There was only one proper answer to it. With a nod of his head, he made everyone understand to follow along. Helenn darted over to Vyra, talking to her for a little bit, before the door closed behind them. It was like the clicking of the lock put a spell over the gathered group and they all were focused solely on following him.

  They reached the bedroom after a walk that was simply too long. Everything was taking too long.

  “Strip, then join us on the bed,” Rykard ordered, without looking back. His cock was already straining his pants. A flick of his wrist and he made his clothes peel themselves off him. Hey did something simir, dismissing her mixture of corset and lingerie back to whatever infernal wardrobe dimension she had.

  Then he threw her onto the bed.

  The succubus bounced on the cushy mattress, her tits jiggling long after she had come to rest. Rykard was right on top of her, cupping the two enormous mounds with his hands. He sucked on the hard nipples, making the submissive succubus swoon. Squishing the gigantic breasts together, he could catch both crowns in his mouth simultaneously.

  Such little delights, Rykard had little patience for. Just a few days of travel with this demonette had whet his appetite to the point of immediate need. Hey far from minded his direct approach, curving her hips off the made bed to rub her ruby red petals against his throbbing erection.

  Rykard grabbed her under the knees and pulled her into his favourite position. It was fairly simir to missionary, with the important difference that he was looming over her and her fat ass was raised for him to sink into her as deep as he could. He gave her one st second to protest, one st moment to reconsider putting her entire life on the path of being his woman.

  Her tail wrapped around the base of his cock aiming the tip at her folds.

  “Yours, Master,” she pledged. “Breed me.”

  He was just about to plunge into her, when arms wrapped around him from behind. “I want to watch you turn her face into a mess,” Miyo whispered, chin on his shoulder.

  “Master, may I have a kiss?” Vyra requested, her desire flowing into her voice, as she nuzzled up to his right. He turned his head enough to oblige the vampire. Just his mouth on her bck lips made her shudder. “I keehp remehmbering you, mah Mashtahr,” she slurred between kisses. “I sherve the harem queeeh as a fellow, but you’re myyy only loooooord.”

  “Everything, this is literally, figuratively, metaphorically and actually everything I ever wanted,” Helenn swooned, nuzzling up to his other side.

  Three pairs of breasts, the smallest of which was still above average, squished against him from all sides. Down below, Hey was kneading her own tits, her monstrously long tongue extended to tease her nipples. Her red eyes stared at the spot where Rykard’s cock touched the intense heat of her drenched bia.

  Rykard broke away from Vyra’s lips. All eyes were directed to Hey’s abdomen.

  His hips descended. Pure heat greeted him, a hellfire within the demon that would have incinerated lesser men. Their souls would have joined the pyre of her existence, fuelling the succubus with their life force.

  Not so the sovereign. Rykard let her feast only on as much as he was willing to give. That was enough for Hey to moan, as he sank deeper and deeper inside. Her chastity was easily broken. The moment the succubus attained the impurity so baseline for her kind she threw her head back. “YES! YOU, RYKARD! ONLY YOU DESERVE THIS!”

  Her Master grinned, pushing in deeper. Her virgin folds were cmping down on his cock. Sinful pulses around him dragged him in deeper, every st fibre of the lust demon designed to entice, ensnare, and empty those they cared to take. She would never do any of these things. She was going to be a kept succubus and he would engrave the joy of that deep into her.

  The empty frame on her lower abdomen glowed an infernal red, new lines beginning to form, but failing to take hold yet. Rykard finally was fully inside her. His girth made her ft stomach softly bulge.

  Without hesitation or impressive technique, Rykard began to fuck her. As much as he could resist her magical Charm, he could not cim immunity to her baseline attractiveness. He needed to fuck her, needed to cum inside her, needed to hear her cry.

  Hey wound underneath him. Subtle movement, not the tossing and turning he would have loved to see. The sheer need for release made his motions dull and uncreative.

  The methodical in and out was enough to make her cries grow sharper and louder. The other three haremettes swooned and pyed with each other. Breasts were squeezed and pussies fingered, all while they continued to grind against him. Miyo and Vyra were so starved for his touch, they took everything they could, kissing his shoulders and naked back, all the while using Helenn as they pleased.

  Rykard felt his orgasm approach swiftly. Almost desperately, he was pounding Hey now. The succubus was at the edge of something intense. It was clear in the need in her voice. Every groan was abound with the need to climax. Her orgasm was missing something and they both knew what that something was.

