Rykard, for all his vitality, still was limited by some human aspects. He had to sleep regurly, he had to eat regurly, and between two meals, there was a lull where his energy waned. It was in that lull that Helenn was given enough of a break to recover from her lovemaking stupor. A fortunate circumstance, she had to both eat herself and cast the ritual to divine her own status.

  Cleaned up from a quick bath, the only mark of Helenn’s use throughout the day was the soft rise of her womb, where all of Rykard’s seed had been pooling, and the sticky seal that kept it there. Both hands on the little round swell, Helenn had her eyes closed. Her magic, even if it was the same spell that all others used, was tinted gold by her nature.

  An audible gasp announced the result before the words came out. “I’m pregnant!” Helenn decred with great excitement.

  The rest of the harem, gathered around the lunch table, cheered as dies of high css did: with little cps and benevolent smiles. What reflected in their eyes was different from that refined exterior though. It was heat, pure and undiluted. If Rykard had to guess, it was fuelled majorly by having watched him take Helenn everywhere as his personal sex toy for the past few hours, but an element that they now all shared, half-siblings growing in their wombs, certainly was part of it.

  “A boy or a girl?” Miyo asked.

  “A boy!” Helenn decred happily.

  The announcement chilled the mood slightly, Miyo’s green gaze turning sharply to Rykard. There was no need to say anything. The Troyk Empire had let men and women inherit, making succession more of a matter of merit than order of birth or sex. Miyo’s home had only allowed men to inherit the nds, although cims to titles could go down the matrilineal line if there were no other options.

  The matter of their succession had not been entirely important up to this moment, but with a male heir now on the way, things shifted dramatically. Rykard had to decre his intent for his line of succession, or at least make a preliminary decision on it. Miyo would understand whatever his decision was, or at least accept it. All she needed for him to do was make it.

  Rykard had given this some thought over the past couple of weeks. Since he had sired his first child, the question had been swimming in his mind. Now it demanded an answer. “It’s good to see I can have male children,” he began with a joke. It managed to coax a chuckle from Vyra and ughter from Helenn. Hey showed a soft smile. Miyo continued to stare.

  “This question must be answered, my love,” the fox woman urged.

  “And I have an answer ready, my love,” Rykard responded with a carefree smile. “I believe I shall take from my homend what worked. My mother rules more than my father does and there have been many cases in our history where an empress rose to the occasion when no emperor did. It is equally rife with empresses being incapable and getting removed. I see no reason to differentiate among the lines of gender. All that matters is merit. My heirs will be plentiful and the most able shall rise by mechanisms that we will decide on in detail by the time it becomes necessary.”

  Miyo gave that an immediate nod. A meritocracy was no guarantee for the victory of her child for the succession of the topmost positions, but that suited her just fine. She would not have been his Miyo and she certainly would not have been where she was now if she believed entitlements solely for reasons of descent were the best answer.

  “This satisfies,” she answered, therefore, with a smile. “It really is good to confirm you can produce boys. Only filling this household with daughters would get… not dull, that certainly won’t be the case. Monotone is the right word, I suppose.”

  The topic of succession ended there for the time being. It was difficult to say what exactly the future would bring. Depending on how successful New Eden turned out to be, being the least meritorious of his children could be a minor inconvenience for a comfortable life or a death sentence. What mattered in this moment was that none of his haremettes ever felt like he was just pumping children into them and then discarding the majority because they were born at the wrong time. That way y strife, between them and the children themselves.

  They ate for a little bit, enjoying the fruits of the conquests made so far. Expensive meat and fruits id on their ptes, prepared as best they could. Luckily, the quality of the ingredients made up for their mediocre cooking skills.

  Once they were done eating, a change of topic followed. “Say, Helenn, what should I expect from our child?” he asked. Her having a male baby created a number of interesting questions besides the succession.

  Although all of them were pregnant with girls, Rykard could see his sons with Miyo, Vyra, and Hey quite clearly. Tall and refined, combining the best of him with the best of them and their individual blessings. Sons with Miyo would likely be fox-eared and broad-shouldered, her family had produced many a proud warrior, or perhaps of a more nimble build with a charming face, diplomats were common too, after all. Vyra doubtlessly would give birth to many a measured and refined gentleman of good build and pale appearance. The line of incubi he would sire with Hey was going to be the very best of both of them, infernally hot in appearance, but not as cruel and selfish as demons were renowned to be.

