Driving with different haremettes made for different kinds of heaven. Being alone with Ayama and Helenn in the luxurious compartments of Starlight’s carriage made for a highly sexual experience.

  The angel of the goddess of fated submission was not with them. Instead, Rykard had a cocksleeve that was tightly screwed onto his dick for most hours of the day. The shortstack made herself extra avaible in anticipation of having her request fulfilled and the king took full advantage of it.

  In the few breaks Helenn needed, Ayama was right there, ready to get her pussy pounded and her ass spanked. The fuck bunny was often restricted by bondage, which readied her for those hours of use.

  In the ebb between high-intensity threesomes, Rykard often id with his head in the soft p of the former courtesan, Helenn bouncing on his cock like the autonomous relief toy she was. He didn’t just have two sex sves with him, because sex sves at least had a degree of independent thought. With him was the primary objectification slut and a former life-long virgin compensating by getting really into pet py. They were meant and willing to be used to the extreme.

  “Do I even bother putting on pants or cleaning you two?” Rykard asked.

  He was fresh out of the shower, the cum-covered cocksleeves still lying nguidly in the lush yers of the warm bed. They would arrive at the border of the Hexagon within thirty minutes. If he wanted them presentable, he would have to use a bit of Restoration and then shoo them into the shower.

  There was no answer, only moans and gasps. In their defence, Rykard had scarcely stopped fucking them over the past 47 hours and he certainly had not treated them like people in that time. If he had more than the ropes that Starlight spawned in with the sex rooms he wanted, he would have kept them gagged and stuffed with the vibrating kind of sex toys as well. Conjuration could plug those holes, but that was an effort Rykard did not feel like engaging.

  In the absence of their opinion, Rykard advised himself. He was about to step into a Hexagon dedicated to Subana. Since it was all about submissives awaiting their fated Masters to cim them once and for all, he theoretically had the freedom to behave however he wanted. Strolling up naked with two cockdrunk sluts covered in cum with him certainly was an option. It could have been the first sign he needed to send.

  There was the issue that he did not know just how much of a Subana-dominated Hexagon he was going to enter. The gods could have a giggle and have it so his phrase would only summon a minor temple to the goddess that he needed to find. In that case, walking in like that would not make for the best first contact.

  In the end, it was up to Rykard’s preference. If he chose to go without clothes, he would just store them in a dimensional pocket for ter use. At his level of Alteration, that was as simple as yawning.

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  Rykard stepped up to the frame of the Hexagon. Clean and clothed, he strut confidently. Before him was the empty comb. ‘Another two will be filled,’ the king thought, as much to himself as he did it to inform the gods that would perform the extradimensional copying and conjuration. Then, he spoke the phrase. “A Subanan Temple suited to my erotic goals and kingdom.”

  The space before him began to shift immediately. Rykard beheld it with a newfound fascination. Every time he witnessed this event, he understood it a little better, as his magical skills went from powerful to truly absurd. That he started to understand the runic network only made it more impressive. For all of the recent interactions he had with avatars of the gods, every summoning was a reminder that they were well and truly more than him.

  “Incredible, isn’t it?” he asked and turned to the two women with him.

  “Yesh, Masterrrr,” Ayama answered, her calcuting exterior broken by the sheer arousal coursing through her system. The bunny woman was naked, her skin stained with sweat and seed. Rykard had made it a point to keep using them until they had to disembark and to only use as much Restoration as was necessary for them to walk at an acceptable pace. As a result, fresh cum was trickling down quivering legs.

  Helenn was in no state to answer, every bit as dishevelled as her fellow sex sve. Whereas Ayama at least realized they were out of the pyroom, Helenn was still fully in the mindset of being an object for his pleasure. To be fair to her, Rykard was not sure yet if he wouldn’t just use her as a carry-fuck. She was the right size for it.

  The summoning was still happening, while Rykard noted the approaching of traders. They were an expected sight, this time around. This new Hexagon was spawned in right next to Ayama’s home, Erira, and so traders could wait out Rykard’s arrival while doing local commerce.

  That convenience was reflected in the caravan Rykard looked at. Large wagons filled with wares, each coming with their own horses, guards, and well-dressed merchants. “Hail, my king,” the head of the caravan greeted. He was closely followed by two monster girls. One, a slime, likely hailed from Regalia, the other, a dragon girl, more likely came from Aulone. That the caravan was truly well-off showed by the number of women around. For each man, there was usually one, sometimes two, rarely three, and those were clearly retionships.

