The sight was too stimuting to ignore and the time he would be apart from them too long to leave without an impression. He did not have long, but a quick orgy he would always make time for.

  Reading his expression with her usual aptness, Miyo released his shoulders from her massage. “I’ll ready our bags, Master,” she whispered in his ear. “Leave your other submissives with an appropriate memory.”

  “Such a good girl,” Rykard hummed and gave Miyo’s ass a resounding swat as she turned to leave. Her tail, currently singur, lifted for a brief moment. A throaty moan escaped her. Pussy juice trickled down the inside of her thigh as she sashayed away. Her own urges would be obliged over and over again on the road. This morning belonged to her fellow haremettes, the loyal sluts of her king.

  The surface of the soapy water rippled softly, while Master and sves faced each other. Five of them, five gorgeous, submissive women that he had cimed over the past 23 days. Eyes burned with lust, reigned in by their eager anticipation his desires. His words were their w.

  And yet, two of them moved before he opened his mouth. Hey and Mena cimed for themselves the right to bow down to his cock and continue the loving administrations of attention that had already wrung three loads out of him that morning. He was every bit as hard as before, his libido growing as his harem did - or was it the other way around?

  That did not matter, only their insubordination did. “Too greedy to wait for your Master’s command?” he sneered, his tone betraying equal parts disappointment and eagerness to punish them. He buried his fingers in Mena’s white mane, dragging her upwards.

  “We were already serving you!” she defended herself, her voice reverberating with masochistic delight. She screamed, when he gave her huge breasts a warning smack. The duo of mounds, albeit impressively rge, was still only the fourth rgest set among the five submissives in the room.

  Rykard’s fingers sunk aggressively into the tit flesh, kneading it like one would particurly stubborn dough. “Watch your tone, toy,” he warned, then shoved her back. “Sit at the edge of the bath and be quiet. I’ll use you when I feel like it, like I do with all of my cleaning tools.”

  Mena’s breathing hitched for one delightful moment. Her golden lips parted, perhaps to form another challenging response, but his gre silenced her. With a shiver, she hurriedly climbed out of the bathtub and knelt on the padded side of the floor-integrated pce of Master’s cleanliness.

  “You’re not kneeling in prayer, you’re kneeling for your Master,” Rykard chastised her. “Keep those legs spread.”

  “Y-yes, Master,” Mena answered, her voice timid. Her bratty streak was weak, easy to break through, and the reward was always immediate. She presented the swollen mons between her thick thighs, dripping a little from the remaining water and a lot from her growing delight.

  “Tena, be a good pet and make sure you and your sister remain prepared for me,” Rykard ordered and the redhead eagerly nodded. Getting behind her fraternal twin, Tena sunk the fingers of one hand into the quivering quim of Mena and the fingers of the other into her own. The Farcloud sisters soon moaned in unison, while the druid masturbated them both.

  All that time, the succubus had kept on pping at his cock. Now that his attention shifted to her, she gave him a truly challenging gre. “I won’t part with this cock until I’ve had my fill,” she let him know.

  “Alright,” he casually gave. The submissive tilted her head, confused on getting what she said she wanted. Confusion made room for pyfully reluctance, when she was grabbed by the horns. “Have your fill then!” Rykard decred, pulling her down on his crotch.

  His rge cock made her neck bulge. Still situated to his right, Hey’s tits fttened against his leg. It truly spoke to just how enormous the top of the semen demon was, that her pliable chest practically swallowed his leg like her throat did his cock. Although the tter was doubtlessly more pleasurable, a hell of twitching folds, designed to extract everything a man had to give, the heat and squishiness of her tits could not be denied.

  Hey tried to raise her head, to take control, but he would not let her have it. He kept her pinned down, until the asphyxiation made something in her head snap. Red lips formed a tight seal around the base of his cock. Eyes, shifted from an infernal red to an equally infernal orange in his absence, rolled up, leaving much of her bck sclera to be seen instead.

  Rykard heard the surrounding submissives moan when he began to fuck Hey’s throat. Water spshed and haremettes bit their lower lips. The luscious, long, wild mane of red and bck stuck to the succubus’ curves as drenched strands, elevating the swing of her hips and the narrow width of her waist. He thrust up into her and all the others around gasped at the sight.

  Ass shooting up, Hey came. Her sensitive throat was being used, itches scratched that delivering a blowjob could never have reached. Top down, bottom up, Rykard used her as his comfort hole, until he saw the st spark of defiance drown amongst climaxes in those flustered eyes.

  In one smooth motion, he pulled the cock drunk slut off his cock. “Mashtahr!” she cried, after her lips popped off his cock. He let her twitching form slump into the shallow water beside him, before grabbing Helenn.

  The short stack just squeaked. “What a good and obedient toy, knowing she has no purpose but being pumped full!” Rykard hummed and pulled her tiny form over his cock with the same ferocity he had the demonette a moment earlier.

  Helenn immediately squirted. Her cunt was stretched out by his rge cock, creating a visible bulge in her abdomen, behind the many golden marks all over her holy body. Tits and ass rippled at the sudden impact, the living cocksleeve cheering in every way she could short of words. Rykard knew just how much she loved being used. His rge hands reached around her waist, dragging her up like he would with any sex toy.