  Harder, faster, until his hips were a blur, Rykard accelerated. Miyo, Helenn and Vyra detached themselves, not wanting to get in the way of his primal lovemaking. The three haremettes surrounded Hey, squishing quaking breasts and exchanging sloppy kisses with the newcomer.

  Then something inside Rykard gave.

  He plunged into Hey one st time. The instant his balls tightened was the instant her eyes went wide. The succubus broke her current kiss with Miyo, and just stared at her lower body. Inhumanely massaging folds cmped down on Rykard, then his seed pumped into her. “Yes…” Hey whispered at first, the true expanse of her ecstasy not yet registering with her conscious mind. “Yeeeeeeeesh!” she screamed a moment ter.

  The tight folds went into a rhythmic pulse. Each rubbed like a tightly gripping hand up his shaft, giving each spurt of cum additional force and continuing to milk him when the tensing of his shaft began to diminish. The burning lines of her abdomen finally took a definitive shape. A heart right above her womb manifested first, then additional lines to surround it. The same mark all succubi gained, when they tasted semen with their womb for the first time. In most succubi, it was the beginning of predation. For her, it was a mark of submission.

  “Are you breeding me? Are you?” Hey’s words nearly tumbled over one another, the rush of completion and surrender mixing with the ecstasy of her orgasm.

  Rykard grabbed her by a horn and forced her to meet him halfway for another kiss. Her infernally hot folds continued to pulse, although that too gradually grew weaker, massaging every st drop out of him. “I’ll always try to knock you up, sex sve,” he told her. The first use of the title made Hey moan. “From now on, until I decide otherwise, I will always try to knock you up.” He raised his head. “All of you.”

  Miyo, Vyra, and Helenn all gasped in excitement. That the redhead was already pregnant did not matter whatsoever to her. She was his perfect submissive and if she could not get excited about getting bred today, well, then she would just continue to train herself to be even more ecstatic about her next opportunity.

  Rykard pulled out of the succubus, who let out a simultaneously disappointed and anticipating moan. He wanted to show her more on the depths of ecstasy, but he had more to satisfy.

  Vyra found herself the closest. “Should I truly be second?” she asked, her tone betraying that she definitely wanted to be second. Before she could try to convince him that, no matter her personal feelings, it was prudent to give attention to the harem queen or the newcomer first, the king had already aligned himself with her.

  It only took the head of his cock penetrating her folds for her to scream instead of forming anymore questions. The first thrust was as tight as always. The vampire screamed out. “The memory… the memory can never compare!” she delighted and wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Merciless from the second her folds were stretched out enough, he plunged into her. His brain was running on fumes. For as much as he may have had another cunt to satisfy himself with on his journey, there was no repcing any individual members of his harem. Any creative energy, any patience, and all of his endurance pyed second fiddle to his raw, primal need to pound his cim to her body back into her. Especially after the pledge he had just made.

  Vyra let out a series of sentences, some of them coherent, many of them not. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!” “Proper hole, breeding hole!” “Master, I’m your sex sve, breeding sve!” “Ohhh, yesssss!” “I kept thinking about it. Thinking as you ordered. I loved it!” “Miyo kept teaching me. I’ll be your proper submissive.”

  All the while, the vampiric set of holes was rocked back and forth underneath him. Gargantuan tits swayed back and forth, rising and falling with trembling breaths. Her red eyes glowed with fulfilled desire. He gripped her head with both hands, then savagely kissed her. His rapid thrusts continued all the while.

  Even if he wanted to pull out, the legs crossed behind him would not let him. She was weaker than him, smaller than him, and in every sense of the word underneath, but Rykard was certain that she would hold onto that grip until her very st moment unless he gave her what she desperately needed.

  It was all too wonderful that he wished to give her the exact same thing.

  Accelerating for a final spurt, Rykard felt her pussy cmp in climax around his manhood. It forced him to come to a sudden stop. Barely, he could push all the way back inside her, before the gritting of his teeth proved insufficient.

  Vyra’s orgasm surged to a second point, when she felt hot seed pump into her. Pressed against her shapely ass, his cock tensed again and again. Although no demonic pulses wringed him dry, the regur tensing and releasing of spasming folds was plenty to coax from him every drop that mattered. The lock of her legs loosened.

