They hardly needed them, but since the admiral was already coming through it was good to observe the chain of command. An official appeal had been made to allow men to take up residence. That would inevitably transform the coastal outpost into a city, as monster girl sailors turned into mothers, so they had to be careful about the permissions given.

  Rykard did still need the navy.

  Tess was waiting patiently for the permission to board. Occasionally, she snuck a gnce between envy and amusement at their newest travel companion.

  Only a short conversation had followed past Aclysia’s introduction into Rykard’s harem. The king had, on nothing but a whim, decided that all he needed to know about Aclysia to start with was her preferences. The answer had been: “I am eager to serve in whatever capacity you deem fit, Master.”

  Rykard had deemed it fit to assure Aclysia would be introduced to all of his harem simultaneously. How could he assure that when they would need three days to return home, stuck first in a boat and then in a carriage? The answer was easy: sensory deprivation.

  Since the primordial angel needed neither sleep nor food to continue functioning, tying her up like a walking art piece was simple. Brown rope ran in symmetrical patterns over her maid uniform. Ball gag and blindfold covered mouth and eyes. A near-invisible pair of plugs kept her ears sealed shut as well. Arms were behind her back, leaving only her legs free. She was constantly squirming around. Pussy juices dripped from her half-exposed cunt. A rope was pressing the front of her skirt into her swollen mons.

  Rykard grabbed her by that rope and pulled. An intense moan echoed through the ballgag. The dom smirked and changed his grip to a less stimuting segment of the shibari. He had not let her orgasm so far and he did not pn on offering her simple release either.

  Guiding her into the carriage, the king kept a close eye on her for the next two days. Safety measures were in pce, as there always should be when tying a submissive up like this. If she had wanted to get out, Rykard would have let her. Being a primordial angel and literal treasure tailored to him, she spent the two days in storage in a constant state of arousal. Rykard made it a point to have sex next to her at times. She would still feel the vibrations.

  “Home sweet home,” Rykard hummed when they arrived. It was evening, almost three days after they had departed from the Treasure Tile. About 8 days had passed in total since he had ventured out with Tess and Lyvia. Not a terribly long time to be on the road.

  Pleasantly, all of his haremettes were there to greet him. “”Welcome home, Master!”” they greeted him with the usual, submissive choir. Naked and prostrated, they awaited him with their heads lowered.

  “Get in line,” he told Tess and Lyvia. The door had barely been closed, that they dismissed their clothes in their individual fashion and did as ordered.

  Rykard left them like that, top-down bottoms-up. He wanted them to wonder what he was doing, especially those who were not yet aware of who Aclysia was. All of them must have noticed by now that he had brought one more woman home than he had left with.

  ‘Building anticipation is a very necessary skill,’ he thought. ‘Ruining it is the true mark of an expert though.’

  Rykard did ruin it. Not for the women on the ground, but for the wrapped-up maid who had been eagerly awaiting what came next for three whole days. All the king did was untie her. He loosened the ropes, pulled out the earplugs, removed the gag and the blindfold, and left the angel squirming for… something. He just smiled at her. She was confused, aroused beyond the point of comprehension, and he did not even smack her fat, pale ass.

  “Introduce yourself properly,” that was the order Rykard had for her: to be a functioning person. “Stand and look at your newest member.

  The unresolved anticipation made the virgin angel squirm and pant. She had to swallow to try to get herself under control. Delighted frustration made her muscles twitch. She cleared her throat. All of the current haremettes inspected her with anticipation. Miyo already showed an approving smile.

  When the primordial angel found her voice again, she did speak in an even, gentle tone. “My name is Aclysia. I am a primordial angel of the Divine Realm and reward to the conqueror of the Treasure Tile, Rykard of New Eden. As per his request and my manifested desires, I shall serve in whatever capacity he sees fit. My primary designation has been to serve as your maid.” She bowed her head deeply. “It will be my pleasure to ensure the cleanliness of the household and the quality of your food. Shall I be allowed, I will be honoured to serve as Master’s relief toy with you.”

  The maid straightened up again, to be met by the gentle caress of her cheek by Rykard. “Good girl,” he whispered into her pointy ear.

  The accumuted arousal surfaced intensely. Knees quivered, legs nearly gave, and Aclysia was one mild touch away from gushing all over the polished marble floor. Despite this, her hands remained diligently folded in front of her p. She refused to touch herself.

  Rykard cpped his hands, which was the signal for the naked women to step close and inspect their newest member. The king walked aside and dropped onto the couch in the foyer, watching as the introduction pyed out.

  Previously these introductions had been Miyo first and then everyone else simultaneously. The talk that had been had before he left about the internal structure of the harem, however, had stuck, giving it all order and an air of respectful ritual. The harem queen still took point, with Vyra and Ayama directly behind her, and Lyvia slightly to the side. The rest of the women remained another step back.

  “I am Miyo, the first woman of our beloved Master,” the redhead introduced herself. “I am pleased that we finally have a housekeeper in our ranks.”

  “I am most honoured that you accept me readily, head haremette,” Aclysia said with another bow. She was still quivering but kept her calm well. She moaned when Miyo put a finger under her chin.

  “Do not dare cum,” the vixen said.

  “Of course not, Master has not given me permission,” Aclysia swooned.

  “Has he kissed you before?” she asked and she nodded. One moment ter, Miyo pced her pink lips on that of the angel.

  It was a gorgeous sight. Both were pale, albeit Aclysia was as white as fresh snow, while Miyo was a simpler shade of pale. Both had green eyes. Both had pink lips. That was where the simirities ended. Aclysia was slightly taller. Their hair was different, one straight and white the other red and wavy. One was an angel the other a fox. They were different and yet both were his.

