“Ten minutes…” Rykard scoffed and turned around. “You won’t know your own name in ten minutes. Follow.”

  “”Yes, Master!”” Miyo, Tess and Subana all excimed immediately. Rykard stopped at the first step on the stairs. His gaze stopped for a moment on Loran, who had followed the events not for any voyeurism but just because he could not believe what Rykard could pull off.

  ‘He better believe that it’s only going to get more incredible,’ the king thought, then gred demandingly at Altana. “Did you not hear me?”

  The chimera shivered, perhaps not realizing herself yet what she was or what Rykard would make her. “Sorry… Master,” she said, her tone gathered and venerating.

  His eyes darted over to Punk, “If you follow now, you-”

  “-will be yours, yeah, I got that…” Punk swallowed, purely because of the arousal that had her pussy dripping, “Master!” she excimed enthusiastically, then caught up with the rest of the group.

  Rykard rewarded her for her submission by scooping her up and carrying her up the stairs princess-style. The spade-tipped tail of the Hellcat wrapped around his arm on the ascent. There were questions to be answered about her future after he had pounded her brains out but that was for after he had done that. For now, he could see in her blue eyes a very obvious crush having formed. There was such a thing as a natural haremette, a woman as loyal to one man as she was bisexual, and it looked like he had found himself another one of those.

  Kicking the door to his apartment open, Rykard stepped inside. Punk ughed when he threw her onto the bed. Her ughter was muffled when he cimed her lips. Before anything else, he id cim to her this way. It did not matter much that he wasn’t her first partner, only that he was the st man she ever kissed. Clinging onto him, she tried to prove with every bit of her hot body that she would honour that pact.

  Rykard grabbed the eager tiefling by the throat and pinned her down. It was as much an assertion of authority as it was a test of her kinkiness. When she reached for his arm, that test had already run its course. That she was pressing his palm tighter against her neck was the logical extension of her expression. Unevenly opened eyes and a smug smirk spelled out the simple word: harder.

  Rykard denied her that wish. He let go of her neck and listened to her disappointed exhale. “You get the full treatment when it is your turn,” he told her and got off the bed. “Ever been part of an orgy before, Hellcat?”

  “Nope,” she answered, reaching down to py with her pussy. A reprimanding gre had her hands stop on their way. She raised them up instead. “Guide me, Master.”

  “Good kitty,” he told her and loosened the buttons of his colr. “Altana, get on the bed.”

  “Yes, Master,” the chimera answered. Her calm, melodic and thoroughly aroused tone reminded Rykard of Aclysia, a connection that made him imagine the redhead in a maid outfit.

  ‘Experiments for ter,’ he thought and undid the rest of his buttons. He did not even need to gesture for Subana, Tess and Miyo to tug at his loosened clothes, soon leaving him naked. Altana had seen his cock before and Punk had others to reference, and both moaned at the sight of his physique and muscles. There was seeing and then there was seeing him.

  Rykard’s dick did not remain exposed for long. The three submissives standing around him exchanged a few signals through simple body nguage, then Tess intuited that it was her turn to drop to her knees and onto a cushion that they had left on the floor after a tumble earlier that day. Bck lips wrapped around the head of his cock, then quickly glided down to envelop the whole of him in the proper warmth.

  “This is what is in store for you in my harem.” Grabbing Tess firmly by the back of her head, he used her upper lips. Casual thrusts was all that he needed to make his point. “I am the Master and you are my sex sves, if I feel to even acknowledge you as people. The only equality you will find in my bedroom is the one beneath me.” He kept Tess pinned against his groin and grunted. “This is loosened outside the bedroom, of course. I like my women with attitude. Make no mistake, however: I am the dom. If that kind of retionship is not to your liking, then your st chance to leave is now.”

  Altana and Punk only shivered lustfully at the mention. Struggling not to touch herself, the tiefling wound on top of the white sheets. Turned on simirly, the chimera cocksleeve dispyed just enough discipline to merely keep twitching while her cunt glistened in the artificial light of the room.

  “Good.” Rykard rolled his shoulders, then allowed Tess to come up for air. The goth inhaled desperately, gooey strands stretching between his cock and her lips while she heaved. “Tess here will be your example of the kind of good girl you should strive to be. What does a good girl say in a situation like this?”

  “Tha-ahnk you for stuffing my throat, Master,” the gothic cocksleeve pressed out between heavy breaths.

  “Exactly,” Rykard complimented and pulled the ravenette towards his heavy sack. Her tongue could stay busy while her nose drew in fresh air and his musk. “Miyo and Subana will serve as your guides. Miyo, you get to pick your ward first.”

  The redhead sashayed over to the right side of the bed. “I’ll tutor my fellow queen,” she announced, her fingers trailing up the midriff of the trembling chimera as she got settled next to her. “A title that you may have to forego.”

  “If that is your will, matriarch Miyo.” Pleased by that response, Miyo licked the erect deep blue crown of the redhead’s breasts. Just that little stimution had Altana’s back arch lightly. Kissing her way further up, Miyo cimed the agape lips in sapphic unity for the viewing pleasure of their Master.

  “Subana, to your pupil,” Rykard ordered the goddess, who hovered over to the Hellcat.

  Punk was a submissive, Rykard could feel that in his loins, but a sheepish one she was not. When the shortstack was next to her, the tiefling wrapped her arm around her and cupped the massive tits of the goddess. “I’ve never even seen a succubus with tits this big!” the Hellcat excimed.

  “I have two women at home that are even more endowed,” Rykard revealed.

  “For realzies?”

  “Yes - although they are also notably taller, so Subana here looks like she has the fattest tits around.” The divine cocksleeve panted while he spoke. Getting her tits fondled was enough to get her lower lips to drool. “Subana, control yourself, you’re the teacher.”

