The Leviathan entered the dock specifically tailored for it or ships of its size. Parts of the chitinous railing lowered themselves on flexible joints, extending waving hooks that eventually wiggled their way into the wooden stairs that were extended at multiple points from the crowd of dock workers. Workers that were, as advertised, universally monster girls as well.

  The crowd that surrounded the Leviathan was colourful in a coordinated way. Like the military, the various species that made up the citizenry of regalia preferred to ‘wear’ what the minor shapeshifting of their biology allowed them to. What reigned in the potential cacophony of shapes and colours that could come from this was the uniformity of their aquatic evolution. Marine blue was most common, other shades of blue second to that, then bck, white, and finally the brighter colours of corals.

  Rykard stepped down the staircase presented to him. The wood creaked and wobbled slightly. Schooled thoroughly in the art of waving and smiling even while the ground under his feet felt like it could slip away, the king descended the flight of stairs. The women cheered at his simple presence.

  ‘The sole man in a city of ten thousand,’ he thought. It was the set-up to one of the more fantastical smut novels he had read in his time. Unlike that novel, he decided to keep it to his harem. He had enough holes to empty himself between them and plenty of opportunity to add more haremettes as he conquered.

  Helenn rode one of his shoulders. Tena hurried down the stairs on swift and certain feet. Mena had a less certain gait, slowly climbing down, and holding up the traffic behind her. Lyvia did not move a single muscle in her face at the dey. She stopped on the st step of the staircase, using the elevated ground to procim: “Your king, Rykard of New Eden, has arrived! My fealty is his, my womb is his, and so is this city!”

  The stern voice echoed over the crowd, who ceased their appuse and chattering immediately. Dropping to their knees, some in simple fealty, others in full prostration, the ocean of women was spread out before Rykard. There must have been at least five hundred people present, in addition to the crew of the Leviathan.

  “Usually, this is the part where I pitch my vision for the future,” Rykard stated, his voice boosted by magic so it would reach all the way to the back. “There is no need to sell to you that which you desired from the start. The gods sent you my way because our goals align. You want dominant men worthy of breeding you? You want to be part of harems?” The kneeling crowd was silent. “Come on, let me hear it!” he encouraged them. “You want dominant men worthy of breeding you?”

  “”Yes!”” came the response.

  “You want to be part of harems?”

  “YESSSSS!!” came the enthusiastically hissed response.

  “Then rise, my subjects! Work as you would and, in due time, I shall give you what you desire. A due time not too far away, I assure you!” As the crowd stood up, he gestured to Lyvia. “Your admiral, my personal cum dump, has advised me to pce a Hexagon with the men you wish for near you and I will do the best to make this reality. Gods willing, I shall have this done in the coming weeks.” New cheers erupted from the crowds. “Now shush, away with you! Let me see this great city not worshiping at my feet, but in all of its glorious motion!”

  The crowd swiftly dispersed. Lyvia stepped up to Rykard. “An excellent speech, Sir.”

  “An easy crowd.” Rykard waved off. “I do pn to see this city from the ground level. That’s the best way to experience it, I believe.”

  “As you wish, Sir. I’ll be your guide.”

  “That you will be…” Rykard looked her and his other haremettes up and down. Since he was in such a… sex-positive city, and there were no children about in this den of needy, nubile women, he could have some fun with it.

  As delicious as Helenn looked, Rykard decided to keep his mind out of the gutter and in the street for the time being. With a simple gesture, he made Lyvia lead the way.

  The crowd parted before them. Quickly at first, slower when they went from the open spaces of the port to the streets surrounding them. For all the numerous, yered pathways that Regalia had, all of it was crowded. Many of the ‘roads’ were little more than gaps between two buildings. Somehow, they managed to cram statues and fountains in between the passages, located either in cut-outs in the wall or in hidden pzas that id in the shadows of surrounding buildings. In higher pces, potted pnts granted some green to the environment. In lower pces, corals filled that decorative void instead. Occasionally, they walked through a pza that was roofed over by the mighty leaves of palms, the space illuminated by bioluminescent corals at the bottom of a shallow saltwater pond.

