Rykard waited there with his women for a few moments. Egerd rolled up with his caravan. Without a word, the king grabbed his submissives by the waist and sailed across, into the back of the spacious cart. Alteration prevented their current state from staining his clothes.

  They nded among wares and the now naked duo of dragon girl and slime. With them was also a wood elf from the Whisperwoods. The wood elf was still clothed, if the leather top and thong she wore could be considered such. A bde on her hips made clear that she was one of the guards. The sadistic smirk on her face further made clear that she was, at the very least, not the average submissive. This was further backed by her stringing up the other two women in the back of the cart, putting them in a compromised position.

  Rykard could have done the same with his women, there was enough skin-friendly rope around but opted that he wanted to keep them around. The wood elf stepped out of the way, while they walked up to the front of the cart. A singur, massive ox, likely from Vyra’s Hexagon, drew the equally spacious vehicle. The driver’s bench was padded, roofed, and spacious enough for more than four people.

  “Also yours?” the king asked and pointed over his shoulder.

  Egard nodded with a broad smile. “My support dom, if you will. Doubtlessly you know the type.”

  “I do, although I do not have one at the moment. Not that I need one,” Rykard sat down to the right of the man, put Helenn in his p and Ayama to his right, so he had something to squeeze. He also wove a spell to at least somewhat clean them up. They were cuddling now and they had their wits back together. In that situation, cold cum and sweat were not that pleasing.

  “Much as money has bought me help in that matter, I still do,” Egard confessed readily. “Can’t keep up with the sexual appetite of three women on my own. Herbs from the Whisperwoods and brews from Machisma only do so much.”

  Rykard hummed at the statement and rubbed his chin. The men of this world would rise to the challenge of the harem, but many of them would find that their physicality put limits on them. ‘Just skewing the gender ratio will not fix this,’ the king thought. ‘Neither will reliance on outside methods. Perhaps I should see if I can find a male virility god to bestow his blessing sometime?’

  “Where are we going?” Egard asked. He was steering his oxen down the gap between the trees. It was wide and ground compact enough to serve as a rod. The golden lines shimmered atop the verdant grass.

  “Just follow the path,” Rykard instructed with another look at the map. “There’s some kind of fountain to our south that has piqued my interest. We should get there by early dusk.”

  “Your wish is my command, my liege,” Egard said and looked over his shoulder. “If you’re done wrapping them up, come over here, Yeza!”

  “Sure thing, Master,” the wood elf answered and hurried on over. “How can I please you?” she purred, once she was on his left on the broad bench. Her sadistic expression had been exchanged for a properly submissive one. A proper switch, it appeared.

  Egard gave Rykard a short gnce, to gauge how far he was allowed to push things in his presence. The king understood and led by example. One magically unzipped pants ter, he had Helenn impaled on his cock. The tight cunt of the shortstack still remembered his shape. Every bump on the ground made the blonde squeal with delight.

  “How does that even fit?” Egard ughed, while his wood elf undid his own pants. The erect member disappeared swiftly between her lips. Clearly used to that kind of service, all he did was put a hand on her head to guide her.

  “Shortstacks are built for the task,” Rykard answered simply. “Subana willing, you will know yourself soon enough.”

  Egard licked his lips and pinned the wood elf against his groin. She moaned in approval, her eyelids fluttering. Was it the treatment or the suggestion of another woman joining their harem? Both, the king reckoned.

  “Who knows, maybe that prophecy on the boulder was about me,” Egard joked.

  “Please,” Ayama weighed in with a sultry smile. “Know your pce.”

  Egard only ughed louder. The former courtesan had wrapped her rebuttal in the proper tone and so no offence was taken. “Message received - I wouldn’t doubt our king’s excellence anyhow.”

  “Master deserves all of the shortstacks!” Helenn said. “B—-uuuuuuuuut, ah!” another stone on the road made her gasp. “But he won’t take all of them, although he totally could!”

  “Not much of a point being the only man enjoying such a resplendent lifestyle,” Rykard added and squeezed the shortstack’s left tit. “Plus, even I have my limits. Although that may change once I figure out Chronomancy.”

  Egard shrugged and let go of the back of his elf’s head. She went up for air, then right back down to deepthroat his cock. Having been pinned only made her more eager to serve. “I barely even care how selfish you get. You’re better than anything I had before, in terms of a ruler. At least you’re there. At least I’m free.” He forced himself to smirk again. “Everything else is a massive cherry on top. Can barely see the cake anymore.”

