The make out session with Tess had to come to an end. The groping session, however, happily continued. Subana had been entrusted with cleaning the weapon thoroughly in the bathtub. Not that it would matter too much, as it would remain hidden within Tess’ dimensional storage.

  Rykard’s tongue separated from the sweet taste of victory that was Tess’ saliva. While she let out a disappointed, tiny sigh, he continued to finger her pussy and twist her nipples. The beginning of an appropriate reward for her and a minor obstacle to him speaking to the rest of his haremettes. “The other Contestants will believe it was us, no doubt.”

  “It will not matter, they will have no evidence.” Miyo was more than a little pleased with the report Tess had given. “This could not have gone better for us. We can leverage our position for additional gains. In theory, at least.”

  “My dad will definitely give you something if you promise to give him a higher winning position,” Punk weighed in. “If y’all are happy with getting ‘the Big Dick’ consteltion.”

  “Depends on the level of abstraction.” Rykard pced a series of kisses between Tess’ shoulder and her earlobe. “I can already feel the confirmation from the gods,” he whispered to her. “The victory is mine. All went as we desired and it is your accomplishment, my dear.”

  “Did you expect any—” Tess stopped, the pinching of her left nipple making her strain lustfully in his p. “Anything lessssss?”

  “Of course not,” Rykard purred into her ear. “You’re a good girl. You would never disappoint your Master. From the moment you snuck into my hotel to get your pretty little head scrambled, you’ve been a series of fantastic certainties.”

  “Master, may I eat her out?” Miyo asked.

  Another step in this chain of appropriate rewards. Rykard waved his first haremette closer. Sliding from her armchair, the still dressed woman crawled across. Where her Master continued to work the goth’s clit, the harem queen’s tongue invaded Tess’ pussy. The combined effort made her climax within seconds. The first of many.

  Subana returned from the bath with the dagger clear, dry, and freshly oiled. They took a tiny break in their lovemaking to hide the murder instrument immediately. After that, it was right back to kisses, fingering, and pussy licking. “Our official story is that I attempted to break the spell, but failed,” Rykard told everyone. “Unbelievable as that is, they should have no evidence to the contrary.”

  “Totally unbelievable,” Punk said.

  “Then what will our next move be?” Altana asked.

  “We will carefully insinuate that we have evidence of who did it to the parties we believe we can gain payment from,” Subana said. “In my humble opinion, that would be Lord, as his daughter mentioned…”

  “I’m useful!”

  “...and perhaps Cryo. I am less certain about Benhuldran. Loran I do not believe to be interested in such personal glories, so he would refuse unless he can leverage it for something I am unaware of.”

  “Why do you think Cryo would accept?” Altana was genuinely curious. “I do not regard him as a glory hound either.”

  “According to my adorable Helenn, some artifice requires celestial formations to be programmed properly, so he would want certain stars in the sky,” Subana said.

  “And Benny?” Punk asked.

  “Believes in glory but not in swindling. It will be a tough sale.”

  “I will decide who to approach first once we leave this room,” Rykard stated. “For now, Tess, what would you like as your reward?”

  Tess raised a hand, signalling for the groping and licking to stop for a moment. She gathered her breath, before delivering a heartfelt wish. “The greatest treasure of all, Rykard - Breed me.”

  The king’s heart skipped a beat. His cock tensed. The urge to leave his seed, virile and strong, in the wombs of his many women was only held back by the necessity of the household. It had been three months since he had impregnated the ‘first wave’ of his haremettes. It was too early to pump a new set full of baby batter. One, however, could be reasonable. His harem had expanded tremendously since then, as had his Estate. The concerns of space, volume, and hands were greatly diminished.

  Still, on base principle, it would be unfair to the others to give Tess her turn ahead of the next wave.

  Against that was weighed the fact that she had just handed him the literal sky on a golden ptter.

  Rykard exchanged a short gnce with Miyo. The redhead was the representative of the harem, of the women who would ultimately have to deal with the babies more than he did. Certainly, he aimed to be a good father, spending many hours with his many children. Yet, it would be the women that carried them, that provided milk, and that would do the brunt of the safekeeping. The mothers would suffer for it more if he gave in to the impulse to breed at every opportunity, stuffing his infirmary to the brim.

  Miyo nodded after only a short contemption. “The circumstances justify an exception.”

  One hurdle had been cleared, now Rykard only had to decide for himself if he wanted to allow this request. ‘Will another woman do something of a simir magnitude anytime soon?’ he asked himself. The answer to that was obvious. Therefore, he could safely allow himself the answer here without compromising on the rules of his household.

  Tess let out a surprised gawk when he practically jumped to his feet. The naked ravenette was thrown on the bed. “Is that a yes?”

  “What does it look like?” Rykard asked teasingly, barely restraining himself from literally ripping his clothes off. “You’ll be pregnant before we are back at the Estate. If not, I will stay at the Estate until you are.”

  Tess swooned, parted her legs, and waited for him to descend.