  His eyes wandered to the shortstack. For as much as he was happy to bless future generations with the many daughters he would sire with the portable cumdump, sons were… an odd matter. The thought of having men her size and build floating around was weird. He would still love his sons, of course, but he would lie if he said that their diminished stature didn’t feel, conceptually, unbecoming of his progyny.

  It was a complex matter. Short races were far from uncommon among the many worlds of the six-cornered realms of the gods. Goblins, gnomes, halflings, cherubs, imps, dwarves - to name only the most common of the bunch. All of them had male members of course and those male members regurly performed well with members of all races, including the taller ones. Still, it was vastly more common for taller males to have success with shorter females than the other way around.

  “As I am a perfect sex and breeding toy, crafted by my goddess Subana, I can assure Master that there is no need to worry whatsoever,” Helenn babbled, “The Maintenance of Diversity is split for my kind. I will give you beautiful little angel daughters and strong, holy aasimar sons! Some of the daughters may come out taller… but Subana guarantees it for the sons!”

  “Splendid,” Rykard smiled to himself.

  “Maintenance of Diversity?” Vyra asked. “Pardon me, I have not heard of the term before.”

  “That is surprising,” Miyo hummed.

  “Putting it simply, it is an observed reality of descendance,” Rykard said and put a hand on his vixen’s head, scratching the back of her big, soft ears. Smiling, the redhead leaned into the touch. “By the grace of the first gods, despite the many forms of us humanoids, and the many different worlds we were crafted upon, we are able to crossbreed. To counteract the logical conclusion of these acts, the eventual homogeneity of all people and the terrible loss of such adorable differences…” Rykard traced the shape of Helenn’s halo with his other hand, “...the gods bestowed the wombs of females across all worlds with the privilege of Maintenance of Diversity.”

  “And it makes it so that traits diverting from the standard humanoid tempte are more likely to be passed down following the species of the mother, correct?” Vyra asked.

  “So you have heard of it?”

  “We called it the Repayment for the Burden - that being the burden of pregnancy and birth. A cosmic rebancing for the pains women go through to see the generations continue.”

  “An interesting interpretation,” Rykard hummed.

  “Oh, oh, speaking of continuing generations!” words bubbled from Helenn’s mouth. “Master, my Master, I have given it some thought and I think it would be for the best if we asked for Subana’s blessing on your great nation! She would be more than amenable for the world you want to build, a world with great masters and such! She could totally, definitely, certainly weave a spell into the make of this world that tinges the gender ratio in the direction you desire!”

  “Hmmm, that is worth a thought,” Rykard agreed. There was a limit to how much one god could do at a time, for reasons of etiquette between the divine. Still, it would be a start and there was nothing to stop him from piling on additional measures over time. “I will see if an opportunity opens up.”

  Having successfully bred Helenn had two benefits. One was that the cherub was in a downright ecstatic mood, repcing her effortless hovering with an equally effortless bouncy stride. Thick thighs quaked when her feet hit the ground, then she leapt and flew several metres forwards, to repeat the same. Like that, the resident angel was floating to finally go inhabit her workshop. With the excess cum removed from her over the course of another bath and her duties of being the full-day cocksleeve relieved, she could follow her other hobbies.

  Said relief was the second benefit. Much as Rykard loved pounding the mobile cocksleeve, it was a waste to fuck only her with the entire virility of his off day.

  Rykard sat in his office. It was a rge room adjacent to his living quarters. From the fresco ceiling to the golden wall ornaments, it rgely resembled the majority of dwelling pces in the noble-assigned spaces of the estate. What made it different from all the other rooms was the choice of furniture, specifically the absurdly gargantuan desk the king was seated behind.

  It was five metres wide and two deep, more surface than most castle kitchens had avaible and all of it made from luxurious, dark wood. It had a soft curve to it (like a parentheses symbol). Rykard sat in the inward curve in an equally luxurious, leather chair. His legs used the ample compartment underneath, spreading, the soles of his feet resting on the leather cd cushions that were bolted to the floor and the walls and ceiling of the leg compartment.

  The desk had been a design of him and Miyo and one of the few things he had brought into the estate himself. It was the endpoint of prolonged experiences of ‘risky’ work hour services executed under the eyes of administrators and their servants. Rykard’s upper half was visible from everywhere in the room, but the vampire in the comfortable leg compartment could only be seen from the isoted back.

  Of course she could be heard, bouncing her enormous tits up and down his manhood without any shame, nor reason to be embarrassed. Who could possibly catch them in the act that wasn’t in the know?