  Immediately, Rykard turned his gaze to Miyo and Helenn. The two had become a unit, of sorts. Holding her by the ankles, the kitsune had bent the shortstack into a presenting pose, wet pussy raised, knees next to her head, huge tits squished between plump thighs. Drooling, the blonde sex toy followed him with depraved, flustered eyes, as he approached.

  He did not even waste a moment on anything else, just plunged right into the presented shortstack. That Rykard was a superhuman even in sexual matters was evident in his cock’s sting hardness. Two orgasms in and he was still perfectly capable of stretching the dense folds around his manhood.

  Miyo watched him plunge in and out of the tiny cunt with great delight. Her usual calm was compromised, repced by an eager biting of her lower lips. “Agreeing to be first of your harem was either my best or second best decision ever, it only competes with turning into your submissive for the first spot,” she said.

  “It’s one and the same decision,” Rykard told her. “The moment you became my submissive, how could I have resisted the opportunity to surround you with women as perfect as you?”

  “Hm, charmer,” Miyo purred and pulled Helenn’s legs back a little further.

  The cocksleeve just moaned, as was all she was allowed to do, while bubble butt and thick thighs took every st impact on her tiny frame. All jiggle and tight hole, Helenn id on her back, gradually getting her silhouette pounded into the mattress. He put every bit of frustration he had for her resisting womb in his thrusts. If she had been given the permission to, she would have begged for his seed to take. Rykard was absolutely certain of that.

  The third load did not need long to arrive. The tightness of the shortstack’s cunt, even after days of repeated usage, remained absolutely overwhelming. Like all species of that bodytype, cherubs were just made to be pinned down and bred.

  Tensing, Rykard plunged into her and came straight into her womb. Shortstack biology was fantastic that way. All it took was for her to climax while he filled her up. Her cervix opened up a little gap that let spurt after spurt of semen right into her babymaker.

  A more fecund species, like a goblin, would have been pregnant three times over. The cherub would have prayed, but her mind was off to cloud nine. Even Rykard pulling out made her shiver from the aftershock.

  Without a pause he attacked his first haremette.

  Miyo let out a single, wonderful ugh at his expected aggression. Pinning her down by the shoulders, he hung heavily breathing over her. Arms wrapped around his neck once again, legs locked behind his waist, just as their eyes locked with one another. They had no need to look down, were as familiar with this position as they were with each other’s bodies. This was his favourite after all.

  He plunged right into his bred vixen. She screamed, the reality of his cock inside her setting off over a week of second-rate fantasies. How he wanted to toy with her, make her wind and orgasm over and over again. Still, he cked the will today to hold his body back from just fucking her.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  The loud sounds of his groin smacking against her echoed in the luxurious bedroom. Exhausted and excited haremettes watched from the side, while the first of them had her pussy stretched agape by his hammering cock. Arms and legs clung onto Rykard. Whenever he drew back his hips, he only got halfway out before he lifted up her bubble butt with him. Then he drove into her hard and fast, making the redhead bounce.

  Any parts of her that could still surrender did so instantly. Tongue lolling out, eyes barely fixated, she y under him as a receptacle for his every move. Breasts swayed. Hair tossed. Miyo had never been more gorgeous, surrounded by other haremettes, pregnant, and screaming her favourite word for him in the slurred tone of passion. “MASHTAAHR!”

  The pace. Her smell of apples and citrus. The thick eroticism in the air. Her screams. Her kisses. When her pink lips found his mouth, or he found her, he was not certain, that was too much. Rykard stopped deep inside her and became rigid.

  The fourth time was no less intense than the three before. Everything went white for a split second, then he simply felt satisfied for several more. The entire world was right, nothing was out of pce, while his cock tensed and kept painting her insides white. Miyo’s muffled, orgasmic scream reverberated in his mouth. They held each other close. His pleasure ebbed away. She kept clinging. Then, she too, rexed.

  Rykard retreated, took a moment to let his lungs fill and empty, and his muscles to get used to not being taxed by constant movement. Hey and Vyra had rgely recovered already, but remained obediently where he had left them, pussies twitching. A little bit of cum trickled out of them. Same was true for Helenn, although the shortstack was much deeper in her post-orgasmic bliss still. Miyo was breathing hard and fast, but retook control over herself quickly.

  All of them, succubus, vampire, cherub, and kitsune, were absolutely gorgeous, nubile things, flushed from what he had done to them and excited for more.

  Rykard was all too willing to deliver - after a bath.