  “Yes, Master!” The goddess’ eyes opened wide, the reminder snapping her out of her submissive haze. Being the bottomiest bottom in the room was the natural inclination of the stackylim.

  “Good. Expin to the newcomers what I am doing and what the expectations for them are as I demonstrate. Oh, and py with them for my amusement.” Enthusiastic nods all around were his answer.

  Rykard pointed up. The gesture caused mild confusion, until he wiggled his index finger in a circle. The bed spun around. Just like that, the heads of all four submissives on the bed were at the Master-facing edge. Tess was quickly tossed between them. Knowing her purpose, the goth adjusted her position as soon as she had nded. Within two seconds, she id on her back, head tilted back, mouth wide open.

  Punk and Altana were in the optimal viewing positions, close enough that Rykard could comfortably grab their heads if he wanted to. For now, his priority id in demonstrating. He left it to Subana and Miyo to nuzzle against their pupils’ backs and push them so close that their Master could feel the panting breaths on his glistening cock, while he aligned himself with Tess’ eagerly parted lips.

  “The mouth of a haremette is simply a comfort hole for our Master,” Miyo whispered into Altana’s ear, just loud enough that Punk could hear it as well over Tess’ submissive moans. “Of course, that description can apply to all that we are.” The vixen hooked two fingers into the mouth of her pupil. “A set of holes for Rykard to use, that’s our duty and privilege.”

  “Master loves satisfying us and he is every bit as tender as he is ruthless,” Subana whispered to Punk in turn. “You see how careful he is in stuffing Tess’ throat? He wants to fill her to use her, not to bruise and hurt.”

  “I sheeeeee,” Punk slurred, fingers hooked into her cheek as well.

  “And our Master sees you,” Subana purred. “Always be aware of that. Show him what he owns, as he uses another. Advertise that you wish to be used next.”

  Hellcat and chimera moved their mesmerized gaze from the advancing bulge in Tess’ throat and to Rykard’s own eyes. Mouths agape, cheeks pulled at gently by their teachers, they tilted their heads back to reveal the depths of their own comfort holes. Tongues fell past lips as part of the dispy. Punk’s was much longer than that of a regur human, extending a hand span past her chin. Altana’s was pinly monstrous, practically a tendril with an adjustable surface. Massaging bumps surface along the sides. The back of her mouth twitched and convulsed like a dozen folds, a throat pussy every bit as seductive as that of a succubus. Punk was normal, in that regard, and that was alluring all the same.

  The two women drooled as Rykard took hold of their chins. His fingers pressed into their tongues. Punk moaned from the pure arousal, while Altana twitched intensely. It was as if he had just flicked her clit. Having learned what he wanted to learn, Rykard let go of their chins again. “Lovely pythings. Continue teaching them.”

  Miyo pulled her hand back as well, combing through Altana’s red tresses instead. “That’s right, always think about how to please your Master, in body, when he needs it, and in view, if he is already being served,” Miyo whispered to Altana, “and remember that our Master loves many things. He loves our bodies, so fertile and hot for his seed. He loves us, so submissive and obedient. Above all, even above his wish to see us roped up and begging for his attention… mhm…” Miyo had to stop for a moment, her own descriptions getting her so hot and bothered that she bit her lower lip. “Above all, Master loves to see us happy.”

  “We are a harem of sex sves, of property to our Master, and it would not be well for us to fight,” Subana whispered. “No, no, no, it is on us to be good girls together… and that means bringing pleasure to each other for the delight of our Owner!” Punk moaned loudly when the smooth, thin tail of the shortstack glided back and forth between her swollen mons. “Tess’ breasts are very sensitive - very, very sensitive.”

  “And Master loves to watch her cum,” Miyo moaned. “We all do.”

  A hint more obvious could not be given. Punk moved first, her eager nature making her tch onto Tess’ tit. The raging bisexual of a tiefling had been eager to feel the goth up from the moment Rykard had started teasing. Red nostrils fred while the blue-eyed Hellcat took in the sweet scent of a fellow sex sve’s pheromones.

  Altana moved with more grace. She half-cupped the breast and circled the pink areo with her pointy tongue. Sucked on and gently pyed with, both tits jiggled while Rykard fucked the throat of the screaming cocksleeve. Already one to climax by being used alone, Tess was at the verge of exploding when the new submissives pyed with her tits and was readily pushed over the edge when Miyo curved two fingers into her.

  Drenched sounds filled the room, while Miyo fingered the squirting ravenette. The rapid motions only deepened the pit of desire Tess fell into. Hips bucking up, toes curling, the blue-eyed woman of the night was a sprawled out example piece of what awaited the two new entries into Rykard’s harem: sweaty, climaxing, happy, and screaming.

  Pulling his cock out, he let the wild noises of the former Contestant echo in the bedchamber. Her face was a mess, connected to his cock by the usual fluids that a rough use of a comfort hole created. Pulsing in the air, his manhood stood ready for more.

  “What are you doing?!” Miyo’s voice was like a whip, shing the minds of Altana and Punk. “Did you not listen? Serve your Master always! His cock is unattended to!”

  Hurriedly, the duo detached from Tess’ magnificent tits. They fumbled on their way to his cock, both going for the head and predictably getting in each other’s way. “They really do need more training,” Rykard remarked and put his hands on their heads. A magnanimous smile on his lips, he guided them to the sides of his shaft. “Work together to please me. You’re not competing for my affection. I’ll fuck and breed you both.” They stared at up at him with growing admiration. Oh, they had both been infatuated with him before they stepped into the bedroom, but Rykard knew how to make them leave with only love in their hearts. “I want you to try and kiss with my cock between you. That’s how you give a proper double blowjob.” They nodded and his gaze changed. “You do not nod when I give you orders! Only objects are allowed to forget their words. You are sex sves, so answer.”

  “Yes, Master!” Altana was first to push out her response.

  “Shoryy, Massshtahrr!” Punk added, her tongue already working his shaft.

