Rykard knew he was not a modest man at the best of times. He also knew when he was on a roll. First he had managed to talk his way into the chamber, then he had managed to sell them his dream of the harem nation, then he had managed to fucking his vampire dy so loudly every elf he came across blushed when they saw him and stly he had managed to practically guarantee them joining within just 48 hours.

  To say he was emboldened by this was to put it mildly. Taking a step forwards, he put his arms around the fraternal twins and pulled them close. The sudden touch made their faces radiate heat. “Now, why don’t you two lovelies show me around?” he hummed. “We’ll see much of each other in the future.”

  “And what makes you so happy about that?” Tena asked, her defensive tone wavering.

  “Of course, I’m living out that dream I want everyone else to live out as well,” Rykard answered, his hands gliding over bare shoulders. He would not have advanced so brazenly if his touch was unwelcome. Their reaction, a pleasant shudder and enraptured silence, let him know to continue. Their chocote brown skin was silky smooth and taut. “And if I want one of you, I must certainly have the other as well… it would be a shame to separate you.”

  Tena and Mena Farcloud exchanged a long gnce. Rykard had put the phrase out deliberately to try and confirm something he was suspicious of. That silence basically confirmed it. The two were more than just twins - they were naughty twins. Every bit of his intuition told him as much.

  “I’ll retreat for the time being,” Vyra spoke into the quiet, her tone filled with amusement. “The day does not suit me. I’ll sleep through it.”

  “I’ll have plenty to do for you tonight,” Rykard promised, looking over his shoulder to not miss the way Vyra’s nicely shaped hips swayed as she sashayed out of the room. Once she was gone, his attention returned to the twins. Green eyes looked back at him. He could practically smell the sweetness of pheromones coming from their nubile forms.

  Wood elves were typically thought of as the tallest of the major elven races. Whether this held true by and rge, Rykard did not know with certainty. Mena and Tena were small compared to him. The redhead stood minimally taller than her white-haired twin and both were a full head shorter than he was.

  Rykard’s hands now brushed through hair. Wild on the left, straight on the right, both sides brushed to perfection, parting around his fingers like water. Behind thin bras of fur or cloth, nipples became erect, the nubs poking through the fabric. Quickened breathing filled the empty chamber.

  Head lowering between theirs, Rykard whispered into pointy ears. “Remember what I said?” he asked, his voice a husky, seductive melody. “Heaven of lust this might be, loving as you may be of each other, even elves age - but why surrender this delight you find in each other entirely? Why surrender to the conventions of normal retionships?”

  “What are you saying?” Mena spoke up, her voice quiet, high-pitched, excited, and naive.

  Rykard pced his hand on her cheek, causing a little growl from Tena. She bared her fangs, only for a gre from Rykard to silence her - from the growl, down to the breathing. She was as if frozen by his presence. An exciting prospect.

  “I’m saying,” the sovereign answered. “That I want you two - together.”

  With that, he suddenly pulled back. Mena immediate pced her hand where his had been. Tena took a deep, quivering breath, practically a gasp, followed by a moan. The twins gulped in unison and looked at him with entirely different eyes. There was deep lust in those verdant pools.

  Rykard smiled triumphantly. He had done more than just break the ice, he had turned the entire ke into a hot spring. Now he just had to let them boil in what he had said a little bit. “A tour,” he told them. “That’s what I would like to do now.”

  “...A tour,” Tena mumbled, gnced at her still struck sister, then back at him. “Alright then, I guess we should be happy you take an interest in our way of life.”

  Mena nodded a couple of times, before forcing herself to lower her hand. “It is proper for a potential ruler to take an interest.”

  “More than an interest. Your nd is blessed and I wouldn’t want to mess with the wardens of it.” Rykard gestured for them to lead the way. “Please, do show me how the chosen of Tey live.”

  The twins guided him out of the tree. Rather than the civilized pathways he was already used to, Tena insisted they used the druidic half of the tree. The ‘architecture’ there was archaic. The magic that had been used to grow and shape the tree had been allowed to run rampant, creating corridors that could only be passed by crawling or squeezing through sideways - if one wasn’t capable of shapeshifting like Tena was.