  New Eden had a notable gender imbance at this point, courtesy of Regalia, the Whisperwoods and Maclis, but it was not yet so pronounced that Rykard saw early onsets of harem building in the broader popuce. For someone to attract multiple women in this early stage of realm-building, they needed to be rich or powerful, preferably both.

  “I see you are doing well for yourself,” Rykard greeted the man. By the looks of him, the pale skin and rough exterior, the king guessed that he was from Halyfa, the Hexagon where he had met Helenn and Hey.

  For someone from that pce, he had a jovial attitude though.

  “What an understatement!” the merchant ughed and smacked the slime dy with him on the rear. The blue woman’s rear and thighs jiggled and she blushed, turning her face a pleasing shade of purple. Rather than step away, she stepped a bit closer though. “Riches and women for every man that is man enough to earn them, that was your promise and that’s what I got!”

  “If all goes well you will have more of it soon,” Rykard stated and gestured at the Hexagon before them. It was in the finishing stages of its spawning, trees and blue crystals appearing on a grassy floor. “I have heard of the arrangement already. I will grant you the license to accompany me. Give me a paper and your name and I will make it official.”

  “Most gracious, my liege! I am Egerd.” the trader stated and the dragon girl with him swiftly handed the king what he needed. Rykard used the thigh of his shortstack to put the paper on. That made the writing scraggly, but his signature was unmistakable anyhow. Once he had the paper stored away in an ivory tube used for important documents, the merchant asked. “Should we follow your example in dispying the submissives?”

  Rykard smirked and finally acknowledged the man with a proper look.

  “You truly are the kind of man my realm needs,” he said. “Do not disappoint me.”

  “I will not!” Egerd said with jovial optimism.

  “As for your question, the Hexagon before us is dedicated to the goddess Subana, she’s the one who sent me this cocksleeve over here.” Rykard gestured at Helenn. “If all goes well, it should be filled to the brim with shortstacks eager to submit to their fated Masters. However, the gods like pying tricks, so you should decide for yourself if you can afford to protect women on wobbly legs.”

  “Well, we don’t have the time to get them quite as cockdrunk anyway,” Egerd said and stroked his beard. “I’ll spread the news. You are of course most welcome to use our carriages and direct us wherever it pleases you!” Rykard contempted the offer, while Egerd turned to inform the rest of his caravan of the conversation. The king picked up a shout. “Every Master decides for himself if he wants his submissives to strip - or the submissives decide, we don’t run actual svery over here!” There was ughter to that, from both men and women.

  ‘Must be an in-joke,’ Rykard thought and smirked. That was exactly what he wanted to see and hear. Male dominants in charge and female submissives that understood they were only cattle if they wanted to be treated like that. All over the caravan, the female members began to strip. Some opted not to because either they or their doms were not comfortable with it. Others declined the opportunity because they were part of the guards.

  The king grabbed Ayama and Helenn by their squishy backsides and kneaded as he looked ahead. The st of the runes dispersed, revealing an interesting ndscape. A woodnd with scarce but rge trees opened up before him. A great many crystals littered the green-gold ndscape. Intermingled with the grass were broad, semi-translucent lines of flowing, divine magic.

  “I can feel Subana’s presence,” Helenn whispered, the awe enough to pull her from her submissive trance. “We are in the presence of blessed nd! Like, super duper blessed! The blessiest, by my goddess!”

  “A blessed nd of fated submission, mhm?” Rykard thought out loud, already smirking to himself. In the distance, he saw a small mountain rise. More interesting was the singur obelisk that stood right at the edge of the Hexagon, where the grass met the frame. On it were golden letters, exactly the right size to be read at the distance the king was currently standing.

  ‘Welcome, Fated Master,

  Do not doubt your steps.

  Do not be armed by the good girls you see encased in the crystals. They will awake when the time is right.

  Do not doubt your actions.

  Do take pride in all you do.

  If you are the Fated Master, then you will do what is right.

  Do this and earn yourself two shortstacks.

  I know you want to.

  Te-hee,

  Subana.’

  “I suppose dealing with a goddess that specializes in fate would make this inevitable,” Rykard said.

  “This is so cool and so hot! Master, this is so much more than just fate, this is luck and destiny and everything at once! You are just that awesome!”

  “I know,” Rykard rolled his neck, then pulled up the map.

  What an appropriate name for such a Hexagon.