  “Make them cum with me,” Rykard ordered.

  “”Yes, Master!”” Subana and Miyo answered in swooning unison. They pressed against their wards backs and inserted two fingers into eagerly waiting cunts.

  The pleasure of the sapphic touch distracted the two new sex sves in their duty. Slurping and moaning, they served Rykard as best they could. Their tongues sought that of their opposite, while their Master’s hands made them glide up and down his shaft. They were inexperienced, that was clear, but Rykard was so close that this hardly mattered. Despite that, it was Miyo and Subana who failed in their task, setting their pupils off moments before Rykard’s balls tightened under the venerating tongue of Tess.

  Seed pumped in heavy spurts up his shaft, scattering all over Tess’s chest. Seed created an uninterrupted trail from her womb tattoo all the way to the colr-like tattoo around her neck. Punk and Altana kept on working his cock with great glee and little ability, the spasms running through their own bodies making the motions sloppy in a manner that Rykard derived little enjoyment from.

  ‘Ah well, they will learn,’ Rykard decided to be forgiving. He was in a good mood, so he let that go, in addition to the failure of Subana and Miyo to properly measure how much pleasure they could give. Submissives weren’t meant to be good at edging. Failures in that department he could accept and use as an excuse to punish them another time.

  The submissives, all four of the ones that could reach, were gncing at the thick load gzing Tess’ curvy body and ft midriff.

  “Clean her,” Rykard ordered.

  The two magical words had all four move with greed and curiosity. Subana and Miyo were there first. That they were teachers did not mean that they would miss out on their share of Master’s seed. Altana and Punk were driven by instinct and only moved with the same hurry when it was validated. Rich in magic and alchemically optimized, Rykard’s seed was the most delicious thing any woman could taste - at least one as heavily tilted towards submission as these four were.

  As soon as they had polished the st drop from the pte of Tess’ peaks and valleys, Rykard recimed control of the situation. A hand on the upper back of the gothic example sve, he guided her first into an upright position, then onto all fours. The Master climbed on the bed and the teachers moved their students along. Altana to his right, Punk to his left, both eagerly watching and listening to Miyo as the next act unfolded.

  “All holes are for our Master - all three of them,” the vixen commented while Rykard’s cock glided back and forth between the round cheeks of the ravenette. “Every hole has its purpose. Our pussies will see the most use, because he loves making us scream as he pounds us and to fill us with his virile seed.” Miyo directed Altana’s left hand to her baby bump. The ouroboros queen gasped when she touched the proof of swelling life within the fellow redhead’s belly. “Our mouths will see much use as well. The comfort hole is just so useful to serve him when he sits or ys, alone or in unity, our lips and tongues can please him.” Miyo brushed over the dark lips of the second Contestant turned sex sve. “Compared, our backdoors will see little use. Still, they are Master’s property, like the rest of us.”

  “I don’t know if I’m properly prepared for anal,” Punk muttered. “Ya know… stuff…”

  “Oh, silly tiefling,” Subana ughed. “Don’t worry about such things. Our Owner will have you be prepared, through magic and tenderness.”

  “What I want, I take,” Rykard stated clearly. “There’s no need to consider if it's dirty. I will make it not so. That is all there is to it.”

  “And still so hard,” Altana moaned.

  “I agreed to become his harem queen because I knew I could never sate his appetite alone, among other things,” Miyo confessed in lustful tones, “and this harem is still not rge enough to do more than appease. Prepare to lose your thoughts to bliss long before he is done with us tonight.”

  Tess moaned loudly. Rykard’s cock pressed into her sphincter. The puckered hole rexed, despite the pleasure that was tingling up her spine, allowing him to glide deeper and deeper into her. While the entrance stayed a tight ring, the heat behind was heavenly and tight in a way so different and delightful.

  Besides the alternative feeling of pressing walls rather than folds around his cock, a reason why Rykard loved anal was the sight of it. There was something additionally erotic and delectably obscene about the way a woman’s backside looked while her second lower hole was stretched by his girthy member.

  Tess clenched the bedsheets and grunted with animalistic bliss. Her soft cheeks yielded against her Master’s groin, fttening as he pushed the st few centimetres of his hard rod into her. Grinning with clenched teeth, head tilted back, she gave the ceiling a half-lidded stare. She was in another pce entirely. “Master’s cock is the best thing!” she pressed out, grinding her plump ass against him all the while.

  A rewarding smack to the rear made the gothic woman’s teeth part. She howled, pleasure and pain mixing, then screamed when he began to fuck her. It was a wild ride from the start, barely restrained by the grip of her widening sphincter, and became more rough the more he used her.

  By the end of the first minute, Tess came, crying out in pure bliss. By the end of the second minute, Rykard was pounding her at such speed to fill the room with a constant stream of spping noises. By the end of the third minute, the sex sve was rocking back and forth with such intensity that her huge, dangling tits joined in the noise. By the end of the fourth minute, Tess’ eyes rolled and she squirted all over the bedsheets. By the end of the fifth minute, she was still climaxing, letting out only what little air her taxed lungs could spare.

  Rykard grabbed Tess by her hair and pulled her head back. Spine curving, neck stretching, toes curling, the bck-lipped woman was an image of bliss. “All your holes belong to me and I’ll have you trained to love getting your ass pounded like this by the end of the night!” the Master decred. “Take a close look!”

  Letting go of Tess, Rykard’s hands found a new pce to rest around the waists of the initiates. Demandingly, he pulled them in. Both women moaned, then instinctively hugged him. Tails twitched. His fingers ran over their smooth skin. Red and blue, the two women gazed up at him. Their mouths hung open, continuously panting.

  “At her,” Rykard specified with a well-meaning chuckle.

