“I am Subana, Goddess of Fated Submission, and I have seen it fit to descend from the heavens to take my rightful pce as Master’s sleeve. For the duration of his mortal life and certainly for the duration of this game that we py, my powers are constrained by contract and obligation. I shall live, eat, and breed in Rykard’s household and I shall be of no greater influence than an archangel could be, thus is that contract that I will virtuously follow.”

  The goddess sat on the bed. Her long tail curved behind her short, stacked form, lending an additional air of elegance to her calm demeanour. Calm for the most part. The fact that she was kneading her own tits as she spoke distracted from her proper posture. As did that she had to visibly gulp to keep the drool at bay. Her heterochromatic gaze was firmly locked on Rykard’s dick.

  For once he had no one attending it.

  “Can you run that by me again?” Vako requested. “Just take it from the top.”

  “I am Subana, Goddess of Fated Submission, and I have-”

  “I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!” Vako jumped up in the bed and aggressively pointed a finger at the shortest shortstack. “Why you here, why, you, you here why?”

  “Master is just that great,” the goddess answered and put a hand on her cheek. The other wandered down to her cunt. “Ah, he took me like a true stud st night. No more virgin holes. I am forever cimed… ehe… ehehehehe… whoops!” She wiped the drool off the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “How unsightly of me.”

  “What are you getting so upset about anyway?” Helenn asked and hovered over to hug her goddess and creator. “Subana acknowledged that we have the bestest of all best Masters! There’s no greater blessing whatsoever! You’re the best, Subana!” The cherub threw herself down in worship.

  “Stop it,” Subana moved a finger up and Helenn began to levitate, preventing her from prostrating herself. “Now I am just Subana, your fellow haremette.”

  “Quite so,” Rykard took that as his in for the conversation. “Subana is another one of my women, nothing more and certainly nothing less. There will be no exceptions for her. I haven’t even bred her yet.”

  The assurance caused Vako and Cecilia to visibly rex. “That’s good, that’s good,” the gnome said and stretched. “Here I thought that my tiny boobs would get ignored forever now.”

  “Tiny,” Rykard ughed and leered at the shortstack’s very much shortstack-worthy equipment. Then he gnced at the other three shortstacks in the room. ‘I suppose she is used to a different metric,’ he thought. “You two were the fated submissives I was supposed to find here,” he assured Cecilia and Vako. “Subana realizing that she finally had her pce was unreted.”

  “It is as Master said,” the goddess spoke. “Treat me as you would all other haremettes.”

  “Right… DIBS!” Vako shouted and threw herself in the general direction of Rykard’s crotch.

  “You bitch!” Cecilia squeaked and followed the motion. A competitive blowjob ensued, soon escating into the shortstacks squishing their tits together. “That’s where all your brainmatter went!” the toymaker stated, grabbing Vako’s much rger tits.

  “Sh-shut up!” the goblin queen moaned and repaid the favour in kind.

  The shortstacks growled and gasped at each other. Rykard did not mind their little fight. It made for a very interesting sensation around his morning wood. Eventually, they both got so aroused from kneading each other’s sensitive breasts that they were locked into giving an actual dual tit job anyhow.

  Ayama ughed behind her elegantly raised hand, “And the absurdities keep mounting. I am certain the Harem Queen will be interested in this development. Shall I gather the holders of power while you enjoy your morning buffet?”

  “If you would be so kind,” Rykard spoke.

  Ayama would get first pounding rights on the way home, that he swore to himself.

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  The gathered shortstacks stared at their new king with nothing but awe. Rykard sat on the rge throne on the summit, where Vako had dispyed herself the day before and enjoyed life. On one leg sat Vako, on the other sat Subana, Cecilia and Ayama fnked the throne, and Helenn hovered around it all.

  The true nature of the goddess could have been hidden, but why bother with it? Rykard was the one to take the greatest submissive of them all and make her his. There was no greater boost to his authority in these circles. As a matter of fact, he technically was a saint now, if not something even higher than that. Just another feather to add to his cap.

  “This Hexagon belongs to me now, just like the wombs of your queen and goddess.” As he talked, Rykard grabbed the enormous tits of goblin and stackylim (that was what Subana had called the race of this avatar, whether she was joking or not had not been apparent). “Which means I have to make a decision on what to do with all of you. I am taking suggestions.”

  “Ehem,” Subana softly cleared her throat. “If I may - the divine magic I wove into this nd will remain active forevermore. They assure that only the goodest of girls can stay and that they will know preservation until the day their fated Master finds them. I suggest you do nothing and let this nd exist, forevermore, as the hallowed ground of the most submissive. Perhaps post some guards so nobody gets stupid ideas about plundering the nd.”

  “Mhm, not a bad proposal,” Rykard said and rubbed his chin. The downside of it was, of course, obvious: a nd of milk and honey for submissives had no economic output beyond that. The Hexagon would be a tremendous boost to prestige, but nothing else. “Anything else?”

