The spellwork that Rykard used to keep his seed infertile was undone in a fsh of pink light. While he climbed on the bed, Miyo addressed the other three haremettes in the room. “Altana, Subana, Punk, you three will sit over there,” the redhead pointed at the couch. “Watch. Carve the sight of your Master pounding a sibling for your children into a fellow haremette’s womb into your mind. Do not approach, however. If Rykard’s virility has kept up with his other increases, a stray spurt may impregnate you.”

  A ridiculous, but not fully unwarranted worry, especially for Altana. Rykard paused in approaching Tess for just long enough to verify they were following the harem queen’s order - and to give one of his own. “Pleasure yourselves as you watch.”

  “”Yes, Master!”” Unified agreement was swiftly followed by moans. Women so fiercely different in looks and temperament lined up shoulder to shoulder on the couch and began to pleasure themselves and each other. Subana looked even tinier between the two new additions to the harem. Punk eagerly groped the enormous tits of the goddess, whose head turned to suck on the hard nipples of Altana.

  Rykard paid them no further mind. Their sweet gasps were the background music to the breeding that would commence. “Breeding, such a wonderful word,” he thought out loud and grabbed her plump ass. “Your alibi, then, will be that I was too busy filling your womb for either of us to do anything.”

  “Whatever you want, Master, just get me pregnant,” Tess spoke, her cool voice distorted by the heat flushing her cheeks. She was wet, even wetter than usual. Knowing that this was going to be more than pleasurable had both of them more aroused than usual.

  Lifting her ass from the sheets, Rykard pulled her towards him. His cock hovered above her already drenched cunt. The hard shaft twitched, drooling precum on her pussy. He thought to ask for final confirmation, then decided against it. He would not insult her resolve to be a broodmare for him, not when she had done and abandoned so much in order to be exactly where she was right now.

  Knowing her purpose, Miyo grabbed Rykard’s cock. “May Amaterasu and all gods of fertility bless my king’s loins,” she prayed, while angling his cock downwards. A glistening path was left where the head travelled, from the centre of the heart-shaped womb tattoo down to her hot, swollen womanhood. “May my Master’s supremacy find purchase in her and quicken into a child.” The chant continued, the redhead’s breathing audible, yet her pronunciations were clear. “Oh, Rykard, my love, my owner, my dom and my king, let me witness as you expand our family. Through ecstasy, open her womb to your seed. Make Tess the breeding sve she yearns to be.”

  “Make me the breeding sve I yearn to be!” Tess echoed.

  “””Make her the breeding sve she yearns to be!””” the woman in the background chanted.

  Kept steady by his first woman’s hand, Rykard pushed forwards. For once, it was him who was too turned on to formute a single word. All he was at that moment was a stud, mounting a prized mare. The warmth of her tight walls was searing. The slow advance had both of them howl.

  She was climaxing before he was even fully inside her. Walls clenched, slowing him down further. Yet, her legs wrapped around his hips all the same. Urgently, her heels pressed against his lower back. Rykard reached down, found her hands, and locked fingers with her. Miyo backed away, a knowing, adoring smile on her lips. She remained in the corner of Rykard’s vision, settling by the side of the scene. She would be there if he had need of her.

  Until then, his attention was solely on the mother of his next child.

  The thought had Rykard grunt animalistically. Instincts intertwined with love. His head descended. He pressed a kiss on her forehead, on the base of her ear, then her lips. Tongues met in aroused dance. Not all base desires were hard and rough around the edges. The butterflies dancing in the man’s stomach fluttered ever stronger. He stroked her hair and pushed the rest of the way into her.

  Tess’ eyelids fluttered, another orgasm making her barely calmed walls clench around him with renewed intensity. Sheathed completely in her womanhood, Rykard took the moment to change their position. If she wanted to be bred, there was only one way to properly start this off.

  That fat ass of hers stuck out between his legs. Her own were halfway pulled in. Incredibly thick thighs pressed against him, while lower legs hooked around. Her feet were locked behind him, barring him from an escape he would not have dreamt off anyway. Fingers scratched over his back, the clipped nails leaving only a pleasantly tingling trail.

  They were locked like that for a while. The hug of her legs was too intense to move. Her arms pulled his broad chest against her huge tits. Rykard could barely even see her face, so close were they as they made out. Sight would have understated her beauty anyhow. She felt fertile under him, a set of curves made for mating. The sweetness of her pheromones was intoxicating. The knowledge that his seed was virile now seemed to have seeped all the way down to her bodily functions, making her spread a smell that was unlike anything else.

  Not all base desires were hard and rough around the edges - but what followed certainly was.

  Hunger and raw male instinct took over. Rykard’s legs strained, to let his hips rise. He lifted him along with her, the greedy embrace of her legs scarcely loosening. He barely drew out of her, then smmed his hips back down.