  So light and so bouncy was she, that the pumping motions of making her glide up and down matched the sheer speed of his thrusts. Whenever his coordinated motions met in the middle, Helenn came again. He had already filled her belly with cum, so he would not give her the honour of pumping her womb full as well. Not that Rykard urgently had to do so with any of them. There was no female in this estate that he had not bred.

  Over and over again, his cock shoved her womb deeper into her estic insides. Each time he kissed her cervix, Helenn’s eyes rolled up. Eventually, her tongue lolled out and she was reduced to giggles, screams, and all the other sounds a sex toy was allowed to make for her Master’s pleasure.

  Like Hey, Helenn was discarded the moment her cock drunk state reached a satisfying level. Holding on by a thread, Rykard then turned to Vyra. “Please, let me,” the vampire suggested in a calm voice. “You’ve spoiled me on the journey. Let me repay the favour, Master? If it pleases you?”

  “You’ve learned how to properly suggest things,” Rykard noted approvingly, then gestured for her to continue.

  Vyra straddled his hips, but did not penetrate herself. Instead, she glided down, dragging her gigantic orbs of pale flesh over his chest. “Ah… I came a little already…” she whispered, just as her tits enveloped his manhood. Squeezing her breasts with slender fingers, she put pressure on the cock that had vanished in her cleavage.

  Rykard watched as Vyra gave him the best service she could give. Between the sensitivity of her enormous tits and her rapidly growing experience, it was a fantastic one. Already close to the edge, Rykard was brought beyond it within two minutes. He barely held on, until the moment Vyra’s voice was repced with a delighted cry of her own. The orgasmic shout was his signal to paint her with his seed.

  White fell on white, the glistening curves of the soaped-up vampire the canvas for the low-contrast picture. Only a fool would have decried the view of Vyra’s trembling form as a dispy of pure colour composition. Adorned in his seed, the submissive was more gorgeous than in any dress. A drop of it pearled over her bck lips, swiftly cimed by her tongue.

  Compared to the two trembling women by her side, the vampire was entirely clear of mind. “Thank you for giving me a st marking before your departure, Master,” she purred and backed away. Even in this, she was smooth and dylike.

  Rykard’s attention fell on the twins. “Tena,” he said the name and made a single gesture with his head. The redhead reluctantly departed from her sister, only to then be shoved aggressively to the ground.

  As he had wanted to do since first seeing just how flexible she was, he bend the contortionist into a shape that looked uncomfortable and would have been for everyone else. For her, having her mouth close enough to her crotch that she could eat herself out was just a regur feat. With green eyes bzing with desire, Tena opened up her mouth.

  “Good girl,” Rykard encouraged the behaviour, gently pushing into her rgely untrained mouth. He did not linger for long, did not go too deeply. Just as the gag reflex kicked in, he moved to her cunt, penetrating that ready hole swiftly.

  Tena grunted like an animal in heat. Then again, what else was she? Her voice was only silenced when his rutting moved back to her mouth and returned when he pushed into her pussy again. Back and forth like that, keeping her in a constant state of being trained and being tamed.

  He showered her with words of appreciation. He would have filled her up as well, but he was reaching his limits. Fucking her silly was not in the cards today, not with the time he had and not with the stamina that was left in him. Once he had pounded her to her fifth orgasm, he pulled back.

  To immediately shove Mena down on the padded floor. Top down, bottom up, he put her fat, chocote ass on dispy. He smacked it once, sending droplets of water flying off the taut flesh. He wet his cock on the abundant wetness of her cunt. Then, he angled at the other hole.

  “Oh yes, oh yes, oh y-e-e-e-eesssss!” Mena cried, when he finally took that anal virginity he knew she had wanted cimed. His cock advanced slowly into the depths of her backdoor, pushing past the resistance of her stretching sphincter. Tight, hot walls pressed down on him.

  Through pain and pleasure, he made her rex, until he could pull back out. Slow at first, gradually growing faster, he used her well-lubed ass. It was a swift, monotonous affair, the rutting of a Master into a new toy, making sure this part of her was as pleasant to use as the rest. Her wide hips swayed back and forth, cheeks rippling as they were cpped by his thrusting hips.

  “Such a good fuck toy,” Rykard groaned, holding onto her hips. His speed accelerated further. “I’ll make sure to really use this hole once I get back.”

  “Yes, yes, use me! Use me like a common free use whore! Your private free use whore! Bend me over every surface in this mansion, make me your perverted toy!” Mena screamed at the top of her lungs, years of repressed perversions flowing freely while she got her ass pounded and smack.

  Rykard only ughed in approval. The other sex sves around mimicked the sentiment in slurred and submissive tones, watching the scene closely. Tena hugged him from behind, looking in awe over his shoulder while he fucked her twin from one orgasm to the next. “I could never take her like you do, Master,” she admitted, a tinge of envy in her voice, overpowered by joy and admiration. “Not with any toys in the world.”

  “That’s because you were made for me, not just each other,” Rykard told her, then leaned over to nibble on her earlobe. “You’re both mine - together.”

  Just as he pressed that st word out, he thrust into Mena one final time. He came again, filling up the anal lover’s backdoor with every drop he still had to give. Tiny little sways of his hips helped milk every st drop out of him.

  When his cock began to defte, he pulled out. He slumped back into the bathtub, breathing heavily and grabbed a sponge.

  For this final bit of cleaning up, he could act himself.