  Not that she needed it. The redhead rarely bothered changing into her feline form, instead performing feats of contortion that boggled even Rykard’s mind. At one point, the back of her ass nearly touched the back of her head and she looked no less comfortable with that than he looked with rolling his shoulder. The possibilities…

  The dispys were rgely unnecessary and more than one mischievous gnce was shot Rykard’s way. She enjoyed showing off, it seemed and he could easily guess why. Rykard struggled with following the two of them through the winding, wooden tunnels. He was fairly flexible himself, having trained as much as he did created a limber body, but he was taller and bulkier than the exclusively female elves that usually traversed these ways.

  Eventually, they emerged from the tree's insides. Not on the ground level, that would have been too easy, but atop a massive branch. Smaller branches and grooves in the ancient bark created a hazardous path to the forest floor, easily twenty meters down.

  Rykard’s ornate clothes had been ripped and torn in pces. A quick spell patched that up. The ease of the action made the twins behold him with surprise. “You possess quite the mastery of the magical arts,” Mena complimented.

  “...Yes, you do,” Tena reluctantly agreed.

  “Did I mention that I was summoned with nothing to my name but a rge house and my queen?” Rykard asked and watched the calculus happen. If they knew the basics of the rules of this game, then they knew all contenders were summoned with equivalently powerful base resources. Typically that meant each of the contenders had followers coming out at the same level of strength. “No, there are no legendary artifacts tugged away.”

  “If you’re really that powerful, keep up!” Tena decred and suddenly leapt.

  Rykard took a moment to look at Mena. “Will you require assistance?”

  “I have my own way down,” Mena assured and stepped off the branch. Rather than falling, she descended slowly.

  Not losing anymore time, Rykard jumped off the branch himself. His green eyes first followed Tena, the redhead skipping down a series of branches too thin to hold weight for more than a few seconds. ‘This is as much a path as it is a training exercise,’ he thought, amused. He followed in Tena’s steps, only for his analysis to move further, broader. He had to find his own path to overtake her.

  He leapt, he glided down a waterslide among the impossible tree’s bark, then kicked off. His hands found a vine. His palms became hot as he glided down. He gripped before it became unbearable. The momentum with which he had grabbed on reversed. He swung back towards the tree trunk, let go of the vine, and flew off it like it was a swing.

  Perfectly, he nded right in front of Tena. The redhead’s eyes went wide. Surprised, she took a step back, but that was too slow to prevent Rykard from sweeping her off her feet. Carrying her like a princess, he leapt again, falling the st four meters straight down to the dirt below. The hard impact went up his legs, but his superhuman physique could take this without issue.

  “Let me g-” Tena started, only to stop when he whispered into her ear again.

  “You should listen when I speak. I want you both. There’s no need to be territorial when it comes to your sister.” He pulled back, to the adorable sight of Tena pressing her red lips together, blushing enough to give her dark skin a red tint, and demonstrably refusing to look at him.

  He gently let down her legs, but kept an arm around her waist. The then freed arm was used to pluck Mena out of the air. The priestess’ gentle descent came to a yelping end, when she was pulled against the left side of the much taller king. “R-rykard,” she stammered, blushing like her sister did, growing even deeper when they started to walk, pulled along by his powerful arms.

  The scene attracted great attention. The male visitor alone would have always pulled in the eyeballs of all women in a fifty meter radius, of that much Rykard was certain. That he had both of the twins in his arms and that they were not struggling had jaws hanging.

  Having appeased Tena for the time being, he turned to Mena. “You know, I don’t quite understand why this Exile Hexagon is poputed at all, if you’re this cautious of the game of the gods.”

  Mena showed an uncertain smile. It was obvious that she was happy to talk, but not certain what to do with the gazes of her fellow elves. Constantly, she looked around, as if afraid she’d get called out at any moment. “Our home realm is one governed by the church of Tey. Although history teaches us of the dangers of the contenders, the Whisperwoods contain too many precious resources to be left entirely untapped.”

  “That’s the official story,” Tena weighed in.