  PLAP!

  “”””AH!!!”””” Four women moaned at once, in awe at the bed-creaking impact of their Master’s hips. Miyo, Altana, Subana and Punk - Vixen, Ouroboros Queen, Goddess and Hellcat, all of them experienced a spike of arousal just watching their Master plunge into his breeding sve once. Their bodies remembered what it was like to be a mating press. Their bodies yearned to be bred just like that. Miyo, especially, remembered the hours upon hours that she had been walk-fucked to end up with his first child in her belly.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  While the watching woman kept experiencing second hand delight, Tess was melting under Rykard. Screams were muffled by the complete conquest of her lips. Her tongue was only reacting to his prodding. Her eyes were barely and unevenly open. Yet, her arms and legs kept as tight as her cunt.

  Every time he pulled back, he lifted her lower body with him. Every time he plunged back in, her ass and thighs rippled. Her pussy gushed, climax after climax releasing more of that fertile scent. The constant ecstasy primed her body to receive his seed.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  Rykard was about to climax. It had been less than three minutes since he had entered her. A time short by his standards, even for a rough pounding like this. There was a pride in the back of his mind that demanded he did more. A pride that usually won out. Yet, in this moment, it was silenced. He could not stop himself. Everything besides his desire for performance yearned for this release.

  Grabbing the sides of her head, he was about to growl an order to her. Blue eyes locked with him, silencing his vocal cords. His hips still moved, providing a constant stream of wet spping sounds while Tess did what no submissive ever should and yet a woman like her was absolutely allowed to - she gave him an order.

  “Get me pregnant!” she demanded, her tone between lust-crazed and militantly serious. “Get - me - pregnant! Get me pregnant! Getmepregnant! Get - mee - preg–pregnant! Get me—” Over and over again, she chanted this plea, this order, this desire. She was lucid, yet completely gone. A state that Rykard followed her into with one more thrust.

  He went deeper than should be pleasurable. Tess was too turned on or too masochistic to care, probably both. His cock almost met her cervix. His balls tightened. The first spurt pumped into her depths. Tess’ attempts to press out another repeat of the chant was undone, repced by a messy mix of scream and ughter.

  Virile seed continued to pool inside her. A true satisfaction settled in that regur sex did not quite offer. The gap was little, Rykard loved his casual entanglements, but it was definitely there. The knowledge, the satisfaction, that he was going to fill that womb properly was… ecstatic.

  If he meant to, he could have used divination magic to test for her pregnancy that very moment. Why stop to enact a complicated ritual when he could keep pounding her and then try the less complex version in an hour? By then, the myriad of possibilities of his seed taking would have narrowed considerably.

  Plus, he had no desire to stop already.

  Against that desire, he had to pull out of her for a moment. Eager to get back to fucking, he turned her on all fours hastily. The breeding instinct was in full swing, just like those huge tits dangling from her chest. A bitch in heat, Tess presented her fat ass to her Owner. Juices trickled down her thighs. He thrust into her before his seed could join.

  “Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaah! AH! Ahh…. ah, yessss! Ah! Yes, Master!” A myriad of ecstatic cries echoed in the room while he took her from behind. A different kind of ‘“PLAP!’ filled the room. Rather than her thighs, her juicy behind took the brunt of the force of his thrusts. She swayed her hips back and forth, matching his rhythm. Much as he enjoyed that, he enjoyed ploughing her more.

  Her straight bck hair was easy to grab and easy to pull taut. Tess threw her head back from the sweet pain before he could really yank her back. Such a naughty girl, she was. Her body was just made for all of this. Getting her hair pulled, getting fucked from behind, all of it so Rykard could add more swimmers to the competitive race for her ovum.

  Rykard held her by the curve of her hip. His fingers clenched from the overbearing pleasure. He felt soft, smooth skin and hard muscles. ‘Fuck, she is tight,’ he thought, pounding her gushing cunt with the same force that had broken the bed he had deflowered her on. There was absolutely no doubt that this was the deepest desire of hers he was fulfilling.

  A sharp smack made Tess and all the other women in the room moan. The air in the room was pregnant with the mixing pheromones. Tess’ were the sweetest, most present, of course. Yet, if Rykard had known less about biology, he would have assumed the other three had gone into estrus from watching. Rykard listened to their moans, basked in their scents, and ignored the urge to move to them next.

  Their time to be bred would come.

  The second orgasm closed in after several minutes of hard doggy style. Rykard raced towards the climax, only accelerating further the closer he got. It all ended with that sweet and temporary loss of control over his own hips. Spasms made him press into the convulsing hole. The walls around clenched down to milk him. His balls tightened to oblige.

