“Why change things that work so splendidly?” Rykard asked in return, already weaving the spell. He really tried to do it with same mindless expertise that he used when summoning the stag, but in that y the issue: he tried something that had come instinctively. Instead, he ‘just’ managed to summoned a glorious golden carriage drawn by four mighty lions.

  Beginner stuff, really.

  The lions rushed down the pathways of the Grid at a ludicrous speed. What should have taken about three days, they managed to cross in less than one.

  The sight they were met by was astoundingly advanced. It had been a mere 12 days since they had departed from the shore and yet the entire segment of the coastline had undergone a radical transformation. A deep trench had been dug into the shallows, creating a bay area secured by wood and stone. In it y many of the smaller ships, drifting back and forth between the rest of the armada and the nd to take aboard fresh rations or to haul other building materials around. A regimental town was quickly growing around this new bay and a second, rger harbour was already under construction.

  “It must be much easier to get this done when everyone can breathe underwater,” Mena commented on the obvious.

  “Oooooh, is that the ship you were talking about?” Helenn asked, head sticking out the carriage window. “It is enormous! Huge! Impressive! Insert all of the other words I would usually describe your dick with, Master! I love it! Can it deliver ordnance? How big?”

  “Very,” Lyvia answered.

  They exited the carriage the moment they had rolled down to the bay. Rykard let go of the straining connection that kept the entities bound to this realm and the construct disappeared, leaving them with a welcoming committee of saluting monster girls.

  “King Rykard, Admiral Lyvia,” the slime woman in charge greeted them. Their loyalty was once more shown in who they chose to greet first. If Rykard had the necessary greed and love-making capacity, he may just have taken the entirety of the armada as his harem for just how delightfully hierarchical they were. Even he knew some limits, however.

  “At ease,” Rykard stated. “Are you prepared for departure?”

  A mechanical nod from the fluid captain. “A vessel has been kept prepared to take you to the Leviathan.”

  “My former apartments await you, Sir,” Lyvia added.

  “Feel free to use them in my absence, admiral,” Rykard retorted with a chuckle.

  “I was pnning to,” Lyvia answered, “but thank you for the confirmation.”

  “I never can quite read you,” Tena confessed, while they followed Lyvia to the aforementioned vessel that would bring them to the fgship.

  “Really, you can’t? I think its easy!” Helenn chirped. “Look at the tiny wags of the tip of her tail, that means she’s making a joke!”

  Lyvia slightly turned her head to look at her own tail, just as everyone else did. The two-metre long appendage was no longer wiggling at that moment, but that did not mean Helenn was bbbering nonsense. “If that is true, I respect your analytical observations.”

  “Awwww, shucks, thank you.” The cherub hovered over and attached her short and stacked body to the back of the much, much taller woman. “I respect the genuine sparkle in your pale blue, gorgeous eyes!”

  Lyvia showed something like a smile and kept on guiding them. The admiral did not need to be told which vessel was supposed to take them across, she clearly just knew it by scanning the port. One boarding ter and the ship was sailing out under the fading light of day. The sails were pulled in, yet they moved smoothly. Rykard looked overboard and spotted a number of the sailors pushing the vessel along underwater. Taxing on long distances, no doubt, but likely more efficient than rowing.

  Once aboard the Leviathan, the true expanse of the warship was made evident. Rykard had been aboard the fgship of the Troyk Empire. That one had been rge enough that one would have needed ten minutes ust to put their head in every single room in its three-deck expanse. The Leviathan was a different beast altogether.

  It was less like he was aboard a seaborne vessel and more like a moving keep. Just the upper deck alone was a strategically yered expanse with walkways, towers, and small bridges between them. Even if this structure of corals, carapace, and cartige somehow was boarded, it had so many defensible positions that only the crew knew about that it was like the boarders strolled into a kill zone.

