Long, by the standard that Rykard wanted to be back as soon as possible. Because both of the haremettes with him could fly effortlessly, they could take the same shortcut he had used to get to this part of the grid in the first pce. From the temple, to the mountains was barely over an hour and once over the mountains, it was barely two hours more to reach his estate. That the Competitor’s Hexagon was comparatively smaller, due to dimensional stretch shenanigans, worked out for Rykard in this case.

  “Your home,” Rykard told them, as the mansion came into view.

  “Wooooow!” Helenn decred, flying a bit up to inspect it. “It’s all sparkly and things! I love it! And there’s two more good girls in there? The bestest girls?”

  “Yes,” Rykard responded.

  “It will do,” Hey’s answer was much less withheld. “I will keep my complete judgement until we have gotten a closer look.”

  They were about ten minutes removed from the estate, when the front door opened. Miyo stepped out, while Vyra remained in the shadow of the rge door. Both of them were as naked as he had left them, their pale curves on such shameless dispy that Rykard could not help but accelerate to see them both in their full beauty.

  As he got closer and closer, he realized that Miyo was not just as gorgeous as he had left her: she was positively radiant. He had heard before that pregnancy had positive effects on a woman’s looks, but he had not expected it to be so swift and so notable. Everything about her just seemed sharper, except for all the parts about her that seemed softer. It was nearly impossible to comprehend just how gorgeous his redheaded harem queen was.

  Taking the st couple of steps, Rykard wrapped his arms around her: one around her waist, the other around her shoulder. Firmly holding her by the back of her head, he pulled her into a greedy kiss. The sweetness of her lips greeted him and the willing surrender of her protruding tongue was quick to follow.

  Putting her arms around his neck in kind, she curved her entire body against him. Despite being allowed to orgasm in his absence this time around, the need was coursing through her. Hard nipples atop fttened breasts pushed against his chest. One of her legs rose, the thickest of her thigh pressing against the side of his hips. Trusting him with her bance, she held onto him, and made her only job in the world receiving his kisses.

  Rykard reached down, groping her banced bubble butt. The gigantic tits and fat asses he had recently made part of his life put her comparatively moderate curves in perspective. Her breasts were rger than that of most women, her butt and thighs proportionate, her figure slender but not too slender. She was wonderful in all the banced ways, whereas his three new haremettes were all extremes in some or many ways.

  All had their merits, of course, but Miyo remained his favourite.

  He broke the kiss, when her breathing began to accelerate. Still fondling her soft ass, he asked, “Did you follow all the rules while I was gone?”

  “We never touched ourselves. We pyed with each other for at least 30 minutes a day - at least,” Miyo repeated for emphasis, her calm voice mildly contrasting with the red dusting of excitement on her eastern features. “And, of course, we spent every moment of those sessions thinking of you, Master. We moaned your name. Kept your cock in our mind as we sucked on fingers. Remembered just how much better your hard cock is than our tong-ngghhs!”

  Her voice derailed into a throaty moan, preceded by the sharp sound of her jiggly ass getting smacked. “Good girl,” Rykard whispered into her fox ear, kneading the soft thing with the hand that had previously held the back of her head. “Good girls!” he added, a little louder so Vyra could hear. The vampire bowed happily, as deep as she could without exposing herself to the daystar.

  “Now, I see you have brought newcomers, Rykard?” Miyo asked, her voice ever so subtly different. Speaking was Miyo, his harem queen, not Miyo, his submissive. She inspected the duo, who had caught up and were now waiting patiently to be acknowledged. Gently, Rykard released the vixen from his embrace. “I know you wanted to-”

  “It is such an honour!” Helenn could no longer hold onto herself and burst out. Flying over, she grabbed Miyo’s hand and shook it repeatedly. “I’ve always wanted to be in the harem of a great dom and Rykard is such a great dom and I look forward to spending every st day of my life in bed with you! Do with me however you please, I love being used, abused, and objectified! Also…!”

  “Shut up.” Hey yanked the cherub back by her hair. It was gentler than it looked, courtesy of how easy it was to move Helenn around. Holding the bubbly angel by the throat, the demonette introduced herself. “I am Hey, a daughter of Mother Lust. I apologize for Helenn,” she gestured at the blissfully choking angel, “she only has sex between her ears. Which, I know, is ironic coming from me.”

  Miyo had already recovered, if she had ever really been on the backfoot. She gnced with mild disapproval towards the overly eager angel, then more neutrally gave the demonette a second inspection. The two of them stood at about equal height, but the sheer difference in curves between them was incredibly evident.

  For a split second, Miyo’s eyes lingered on Hey’s lower abdomen, and the evident gap in her marks above her womb. Then, she focused on the newcomer’s face. “I knew Rykard pnned to find himself a shortstack. Could you expin your presence to me?”

