Rykard indulged deeply the next morning.

  It began with a three-way service again. Unlike st morning, they had no need to keep their service at a modest degree. Rykard’s mind was roused from slumber by the venerating licks of three tongues and pulled fully from his motionless state by tight lips tching on to his cock. While he stretched, he opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Miyo gliding up and down the upper half of his shaft, while Vyra and Hey kissed as best they could with the lower half between them.

  Miyo at the centre, Vyra to her right, Hey to her left, the mothers of his daughters were as gorgeous as ever. Vyra and Hey’s need for sleep was doubtful in the first pce and Miyo had always required little of it and had only gotten better at waking up before him with time. Part of it was habit, he had rewarded her with pleasure for years for morning services rendered. Part of it was nature, pretty little submissive that she was.

  Though none of them had bags or other signs of the early morning on their faces, there was a general state of dishevelment. Nothing worrisome, just an attractive bit of bedhead. Not even the succubus was fully immune to that.

  Rykard raised his head from his warm pillow and sat up. While Helenn mumbled something in her sleep, his hand nded on Miyo’s head. He first scratched behind her ears, feeling the purr of the vixen around his shaft, then extended a simir service to the base of Hey’s horn and the back of Vyra’s pointy ears. “Good girls,” he praised them.

  Even Hey was too busy working his cock to respond with more than happy ass wiggles.

  Perhaps it was because of just how much he had fucked yesterday, but his need to release was simultaneously more urgent than ever and yet further away than on common mornings. The constant exercise was training his endurance, it seemed, while the sheer amount of nubile women in his proximity and the protein-rich food was giving his body every reason and opportunity to produce plenty of seed.

  That none of these women could be seeded again for at least nine months, plus however long their individual species needed to get into a fertile period again, mattered fairly little. For one, Rykard would keep pumping them full anyway. For two, he would just keep finding haremettes. There was a limit somewhere, but four certainly was not it.

  Looking between the three, Rykard made a spontaneous decision. Well, several spontaneous decisions, but only one mattered for the next instant.

  “Head to the edge of the bed,” Rykard commanded and the trio obeyed immediately, partly because they wished to stay in reach of his cock. Mouth agape, they crawled after him to the desired position, then y down on their backs next to each other. “Py with yourself, but don’t cum.”

  Red, pale, and as white as paper, the trio reached for their own cunts. “Master,” they moaned, in their individual voices. There were differences to them, of course. Hey had a demanding whine to her tone, while Vyra was downright begging with every repetition of his title. Miyo was the best, as per usual, knowing exactly how to pronounce his favourite word for himself.

  “Mashtaaahr,” she slurred, between inviting wiggles of her tongue. Upside down, she stared at his twitching cock, panting and gasping as if she was in the presence of a divine rod.

  For all their differences, all three had that wonderful submissive undertone. They were competing for his attention, but they did so only by trying to make themselves interesting, not by outdoing the others. Soft writhings and sharp moans filled the bedroom.

  Rykard stood at the edge of the tall bed. In his absence, Miyo and Vyra seemed to have pulled some strings to get its legs lengthened. Their faces were all lined up with his cock. “You just know what I like doing first thing in the morning, don’t you?” he asked the redhead vixen. She allowed herself a little break of the sex sve character, winking enticingly.

  Despite that, Rykard opted to offer Hey his cock. The succubus’s hips shot up, when she tasted his precum. Her neck bulged, as he thrust into her comfort hole. His hairless groin soon met her pillowy, red lips. He barely managed to bend over her and get a single lick of her slit in, before pussy juice overflowed from her twitching cunt,

  Thick thighs enveloped Rykard’s head, while he repaid the red-skinned demonette twice over for every second he stayed in and thrust into her mouth. First was the very thrust itself, her orgasmic throat vibrating with blissful screams. Second was his tongue, prodding and probing her for her sensitive spots, then exploiting them mercilessly.

  Recently, he had been quite focused on taking them however he wanted, but to be a dom was to earn that right by over and over again making his submissives reach absolute heights. They were happy to serve him and he was obliged to give them everything that made them happy and more. That was the burden of taking their offered autonomy. He carried it gdly.

  With studly endurance, he kept on sliding in and out of her comfort hole, only stopping when the bliss got too much, to tease her, or to let her breathe, often all three together. Her pussy juices kept filling his mouth, be it because his pointy tongue invaded her, or because she was positively gushing while he was circling her clit. She tasted sweet, erotic, enticing, and arousing. His morning wood throbbed with need, the aphrodisiac juices of a succubus unfolding their effects.

  Not that such effects were more than a drop on the hot stove of his virility.

  Hey’s arms closed in an embrace around his hips, trying to hold him down, her need for air be damned. Knowing that she could hold out for a while, semen demon that she was, Rykard accelerated rapidly. He was pounding her face hard enough for the sound of his smacking balls to echo in the room alongside the ‘GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!’ of an upper hole well used.

  Inevitably, even his stamina reached its end and he plunged into her throat one more time. Her arms constricted like a snake around its prey and she screamed. Screamed, until his seed pumped down into her stomach. Then, she began to spasm.

  Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, they said, and what rushed up Rykard’s shaft into a series of electrifying tingles was beyond anything Hey could have ever dared to wish for. Her demonic nature pulled at his essence and he let it. The result was a sudden surge in his bliss. His already rge load was backed up with yet more.

