The massive bed looked small compared to the number of people in the room. An extension was now direly necessary. Rykard’s harem had officially reached the double digits with the addition of Aclysia. He had some intention to slow down, but none to stop anytime soon.

  “On the bed,” he said, squeezing Aclysia’s round ass before letting her go. “Present yourself. You too,” Miyo bit her lower lip and nodded. Both women climbed into the white sheets of the king-sized bed. They moved all the way to the wooden headrest, propped themselves up against the pillows, and then lounged for his viewing delight.

  Aclysia’s clothes disappeared, leaving her as naked as Miyo and the eight women who came to fnk the rge bed. They would whet their appetites by observing it all, as true haremettes should. If Rykard felt generous, he may even allow them to touch themselves. Today, he did not feel generous. He wanted them to be desperate by the time he got to them. Eight days apart was a notable stretch and that hunger would make everything that followed that much sweeter.

  The two women on the bed only wore chokers. Aclysia’s was bck, Miyo’s red, both of them were simple things with barely any decorations. Above Aclysia’s head, her ever-changing halo glowed with argent light. Next to her, Miyo sat surrounded by her fluffy tails.

  The primordial angel was to the left, from Rykard’s perspective. Her breasts were small, especially compared to Miyo’s, but her hips were notably wider than that of the redhead. Aclysia dared to have a hand move to her cunt. She only did it to show just how swollen her moans were. Miyo cutely put both her hands over her baby bump, hiding her pussy from view. Despite knowing what he would find there, Rykard was enticed by the pyful denial of his favourite view.

  They looked almost innocent, next to each other like that. They smiled softly and gazed patiently, but neither of them could keep their moans to themselves when Rykard stripped out of his clothes. He did it swiftly, utilizing magic to have the many yers loosen themselves. They floated off to a nearby chair, where they orderly folded themselves.

  Rykard moved across the bed with all of the certainty of a lion surrounded by his pack of mates. Once he had arrived with the two haremettes, he ran his hands through their silky hair and pulled them both close. He kissed Miyo, he kissed Aclysia, and then he kissed both simultaneously. Long tongues wrestled in a three-way fight that they were destined to lose. They couldn’t win. They could never win, not against him. Everything inside them craved his ultimate victory over them and this world.

  “Master,” Miyo cooed.

  “Master,” Aclysia echoed.

  “Good girls,” Rykard purred and felt their delightfully simir trembles. “Guide me into her, Miyo.” As great a fan of forepy as he was, he had spent the past three days waiting for this moment.

  The redhead eagerly crawled over. Slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, as soft lips descended. Swirling, the tongue of the first haremette mixed her saliva with the precum drooling from her Master’s cock. Once the engorged head was nice and shiny, she backed away. Pumping and polishing motions spread the lubrication all over his manhood. Then, finally, she guided her dom to his next conquest.

  Aclysia y on her back, hands on her chest, and waited for him to do with her as he pleased. “You’re eager for our Master,” Miyo whispered approvingly and pushed the head of Rykard’s cock against her pretty pink petals. “Aren’t you?”

  “Yessssss,” Aclysia hissed. There was madness there. The kind of insanity eroticism brought to people. It threatened to break out in a torrent of other words. Rykard thrust forward, transforming it all into a series of gasps and moans.

  “Not yet,” Rykard told her. The muscles under her ft midriff pulled taut as she clung to his order with every fibre of her being. “Not yet.” Her back arched and she was vibrating. “Not yet.” He was sinking deeper and deeper into her. Tight walls moved around him with more than the usual twitches and spasms. “Not yet.” The stress made her halo and colr morph unsteadily. Her face was a mask of strain. He bottomed out against her swollen mons. “Cum.”

  The deflowered angel closed her mouth with an audible cck. Clenched teeth sat pearly white between pink lips. Green eyes rolled upwards. A lustful blush seeped all the way into her pointy ears. All of her being became tense, her pussy a messaging, clenching sleeve around his manhood.

  Rykard remained put his hands on her hips and slowly, casually thrust in and out of her. Thick thighs jiggled at the merest hint of an impact. Divinity had certainly blessed her with the kind of hips meant to serve a virile Master. In due time, he would make good use of that.

  “Maaasssssss—” Aclysia began to moan. Raising an eyebrow, Rykard waited for her to gather herself. Heavily breathing filled the chamber, while she tried to come off the high of her first climax.

  The release broke something in her pretty little head. That veneer of normalcy that kept her capable of appearing as just as any pin elf-like angel. There was no direct visual change, but Rykard could taste it in the air - the sharpness of her presence, like a kitchen knife fresh off the whetstone.