  “MASTER!” Tess screamed, before falling quiet. His hot seed pumped into her depths, leaving her in a state beyond lucidity. Her plump rear was shaking, drawing little circles in the air, all in a deliberate effort to keep breeding her.

  A little bit of sanity wormed its way back into the craze. Two thick, virile loads had pumped deep into her. Rykard had a lot to give, but diminishing returns were a real thing. That and he still had a Divine Game to pretend he was a part of.

  “You get one more!” Rykard smacked Tess ass. A thankful moan filled the air, while her ass rippled. He took the time to watch the abundant meat settle, before pulling out and flipping Tess back over. Huge tits quaked while she came to a still. “Will these get even rger as they swell with milk?” he wondered aloud.

  The harem king cupped his breeding sve’s tits. Pressing them against each other, he indulged in the firm softness. Smooth skin yielded to his rough grasp, much to the enjoyment of the set of holes they belonged to. Tess’ throaty moans were deep in tone and slurred in detail. Her tongue hung out of her agape mouth. Half-lidded, blue eyes stared while he leaned down to give her nipples a lick. One, then the other, then both. Her breasts were more than rge enough that he could squish them together and put those pale pink crowns next to each other.

  While he tasted her hot sweat and fertile pheromones, Miyo’s hand grabbed his cock. Her fingers were drenched with her own juices. Just watching had put the redhead into a euphoric state beyond words. Her duty as his first submissive ran deeper than her knowledge of nguage. Once more, she angled his cock so all he had to do was thrust forwards.

  Good service like that ought to be rewarded.

  Grunting, his cock once more enveloped by a stretched (but by no means loose) cunt, Rykard pulled his head up. Nonchantly, he grabbed Miyo by the back of the head. “Master,” the pregnant vixen swooned orgasmically, his touch alone enough to set her over the edge again. Her shivers got stronger when he demandingly dragged her to Tess’ chest.

  A haremette could be led to breasts and they would py with them. Selecting for women that enjoyed one another’s bodies always proved to have arousing payoffs. With great sapphic enthusiasm, Miyo kneaded and sucked the right boob of the goth woman. Rykard concentrated on the left.

  Master and first sve together pyed with Tess’ absolutely magnificent tits. The spheres stretched when they pulled at the nipples with teeth or fingers. They fell back into pce with gorgeous jiggles. They gave, de- and reformed as they were pyed with. Bites left delightful marks on the pale skin. In the short gaps between the groping and kissing, they swayed.

  Rykard was fucking her the entire time. The pace was slower, courtesy of his split attention, but he knew Tess could appreciate that. They were both past the completely mindless need to fill her up. Thrust for thrust, he moved towards his third orgasm. A slow advance, during which the roughness diminished and was repced with loving tenderness.

  The aggressive pying with her tits transitioned into gentle kisses all over her chest and neck. Miyo focused on the midriff, finding enough of her words to once again whisper a sermon. “Breed… Master breed this sex sve… give sibling to my daughter… Master’s seed… I want Master’s seed in more wombs… fill her… breed…” It was far from her usual level of articution and interruption by all the sloppy kisses she pced over abs and groin. Most of her focus id in dragging her tongue over the curves of the womb tattoo. “I love Master breeding submissives… I love it… I love it… I love Tess!”

  Rykard kissed his way up to the goth woman’s ear. “I love you too, Tess,” he whispered.

  “Mhmmm…assssst…ter,” she managed to press out a response. No other word was she capable of, but her tone was drenched in the mutual feeling all the same. Jittery legs closed around his hips one more time. They tensed, one final orgasm rolling through the breeding sve. Rykard sank all the way into her. He lingered in her heat, then released.

  A third rge load pumped into Tess, to the delight of the three haremettes watching. They commented with moans and tired giggles, energy spent from feverishly masturbating all this time. Tess only produced tiny little cries. The corners of her bck lips were curled into a gooey smile. To call her ecstatic would have been to undersell it. Tess was getting impregnated.

  A truly joyous sensation like no other.

  The high ebbed away gradually, leaving Rykard with a happy afterglow. He settled next to Tess on the bed. While his cock defted, Miyo gave him gentle service, carefully not to overstimute his post-orgasmic sensitivity.

  “Now the wait begins…” Tess whispered.

  “It won’t be a long wait,” Rykard answered.

  “Several weeks qualifies as long.”

  Rykard raised an eyebrow, only now realizing that Tess, who had grown up in poverty, likely did not know the regur detection spell. “By means of biomancy and divination, we will know within a few hours,” he assured her.

  “Ah.” Tess’ reaction was muted, partly because she was tired, partly because that was just her nature. “...Then I will doze off for a moment.”

  “You do that,” he encouraged, lovingly brushing some of her dishevelled strands back from her forehead. “I will take care of everything.”

  The dimensional lock on the room lifted at that moment.