“I would apologize for my pse of control, Master, but I believe that it was enjoyed thoroughly,” Lyvia said.

  The admiral sat across from Rykard in a chair that he had conjured. The chair was part of a table set that currently held a meal which was swiftly prepared using what Tena and himself had dragged out of the nearby woods. It was mostly deer meat, cooked with a few select herbs the druid had located.

  “Whatever gave you that idea?” Rykard asked with a rge smile.

  “The twitching of your cock at the mere mention of it?” the leviathan dy answered. The encountered had completely obliterated any sort of ice between them and revealed a mild sarcastic streak to the prim woman. It was just a streak though, primarily she remained as dutiful as before. “I’m sorry, I spoke out of turn.”

  “Don’t be, you’re not here to be my actual sve - that stays in the bedroom. Well, the bedroom and whatever other pce we decre appropriate for lovemaking.” Rykard made a tossing gesture, before putting the hand back on Mena’s head.

  While he and Lyvia talked, his cock was sandwiched between the pping tongues of Hey and Mena. Tena stood behind his chair, rubbing her pussy, but mostly listening to the conversation.

  “I see - would it find your agreement if I addressed you as ‘Sir’ rather than ‘Master’ to differentiate between regur and erotic engagement?”

  “I was thinking of making a simir suggestion. Rykard is fine too.”

  “As you say, Sir.” Lyvia lifted a cup filled with water and took a sip. “I express my gratitude for the break and for what preceded the break. Admittedly, I did not anticipate that I would find you immediately nor that you would turn me into your private slut so swiftly.”

  “Underestimating me never works out for my enemies, but it has a tendency to work out just fine for submissive pythings.” Rykard tilted his head softly. “Py with yourself.”

  Calmly, the admiral put the cup down, then let her hands roam over her body. A tender sigh escaped her, while brushing over her cunt. “How much?” she asked, pleasure underlying the question.

  “This little is fine, I still want to talk,” Rykard answered. “It honestly was luck that brought me to this shore at the correct time. My conjuration reached deeper than intended and the entity you saw decided to bring me here.”

  “Luck is also a skill, as my teacher used to say,” Lyvia responded. “A-ah-nd a truly useful one for a ruler.”

  “Luck is also what brought you to me, in a way. As far as a god’s will can be called luck.” A moan and a nod signalled Lyvia’s agreement. “We will have plenty of time to talk about me. For now, I want to know the details of the Hexagon I summoned. Is that your entire fleet? What are the resources of your city? How many people do you offer? Are all of them monster girls like you?”

  “R-requesting permission to stop m-aaahh-sturbating to expin efficiently, Master.”

  Rykard considered for a moment, then he decided to test something else first. “Climax, then you can stop.”

  The effect of the order was sadly not what he had wanted. Rather than an instantaneous release, the leviathan redoubled in her efforts to pleasure herself. After half a minute of fingering herself at a rapid pace, her hips bucked off the seat of the wooden chair. Ragged breathing and moans filled the air.

  “The fourth kind of first orgasm today,” Lyvia cooed when the trembles ebbed away.

  “You never touched yourself before?” Rykard asked.

  “I had much to prove in my life. A ck of control over their urgest brought my predecessors and my house to ruin,” Lyvia answered pinly. “They would mate carelessly. Admittedly, perhaps the same could be said of what I did today…” The control broke for the length of a long, loving gnce. “...I am capable of regretting it. The mating may be for life, but I remain a person of martial wisdom and expectations.”

  “You will not find me wanting,” Rykard promised. “Council me, if you feel I veer to the wrong path.”

  “So I did intend. Entertaining as talking to you is, I will now answer your questions.” Lyvia picked up the cup again and took another sip. “The present armada presents the majority of our ships. We possess one more of the rge warships and six more of the support vessels. The Leviathan is the only of its css in our fleet, although we are theoretically capable of engineering more, should the necessary resources be provided.”

  “A project for a different time, for the moment your navy’s primary role will be scouting, aiding in travel, and helping in colony establishment.”

  Lyvia nodded. “Whatever you want from us, Sir, we will be eager to deliver. As for the city, its name is Regalia. In our original realm, it was situated as a canal between a freshwater ke and the ocean. The gods must have picked it for that reason, among others.”

  “Your canal is capable with coping between the water differences?”

  “Our canal is a complicated feat of artifice. It holds its own, magically separated reservoir of water. The two ecosystems will remain separate unless you order us to let something through. Would you like to tangent further or should I return to the main questions?”

  Rykard chortled. “The tter.”

  “The navy under my command is 2000 sailors strong. The city contains about 10’000 people. All of us are indeed females of the advanced monster girl variety, all of us, except for me, are single, of nubile age, and in prime health. Our home is regurly chosen as a summoned Hexagon. Truthfully, the monster dy uses it as a form of popution control. Men are a scarce resource to us.”

  ‘And they will be to New Eden too if I don’t change up my strategy soon,’ Rykard thought. Aulone, Halyfa and Moydra were the only three Hexagons he had summoned so far that had men in them, with the new battlemaid academy Hexagon potentially having more but probably not. The three Hexagons that definitely had them all had the ‘normal’ 50/50 ratio. Aulone only had a few hundred people, Halifax was simirly scarcely poputed, and while Moydra had more it did not have as many more. With the Whisperwoods, the number of women had already shot up considerably. Adding 12’000 submissive, partner-seeking monster girls on top seriously skewed the ratios. By Rykard’s shorthand estimation, the gender ratio was about 1 to 5 right now.