  “...Quite… the reality is that this is where those the church deems the unwelcome get banished to. Troublemakers and those that have attached to them scandals that they do not want to deal with.”

  “And they happen to be all female?” Rykard asked, with a raised eyebrow.

  “Men are not part of the church, they could not be allowed to dwell in such sacred a pce,” Mena spoke in a stern voice, reciting thoughts that clearly weren’t her own. She then let out a long sigh. “I greatly appreciate the twin teachings of the church, but in some aspects they are weirdly strict.”

  “I think they just didn’t want us to breed like rabbits out here,” Tena added.

  Rykard looked up, to see two birds engaged in a quick mating dance, before retreating to somewhere in the dense canopy. “Quite the real threat,” he said and turned his eyes back on the twins. “What then got you two banished?”

  “The wrong woman disliked us,” Mena answered a bit too quickly, while her sister chewed the inside of her cheek.

  Rykard knew that wasn’t the whole story, but pressing them here, in the middle of the street, would have been out of pce. “This way,” Tena guided him. They turned a corner through a curtain of ivy leaves.

  Suddenly they stood in a long street. Lanterns of fireflies hung overhead, illuminating the tunnel shaped from melded trees with soft, golden light. A few hundred elves filled out the broad road, moving from one shop to the next. All of the stalls faced the street, a counter of flowing wood separating them from the moss-padded walkway. The names of the shops were etched in glowing bark into the space above. It all reminded Rykard of a festival, just with permanent instaltions of the elven variety, rather than temporary stalls.

  A variety of items was on offer, each shop specializing in something. There were tools created from hardened wood, from simple knives to complete sets of armour. One shop offered a variety of seeds that could be pnted in the wood of one’s home to grow new furniture. Another offered the seedling for a whole new home tree.

  The people traversing were universally brown-skinned elves. It was a feast for the eyes, no clothes being even more common than skimpy ones.

  “I’m pleased to see you have such sophisticated trade,” Rykard said, while the twins pushed him along. His arms were still around them and now they practically reciprocated the touch, putting their hands on his lower back. “I suppose you have a lot of time when the forest around you provides all the base necessities.”

  “We do indeed keep busy,” Mena answered.

  “With crafting and… more,” Tena purred. Rykard felt the redhead’s hand take that of her sister on his back. Mena pressed her golden lips together.

  “Sister…” she whispered disapprovingly.

  “Alright, alright,” the redhead grumbled.

  They stopped for a moment by a stand that sold fruit. The peaches and apples that could be found in abundance everywhere were not on offer there. Instead, Rykard saw a vast array of different fruits. Many he had seen before, such as melons, oranges, or bananas. Others he could only guess at what they were.

  The twins ordered for him a yellow-green fruit. It had an absurd looking extension of leaves at the top. Its main body was hard and covered in sharp-ish bits, sitting at the centre of vaguely hexagonal segments. It looked like someone had taken a pinecone and ballooned it up.

  “A pineapple,” Rykard dubbed it.

  “”Ananas,”” the twins disagreed in unison.

  Disagreements over the name put aside, they took the acquired fruit with them. The twins were now fully comfortable with the way Rykard was holding them. Other elves still looked, commonly in surprise, sometimes with envy, but never in shock or disapproval.

  Rykard was soon shown the entire vilge. Only about 3000 hot, nubile wood elves called this their home. Houses were typically above the ground, leaving much of the forest floor for public gatherings and the wilderness. They were perfectly integrated, simultaneously concentrated in this little space and yet isoted enough by muffling leaves that everyone had the privacy they wished to have. More than a few women were openly making love, ranging from just making out to multi-orgasmic orgies involving almost a dozen women.

  Eventually, they retreated to a quiet corner outside the bounds of the vilge. Telena produced a knife from a hidden compartment by a sunbathed rock. They sat on the rock, while the redhead carved open the fruit they had bought. Inside it was bright yellow. She soon offered Rykard a bite. The lust-invoking essence of the Whisperwoods was especially concentrated in it. His pants immediately began to strain.

  Just like the apple and the peach, the pineapple did not act like other aphrodisiacs Rykard knew. His lust was stoked, but it did not rise to dominance over his thoughts. He remained clear of thought and became more able in body. The twins ate, sitting left and right of him.