  Not that Miyo had always bothered to hide the various slurping sounds from visitors. Once they had been caught in the premarital activity, there had been no reason to hide what else they did. Rykard did not intend to ever hide it ever again. What was the use of being king if he couldn’t even get oral favours and tit jobs while he worked?

  That being said, even if the masking utility of the table no longer served a purpose, its padded and sizable design certainly continued to. There was enough room down there for several haremettes to serve at once, to wait their turn, and to have fun with each other as they did so. There were even a few half-hidden drawers and boxes to store cleaning utensils and toys. Rykard was considering adding a few magical adjustments to it all. Enchantments that could ‘close’ the leg compartment and turn it into a tight crawl space filled with writhing female bodies. More exciting was the idea of adding bindings to the top of the table, so that haremettes could be fixed at the height of his cock and serve as conveniently positioned cocksleeves whenever he wanted a pounding break between the oral-accompanied paperwork.

  And paperwork there was, even now. Very little of it, but Miyo and Vyra had left him a few documents to look through at his leisure. They would govern, to the best of their ability, in his absence. They would, likely, become more apt at running the day to day affairs than he was. They would also employ his design for New Eden. He was the head of state, they were his servants. Even if he was not the one to execute or implement a decision, he had every right to decide what it was and they presented him with problems where they either were uncertain of his will or wanted to double check.

  “This does have the highest priority,” Rykard said, as much thinking out loud as he was talking to his attendant. Leaning back, he waved the document where Vyra could see it. In turn, he could see her, face and tits covered in a load she had milked from him earlier. “I have given my word that the statues will be spread throughout New Eden. I want you to organize travelling bands of artists with adequate funds and protection to travel to newly conquered territories and begin their building processes as soon as they are able. Understood?”

  “It… will be… doooonnnnnnnne,” Vyra cried out her agreement and an orgasm simultaneously. Her hands squished her sensitive tits together, putting more wonderful pressure on his cock, fully swallowed by her enormous tits.

  Rykard hummed, pleased, and wrote his decree down on the paper just in case Vyra forgot his words between her self-indulgent climaxes. Indulgences that he fully encouraged. Receiving service like this was all the more enticing if they enjoyed it as well. As a matter of fact, their enjoyment was baseline for him to even want this sort of thing.

  Twice, there was a knock at the door. Without waiting for his answer, Hey entered the room, as naked as the rest of them. Her own titanic tits trembled with every proud step she took up to the table. “A moment of your time, Rykard,” her tone made it less a request and more of an order. “Walk with me.”

  Rykard dotted the ‘i’s and crossed the ‘t’s, before answering. “I’m comfortable here. However, perhaps a shift change is in order. Vyra?” the vampire whimpered a bit, when she let go of her tits. The enormous spheres of supple flesh swayed and dangled, as she crawled out. Cleavage and attractive features were sticky with his cum, thighs sticky with her clear juices. He swatted the vampire dy on the ass, nearly causing her knees to give in. “Bring this to Miyo.”

  “Yes… yes, of course, Master,” Vyra sighed wantonly and grabbed the paper. With a deep breath, she straightened up, standing proud in spite of her ragged state. “The will of the king and the queen will be done, I will see to it.”

  “Ever reliable,” Rykard said approvingly. While Vyra headed to the door, his emerald gaze shifted to Hey. The succubus impatiently leaned on the table with one hand. She followed the quivering steps of her fellow, incredibly endowed haremette. Rykard demanded her attention with a simple statement. “My cock is unattended to.”

  Turning her red-bck eyes to him. One was pinly visible, the other peeked out behind the part of her red-bck mane that covered the left side of her face. “I fail to see how that is my issue.”

  “Then I suppose you also fail to see why I would listen to whatever you came to say,” Rykard pushed back with a smug smile. He leaned back in his chair. “Your lips around my cock, that’s the baseline I demand.”

  Pressing her deep crimson lips into a thin line, Hey put up the act of resistance quite well. Her will broke long before his and she began the teasing walk around the table, making it to the gap between wall and crescent shape of the table. There was a dividing line there, where carpet gave way to bnk stone. A clear sign that this part of the room needed to be easier to clean.

  Rykard greeted her how he knew she liked to be greeted, by grabbing her by a horn, once she was within reach and ‘stuffing’ her under the table with the strength of his arm. Barely she had shuffled into the prominent position between his spread legs, that he ‘forced’ her to take in his cock.

  Hey’s pretend resistance melted into rolled up eyes and moans, when her lips hit the base of his cock. Grabbing her with both hands, he focused solely on using her horns for leverage. Up and down, he moved her, utilising her tight throat as his comfort hole. Vyra’s service had left him close to release.