  Manageable, but his nation may need an influx of males at some point if this trend continued. He definitely needed to start commissioning public meeting pces that facilitated the meeting of men and harem-seeking women.

  “As for the goods and services of Regalia, we offer a variety of services, most of them focused around the needs of the navy.” Lyvia paused for a short moment. “May I request that you inform me of the y of the map and political ndscape before I continue, Sir?”

  “A reasonable request,” Rykard answered and then id out all he knew. He gave her the rundown in chronological order, listed the haremettes she would be sharing a mansion with alongside the Hexagons he found them in, and then went into some details regarding their resources. At the end, Lyvia looked contemptive. “You have advice for me, I sense. Go ahead.”

  “I understand that you were seeking to find us in our city. However, now that we have made contact and that I have assured you of my loyalty in perpetuity, from the service of my skills to my ovum, urgency of such is greatly diminished. I believe you should clear out whatever Hexagon is currently being dealt with by your subordinates, then accompany me back to Regalia. You will see our great city. Then, if it pleases you, Sir, I’d suggest you pce a Hexagon north of it, specifically one that has men, at best the rough, rugged, and dominating type. They are most popur with the popuce of Regalia.”

  “You suggest I give what I promised quickly,” Rykard analysed. “It would be strategically sound too. I could use the monster girls to bargain with the men, please the monster girls by delivering them men, and promise both the vast empty Coastal Tiles.” Rykard tapped the rim of the table. “Of course that would put your people at a vast economic advantage in the future.”

  Lyvia gently bowed her head. “We are loyal to you, a guarantee given by me and the grace of the gods. You will not err in trusting in our fertility and reliability.”

  Rykard looked to Tena. “Do you see any issues with this pn?”

  “Honestly, me and my people are fine as long as we got the Whisperwoods. Not like we were ever going to be the dominant species of this world. Even as a world that only had wood elves, we knew that elven fertility sucks compared to other races.”

  Rykard consider other consequences that could stem from that favouritism. Aulone wouldn’t mind, the dragon people of that Hexagon were engaged more with their art than each other. Moydra was simir, they weren’t even that interested in his vision of a world of harems in the first pce, they were just loyal to him as the one Vyra put her trust in. The Buiga obviously did not care, asexual golems that they were. Halyfa was the only popuce that might care, but they neighboured the Whisperwoods, so they had all of the advantages that came with that to keep them busy.

  In short, the only two reasons to deny the pn was because Rykard did not feel like it or because he had a different one he wanted to prioritize. It wasn’t as if monster girls only ever had daughters anyway, especially not if he did not get the requisite blessings of gods to skew the gender ratio.

  “I see the wisdom in your suggestion,” Rykard said. “I agree to this pn.”

  “I’m honoured by your agreement, Sir,” she responded, ever diligent.

  “Your armada should wait here, for the most part. Send one of the rger ships and retinue back to announce that you have found me and to prepare for my arrival in the coming weeks. The rest of your sailors should make camp here, maybe start work on a rudimentary port. I should have the Buiga come out here and help with that. A reliable shipping ne between the current heartnd of New Eden and Regalia will be quite important.”

  “I could not agree more,” Lyvia stated. “Would you like me to make the arrangements immediately?”

  “Just one more thing,” Rykard said and leaned back, the pping tongues of the succubus and the priestess still doing their work. “What do I do with you?”

  Lyvia awaited the answer to that question eagerly, a slight forwards tilt in her posture betraying as much. The leviathan dy could either wait here with her navy or leave someone else in charge and come with him. It would become regur for her to do so anyhow, since she was haremette first and admiral second. Most of the time in the future, she would stay at his estate.

  At this juncture, Rykard had to decide whether he wanted to remove her immediately or if he wanted to give her the days he needed to pacify the battlemaid Hexagons to make arrangements. It would make no long term difference, she could just as well make the arrangements during the voyage back. Plus, her subordinates were clearly trained and loyal, their ability to follow the admirals will even in her absence was beyond reproach.

  It purely came down to Rykard’s preferences

  “You will come with me,” he decided on a whim. “Wouldn’t want you to be away from my scent just after I made you addicted to it, would I?”

  “Addicted is not the proper word, but what does it matter?” Lyvia stood up and saluted. “It is my honour to serve as your retinue during this venture, Sir. I shall return posthaste, after delivering your orders to your armada.”

  Rykard nodded and she strut away.

  “We are heading straight back south?” Tena asked.

  “To Maclis, yes,” Rykard confirmed. “An unusual back and forth, but we saved a lot of time this way.”

  “Your prowess remains astounding,” Mena swooned. “The Twinned Goddess’ favour truly rests in your soul, Master.”

  “You should prioritize other goddesses in the future,” Hey suggested, much to the priestess’ disapproval. “Mother Lust will guide this nation well.”

  Rykard combed through their hairs with his fingers, reminding them that they had more urgent matters to attend to than a theological debate. They were right back to kissing his cock. Tongues competed, the tip between them, for who could taste him the most. Behind him, Tena was now masturbating feverishly. “Fate willing, I will find the grace of many gods - in due time.”

  For now, he just had to do as pnned.