  “Be ready to indulge in more cherries then, trader.” Rykard combed through Ayama’s silky, white-purple hair. “My pn from the start was to share. As the greatest man, I will have the greatest share of the spoils, as is natural.”

  “As is natural,” Egard agreed, to the backdrop of his sex sves moaning in the back of the carriage.

  “However, the pn was always to build a kingdom for the worthy few. This Hexagon also is in service to that. I am seeking the blessing of my Helenn’s goddess.”

  “Subana will grant this nd the birth of more good girls!” the guardian angel announced, her voice dreamy from a recent orgasm. Just being inside her while kneading her tits had been enough to set her off. “Her blessing will be the first! Rykard will convince all the gods to make this realm the perfect heaven of good girl sves and big, dommy Masters!”

  “In perpetuity,” Rykard continued. “We will skew the gender ratio of the births. I am thinking one man per three women should be about appropriate as a baseline goal. A harem for every man provided he is man enough to provide for it.”

  “And here I thought I would have to tell my sons and daughters to curb their expectations!” Egard ughed once more, then temporarily closed his eyes. One gulping wood elf ter, he had his cock cleaned up and Yeza went back to tend and tease the other two. Rykard remained hard inside Helenn. “A question, if I may?”

  “I assume you have concerns regarding your daughters that are not of the submissive mind, should you ever have any?” the king asked and Egard nodded. “Don’t worry, I’m not out to make a realm where all retionships must fall into a new, rigid category. There will be space for all.” Rykard pinned the submissive angel against his chest. “But the harem will be the norm. That is the goal.”

  “You truly are a wise king,” Egard said, approvingly.

  The caravan rolled on.

  As predicted, they arrived in early dusk.

  The sun was starting to lower to the horizon, tinging the world a gentle orange. The light reflected off the various crystals around, mixing blue into it. All the while, the golden lines remained present above the grass. It all combined for a gorgeous view, especially when they approached the spring.

  They had crossed by a northern temple some time ago. There were five of them on the map, and Rykard had good reason to believe that a sixth was hidden by the icon of a pine tree. Either way, he had opted not to stop and inspect it. Instead, the caravan continued on to the fountain in their centre.

  And what a fountain it was.

  The central spring came into view hours ago. It rose over fifty metres from the ground, spewing water another twenty to thirty upwards. The yered construction let the crystal clear blue cascade down massive steps to the four pools below, each of which had its own, somewhat more modest fountain at its centre.

  The amount of water in motion was torrential, but all of it was contained in gentle streams and vast pools, surrounded by divine gold and marble. More interesting even than the contents of the pool was who basked in them.

  Shortstacks - hundreds of them, if not thousands.

  They were of all species, races and colours. Most typical were the kind of shortstack Helenn was, in that they were barely above a metre tall and had the tits and ass to truly match the title. They were kobolds, angels, imps, pixies, gnomes, halflings, goblins, and whatever else could conceivably fall into this category.

  There were also the more dwarvish shortstacks, standing notably above their brethren, and, taller even than them, humans and elves that were born below the average for their respective species in height, but incredibly endowed in tits and/or ass. The tallest of the women around was, at most, 1,65 metres tall. In other words: not tall at all.

  They were all nubile and unashamed of their nudity. The moment the carriages came to a halt, they streamed out from the pools they had basked in. It was an image of heaven, a crowd of jiggling, eager submissives, approaching, carrying rge bowls of fruit, meat, and kegs of drink.

  Rapidly and enthusiastically, they came closer.

  “Alright, everyone, get ready for the time of your lives!” Rykard shouted and cpped his hands.

  The soundwave was imbued with enough magic to open and close temporary rifts all over the pce. In a fsh, dozens of long tables, complete with benches, manifested on the open space between the halted carriages and the distant pool. A moment ter, servants stepped out - sexless, humanoid shapes whose only purpose was to take the many offerings from the shortstacks and spread them swiftly and expertly all over the tables.

  The women were confused for a moment, but Rykard cleared things up swiftly. Helenn in arm, he climbed on top of one of the tables and addressed the crowd. “I am king Rykard of New Eden, the one who summoned this Hexagon, and I bring with me a good time and your purpose as followers of Subana!” the shortstacks cheered and came closer to him, hanging onto his words. “I understand that your goddess talks of your fated masters. Perhaps you will find him today among the men that accompany me. Perhaps I will find a submissive that pleases me amongst you. If I do, I will take her as mine. If I do not, I will not besmirch your dedication to submission in true love by advancing on you, sexy as you all are.”