  “The prophecy of that shortie there,” Vako poked her goddess’ thigh with her big toe, “said that we need only wait for the fated Master. You’re here now, so I suggest you massively encourage doms to come here and empty the entire ndscape out. We’ve all waited long enough to suck, get fucked, and get bred.”

  A more aggressive version of Subana’s suggestion and one that would, likely, see the blessed nd converted from hallowed nd of submissives waiting to a sex paradise of submissives fulfilled. A loss in one sense, but a tremendous gain in another. If Rykard used access to the Subbie Heaven as a carrot to motivate the men of his nation, nd included, he could tremendously accelerate economic development.

  “Want a suggestion from my stupid brain?” Cecilia raised her voice.

  “Cecilia, stop disparaging my property,” Rykard casually warned her. The implication of that sentence had the caramel gnome’s cheek turn red.

  “Sorry for being such idi- I mean, yes, Master,” she stammered. “Okay, sorry, all I wanted to get at is that maybe… think about supply and demand?”

  “Eborate?” Rykard requested.

  “You have way more submissives than you have dominants right now, so why not make the subs work for the privilege of serving the doms? They only get to leave this pce of boundless food and drink after they have made a notable contribution to your realm.”

  “Booo! BOOOOO!” One woman in the crowd shouted. Others were about to follow the example.

  Rykard snapped his fingers, calming the crowd instantly. The goddess in his p fell against his chest and ughed. He pinched her nipple and she came. ‘What a good girl,’ he thought and considered Cecilia’s offer. It was not the fine way to treat submissives. Oversupplied or not, men (and doms especially) were the ones to put in the effort to make a woman (and a submissive especially) theirs. It was the natural order of such things.

  On a pragmatic basis, Cecilia’s suggestion still had merit. It would make New Eden rich to have all of these women in the prime of their lives working with the power of peak arousal.

  “I have come to a decision,” he announced after a solid minute of pondering - and breast kneading. Taking in the anticipating breaths of the crowd, he deyed further words until the impatience reached the border of annoyance. “Subana! Your pn… shall be it. This Hexagon will be walled off and access will be given solely to the greatest men of every generation. Your chosen submissives shall only know the greatest Masters. Simirly, only the worthiest of good girls shall be allowed refuge here.”

  “I bow to your wisdom, Master,” Subana purred.

  “Probably for the best,” Cecilia agreed.

  “I don’t care, I got mine,” Vako squeaked, only to turn to her people. “You best be good girls and wait patiently! If I did it, so can you!”

  “”Yes, your smugness!”” the gathered shortstacks shouted in unison.

  There were a few boring things to be organized after. Vako and Subana remained the rulers of the Hexagon, of course, but in their absence a regency had to be put in pce. It was a pretty swift affair. Since the whole purpose of this Hexagon was for ‘good girls to train each other’, there was no extensive government needed. That food and water were provided endlessly by the nd also ironed out any supply difficulties.

  The biggest points of the organization were how the defences should work and who was going to do the defending. By a uniteral vote of the shortstacks, it was decided that the defending would be done by an elite military formation of men that also got to pick submissives from the local popution. Putting something like that together would not be easy, considering the current dirge of military men in New Eden.

  “I have a suggestion!”

  The unexpected, decisively male voice pulled Rykard’s attention towards the approaching speaker. Bare-chested as ever, Egerd climbed up the mountain, a shortstack on each of his shoulders. The leader of the caravan looked quite good, the second divine blessing Subana had granted New Eden having found deep stock in his muscles. Proof of that was found in the fact that he had made it to their location so quickly. Even on a wagon, he should have needed another half day to arrive.

  Rykard made a magnanimous gesture. “Let’s hear it.”

  “I’ve been networking with like-minded men since you first took over Halyfa, my king,” Egerd announced and put the shortstacks down to kneel before him. “Traders mostly, yes, but plenty of people I would trust with guarding my caravan. They would no doubt fit perfectly with this new organization you wish to put together.”

  Rykard rubbed his smooth chin. ‘His caravan was full of male doms and female subs when I arrived and they all behaved as I would in their situation. In other words, I can trust his expertise.’ “Parchment,” the king ordered with a snap of his fingers.

  “I always have paper on me!” Cecilia decred.

  “Yeah, because you’re a nerd,” Vako sassed.

  Taking their banter as side entertainment, Rykard began to write a letter. His signature, magical and in ink, was put at the bottom of the document. “Take this as proof of your mission, Egerd. You are to form a protection force for Subbie Heaven of at least 50 and no more than 500 men. I grant them the right to settle in the outskirts of the Subbie Heaven and the surrounding Hexagons. They will be charged with protecting the area from uninvited guests and in return they shall be allowed to enter at their leisure. For the duration of their formation, you have supreme command. After you have put it together, you can transfer leadership to someone else. For funding, send a letter to Lyvia.”

  “Thank you very much, my king,” Egerd said and took the letter.

  And with nothing else to do, Rykard set out a little while ter.