  “The Mother of Lust sent me as a counterpart to the angel. That he found me was… a lucky circumstance, I suppose.” Hey released Helenn at that moment, to flick her hair back in a cascading wave of red and crimson. “The little toy surrendered utterly because of her goddess’ will. For the time being, I have decided to entertain Rykard’s idea of becoming a haremette. I’m here on a provisional basis.”

  “Pro… provision…?” Miyo said slowly. “Rykard, expin this to me. Because I think I just misheard.”

  Rykard snapped his fingers, weaving a wave into the sound that kept his words from reaching Hey’s ears. “She’s one of the types that enjoys having the lead taken from her. I decided it would be entertaining to let her pretend she has control. She caught on, but still pys the game.” Rykard rubbed his chin. “If you want to, you can push her along.”

  A tiny little smile pyed around Miyo’s lips, once she had heard that. Immediately, it dropped in favour of a stern expression. “You think I will entertain such a farce?”

  Hey tilted her head, “Pardon?”

  “‘Provisional’ haremette’, as if there were such a thing,” Miyo voiced her genuine disdain for the concept in a tone as calm and collected as if she was expining to a criminal what ws they had broken. “If you wish to live in this house and collect the attention and seed of our Master, you will have to submit properly.” Hey was stunned by the sudden confrontation. She tensed up a bit, when the redhead put two fingers below her navel and let them glide down to where her body marks left an open window. “If you want my Rykard to fill this up for you, you’ll have to surrender.”

  “And what if I don’t?” Hey shot back, ever the contrarian.

  She was so focused on Miyo, the succubus did not realize that Rykard was right next to her until he bundled up her mane with one hand and pulled her head back. “Then I guess I’ll just have to force you to be honest,” he growled in her ear.

  Miyo leaned in further, pcing a few kisses on the demon’s exposed throat. Each time, Hey shuddered a little bit. “You seem like you have the potential to be a very good girl.”

  “She does,” Rykard agreed. “If only she admitted that, what she wants most of all, is for me to pick her up…” He now stood behind her, sandwiching her between his broad chest and Miyo’s teasing hands. “...carry her to my bedroom…” He paused for a moment, to nibble on her earlobe. “...and fuck her until she’s senseless.”

  “Ooooh,” Miyo cooed, “and you do that so effortlessly, Master. It’s just so easy to stop being a stuck-up dy around you and become a good girl that thinks only about how ecstatic it is to be with you.”

  “A good little girl that just lets go.” Rykard continued whispering in Hey’s ear. The succubus was practically melting between the two of them. One moment she had confidently been shutting down Helenn’s overenthusiastic dispy, the next she was getting worked at by him and his harem queen. “Too bad that you’d have to be my property to get into my house. I guess you can sleep in the guest wing.”

  “All alone.” Miyo kissed her away down to the erect crowns of Hey’s nipples. “Pathetically touching herself. While we scream and get filled with Master’s virile seed.”

  “And all that because she just was too proud to admit she wants to be a true haremette.” Rykard’s hand ventured down between her legs. He had not touched her petals yet - no man had. Moaning loudly, too pliable to hold herself back, she spasmed against his fingers. Her cunt was dripping wet. “Just a few words of surrender, Hey.” Rykard’s tone shifted into the demanding, while he leaned in. Her upper lips had been just as untouched as her lower ones, even for the past couple of days. All the sexual contact had come in the form of tit and blowjobs. Now, he stopped just short of a kiss. He stared deeply into her read eyes. “Say - them.”

  The walls she had put up colpsed so swiftly that everyone knew they had been there for show. “Yours, Master!” she gasped. “All yours - forever. I’m your haremette. I’m sorry for pretending otherwise. Just please, please, make me yours. Deliver me from all the pathetic men out there, mark me forever as your property!”

  “Good girl,” Rykard whispered approvingly, then cimed her lips.

  They did taste every bit as much like cherry as he had hoped. The ripest, sweetest cherries he had ever had, beating even the produce of the crownnds back in the Troyk Empire. Her saliva was thicker than that of other women, existing more to lubricate her comfort hole than anything else.

  Sensitive as her mouth was, it was no surprise that Hey soon began shaking with infrequent spasms. Her whirling tongue became his to py with entirely, while she struggled to stand on her own. Aggressively, her tail wrapped several times around his leg, taking as much possession of him as he did of her. Just as it should be, between a dom and his submissives.

  “Ah!” Hey moaned, as if she had just gulped down a gss of life-saving water. The aftermath of the weak kiss and submission fuelled orgasms were still trembling through her. “So this is what it feels like to lose all control,” she swooned, while Rykard picked her up. He could practically hear the love growing in her voice. Doubtlessly, come morning, she would re-form some of the delightfully breakable barriers. For now, she was all his. “What next, Master?”

  “A very good question,” he hummed.