The hardest decisions required the strongest of wills.

  Rykard stood at the edge of his bathtub, gncing between the two women who so delectably had positioned themselves next to each other. There was an air of mirth about them, their smiles far away from the svish disposition he demanded when it came to serious bedroom engagements. For all the control he liked to be given, it just wasn’t quite the same if there was no time for levity.

  Still, the decision was difficult.

  Which of the two would clean his upper body?

  ‘It does not matter?’ fools would answer, puzzled. They did not understand what was at stake here. Should he enjoy the wonderful pleasure of Vyra’s tits wrapped around his shaft, or the proven healing powers of such a rack gliding up and down his back, sthering him in soap? Miyo’s breasts were of sufficiently rge size for such a treatment as well, and he did ever enjoy her blowjobs.

  “Vyra bottom, Miyo top,” Rykard finally decided and entered the shallow water. “Try to get it a bit deeper.”

  “As you wish,” the vampire dy responded casually, the two gorgeous women strutting up behind him.

  Rykard let out a deeply satisfied sigh, getting massaged by a kitsune, while the white head of a vampire bobbed in his p, chasing greater tolerance and knowledge. Water whispered, both from the soft disturbance of Vyra’s curves and from Miyo spshing his chest. While breasts glided up and down his back, hands traced the visible lines of his chest. Under the surface, Vyra was simirly rubbing his legs, albeit her motions were much less focused.

  Subject to this delightful treatment, Rykard finally inspected his current situation. First was the updated map. By now it was two days outdated, as it would have found its actualization when he had conquered Moydra, and only was visible now that he returned to his Competitor’s Hexagon. The desynchronization of avaible intel was a bother, but the gods did it for a reason. They always chased things to have more drama and a fog of war helped with that. Rykard could understand and he would overcome it anyhow.

  Rykard ughed out loud, causing both of his women to halt shortly in their duties. “No one else made any progress,” he informed them about the cause of his amusement. “No border expansion, no additional tiles, nothing. They’re all stuck as they were before I left to conjure Moydra.”

  “Fortunate,” Miyo hummed and studied the map a little. “This means our realm is the rgest at this time.”

  “And, if I may,” Vyra weighed in, between loving ps of his cock, “likely the strongest. Between the minerals of Aulone and the food of Moydra, the only fundamental resource you ck is people.”

  “A vital resource,” the redhead cautioned. “Albeit not as vital as our king himself,” she said that pinly, stating a simple fact of analysis. The way she scratched the back of his head did convey all the appreciation she had beyond Rykard’s status as a living, breathing superweapon. One that was only expanding its capacities further. “How are your improvements, Rykard?”

  “A splendid question,” the king responded, first checking the Hexagons reted to his realm.

  To say that his nation had a focus would have been an understatement. He had nothing going in terms of Technology or Divine Favour, cking both research facilities or pces of worship.

  In terms of Stability, Splendour, and Military, he had very little to offer either. There were few people, so his realm offering no real ws or institutions was not a problem yet. While Moydra and Aulone were impressive ndscapes, they were just that: ndscapes. Difficult to call a nation splendid when it just looked nice by what it found. The Military may have been able to procure equipment from the mines - but first it needed to actually exist.

  But New Eden was rich. Between the current two Hexagons, it would take a man about two weeks to make themselves a farm that could feed a family of ten and another two to mine all the metal they needed to forge the tools to run it. They had a ludicrous amount of raw resources at this time.

  Perhaps it would be wise to double down on Prosperity, to make sure the ideal citizen of his harem society could live on rge homesteads with their loves. ‘A little estate for every harem’ certainly was a nice tag line for a nation. On the other hand, how could a truly worthy man be shaped without challenge? It couldn’t be too much of a paradise, or he would create a world where women like Vyra were surrounded by the products of times too good.

  Rykard had much time and space to shape his domain how he wanted.

  The Estate developed more slowly by comparison. Individuals rarely were manifold in their talents, so this was unsurprising. Three avenues led to the Estate growing in strength: recruitment, aid, and time. Expanding the harem obviously meant more hands to help run things. Help given by him would help his women manifest their true talents. Lastly, the way they would keep themselves busy in his absence would likely lead to the occasional development as well. That was, provided he provided the necessary institutions for them to further their education - or for them to have fellow haremettes to bounce off each other.

  “Rykard…?” Miyo asked, between chiding and seductive purr, to find out what improvements her Master had made to himself. Instead, she found the windows he used to manifest information on these aspects outside himself. “I asked about you,” she pointed out dryly.

  “And I decided you were more interesting,” Rykard responded freely and beckoned her into a kiss. Despite her rolling eyes, she obliged swiftly, even moaning a bit when his tongue pried open her pink lips. Down below, Vyra redoubled her efforts to take him inside. She almost made it past the three-quarters point.