  “The deed is done, Master!” Aclysia began to shout, her voice an up and down of insane need. “I’m yours, forever! I’ll be your toy and your servant and you’ll love me until the stars die! Fill my womb and use me to breed a whole new dynasty! Shackle me to your whims, Master, for they are mine! Fuck me! Use me! Your wish is my desire until there is nought but the swirling of material and spirit in endless equilibrium! Even then, I shall be imprinted on you, love you like the chosen you are. I-”

  Rykard had heard enough. He put a hand on her throat and clenched tightly. He was grinning ear to ear. Of course, he had known there was more to this creature than an angelic face. A woman born of primordial divinity could never be normal. They said to never stick one’s dick in crazy, but those people were not Rykard. He was grinning ear to ear - and so was she.

  There was only one desire in those emerald eyes. Her legs were already wrapped around his waist. Thick thighs pressed against him. The ft of her stomach wrinkled as her wide hips rose. He was still choking her and he had no intent of stopping, not when she could do very well without breathing and loved it so much.

  Arms wrapped around him as soon as he curled over her. She did not hug him, she did not embrace him, she clung onto him like a sex sve addicted to the use by her Master. Fate had made her for him and Rykard would prove to fate that it could one-up it and train her into a submissive of total obedience. He grabbed her by the back of the head, kept her pinned by the neck, and kissed her lips greedily.

  His tongue felt the sharpness of her teeth, each and every one of them. They were dangerous. She was dangerous - but not to him. By her choice and by his might, she was his cocksleeve and nothing more. She was overflowing with juices. His cock twitching inside her made her moan. When he started to move, that made her gush.

  Once he started to thrust, there was no stopping. From zero to a hundred, he went straight to pounding her hard into the mattress. The roiling, erotic insanity within her was all subservient to his desires. Her tongue was an instrument of her surrender, curling around and entertaining his while she screamed.

  The rush he felt bled from one moment into the next. He was pounding her for what could have been seconds, minutes, or hours. It hardly mattered. He was making her cum hard and her tight pussy was getting him rapidly towards a release worthy of marking new property

  Hard, he drove down into her cunt. The walls had been pounded into the shape of his cock and still clung tight enough to him to feel the uniqueness of her body. Was she flesh or was she slime? It was impossible to say, she existed in some kind of in-between state that quivered and massaged him from all sides.

  His balls tightened and she screamed. The involuntary tensing of her muscles would have broken the kiss, had Rykard not kept complete control of where her head was. Her fingers scratched his back. Her legs hugged him almost painfully tight. Her torso arced and curled. All of that, but her neck remained pinned and his fingers cwed into her hair. Neither pair of her divine lips was allowed to escape him until he had spent every st drop he had to give inside her.

  The moment he let her breathe was the moment all of her turned x. That she had no need for air only meant she survived without it. Having been given shape in the material brought with it certain instincts and filling her lungs sent fresh signals through nerves that had been teetering at the brink.

  Tight folds gripped his cock on the exist. He was turning her insides out, but only that little bit that was normal for tightness like this. Rykard rather enjoyed watching the pink retreat up his manhood. When he was fully out of her, the maid let out a little whimper. “Mashhter,” she moaned wantonly. It was such a sweet, diligent cry, contrasting starkly the crazy dispy preceding it.

  ‘I do enjoy controlled crazy,’ Rykard thought, then turned his attention to Miyo. Outwardly the redhead was calm. The anticipating wagging of her tails was a very clear tell that she was looking forward to having simir things done to her. Certainly, the first of his harem was not an erratic being, but she was crazy in her own way. “On all fours.”

  “Yes, Master,” Miyo answered readily and turned around.

  Whether it was the pregnancy or the short time apart, Rykard felt like Miyo’s already supple hips had gotten wide recently. Her already shapely ass had gotten even rounder, her pale skin even smoother. The spheres on dispy swayed with the wagging of her hips. Six tails folded into one, to minimize the obstruction of the view. In every way but verbal she was begging for what came next.

  “Ah!” Miyo moaned sharply. The sound from her lips mixed with the equally cutting sound of her ass getting smacked. “AH!” she cried, even louder, when he repeated it for the other side. “MASTER!” she screamed at the third spank. Her pussy was drooling like a starving glutton at a banquet. “MASHTARRHRRH!” The sound was borderline incoherent.

  Four smacks was all it took for the perfect submissive to climax. “What a well-trained slut I got,” Rykard said and delivered the fifth smack a moment ter. “Fitting, given the harem you personally approved.”

  “Your wonderful idea!” Miyo was quick to say. “Your idea, Master, one I should have given into immediately! Please, punish your sex sve for her hesitation!”