  The kiss had little in the ways of tongue and only sted for as long as Miyo dared to push it. The blush on Aclysia’s face went all the way down to her cleavage.

  “Welcome among us,” Miyo purred. “Will you prove yourself?”

  “Every day, if I must,” Aclysia swore. “The house shall be spotless for the glory of our Master, his harem and our children. I will be in your care, head haremette.”

  “I believe this is the beginning of a fruitful cooperation,” Miyo whispered, then took a half step back. “Let me introduce you to your fellow haremettes. Our numbers have not expanded so far yet that this ceremony should take too long. This is Vyra, my right-hand maiden, she is responsible for the matters of state and diplomacy.”

  The vampire woman stepped forward, huge breasts jiggling from even the subtlest of motions. Like Miyo before her, the bck-lipped Maiden of State kissed Aclysia, before continuing herself. “A pleasure to serve our lord with one more beauty.”

  “Subordinate to Vyra are Mena and Tena, the Blessed Twins of Tey...”

  “I look forward to spending time in your cleaning radiance,” Mena greeted.

  “Sorry in advance about the dirt I drag in,” Tena added jokingly.

  “...Tess, our resident Treasure Huntress…”

  The goth merely lowered her head in a quiet greeting.

  “...and Helenn, our Artificer Angel.”

  “It is so good to meet a fellow angel!” Helenn decred and flew on over, pnting a quick peck on Aclysia’s lips. “Oh? Should I not have done that? Is that a Handmaiden exclusive thing?”

  “It is not,” Miyo answered, amusedly. From his position on the couch, Rykard also chuckled. The whole procedure was rather loose and he liked it that way.

  “Right! Cool, so happy to have a… uhm… third angel? Fourth? Me, Hey, Tess and you. Not sure if Tess counts. Demons are totally angels though, just red ones. If you need any gadgets or power scrubbers or anything you just let me know! Oh and do feel free to use me as a cocksleeve to get Master off!”

  “Much as I appreciate that offer, I would prefer to be used as a relief toy myself,” Aclysia said, shamelessly.

  “Really?! Yay, a fellow cumdump! There’s so few of us around here! Well, uhm, actually, all of us really like getting filled up by Rykard, kind of the connecting fundamental tissue, but not a whole lot of others like to take it to the ‘I don’t even want to think I’m a person’ level, you know?”

  “I am aware of the reluctance others have towards total dissolving ones instincts in the service of love.” Aclysia csped her hands together, a sharp smile. “Time allowed, I hope to find my heart full in service to Master as much as my body already is. Not that I am not already infatuated! I chose to come here as a reward after all!” She cleared her throat, trying to reign in what was surprisingly aggressive rambling. Afterwards, her tone was back to the usual gentleness. “I was an observer but wiped my memories of what I knew. Please, continue to reveal to me the gorgeous women that I shall serve alongside with.”

  “Indeed. Helenn, you can chat more with her ter.” Miyo gently but firmly pushed the hovering shortstack back. “This is my left-hand maiden, Ayama, she is in charge of realizing our king and Master’s desires for his nation.”

  “A great pleasure,” the bunny dy spoke and kissed Aclysia as well. “Let us learn more over tea another time.”

  “Hey is with her as our Ambassador of Lust,” Miyo continued the introduction.

  Wordlessly, the succubus sashayed over and gave Aclysia the deepest kiss yet. Ten solid seconds of demonic and angelic tongues whirling filled the room with wet noises. When they separated, Aclysia was right back to panting. “You will serve well,” the red-skinned demonetted purred.

  “Last but by no means least, Lyvia is our Maiden of Military, in charge of assuring the security of the nation and the Estate,” Miyo introduced the admiral, who did as Tess and stoically nodded in greeting. “Future haremettes would likely be integrated into one of our pre-existing categories. Since we are direly cking in servant staff, I believe it is appropriate that you too are given the rank of handmaiden. Specifically, you shall be the head maid.”

  Aclysia bowed again, this time so fast and so deep that Rykard made pleasant note of her flexibility. ‘I suppose she is somewhat liquid,’ he thought, recalling her true form with her many-eyed wings.

  “I am unworthy of this honour!” the new Head Maid decred.

  Miyo again put a finger under the chin of the primordial angel. The white-haired woman was stronger than Miyo in every regard, Rykard did not doubt this. It would have been true if they were both at their peak and it certainly was true while the redhead carried a growing child in her. Yet, the power dynamic between them was absolutely clear in the two pairs of green eyes between them.

  “I will be the judge of who is worthy of the ranks in this Estate,” Miyo stated cooly. “I am the queen of his harem, the delegate Master chose to assure his enjoyment is not tainted by stress and drama. Prove yourself worthy of your rank and you shall keep it. Fail and one more suitable will take it. You will aspire to prove me right.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Aclysia said eagerly.

  Miyo shook her head. “I am no Mistress. I am every bit a toy of Rykard’s desires as you are. In our submission, we’re all equal. I am queen by virtue of the trust invested in me and sex sve by virtue of what I want to be. That is enough.”

  Aclysia and even the other haremettes were awestruck by the simple and clear way the redhead formuted her own position among them. That was Rykard’s signal to take hold of the situation again. He stood up and snapped his fingers. Instantly all attention switched to him. “To the bedroom,” he ordered them. “I have a new haremette to cim fully and then… I have all of you to y with.”

  There were reports Rykard should have listened to first, regarding the progress of the nation in his absence. If any of the women thought that he ought to do so first, they did not say it. Not even Miyo hesitated. His order was absolute and so they moved in an orderly procedure with him.

  Rykard had one arm around his first haremette and the other around his test. Behind him, the other eight women, all of them gorgeous, all of them mighty, all of them nubile, formed two loose rows of four. They chatted huskily as they walked.

  This was home.