  The two new submissives did as they were told, sharing in the sight of watching a fellow haremette getting taken from behind. “Fuck, women look good,” Punk whispered under a panted breath. “The way that fat ass jiggles is just… fuck…!” The feline tiefling shivered all over. “I think I just came a little…”

  Altana nodded along, mesmerized by the sight of her Master’s cock stretching the cocksleeve’s backdoor.

  “I want you to look just like that,” Rykard said and squeezed their butts. “Can you do that for me?”

  “”Yes, Master!”” they answered in proper unison. They gnced at each other when it happened, Punk smirking and Altana smiling softly. Their synchronicity did not survive past that, but it was a good start.

  The two new haremettes separated from him. Both got a swift swat to the rear as they departed, both moaned in response. Crawling on all fours, they fnked Tess with their own rears. Altana’s ass was a shapely, alluring thing, a little more on the slender side. A stark difference to Tess’ curvaceous bottom and one Rykard appreciated. He had a bit of a surplus of fat-bottomed girls. Punk was not hugely endowed either, but her bottom was not slender either. She was in that perfect sweet spot of bance in every way, dispying her pear-shape in a way that was simply… perfect. There really was no other word for it.

  For all of their freshness, the two new submissives were naturals. Punk’s aggressive nature led her to Tess’ lips. The gothic woman’s moans were muffled by the sudden make out session she received. The wet sounds of smacking lips joined the continued cpping of Rykard’s groin against the pale cheeks. After a little time, Punk withdrew from the kiss and Altana followed in her image.

  “Miyo, Subana - the plugs,” Rykard ordered.

  “”Yes, Master,”” the two teachers crawled off the bed and towards the bathroom. From there, they fetched a pair of entry-sized buttplugs used recently and thoroughly cleaned even more recently. Cecilia had made them from metal. They came with a buzzing function. Rykard did not intend to make use of it in this orgy.

  Back on the bed, the two teachers lubricated the toys with the overflowing pussy juice of their pupils. Once the metal was glistening wet, the rounded tip trailed up the gap between pussy and anus, ultimately coming to press against their sphincters.

  “Be and remain rexed,” Rykard cooed softly. His fingers found the cunts of his new sex sves. That Punk was no virgin made her pussy barely any less tight around his invading finger and she was certainly not loose. Both moaned loudly, clenching the sheets and throwing their heads back while they got their first taste of double penetration. Fingers pumped in and out of their slits to the rhythm of Rykard’s thrusts and the butt plugs were pressed ever deeper into their backdoors.

  The Hellcat expectedly did better with it. The occasional pre-orgasmic shiver made Subana pause in the gradual insertion of the sex toy. On Altana’s side, there was an element of nervousness. A species specialized in extracting seed from worthy males probably had little genetic memory of using that hole for pleasure. Ultimately, both their sphincters stretched around the broadest point of the buttplug and the whole object, save for the gem-decorated head, was fully inside them a moment ter.

  Rykard’s fingers brought them over the edge in that exact second. Altana and Punk joined Tess in her orgasmic cries, the howling of three blissed-out women adding to the symphony of cpping cheeks and wet fingering. “So go—-oooooood!” the gothic sex sve cried out.

  It was one of few sentences spoken in the following minutes. All preparations had been made and all that was left to be done was to pleasure the trio before him. At least for as long as this position sted, Rykard focused on fucking the gothic woman at the centre while showing the other two how good his fingers alone were.

  It was a delicious spread. Red, pale and blue meat in the shape of round derrieres rippled in front of him. Their backs tensed, pronouncing their median furrow and the smoothness of their skin. Each of them was a sculpted, individual masterpiece.

  His attention was split between the three of them and the two teachers that vied for his attention. Subana and Miyo crawled up to him, keeping their hands to themselves until he ordered them with a smug grin and upwards motion of his chin. Miyo understood his body nguage better than anyone and Subana was a quick learner. Large and huge breasts were pushed against him while they surrendered their tongues to him.

  It was only understandable that even a great man reached his limit in a situation like that.

  Rykard moved his fingers rapidly, feverishly trying to get Altana and Punk to climax with him. For Tess, there was no such consideration. The exempry sex sve was lost in ecstasy, dissolved into lustful vocalization and total trust in her Master, as she should have been. Subana and Miyo fingered themselves, also trying to reach completion with him. His accelerating, quivering thrusts were their countdown and then, all of them together, released.

  The constant stream of noises that had dominated the room for the past ten minutes came to a sudden stop as the muscles in all six bodies tensed up. Air was pressed out of lungs in grunts both relieved and desperate for more. Only miniscule motions remained. The swaying of Tess’ plump ass. Miyo and Subana veneratingly kissing the neck of their Master. Twitching folds around his fingers. His forwards tilt, pressing deeper into the depths of Tess’ backdoor. His balls tightened over and over again, delivering more of his seed into the depths of the raven-haired cocksleeve.

  The orgasm brought by his and their own fingers could not compare to getting ploughed well and proper. A sweaty, spasming mess, Tess remained ass up even after he had pulled out of her now agape sphincter. The widened hole twitched, ready to be used more.

  “Now that you have seen the example…” Rykard’s cock was still hard and it only took him the time to shuffle to the left to cast a cleaning spell that made everything that came next a simple matter.

  “Oh, fuck yes!” Punk moaned when the butt plug was pulled out of her. “Oh, fuck me!” she added, his cock now pressing against her anus. The plug had done good work at preparing her for her first anal experience, widening her just enough that she could anticipate what came next. “Oh… that’s HUGE!” she excimed. “Ah! That’s… only the head? Fuck, it feels so much… bigger even than it looks… Lady Lucia, make me a tight hole for my-... Master!”

  “Such a quick learner.” Rykard gave her an approving smack to the rear. His hand lingered, squeezing that perfectly banced backside while he sank deeper and deeper into her. The cat ears of the tiefling stood at attention. Her tail, currently a thin thing, coiled around his arm.