  The wet noises of engagements above and below filled the chamber for a little while. Rykard’s hand brushed up the smooth thigh of the curvy woman beside him, simultaneously combing through the white strands of the vampire below. When he shifted the attention to that eagerly serving sex sve, his gaze got stuck on the way her soaked hair clung to the outline of her overabundant breasts.

  “Vyra,” Rykard finally raised his voice again. A little acknowledging hum around his manhood let him know he had the vampire’s utmost attention. “You fashion yourself Miyo’s handmaiden and that’s well and good, but you need a little more to do, especially while this estate is so empty. In my absence, I want you to concentrate on educating yourself on the matter of the erotic. I want you to make up for your ck of experience.” He forced her the rest of the way down his cock. Pointy ears perked up, her eyelids fluttered, but the slit pupils remained focused through the haze. “There’ll be others like you, other inexperienced ones, and I want you to become the best guide you can be for their development. Miyo here will be a splendid teacher in matters social and sexual - you want to be her help in social manners, help her in the sexual education of your fellow submissives as well.”

  The order completed, he let go of Vyra’s head. Slowly, forcing herself to keep him inside for as long as possible, she glided upwards, until the engorged head popped free. “Yes, Master,” she then swooned.

  Rykard spread his arms out over the backrest of the rge tub, just enjoying life for a moment, before doing as Miyo had requested and scanning through his own improvements.

  His instinctive knowledge of Etiquette and Deception had increased. Rykard found that mildly amusing. Etiquette he understood, he had seen right through Vyra's veneer of proper behaviour, just like he had swiftly understood that the backing of a VanRaab made practically anything passable to the people of Moydra. Deception, however, was a mystery. He could scarcely understand what his subconscious had put together regarding lies, when he hadn’t done a single dishonest thing on Moydra.

  It just showed that, much like his ck of limits, the direction of his growth was under no obligation to make sense from simple analysis. Rykard was powerful. That was all there was to it.

  Increases in the realms of Perception and Memory here. “You will need your eyes open ahead and into the past, if you are to keep bringing us successes,” Miyo commented pinly.

  “What a poetic way to put it,” Rykard hummed in agreement.

  Strength and Agility had grown. “The boons of walking and rowing a lot,” he decred.

  “Not to mention your manhandling,” Miyo added, drily, to the mild amusement of the vampire deepthroating him. She managed to do it consistently now, even if she did still struggle to stay down for an extended time.

  Restoration and Destruction had seen their potency increase here. “One has to wonder how far your magical capacity can grow,” Miyo’s spoken thoughts were tinged with excitement. “Your will bends reality, Rykard. It continues to astound.”

  “Only time will tell,” he responded.

  Architecture and Artifice were increased here.

  “I suppose I have been thinking a lot about expanding this pce.”

  “Already?” Miyo asked, an eyebrow raised.

  Vyra let his cock pop free, swiftly repcing lips with bountiful breasts, to keep pleasing him as she spoke. “This pce cks many facilities, if I may say so. Dwelling is accounted for, but for a seat of power, true power, it is rather ckluster.”

  “Exactly,” Rykard responded. “We’ll have to develop this pce. You will need pces that challenge what you are currently capable of - plus our children will need pces to be educated.”

  Miyo hummed in agreement. “We will require builders for that. An exemption to your rule of allowing people outside your harem here?”

  “...Maybe. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” the king decided and looked at the st, often most entertaining Hexagon.

  His Vigour and Capacity had increased. Those two made perfect sense without question. His wish to breed had been quite prominent recently, likely a manifestation of the freedom granted to him by his new life. Simirly, now that his harem had begun in earnest, of course his Capacity would grow to accommodate their social needs.

  He dismissed the windows and pulled up those regarding the expansion of his realm again. “I trust the two of you will handle taxation in my absence?” he asked.

  They both nodded. Although there was no money yet, there were goods that Rykard wanted his share of. Mostly the livestock of Moydra. If he ate more preserved food, he would get sick of it soon enough. He was bound to it on the road already, he did not want to be stuck with it even when he got home. Wine and meat, Moydra had both to spare. The only problem was arranging supply lines.

  “I caution that the flora of this Hexagon will not be capable of feeding the livestock of my people,” Vyra said. “Nor would you be capable of devouring them in time if you sughtered them.”

  “Quite the predicament…,” Rykard agreed with a hum. His realm still needed so many things.

  “You are heading out again immediately?” Miyo asked, just to be certain.

  “Indeed,” Rykard answered. “The day is still young. I should be able to make it to the border before nightfall, maybe even to the position I choose before I rest for the night. A lead is best maintained.”

  Again, they both nodded. “Before you make that choice, Master,” Miyo purred and closed her arms around his neck in a loose hug. “What are your orders in your absence? Do you wish for us to py with each other? To drive each other mad with desire or to find satisfaction using one another’s fingers as we moan your name?”