  All the while, his head between her clenching, squishy thighs was marked with wave after wave of pussy juice. Too much to p up, the sweet nectar stained the sheets and the succubus herself. It reached a point where Rykard had to pull his head up and repce his tongue with his fingers. For almost ten full seconds, she continued to squirt and drain life from him.

  Rykard closed the proverbial tap and the writhing of the succubus ended soon thereafter. The little wave of lethargy that followed was easily overpowered by his supernatural vitality. He pulled out of Hey, an act of considerable difficulty between locked arms and vacuum-sealed lips. Among slurps and moans, he broke free, leaving behind a twitching and grinning succubus, quite literally drunk on his cum.

  “That will keep you sated for a little bit,” Rykard said and put a hand gently on the side of her face, glistening with the sticky mixture of juices that a rough face fuck always produced. She nodded mirthfully, before he moved on.

  Climbing into the bed, he pulled Miyo back towards the centre. The redhead gave his cock a quick gnce. The erection was gone, temporarily sacrificed on the altar of feeding his succubus. A fact that he had pnned around.

  Rykard put Miyo’s head in his p and brushed through her hair. Immediately she bit her lower lip and gave him big eyes. His other hand wandered down to her pussy. Middle and ring finger effortlessly slipped into her drenched cunt. The base of his thumb glided over her exposed clit, while he masturbated her. Slowly at first, then rapidly, then slowly again, changing speed and approach as he saw fit to please her.

  All the while, he kept pying with her hair. “That’s it, gorgeous,” he whispered while bowed over her. “Just y there and give in.”

  “R—yyy—-kaa-aa-aaahhh…” She couldn’t even get through saying his name, before the first of many orgasms made her torso arch upwards. Her head remained right where it was supposed to be, her rge breasts slumped according to the new angle of the slender chest they were attached to.

  When her orgasm headed towards its zenith, he stopped and just let her ride it out. Her emerald eyes shimmered with lust and nostalgia. When they had been younger and Rykard, ironically, not as able to get it up with only tiny breaks, having her y in his p like that had been one of their favorite ways to pass the time. It was simple, intimate and quite effective, as his continuing masturbation soon proved.

  One did not need to be a superhuman to make a woman scream, only attentive, patient, and enduring.

  Rykard got progressively less lenient with his breaks, until sweat gave Miyo a soft sheen. She was mewling, gasping, and sighing. Against one hand, she grinded, inviting his fingers to curve as deep into her as he could reach. Against the other, she nuzzled, receiving plenty of affection among the lust. Among it all, Rykard got hard again, but he only cared about making Miyo cum over and over again. He only stopped when her entire body was bancing on nothing more than her head and her heels.

  She did not squirt, not from that alone, but she did scream. Loud and ecstatic, she screamed, while every st muscle in her supple body was pulled taut. His beautiful harem queen bent as far as she could bend, then suddenly colpsed back onto the mattress. “Master,” she swooned.

  “We’ll continue after I come back,” he promised her.

  At this point, Helenn had woken up. Kneeling anticipatingly, she only squeaked in delight when he grabbed her, almost absent-mindedly, by the hair and dragged her floating form over. He put the shortstack prone on the bed. The sheer size of her tits gave her torso a bit of a rise. Her plush ass was on full dispy. Rykard spread the pliable cheeks and found her puckered hole.

  That hole had managed to evade his attention so far, the priority having been to breed the shortstack. Now, there was no such excuse. Rubbing his slippery cock against the entrance, he said a single word to his toy. “Rex.”

  Helenn did, allowing him almost effortless entrance. Almost, of course, because no matter how much she desired and was prepared for it, the hole he was using was still made for a different purpose. Admittedly, for the angel that was a questionable statement, especially considering how well she took it.

  Even the backdoor of a shortstack was wonderfully designed to take rge cocks with little to no issue. There was no unusual texture there, no dense folds or other biological workaround to take in his massive member: she simply had the space for his cock and took it into her warm depths.

  Rykard put as much of his weight as he dared on the back of her head. He wanted her to feel how he pressed her into the bed. First with his presence alone, then with his thrusts. Sharp, animalistic groans accompanied his every descent. The cherub’s voice was different, getting her asshole pounded like that. More primal and less outright debauched as she was during regur cocksleeve duty. Primal, savage, animalistic, as different as her excmations were, they were still deeply lustful.

  It took barely any time at all for the prone woman to hit her first climax. Ever the hair trigger, especially this early in the morning, Helenn added yet more stains to the sheets where her cunt rubbed against the bed. The tiny, jiggling woman was just a hot little package under him, rocking back forth, every bit of soft tissue on her curvaceous form constantly rippling.

  The tiny wing ornaments, as much part of her being as the halo, twitched alongside her shoulders. Gripping the sheets was about as much movement as she was allowed and even that was more than usual.

  Rykard unceremoniously, after about seven minutes of ravaging her, dumped his second load of the day inside her. Spurt after spurt filled the newly conquered hole. It was satisfying, as such things always were.

  Closing his eyes, he just basked in the sensations. Her twitching insides, muscles tensing and rexing beyond the tight walls of her backdoor. The clenching ring of her sphincter. Her fat ass fttened under his groin. The heat radiating from her cunt, registering against the underside of his manhood. The little spasms that followed each drop released into her. The moans.

  He opened his eyes again and pulled out, letting the tightness of the entrance push the st few drops out of him, before leaving the gold-blonde angel gaping and gasping.