  “Only if you keep screaming for me, naughty fox.” The demand was met with a tongue-lolling grin over the redhead’s shoulder. Eyelids fluttered when he smacked her again. Pussy juices were running down the insides of her thighs. Hand-marks were decorating the cheeks of her heart-shaped derriere.

  Every time Rykard spanked the round ass of his favourite vixen, all women in the room tensed. Panting with voyeuristic pleasure, from the haughty succubus to the willingly objectified angel, all haremettes were following the scene with glistening wet cunts.

  Aclysia had recovered enough to sit up. “Guide me into her,” Rykard ordered.

  “Yes, Master,” the angel answered, her madness hidden under that diligent tone. It was a thin veneer. Fingers wrapped around his cock and held his angle steady so he could push into her without obstruction.

  Miyo was as tight as ever. The second orgasm rolled through her when he was merely halfway inside. Pussy juice gushed. Rykard saw it as his personal duty to ensure that orgasm never ended. Aclysia hastily pulled her hand back, to not get in the way. One final swat, a deep plunge, a squeezing of her ass, and then rapid pounding of the vixen. She gazed back at him, loving and aroused past the point of reason.

  Squeezing one ass was hardly enough for a dom of his station. Grabbing the angel next to him, he pulled Aclysia up to his side. She hugged him eagerly, offered her lips for the kiss, and moaned when he cimed her pale pink lips again. A moan, then a borderline orgasmic cry, when he cwed her perfect ass. Just feeling it was fwless, a fusion of squish and firmness that could be found nowhere else.

  Making out with the maid while pounding the queen - that was the dream of every king. Miyo howled in approval at the scene, came over and over again as her dom drove his cock, wet with the juices of another woman, into her over and over again. Her ass rippled, her tail swooshed, her tongue hung past her chin, her eyes rolled up, and she squirted all over the bedsheets.

  ‘A week away from my cock always makes her so sensitive,’ Rykard thought and pulled out. The erratic breathing made clear that, even if she did not want one, the vixen needed a break. Not an issue, Rykard still had a new toy that needed breaking in.

  Miyo was left in her position, quivering and pussy agape. Laughing, Aclysia let herself be tossed next to her queen. The two were shoulder to shoulder, then almost chest to chest. Without a word, they turned to each other and kissed deeply. It sted as long as it took Rykard to get behind Aclysia and ram his cock into the pale angel’s cunt.

  Aclysia grunted like a bitch in heat. She screamed, then clenched her teeth and was reduced to sounds of raw, animalistic rutting. Sharp yelps interrupted the monotony of taking her from behind, whenever Rykard felt like giving that perfect ass a smack. Aclysia’s tightness turned into a vice-like grip whenever he spanked her.

  Before long, it was the angel that needed a break. Rykard pulled out, wiggled over, and then pushed back into Miyo. The redhead threw her head back. “THANK YOU, MASTER!” she screamed her gratitude for being penetrated again.

  “That’s a woman that knows her pce,” Rykard expressed his approval, then reminded her of why she was so eagerly submissive. The enormous bed swayed from the power behind his thrusts. Even his lungs burned from the time he spent at full-throttle. Wet spots in the sheets only grew rger.

  Back to Aclysia, back inside her angelic cunt. The underlying obsession of the maid became a writhing of muscles and folds around his cock. Was she an elf or was she a slime girl? She was neither and both and whatever else, all mattered was that she felt fantastic.

  Back to Miyo, back inside her nice and tight pussy. He had fucked her for years and he would keep fucking her for years to come, pumping her full with his seed whenever he fancied. She was his first haremette and that was a spot she would always have. Regardless of that rank, her raised ass was the same kind of toy for spanking and fucking as Aclysia’s was.

  Back and forth, until both women were sweating, panting messes. Back and forth, until his endurance finally gave in. He grabbed both women by the hair, dragged them to his crotch, and they began to worship instinctively. Miyo knew exactly what she was doing, targeting his sensitive spots even in her multi-orgasmic haze. Aclysia had the complete enthusiasm of a born submissive. Between their slurping lips, he was brought over the edge. He came all over their faces.

  Surge after surge of white seed spttered over their features. They gripped his shift when the tightening of his balls began to diminish, massaging the remaining load out on top of their extended tongues. They were hungry for it all.

  Only when there was nothing left to give, was there a moment of tranquillity. Rykard inhaled deeply and rolled his shoulders. “Clean each other,” he told the maid and the vixen, who eagerly devoured the seed spttered over the other’s feature. At the same time, the king rubbed his chin and looked around. “Vyra, you first,” he decided.

  By the end of the orgy, he had fucked all of them.