  Aquatic monster girls lounged, often naked, in these pces. They sat in the lobbies of cafes and restaurants, enjoying hot or cold beverages with their meals. Seafood and pasta was dominant.

  “A waste,” Lyvia commented in passing. “Our pasta stores are limited without fresh grain. Even if we start colonizing surrounding areas tomorrow, it will be a while until the first harvest.”

  “Something to keep in mind for the Hexagon I summon,” Rykard thought out loud. “I see that Regalia has quite the active food and art culture.” He gnced at another dispy of a tastefully naked, chimeric mia. Like all mias, she had the lower body of a snake, but her hair was interwoven with ivy, her hands ended in cws, and a gem was embedded in her chest. Also, the stone used to shape her was deliberately of the greyish blue variant when the rest of the architecture preferred lighter tones. “I keep seeing her. Is that the monster dy?”

  “The first,” Lyvia confirmed. “Although her descendants also have statues. They share quite simir features. Legend has it that her species is the foundation of all other monster girls.”

  Rykard hummed. It was improbable, considering the constant creation of new species and the frequency at which monster girls appeared across worlds. It was more likely that this species was something like Altana on an individual scale, a stable fusion of various different genomes, created using alchemy. Then again, what did Rykard know about the worlds before the games began?

  “I take it you also trace your lineage back to her?” Rykard asked.

  “Indeed. House Abyss has its origin in the fourth child of the original monster dy. Shamefully, we have long since declined from our days of glory. I dragged my house back from the edge of irrelevance. They best take my lessons to heart, now that I am gone.” She looked over her shoulder, desire beating in her pale blue eyes. “I sought a new family and I found it.”

  Rykard caught up and put his arm around her. The ptes of her armour could be surprisingly soft when she wanted them to be. The swing of her hips was alluring anyhow.

  Loud noises announced them stepping from a busy district into a bustling one. Stalls, temporary and permanent, lined the streets. They emerged at an elevated position, letting Rykard get an overview of a vast pza entirely consumed by a bazaar.

  “The Regalia Market, at a current lull,” Lyvia stated. “Typically one would find here the various wares that enter our city through the port. At the moment, only internal goods are traded.”

  Rykard could hardly imagine just how busy it was supposed to get if this was supposed to be a lull. Entire forges had been built in the pza, their smoke rising next to the steam from boiling pots and the faint pilrs of burning incense. Then again, he did remember walking the main market of the capital of Troyk at one point and being unable to see past the next person’s head.

  “Continue your work,” the admiral decred, while they walked the market.

  “Good craftsmanship,” Rykard hummed, inspecting an item here or there. As expected, most items on dispy were either artisanry or the items reted to shipbuilding. Nails, hammers, wooden pnks, waterproof paint, tar, resin, and alchemical binding against, all of that sort of thing. Beyond those, there were the services of the artificers and alchemists. The two services were typically rolled into one here, augmented organisms being a craft more common here than in other pces, but still rare and costly all around.

  They ended the tour at the dome. Stepping into it revealed it to be a massive church. Depictions of the monster dy were spiralling up and down the various pilrs that formed a circle under the rim of the dome above. An empty plinth stood under the fresco depicting a purple eclipse.

  “A statue of you will stand here in due time,” Lyvia promised. “It is tradition.”

  “Fttering,” Rykard hummed. “I take it then that the quarters attached to this dome are mine?”

  “Yours to use, change, decorate, and ours to maintain and clean,” Lyvia confirmed dutifully.

  “Not ‘ours’,” Rykard corrected her. “You’re mine now. You will not be tasked with the maintenance. You’ll be part of the reason why they need to clean.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Lyvia acknowledged. She was so reliably rigid and delightfully bendable at the same time. “This entire city is yours to command. We are merely awaiting your command. Do you wish us to be a military, mercantile, or mixed operation? We could also mothball the entire city, reduce it to the bare minimum to be recimed in coming generations, and have its inhabitants relocated to where they may be bred swiftly and frequently.”

  Rykard made his decision after a few seconds of contemption. “Focus on the military. I need soldiers and your navy will be able to swiftly respond to most occurrences.”

  “As you wish, Sir,” Lyvia stated. “If you would allow me, I will have that order acknowledged by the city leadership.”