  Once fully inside her, Rykard lost little time to start pounding her. This was her first anal experience, but she was so enthusiastic about it, such a natural, that he had no need to wait. He fucked her hard from the start and got faster the better she got at taking it. Subana joined in by holding onto the much taller woman’s waist as her fingers rubbed the clit of the new sex sve.

  It took Punk barely any time to climax again. The Hellcat threw her head up, only for Rykard to cw into the abundance of her messy hair and shove her back down into the cushion. He kept hammering into her as she spasmed. He kept hammering into her the fact that he was the dom, physically and mentally. Half-covered by the pillow, her face was an animalistic grimace of pure bliss with each repeated impact of that fact.

  “Reward your teacher,” Rykard stated as he pulled out of her post-orgasmic sex sve.

  “Yeesh!” Punk slurred, lifting her head and finding Subana’s cunt in front of her. Entranced, she started eating the goddess out immediately.

  Rykard left the newly marked cocksleeve and moved across the bed. ‘This won’t do,’ he thought, when Altana’s gaze met him with lust and worry. However slight, that second emotion he could not abide in the bedroom. ‘I would be a terrible dom to just use her.’

  Rather than stay behind her, Rykard wrapped his arms around her and pulled the uncertain redhead into his arms. For all the reservations she had before coming to this world, Miyo proved once more that she was a harem queen by wiggling her way between Altana, now on her side, and Tess, still recovering. The new haremette was sandwiched by the man and the first woman of the harem.

  “All will be good, Altana,” Miyo cooed tenderly. “Trust Rykard.”

  “I do… it is just that this is going quite fast,” Altana muttered.

  “We can stop if you want to,” Rykard assured her, gently brushing over the vulnerable woman’s shoulder. She shook her head firmly. “Remember that I am only taking things as far as you permit me to.” His hand travelled downwards. “I want nothing more than for you to feel good. Always make sure that you’re happy.”

  “...Okay… Master,” Altana muttered.

  ‘Ah, how adorable inexperienced submissives can be,” Rykard thought and pced a tender kiss on her cheek. Simultaneously, he pulled out the butt plug and repced it with his cock.

  “Deep breaths,” Miyo guided. When it came to taking it, she was the much greater guide. “Rex on the inhale… that’s it… don’t worry, whatever pace you want is the pace Master wants.”

  “Ah…!” Altana let out a little cry of pleasure, Rykard’s cock now invading her. “It’s so big… will it really fit in that hole?”

  “It will, just keep breathing and rexing…. Good girl,” Miyo continued her supportive mutterings. “You’re safe here. No uncertainty. In Master’s arms there is only a future of delight.” She guided her fellow redhead’s hand to the swell of her stomach. “Life and pleasure.”

  “Life and pleasure… in Rykard’s arms,” Altana whispered, her voice warming and rexing as she did. “Life and pleasure in Rykard’s arms,” she repeated to herself, as if hypnotized. Deeper and deeper he sank into her, taking her exhales as his cue to push a little more.

  “I’m all the way in, Altana,” he told her.

  “Oh…” the chimera sounded surprised, but did not dwell on it. She closed her eyes. “I feel… full.”

  “Want to feel more?” Rykard asked flirtatiously. Now that they had covered her vulnerable state, it was time to increase the heat again.

  “...Yes, Master,” she purred.

  Her confidence was growing and Rykard elected to keep it slow for now because of it. Nibbling on her ear, he slowly pulled out. Miyo stopped in her encouraging whispers to kiss the breasts of the new haremette instead. A little more traditional pleasure to mix with the gentle thrusting.

  His thrusts were small at first. He barely moved even a quarter of his length out of her before pushing back inside. As her vocalizations grew more heated, so did the length of his thrusts. After gradually increasing the intensity for a minute, Rykard felt Miyo’s hand near his shaft, rubbing the former Contestant’s clit in slow circles. “Yes…” Altana cooed.

  That was the breaking point. Rykard’s acceleration grew more bold and urgent, and the redhead shouted not in surprise but in pure pleasure when he drove into her with enough power to create a cpping sound. Her dextrous tail, pinned under his side, spped against the side of the bed in unison with his thrusts. Once he was driving into her with proper, ploughing hardness, the noises stopped. Like her toes, the tip of her tail curled. She came.

  Altana did not thrash, nor did she spasm violently. At least in this instance, she was a trembling bundle of pheromones and endorphins blissfully tugged between her Master and his first sex sve. Rykard stopped pounding her, letting her ride it out gently while both of them kissed and caressed her. Every submissive was unique and so was the approach to training and caring for them.

  “I’ll move back to Punk now,” Rykard whispered in her ear, when the spasms abated. “I want to go back and forth between you two and Tess. I want you ass up head down, can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, Master,” Altana swooned, her controlled tone completely dissolved into love and trust.

  A success on every measure.

  “And reward Miyo for doing such a good job caring for you while you’re at it,” he told her as he pulled out.

  “More?” the Hellcat asked when he got back behind her. Her answer came in the form of a re-stretching of her backdoor. Barely, Punk managed to keep herself from focusing only on that sensation. She remembered her order well enough and dragged her nimble tongue through the fat mons of the stackylim in front of her.

  Rykard gave himself to the haze of motions, fucking Punk from behind until he felt like a change of hole was in order. He moved over to the right, reminding Tess that she was the example piece in all of this by giving her the roughest fucking of the three by far. She looked so much better fnked by two new cocksleeves eating out two established ones. Then, he was back to Altana. He was still being more tender with her, but the gap was shrinking with every thrust.

  Cpping and moans echoed in the spacious bedroom. The wet noises of pussies getting eaten mingled with that of Rykard fingering whoever was in reach. Who he cared to spank, he did. They were in a stretch was no longer teaching or being taught, but a proper orgy where every woman was involved and he got his fill of them until his body reached its limit.