  Mena eventually cleared her throat. “We may not have been… entirely truthful about the reason for our banishment… it may be that my sister and I are… entangled with one another.”

  Rykard looked at the white-haired woman for several seconds. “He knows,” Tena said drily.

  “Uhm… uh…” Mena blinked a couple of times, then let out a long sigh. “Of course he knows…” she mumbled to herself.

  “It surprises me that it is considered taboo,” Rykard said.

  “Makes no sense,” Tena agreed readily. “Twins are a sacred sign to followers of Tey. We’ve been born together, we’ve shown our worship together, and Tey herself has approved of us sharing our love with one another!”

  “She has?”

  “During the days of our training, Tena was attacked by a vile creature of tendrils, teeth and disease,” Mena responded. “The foul breath of the monster infected her with pgues too vile to be survived. Where all others thought it was useless, I tended to my sister I… could not bare to live in a world without her.” Tena reached across, squeezing her twin’s hand. “My faith was rewarded. Tey imbued me with the might to heal her. Her touch turned my hair white and burned these golden marks into me. As I served as the conduit for her divine will, I saw the twin aspects intertwined - in more than a sibling's love.”

  “The church eventually caught wind of us doing what the goddess approved - they did not,” Tena hissed.

  “However, we were too valuable as a symbol to do away with completely.”

  “And so, we were sent here.”

  “Where you now sit with me,” Rykard said, taking another bite of the yellow fruit. He then washed his hands with a wet rag Mena handed him. No sooner were his hands clean, that he pulled the two towards him again. This time, they wiggled along before he could use any force. “In my home realm, incest is widely regarded as a sin as well,” he told them. “Personally, I can make an exception for sisters, especially twins. After all, you can’t spell ‘twincest’ without ‘win’.”

  Tena snorted, Mena giggled, the bad joke dispelling any kind of seriousness in the air. “Then you mean it? You want us - together?” Tena asked, putting extra emphasis on that st word.

  “How could I not?” Rykard answered. “In this nd of gorgeous elves, you’re the most beautiful. Your wild charm and your soft spoken elegance compliment each other deeply.” He grinned. “In my harem, I guarantee that you are free to love each other as you please - love the other women as well. What kind of harem world would I be building where a man cannot enjoy sisters?”

  The fraternal twins put their hands on his chest. He already had them. He had them the moment he had realized what they wanted most of all. The easy hook pulled them into the reach of his harem, now he just had to tell these lewd elves the one thing they needed to hear so they were not just using him for a safe space.

  Suddenly, he grabbed both of them by the back of the heads. Fingers cwed into hair, moving them close. Initially surprised, mildly pained cries were repced with sighs when he pulled them both fully against his broad chest. Tena’s medium and Mena’s enormous tits squished on his muscles.

  The sweet smell came from them again. The excited, sweet smell that permeated the soil of these erotic woods. That wonderful, excited, sweet smell of women in heat, nubile women whose sexuality asked for more than they could find in other females. It was that deep, wonderful, excited, sweet smell of a pair of fertile submissives.

  “Right here, right now,” he whispered to them. “I can make you scream like I made Vyra scream. I’ll make you feel like a pair of dolls, used to completion, bent over, panting, filled to the brim, swapping my seed back and forth between you as you kiss with nothing but ecstasy on your mind.” The words affected Mena that little bit more than Tena, but both were getting more and more flustered with each sentence spoken. Their kinks were open to him, written in that sweet smell and the accelerated pattern of their breathing. “I’ll take you until your asses sting from the thrusts. I’ll make you crawl for me, guide you on a leash. I’ll fuck you everywhere in my realm I please.” His hands rexed, combing gently through their hair now. “Then I’ll take care of you. I’ll love you, cherish you, listen to your council. You’ll rule this world with me. A world where you don’t have to care about what the others say. Both of you will be my women and all my haremettes should love each other.”

  He took a pause, gently pulled them back, so he could see their faces. Before he asked, he knew the answer. Before he asked, they provided the answer.

  “”We want that life.””