The bathroom of the New Eden Estate, home to Rykard’s moments of greatest rexation and most of the important strategy decisions the forming world experienced. A magical pce of hot water and skin shining from the moisture in the air.

  They kept it retively loose in the actual tub that morning. Rykard was dotted on by Mena and Vyra, the white-haired elven twin working with the vampire to keep him soaped up and rexed. Aclysia knelt behind him and worked his shoulders were a gentle smile on her fair features.

  Miyo sat on a stool by the tub, flipping through the waterproof pages of a report regarding the recent happenings of the state. The cool beauty occasionally took a moment to look up, but otherwise remained quiet.

  Unusual, as far as Rykard was concerned. The king broke his kiss with Mena and, while squeezing the wood elf’s plump derriere, asked, “Isn’t this the part of the day where you needle me with questions and suggestions?”

  “I am gathering the intel to make the process efficient.” Miyo turned another page. “And I do enjoy having you in the house. The pregnancy makes me needy.” She ran a hand over the notable baby bump. She was well within her fourth month now and the showing would only increase from there. “Enjoy your cuddling.”

  “I believe I will,” Rykard said and turned his attention back to the elf and the vampire. “Won’t I?”

  “To the best of my ability, Rykard,” Mena whispered. “Travelling must be quite hard on you.”

  “With Starlight? Not particurly,” the king answered dismissively. “Who has accelerated further. I’ll be spending even less time on the road now, at least within the territory.”

  “Joyous news, milord,” Vyra purred and kissed her way up his neck.

  The vampire had ridden him not ten minutes ago, but the ministrations were getting him horny again. To have either of them stop worshipping his neck and chest, however, was out of the question. “Hey, care for a third breakfast?”

  “I supposed I could be convinced,” the haughty succubus closed up on the bathtub. “What do I get?”

  “The third breakfast,” Rykard repeated.

  “I am not so hungry I’d be convinced by that alone.” An obvious lie. Every time Rykard returned he came back stronger and the stronger he got, the more delicious his seed was to the succubus. She could probably subsist for months on a singur load by this point. That made it less necessary to suck him off but the taste to her was like adding another woman to his harem for Rykard. Necessary? Absolutely not. Delectable? Beyond so.

  “You do owe me,” Rykard said.

  Hey tilted her head. “For what?”

  “I met your mother.”

  The mention of Mother Lust had the succubus sit up suddenly. “Did you do as instructed?” she asked.

  “I did and she was greatly pleased. She unlocked more of the potential in your blood, she said.”

  “Ah, that expins the recent revetions…” Hey muttered, then cleared her throat. “I fail to see how you getting a benefit from the gesture I taught you means I owe you.”

  “Another approach then.” Rykard reached over and pulled Hey towards him by one of her softly curved horns. Just witnessing it made the two women on top of him swoon. Hey herself grit her teeth in an attempt not to look aroused. She failed. Rykard grinned. “I own you. Get to sucking, sex sve.”

  A shove in the general direction was all Hey got. She grumbled, trying to keep up the defiant front, but crawled into the shallow bathtub all the same. Once she tasted him, all token resistance was forgotten.

  “Any other interesting encounters you would like to report?” Miyo asked and flipped another page.

  “Marik,” the king said casually, causing the redhead to give him a curious gnce. “Troyk’s very own patron god decided to test me in combat. I won, of course, taking only a single blow.” Not entirely the truth, he had only taken one meaningful blow. There had been plenty of little interactions that had grazed him. “Then there was that incident with an outer horror.”

  “The less said about that, the better,” Tess weighed in. Lyvia, next to her, nodded. The two stoic members of the harem were busy squishing and squeezing Helenn. It was equal parts adorable and amusing, watching these two tall military women use the shortstack like an erotic teddy bear.

  “Quite so,” Rykard agreed. “Oh, no big deal, but we did also meet Amaterasu.”

  Miyo gred at her man, then sighed. “And what, you teasing dick, did she say that makes you this smug today?” Ayama poked her bunny-eared head into the conversation as well. She was a lesser worshiper of the sun goddess, but a worshiper all the same.

  “She recommended I request a Dawnflower and give it to you, should we ever desire to build a shrine to her honour.”

  “Did she promise rewards for this?”

  “It was a soft recommendation.”

  “I see,” Miyo returned to her book. “We shall take it as such then.”

  “Aclysia?” Rykard changed the topic.

  “Yes, Master?”

  “Would you kindly list your strengths? I want to update my tracking spell.”

  “Certainly. As a primordial angel, my personal combat prowess is impressive. Further, I am entirely dedicated to your most righteous mission of bringing eroticism to this realm. Perhaps my most important and unique feature is that I will be accepted as a messenger by most faiths and pantheons. I am a warrior and priestess, but most of all I am a servant.”

  ‘About a 3 in the categories of Eroticism, Leadership, and Fate then,’ Rykard mapped it mentally, then conjured the tracking spell.

  ‘Perhaps I should find myself a few more women skills in administration and crafting,’ Rykard considered.

  Miyo closed the book at that moment. “My report on the activities of our nation,” she announced. “There is little to say, displeasingly. The economy continues to grow as trade between constituent Hexagon formutes. The most notable activity since you went out st week has been reted to the construction and expansion of shrines and temples. The divines are no doubt pleased about this.”

  Rykard hummed. A slowing in the active difference his women could make was expected. As the nation became rger, individual efforts meant less. A metre looked like a lot when pced on a level floor, but meant fairly little when stacked on top of an already existing tower. “Sometimes it is enough to just observe prosperity,” the king decided. “What about Trebizant?”