  Not wanting to bless either of the two newcomers over the other, Rykard came inside Tess’ ass a second time. “Tha—ahnnnnnk youuuuuu, Maaa-aaaaaaasssss—-” That was as far as the gothic woman got before her chain of orgasms fried what remained of her brainwaves. Squirting all over the sheets, she was left a giggling, gooey mess. Her insides milked her man of all that the third orgasm was worth.

  Altana and Punk were first timers, so it wasn’t surprising that, even though they had shared the cock, Rykard had pounded them into a simir state. All three of the women only managed to keep their asses up with the st of their energy. They were barely even pping at Miyo and Subana anymore.

  Smirking to himself, the mage king gave his new servants a little shove. They fell to the side, revealing on their lower abdomens the marks of being his. In the middle of all of the pounding, he had made his magic flow into them and they had not resisted whatsoever. A little touch and the restorative properties of the mark, fundamentally designed to make pregnancies uncomplicated, were pushed into overdrive.

  Within a few minutes, they would have their stamina restored. Of course, Rykard could have just healed them the traditional way, but there were two good reasons not to do so. For one, he wanted them to bask in the post-rough fuck exhaustion, with all of its little aches and little pleasures. Beyond that, this gave him time to py with the two somewhat neglected members of the orgy.

  “Subana, Miyo, over here,” he ordered, waving them towards the lower half of the enormous bed.

  “What do you desire, Master?” she shortstack goddess asked diligently, once they were together.

  A spell stretched and reshaped the fabric of the bed to leave Rykard on a strip about the height of Miyo’s chest. Folding his hands behind his head, he let them figure out the rest. They did not even have to think about it.

  Subana hovered up. Miyo knelt. Positioned on opposite sides of the improvised loungers, the two women cupped their tits and squashed their magnificent softness against that of their female partner in servitude.

  Obviously, Subana’s gigantic tits were the dominant force in the ensuing ocean of squish and heat. The white-bck stackylim was the quintessential shortstack, her tits bigger than her head. Her little bck hands pressed into the overabundant meat. It spilled over and between her fingers. Two almost impossibly firm bags of hopes and dreams were pushed up against the tits of Miyo.

  The vixen was, of course, a well-endowed woman. Miyo had a shapely hourgss that had grown a little more curvy since her pregnancy began and would likely increase further before it was over. Her breasts had not yet grown by a full size, but the signs were there and even what she had before was enough to complete the encasing of Rykard’s cock in the ocean of softness.

  The test cleaning spell had left Rykard’s cock dry. The two women, softly glistening from the sweat of the heat in the room, tilted forwards. Drool dripped from extended tongues into their shifting cleavages. Kneading hands provided Rykard with a steady stream of mild stimution. Spit mixed with dribbling precum. The solution was spread down his shaft by eager little bounces.

  They were panting. Subana and Miyo were panting like a pair of animals in mating season. Subana, of course, had especially sensitive tits. That Miyo did not hardly mattered, because both of them had the ultimate kink a submissive was trained towards: absolute pleasure derived from obedience alone.

  “Such good girls,” he told them, unfolding his hands to pce them on the backs of their heads instead. The words and his touch made them cry out in bliss, triggering a spontaneous orgasm that had been building for a while. “You’ve done everything I’ve asked you to. You showed the new two everything except the ropes. Very good girls.”

  They turned their heads towards him as much as they could without hindering the performance below. Excitement added quivers and spasms to the skilled effort of massaging his length with their chest pillows. They stopped drooling all over themselves, every move now lubricated by the mixture of their fluids.

  “Keep your tongues busy, for me,” he ordered them.

  “”Yessh, Mashtahr…” they slurred. Following his guidance, the pink and golden lips of the two met in a heated kiss. It was more than a kiss in the heat of the moment. Their retionship was founded in their mutual submission to and love for him, but they were more than just tangentially involved.

  Rykard loved his harem to be internally loving as well and the two perfect submissives followed that wish to the utmost. They kissed, craving to pleasure the other, to please their Master, which pleased themselves. It was a positive feedback loop of the most delightful variety.

  Something about the sight or their technique brought Rykard towards his next orgasm much faster than he had anticipated. A boon, all things considered, and he did not stop them in their dedication. To cum quickly was good at some times, to give the women an ego boost on just how good they could make him feel.

  “Yes, keep shaking your tits!” he grunted. He stood at the edge, surrounded by the squish of a harem queen and a goddess. It could be argued which was the higher authority in this world. It was doubtlessly true that his was higher than either. “I’m cumming!”

  The warning broke the kiss. Mouths wide open, the two sex sves prepared themselves to taste his seed. The first spurt exploded from the joined cleavages. Even if it was the fourth of the evening, his balls remained plentiful. The second and third spurt quickly followed, marking their faces with more of the dripping white. Fourth and following did not have the pressure to fully escape their bosom.

  Much as Rykard enjoyed the sight that followed, them orgasmically cleaning the seed off each other with tongue and fingers, he was not yet done for the night. “I’ll come back to you after finishing the marking,” he whispered to the teachers. “Keep yourselves nice and wet for me.”

  “As you desire, Master,” Miyo swooned.

  “Always your toy, Master,” Subana added.

  ‘Truly, I am blessed,’ Rykard thought with a smirk. The bed returned to its regur shape and he turned around to face the other three women on it.

  Tess had managed to roll on her back, but she was far from recovered. She had taken the brunt of his attention for the majority of the entanglement and he had not blessed her with a touch of restorative magic. Still shivering, the raven-haired woman could have continued. She had stepped back from the precipice of the temporary mind break that he so loved to inflict on his submissives.

  However, her role in this orgy had ended. Blissed out as she was, she could continue to masturbate while serving as the dividing line between the new sex sves in the room.