  The shortstacks whispered approvingly amongst themselves. None made themselves extra attractive for him, by raising their plump tits or shaking their wide hips - they were just themselves, naked and happy to hear what they were hearing.

  “You belong to your masters, whoever that will turn out to be. Understanding that also goes for you,” he turned to the men and women of the caravan. “These delectable short things are not free use sluts to be taken as it pleases you. They are dedicated to their purity, keeping it for the day that they meet their superior. Understand that, only cim who you will keep, and have a good time! Let all the worries be that of my conjured servants! Feast and drink on what we are offered today!”

  Rykard extended a hand and swiftly Ayama presented him with a rge cup of some kind of fruity alcohol. The spectral servants all around poured each and every member of the crowd a cup, for Rykard to raise. He still was pouring power into this vast conjuration, multiplying the items on offer, be it for the food and drink, or for the ways they could be consumed. The shortstacks had been quite short on ptes and such.

  “To Subana and her wonderful doctrines! To all of you, that have kept their purity, to the Masters you may meet tonight and the Masters you will meet in the future! You will be part of my realm and in it, you shall be put in your pce!”

  “”WE SHALL BE PUT IN OUR PLACE!”” the shortstacks shouted in gleeful unison, raised their cups, and drank.

  It was then that the veil, weakened by Rykard’s magic, was gently parted. Divine rays of another sun broke through the non-existent clouds. They shone down on Rykard himself, on Egard, and the dozen other men in his caravan. Rykard felt the magic permeate him and the soil, spreading outwards to the frame, and from there to the very foundations of the world and the soul of his new nation.

  “A blessing upon New Eden!” spoke the divine, high-pitched voice of Subana. “A blessing upon the doms that will have much to live up to!”

  The blessing filled Rykard’s breast with a fresh fire and his balls with a new need to breed. While the others may have only felt that part, the king himself knew what was happening. ‘So much for needing a male virility god,’ he thought to himself. Subana had just blessed every man of his nd with an increased capacity to do what the submissives wanted to be done to them.

  Downing the rest of the drink, Rykard opened his arms wide and made his clothes fly off himself. Ayama and Helenn did not miss a beat, immediately starting to worship his cock with their tongues. “Let the festivities begin!” he announced.

  The first moments were a chaotic whirl. Laughing and shouting, the men of the caravan ripped their own clothes off, then advanced with their harems, however rge or small, into the crowd of shortstacks. His warnings had been heard by the men and yet a few of them picked up the first shortstack they fancied and threw her on a conveniently pced padded pedestal.

  They did not struggle, they did not disagree, they only received their sudden Masters with spread legs and loud moans. They were mating pressed within the first minute of the festivities and they loved it.

  The rest of the men had a little more patience. They sat down amongst the many shortstacks, surrounded by their current haremettes, and just began to talk. Food and drink was had, jovial tales and jokes were exchanged. It was only when one or another shortstack jumped onto the table and dispyed her assets or brattily mocked one of the doms that she was taken abruptly and screwed onto the cock of whoever they had teased.

  It was only Egard himself, who remained without a shortstack for over fifteen minutes. All the while, he and his three haremettes chatted with the table. The conversation reached a sudden shift and the next moment Egard was fucking and spanking goblin triplets over the edge of the table, eating roasted meat all the while.

  Rykard himself was content where he was, watching it all unfold. None of the shortstacks approached him outside of polite conversation and that felt right for once. They were all gorgeous, absolutely, and cute, yes, and so wonderfully submissive, without a doubt, but they and he felt that it was not their time. Subana’s presence still lingered and it gave them crity. From the men that were pounding the first shortstack they had seen to Egard and his, comparatively, slow lead up to it, everyone understood that they weren’t just having an entanglement in the heat of the moment. Every virginity taken was a contract signed. The women submitted and the men would protect and love them.

  If Rykard caught anyone vioting that contract by the morning, he would have them publicly quartered.

  “Not the blessing of Subana we were here for, but a good start,” the king hummed to himself.

  “Only you could do something this fantastic!” Helenn decred.

  “Your excellence does continue to surprise me,” Ayama admitted, between licks of his cock. “Every time I think you cannot exceed my expectations further, there you are.”

  “Keep pace,” Rykard told her with a grin.

  “I will do my best,” Ayama assured, then focused, with the entirety of her brilliant mind, on giving him the greatest blowjob a bunny girl was capable of. At the same time, Helenn kept feeding him grapes.

  It was good to be the king.