  “A near disaster courtesy of those traders,” Miyo compined. “They haggled too aggressively. However, their bad dispy allowed me to look good by comparison, so that was a benefit. It has been added to your realm, Rykard. They swore fealty after just two days of negotiations.”

  Rykard hummed, quite pleased at that news and the way Hey was worshipping his shaft. “What do they offer?”

  “An academy and its needs, except for food. It is an honestly unremarkable location, in the grand scheme of things.”

  Rykard looked at his updated intel. The nation had a better bance than his Estate did. They were cking somewhat in the spiritual front, with both Divine Favour and Splendour being notably behind. ‘That should fix itself,’ he thought. ‘The people are too rich not to invest in some vanity projects.’ “Then we should move on to my growth,” he announced.

  The scattered women in the room all came closer, to witness the various graphs that dispyed Rykard’s increased might.

  The expansion of Rykard’s powers was universal. Being tested by the divine, holy, unholy, and abominable, had that effect on a man of his talents. Beyond the sheer expanse of it all, a few things were happening beyond the simple numerical tracking of the spell.

  Rykard felt more perceptive of the veil. It was as if he could practically see the Nihilistic Barrier, and then peer behind it into the Divine and Conjuration Realm. Of course, it wasn’t actual sight. It was something different, something more esoteric, but it was definitely there.

  Much of his being was becoming more efficient, locking into other parts, and making everything move like a set of oiled gears. His physical body was stronger and faster in equal measure, his magic circuits improved by the alchemical energies pumping through him, and all of it was put into service of his continued assembly of haremettes. What else was there, if not the domination of consensual sex sves, really? What else could possibly be the point of being this strong than gathering and protecting what was his?

  “Did you finally fix the spacing?” Miyo asked, then tilted her head. “No, a few of these still have the issue…”

  Rykard inspected the same Hexagons she did. It appeared that, past the number 30, the expansion of the numerical boundary had advanced by 10, rather than the usual 5. “Mhm, the spell must realize that it’s more difficult to reach breakthrough points as I advance,” Rykard theorized. “There is divination in there after all… Ah well.” He dismissed the windows. He would find out soon enough. “Now, if Trebizant has sworn featly to me then…”

  Very little had changed. The Ouroboros Swarm had completed its consumption of the ndscape the Ocean Tiles had brought with it. Beyond that, there was no expansion that was notable or vast. Everyone was just trudging along or were currently halted. Rykard’s realm was still technically the rgest, although he was gging behind slightly when it came to the number of Hexagons summoned.

  ‘I can’t have that,’ the king thought and decided on his next move.

  The decision was reached after little contemption.

  “This here…” Rykard pointed on the map at the pot south-east of the 9th Hexagon summoned (Erira). “...is where I will summon the next Hexagon. I’ll be obliging the promise I made Helenn next. Subana will be pleased, one way or another.”

  “Don’t add her to your harem,” Miyo told him.

  “Since when do you limit me, woman?” Rykard responded.

  “Since your escapades may have you reach heaven too quickly. Laying with a goddess will be too much even for you and I won’t have you ascend without me.” She scratched the side of his neck most pleasantly. “Besides, it would unbance the game in a way the other gods would not approve.”

  Helenn cleared her throat. “Subana, may her submissiveness bring her joy, will not find her husband among mortals. Maybe after you ascend? We’ll see! Uhm, to the point, part of my goddess of fated submission in love is, well, that you have to be capable of staying pure until you find that person, even if it takes much longer than you would like. It’s… you know, don’t waste what you got?”

  That did not mean Rykard promised not to try. He had gotten an angel and a primordial angel, a lesser goddess, which Subana was in terms of fame, was certainly next on the menu. ‘No, that may actually be too much,’ he cautioned himself. Miyo had a point in that the other gods would not react favourably to such a development - although they may forgive him if he made it entertaining enough.

  Much more likely was that whoever was worshipping Subana was up to the pte. “Are worshippers of Subanas usually shortstacks?” Miyo asked the question on his mind.

  “I suppose so?” Helenn tapped her lower lip with her index finger as she thought. A delicious snack she was, hovering in mid-air with her fat tits dangling and her rear ready for the squeezing. Had Rykard not been covered in three other haremettes, he would have done something to that little angel that made it impossible for her to speak. “Subana is the goddess of good girls that love big doms, so it attracts the short, stacked, and submissive and that’s mostly shortstacks so yeah she’s more popur with those. Subana is a shortstack herself most of the time, so.”

  “I do need another shortstack, I have been amassing quite a few tall women recently,” Rykard hummed.

  “Who will accompany you, Rykard? Besides the obvious?” Miyo gestured at the blonde cherub. No request would be fulfilled without taking the woman who had made it along.

  “Ayama, you are tagging along.”

  “Me?” The bunny dy was mildly confused for a moment, then hummed thoughtfully. “Observing a society built on purity and sexual submission, or at least a temple of such, could prove beneficial to my efforts… I see the wisdom in your statement, Master. Then again, I should never have doubted.” The former courtesan poured. “One would have to debate for a thousand years to decide whether it is your cock or your genius that is rger.”

  “It is my genius,” Rykard answered dismissively. “A cock that rge wouldn’t be pleasant.”

  “The competition is between his competence and his ego,” Tess added drily.

  “We are going to leave after this bath,” Rykard announced and rolled his neck. “We have a schedule to keep.”

  The harem descended on him, eager to get their fill before he left.