  Rykard had to follow Lyvia, because he genuinely had no idea where in this byrinthian structure anything was located. There was a system to it, no doubt, and the military was too ordered for the pathways to be fundamentally inefficient.

  Admittedly, their destination was the one pce he would have found. In the back third of the warship, the tower of reef-like structures reached its peak. The very top was dedicated to the command staff, Lyvia expined. From there, one had the best overview of an engagement and could thus make the strategically sound decisions.

  The admiral’s quarters were located right underneath.

  The foyer that connected all of the officer apartments was ludicrous. Giant window panes let in the moonlight, illuminating tall columns in silvery blue.

  Decorative corals sprouted from the walls and sat in pots, like pnts would have in other environments. The walls were pink and blue, consisting primarily of smooth, chitin-esque materials that were fashioned like colourful marble and gss. It was almost like the inside of a cathedral.

  Once inside Lyvia’s actual quarters, bioluminescent lines fred up at the touch of a mana crystal embedded in the wall. There were several rooms, the most important of which were the dining room, the bathroom, and, of course, the bedroom, all equipped with a multitude of luxuries that no ship should have been capable of holding.

  Not that Rykard was compining. He ran his hand over one of the surfaces, marveling at how warm it all was. “Is this ship alive?” he had to ask.

  “In some sense,” Lyvia answered. “Calling it a colony of various, alchemically designed organisms would be more accurate. I will gdly arrange a copy of its creation method upon arrival in Regalia. Our secrets are yours to explore and exploit, Sir.”

  Rykard smiled and walked over to a rge armchair. It was not part of the ship, just a piece of luxurious furniture that had been pced within it. Slightly he tilted his head and beheld his haremettes.

  The night was young.

  “Lyvia,” Rykard beckoned the leviathan dy close.

  “Yes, Master,” she responded. Her tone remained the same, but the swing of her hips and the change of title made clear she understood the change in mood. A gesture had her drop to her knees in front of him. The other haremettes watched from the sidelines.

  “Take me into your throat,” he ordered her. “Then serve as well you can.”

  The flip was switched with that single word. Military elegance was repced with urgent obedience. Blue lips parted, while her hands hastened to undo the cover of his cock. The special cut-out in his pants was moved out of the way and her hot throat enveloped him immediately.

  Rykard groaned out loud at the sudden rush of pleasure all around.

  His cock wasn’t just sensitive, it was supremely sensitive in a way he had not expected. All around him was the excited quivering of her perfectly molded throat. The tendrils massaged him all around. The moans vibrated through them and the clenching walls. Lyvia lost no time to bob her head, losing herself to the eager trance of the moment.

  Rykard clenched his teeth and gripped the armrests. He hadn’t felt this way in a while, this out of control of his own ability to perform. Different forms of pride wrestled with each other, one insisting he tell her to stop so he could prevent the inevitable, the other telling him to just push through and deny the unstoppable.

  Lyvia, even if she did notice, was entirely focused on her orders. While her Master struggled to not climax immediately, she was filling the room with the steady GLACK! of taking him into the depths of her hot throat over and over again.

  If there was a silver-lining here, it was that she was every bit as sensitive as he was at that moment. Holding onto she had her own climax may not have been his proudest achievement, but it was all he could manage at the moment. The second the folds of the monster girl’s throat orgasmically tightened around him he lost the little vestiges of control he had and came.

  As much as he wanted to st longer, the relief brought by this orgasm was immense. Spurt for heavy spurt, he pumped his load into her stomach. Her nose pressed into his crotch. Her insides massaged. He kept on cumming until he could no more.

  The whole thing was done in less than two minutes.

  “She sure served you well,” Telena remarked.

  Rykard felt a rare moment of embarrassment. “She… sure did,” he answered, trying to retain his dignity. At least Lyvia seemed to be in a good mood because of how quickly she had made him climax. He wasn’t, especially not when he actually went soft after just the one. The whole engagement was just below his superhuman standards.

  As, sometimes even he was betrayed by biology.