  Yet, it was the succubus that came first. Hands on his thighs, fingertips pressing into his skin, she shoved her entire body forwards to keep all of him in her throat. A muffled scream dominated the otherwise quiet office. Her twitching tail created soft ‘thud’ sounds where it collided with the leather padding.

  Rykard kept her like that, allowing himself tiny thrusts, and released in the depths of her orgasmic throat. The scream turned silent, the one visible iris nearly vanished behind the fluttering eyelid, and he could hear the soft, flowing noises of squirting pussy juices breaking on the smooth surface she knelt on. Her already intense climax was pushed to mind-wrecking intensity by the richness of his seed.

  Letting go of her horns, he let the succubus perform her duty. For several minutes, dominated by aftershocks, she sucked his cock. Every st drop was milked from him and even beyond that she kept entertaining them both by gliding up and down his manhood. All the while, Rykard looked over a list of suggestions for road pcements between the Hexagons’ popution centres. The Grid made travel easy, but not always did it connect two important pces in a straight line. Neither was it advisable to build their infrastructure on the basis of the Grid. Once the world was conquered, the stone ways between the Hexagons would disappear and it was best to pn for that day.

  Rykard turned his attention from the paperwork when Hey’s lips glided past the rim of his gns. Audibly, his cock popped free of her tight lips. Leaning back, he looked at the succubus, who put on her best defiant face. “Have I exceeded your baseline?” she asked, half-mocking, half-pleading for him to deny the statement.

  Too interested to hear what brought her to his office, Rykard answered, “Yes.”

  “Then I would like to-”

  “Your tits, Hey,” he interrupted her with a smug grin. “Just because I allow you to talk, sve, does not mean you are allowed to leave me unattended.”

  The succubus bit her lower lip and eyed his cock. He was not as erect as before, repeated orgasms taking their toll, but he was hard enough for a bit of service. Doing as Vyra had done before, the succubus cupped her plump tits as best she could. Wrapped around his manhood, part of the red spheres spilled over his groin and thighs. “Now?” she asked, just a bit brattily.

  “Yes,” Rykard gave her the go-ahead.

  “I wish to suggest what Helenn suggested earlier,” Hey said, her voice tinged just a bit by lust. Pying with a halfmast was not enough to distract her. “My mother, Lucia, certainly could be made to provide a blessing for your realm as well.”

  “Could she?” Rykard folded his hands and considered the idea. “She is a demonic deity. I understand you know your mother better than me, so do inform me what your rationale would be?”

  “The first succubus certainly is a demon.” Hey agreed with a nod. “She would have no remorse about plundering a realm dominated by men, in terms of numbers. Where there are too few women for too many men, us… other succubi have easy pickings for food.” She licked a drop of precum off the corner of her mouth and shivered. “However, mother is still a woman that wants the best for her daughters and sons. If you can sell her on the idea of a world where our kind can thrive outside of our worst impulses, she will likely oblige you with a helping hand.”

  Rykard rubbed his chin in thought. “That does sound logical. If you exist, so do other succubi that are compatible with my wishes for my realm.”

  “Truth be told, many of my sisters would love to feed from a single, worthy man. There’s simply a scarce supply of such,” Hey told him. “In the absence it's either feasting off the unworthy or not feasting at all and few are as disgusted with tail-waggers as I. Many even see being sucked dry and left a mess as just punishment for such vile desperation.”

  “An understandable punishment, even if I’d rather they keep their purity for a man worth their while,” Rykard hummed. “One way or another, I believe this is worth consideration.”

  “You are enlightened, you know that the infernal powers are not to be feared - only respected,” Hey purred.

  “Was that a compliment?”

  “Occasionally you are worth a nice word, Master.” She loosened her tit job, only to give the length of his slowly re-hardening manhood a tender lick. “As your ambassador of the erotic, I will say that an influx of my more reasonable sisters will certainly make it easier to sell the delights of flesh to your popution.”

  “You think she would send me a host of good girls like you?”

  Hey contempted the question for a moment. “Obviously there are no other good girls like me,” she responded haughtily. “Neither do I think she would immediately offer any of her own… if she has even the sway to open a portal to send them through… no, I believe a blessing of the same variety Helenn described will be most likely.” She smiled wide and ughed. “Never did I think I would find such glee in sharing goals with an angel, even one as entertaining as our bouncy, bubbly toy is.”

  “How about sharing goals with a haremette?”

  “Hmmm, yes that is more acceptable,” Hey answered.