  “Who is it going to be first, Master?” Punk asked. Her voice was a bit raspy still from all the screaming and her skin shiny from sweat. Beyond that, one wouldn’t have guessed that she had been recently pounded anally. The healing magic had aided even her sphincter in properly closing again. Lying on her back, the Hellcat spread her pussy and smirked, making an offering out of herself.

  “Choose whoever you desire, Master!” Altana spoke loudly, pulling his attention over to her. The chimera was openly eager. Feminine grace was in her being, but it was subdued by her species’ sheer desire to have the seed of the powerful. Both of her hands were by her parted legs, spreading her cunt and showing the purplish-pink of her insides. The wet folds twitched needfully. “Even if you do not breed me, please bless me with the sensation of your superior genetics filling me.”

  Rykard chuckled at the formution and rubbed his chin. “You already got your preference earlier, plus Altana has been waiting for longer,” he announced his decision and then moved to the right. “This has been a long time coming,” he whispered to the redhead. “You’ve proven yourself to me and the world, Altana. We’ll take your species to the future - together.”

  “Yes!” the redhead moaned excitedly and put her legs around his waist.

  The genetic memory of wringing a man dry was clearly expressed in her yellow eyes. Rykard saw it and stared back with dark determination. If Altana had fur, it would have bristled. What human hair she had stood on edge anyway. Her instinct was to get every sequence of genetic information out of him. An instinct he would reshape.

  The power dynamic was carved into her awareness - and that just made her even hornier. Chimera or not, Altana was a woman and women loved to feel danger without a threat. “You’ll be my little breeding sve,” Rykard stated and pushed into her.

  “Yes, Master,” Altana swooned. Hearts quite literally formed in her yellow eyes, pink pigmentation manifesting in them as a physical proof of her love. She had fallen for him completely. All of that genetic memory of hers? Brought to heel in the face of a superior organism. She wouldn’t milk him dry, she would be a good set of holes for him to relieve himself with. That was how she would get his seed.

  Altana’s tight tunnel reshaped itself as he sank into her. It was like the first time he had fucked Lyvia, just faster. With every moment, her walls were shifting around them. They weren’t properly human either, a clear, succubus-esque pulsing sucking him in deeper. Her heels against his lower back also encouraged him to fill her more.

  There was no tenderness needed with her, this was what this form of the ouroboros sve was built for. Even a virgin, she was built to be pounded as her Master pleased!

  Rykard smmed the rest of the way into her. It was like jumping into an ocean of pleasant warmth and massaging tendrils. The caress of her walls was inhumanely good. A lesser man would have cum on the spot. Rykard had a lot of practice with the kind.

  It was time for the mating press.

  Getting fully on top of the redhead, her hips curled up, she was made to moan. He pinned her wrists above her head. He cimed her lips. She tasted sweet. Her eyes rolled up as he smmed into her a second time. “Let go. You are mine now. That’s all you need to think about.”

  “Yours… Master’s!” Altana shouted. Individual words followed in the gaps between his hard, slow thrusts. “Master’s! Rykard’s! Breeding! Sve! Submissive! Property! Master! Cock! Master’s… Cock! Massster’s! Masshterr’s…. Coo-ah–ck— Mash… Mashtahr!”

  Her thought derailed more and more as he pounded her faster and faster. The bed was creaking before long, taking thrusts hard enough to make the tits of the adjacent goth woman jiggle.

  Altana’s spine curved as she came. Truthfully, she had started to climax the moment he had filled her, but only now did it hit her with the full intensity of it all. He was hammering her at full speed. Even as her massaging walls convulsed, he could plough her like a fertile field. All of her was designed to be cimed by him.

  Another sloppy kiss muffled the ecstatic cries of the former Contestant. He was dominating her from top to bottom lips. Her tongue was his pything. Her medium-sized tits were his to grope and fondle, the nipples his to flick, pinch and twist. Every part of her curves was his to caress. Her cunt was his to hammer at blurring speeds. Her ass was his to make jiggle with the hard impacts.

  Rykard grabbed her by the horns, changing the angle slightly to drive into her with longer, slower thrusts for a change of pace. Head raised he could see Tess fingering herself to his pace and Punk… Punk was staring.

  “He’s absolutely breaking her… and then he’s going to break me…” she muttered, her lips twitching upwards into a smile. “Oh Lucia thank you for making men this fucking awesome!”

  “You just wait your turn, Svecat,” he told her.

  “Oh, I live the sound of that,” Punk moaned, barely managing to keep her hands from venturing to her erogenous areas. “This selfish kitty wants to keep watching you break her and she wants to get pounded, Master.”

  “Wait - your - turn,” Rykard growled.

  The harsh order had the same effect on Punk as it had Altana. Demon or not, Punk was a woman and women REALLY loved to feel in danger without being threatened. Well, the women that Rykard picked for his harem were like that anyway.

  “I’ll now fuck you until your pussy fulfils its purpose of making me cum,” Rykard told the half-drunk chimera under him. “Are you looking forwards to being my cumdump?”

  “First… shtep in… being… breeding sve…!” Altana managed to push out.

  “That’s right good - GIRL!” Rykard roared and returned his full pace.

  Altana clenched her teeth, the pleasure hitting her in full force all over again. Pressed into the sheets, pinned down and buried under his broader frame, she existed to be his sex pet and she loved it. They both loved it. They loved it when she grunted past her pearly white, sharp fangs. They loved it when she radiated heat from the overflowing desire. They loved it when her repeated orgasms reached a zenith, pussy juice gushing from her cunt in heavy squirts - and then he came inside her.

  Altana looked like her world came to a stop.

  There was that brief moment of crity. Sometimes, just before an incredible orgasm hit, the mind of a person had a revetion of sorts of what was happening. A second to rationally take in what they were going through - immediately followed by every reason needed to keep doing what they were doing.