  “I would - Ah.” Rykard grabbed Lyvia by the face before she could turn away. “You telling your subordinates is an order, cum dump Lyvia,” he told her in that mildly threatening tone that made submissives go weak. The admiral was just a little different, turning more rigid where she stood rather than hanging from his arm. “Keep reminding yourself of that as you go and follow it: you reying the message and making sure it’s followed is an order of mine. Don’t let any part of you forget it.”

  “Yes, Master,” Lyvia panted.

  Rykard gently shoved her away. The admiral gave one more salute, then she wobbled away. Every step brought her a little bit of pleasure. By the time she was actually speaking, she would be soaking wet and trembling. Knowing her, however, her voice would remain steady enough to deliver the words precisely.

  “Come along,” he told the rest of his submissives. Helenn, Mena, and Tena all walked behind him, while he checked out his updated Nation summary.

  As expected, Regalia added universal boons to his realm. New Eden was growing almost as fast as he was. ‘Which means that no one will be able to stop me alone… which the others will realize themselves soon enough.’

  Rykard dismissed the window and opened the door to his new apartments. Three stories tall, with a balcony on each level, the kingly abode let him look over the north side of the city. The furniture was royal red and purple, the surface polished wood, rich leather, or other materials that were easily wiped off. The locals knew every surface would be stained in one way our another in due time.

  Plopping down on a couch, Rykard only had to wiggle a finger for the twins to sit down on either side of him, while Helenn took his p. Ever adorable, the blonde pressed herself against him, enormous tits squishing against his chest. Mena did much the same on his left, while Tena put her chin on his shoulder like a happy feline.

  “What’s next, Master?” the white-haired twin asked.

  “Whatever I feel like,” Rykard answered.

  Tena blew air out of her nose. “Isn’t that every waking hour of every day?”

  “For the time being. I’ll unlock the secrets of sleep projections eventually.” Rykard gave the redhead’s ass a moan-inducing swat. He was kneading her sister’s tit at the same time. “You two sure are soft in all the right pces.”

  “I’ll show you soft!” Tena compined and bit his shoulder.

  Rykard just ughed. The canines, sharp as they were, did not penetrate skin. “That did not even make sense,” he told the mischievous druid. “Gd to see you’re having fun, at least.”

  “Fun? I’m having a bst!” Tena stated. “I got with you to fuck my sister without getting disturbed and because your cock makes me feel as fertile as the common goblin.”

  “...a little crude, but accurate,” Mena mumbled.

  “Now I’m travelling all of these other pces and seeing weird, tasty water spiders! It’s fantastic.”

  “Yeah!” Helenn was quick to follow up. “Going with Master gives me so many ideas for more things to invent! I want to try and pick up something from the locals, see how they mesh metal with corals so easily and then… oh, the possibilities… And if I ever could get a sample from that Ouroboros Swarm as well… the ideas! Alchemy isn’t my area of expertise, but maybe I could pick that up as well.”

  “Maybe you could,” Rykard agreed. “And maybe you should or maybe you can wait until I find you a research partner.”

  “Oh! Oh! That’s a great idea! Conjure a Hexagon with an alchemist and then just go KABEDON! On her too!”

  “Maybe smack your cock in her face,” Tena added drily.

  Rykard gave them a crooked smile. Pinning women between himself and a wall and then putting his cock across their features when they were on their knees were indeed his two most successful moves. “It only works when you have a good radar for submissives,” he told them.

  “The gods bless you with the women you desire,” Mena pointed out.

  “That is, at best, a quarter of the battle.” Rykard pinched the priestess’ nipple through the thin fabric of her chest cover. “Do you think anyone else would have managed to get you two hooked as quickly as I did?”

  “N-no, Master,” the soft-spoken woman whispered. “Your charm is undeniable.”

  “Good girl.”

  “I’m a good girl too!” Tena compined.

  Rykard gave her a gre. “Good girls don’t have to call themselves that. The words belong to their Master.” The redhead lowered her head a bit. Since she looked sufficiently reprimanded, he scratched her under the chin. “You’ll deserve the moniker before the day is over.”