  Altana went O-mouthed. Her eyes rolled up as far as they could go. Her spine arched, her toes and tail curled, and she was quiet. Quiet except for the rustling of the sheets under spasming frame. She kept on squirting while his balls tightened. Her pussy pulsed around his manhood, massaging every drop out of his shaft and into her womb.

  “Good girl,” Rykard whispered to her, petting her head while his orgasm petered out. “That’s a good cum dump.”

  “Mashh…ter…” she weakly muttered.

  “Try to stay awake until I have fucked Punk too,” he said gently. “She’s your sister in submission. She watched you getting broke in, you can return the favour.”

  “Y-yesssshhhh…!”

  The response was weak but enthusiastic. Rykard made it a bit easier for her by leaving a little more restorative energy behind.

  Punk gulped when he came towards her. She gulped and spread her legs wide. “Get the feelin’ you’re gonna redefine what sex means to me.”

  “That’s the goal,” Rykard answered without a hint of humour. He grabbed her ankles and bent them upwards, pinning them north of her head. Her knees were next to her cat ears. She was drooling already, staring at his cock. “I prefer virgins, but I won’t lie: I do take pleasure in eliminating the memories of other men.”

  “Do to me whatever you want, Master,” Punk pleaded and spread her swollen cunt with her hands once again. It was the final invitation Rykard needed.

  Descending on her, the tip of his cock pressed against her folds and slipped upwards. Her tightness was too much for him to get inside unguided. Punk realized this on the second approach, grabbed his cock, shivered at the heat, and kept him steady as he parted her outer folds.

  Ironically, penetrating Punk was a slower affair than the virgin. Her pussy was fundamentally human. There was a little bit of that extra demonic pulsing around, but not enough to compare her to a succubus or other kinds of more semen-extracting monster girls. The Hellcat had not lied when she had said that she had a limited amount of previous experiences and the st one must have been some time back. She was that tight - or maybe he was just that rge.

  “Oooo-o-o-ohhhh fuuuuuuuck…!” Punk cried out. “Oh, it’s only halfway in… oh, fuck yes! I did not wake up today thinking I would get fucking BROKEN by my MASTER but I’m all in for it! Make me your demonic sex kitten, stud!”

  To be so free of worry when he and her father could very well come to blows… a problem for after he had done as she pleaded.

  Centimetre for centimetre, he pushed the rest of the way inside her. He lingered, only moving with little thrusts, while her insides got accustomed to the only cock that would matter for the rest of her life. The Hellcat was breathing, controlled and excited, her medium-sized breasts rising and falling, the dark red nipples erect.

  “Break me, Master,” she begged sweetly. “Break m-”

  “Alright, enough of you pretending to be a person,” Rykard interrupted her. He only needed one hand to keep her legs pinned. The digits of the other had a better pce around her throat, squeezing her windpipe so no words could come through. “Sex kittens don’t need to speak, they just need to cum for their Master.”

  Punk nodded eagerly, grinning wildly, waiting for what came next. Motion for motion, he stretched her out, preparing her pussy for the hard pounding that they got ever closer to. Every ascent of his hips was quicker, every descent harder than the st. The other four women in the room gasped in delight when the first proper impact echoed through the room.

  PLAP!

  Rykard let her breathe. The fresh flow of oxygen set her nerves alight. She came as soon as he pressed down again. Fresh life and asphyxiation mixed into a haze that elevated her pleasure beyond anything she could have felt before. Rykard knew that for certain. What man could compare to him? What woman would have her eyes roll up already if they had known simir pleasure before?

  The wild mane of bck-pink hair of the Hellcat was the backdrop for her debauched expression. Bck lips were curled into a crazy smile. Her eyes unevenly opened, one eyelid fluttering, she couldn’t even look straight.

  PLAP! PLAP!

  The pace increased further. Punk only managed to produce any sound when he let her. Any exhale she was allowed took the form of a scream. Then he was choking her again, using her again, pounding her harder and harder.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  That ass was every bit as perfect a cushion as it looked. It cked that pure jiggle of a fat bottom like Subana or Aclysia had, but the firmness made up for that wonderfully. She was a bottom-heavy thing of aggressive sexiness. Her cat tail flopped left to right randomly.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  He was hammering her hard now. Every bit of power he thought she could take, he expended. Looking around, he found Subana and Miyo wildly fingering each other to the scene. Tess did the same to herself. Altana just smiled softly and quivered from the continued aftershocks of her wild deflowering.

  Punk, as she had desired, broke.

  It was a gradual process and then it was a sudden event. She threw her head back, screamed silently, and squirted. The intense orgasm was the culmination of the night, from the moment he had scooped her into his flirting with Altana everything had led to Punk’s pretty head becoming devoid of every concept besides two words.

  Rykard let go of her throat to hear her moan them. “Massshtarrr….. Cooooooooock!” the wilful, sassy minx decred her entire vocabury and spasmed as another heavy impact set off the next in the chain of her orgasms.

  Grinning, Rykard raced towards his own next release. He had done to them everything he had set out to do and now it was time to reap the reward of pumping yet another womb full of his cum. The sensation of conquest made his motions feel light, no matter how rough they truly were.

  One final plunge, and his world was filled with dots of light. His field of view narrowed to Punk’s lewd face and her tits, squished between her shapely thighs. His sensation narrowed to his cock twitching inside her, semen rushing down the length of his shaft to pump into the squirting cocksleeve. She did not have an intense reaction to being creampied, but she did still love it.

  Rykard breathed slowly, coming down from his high gradually. Punk was still trembling under him. He carefully released her legs, guiding them back to a normal position, then gave the Hellcat plenty of kisses for aftercare. His magic would prevent subdrops, but it was still the proper thing to do.

  The tender care put the Hellcat into such a rexed state that she simply passed out. Rykard found that Altana had also closed her eyes by now, leaving him with a mostly satisfied goth, as well as a vixen and a goddess that could go for a lot more.

  And more he gave them.