The bath was everything Rykard had wished it would be and more. Hot water, tits, soap, tits, a backrest, tits, massaging hands, and tits. Huge, bouncing, wet tits that were gliding over his skin with every bit of softness heaven, hell, and everything in between had to offer.

  “This conquest took you a while, Rykard,” Miyo pointed out, rubbing his shoulders. “I almost got lonely.”

  “We’ve been apart for longer stretches before. You’ll survive,” Rykard told her ftly. In his absence, Miyo and Vyra apparently had put their heads together to get a special kind of bathtub commissioned. It was fairly shallow, the water barely made it to his chest while he y in it, but that allowed Vyra and Hey to glide up and down his chest, while Helenn provided him with a stimuting tit job. Miyo knelt on a hydrophobic pillow that did not even pretend to be there for whoever was ying in the middle of the tub. No, that pillow existed exclusively for the haremette that gave Rykard her p as his cushion.

  Miyo cupped some of the soapy water and spshed it on Rykard’s face. It was a petty little motion, one she immediately made up for by rubbing every st bit of dirt off his features. “Certainly, I will survive, but a woman is entitled to her longing. Have you checked yet how the others fared? How you have developed?”

  “I had something else to take care of first,” Rykard responded with a deep hum. “But now is a good time to see how much my power increased from this venture…”

  Rykard’s Intuition and Intimidation had advanced considerably. No wonder, in this case. Not only had he needed to make a lot of ‘in the moment’ decisions, but he had also bent the locals through showing his strength repeatedly.

  Logic and Perception had increased, the former drastically, the tter to a still significant degree. Rykard could feel the changes to his body and soul, a constant development of his mental faculties from the challenges he was facing.

  His body, of course, followed suit. The running, fighting and submissive-carrying did wonders for his already toned figure.

  Repeatedly resisting and undoing Hey’s Charms had let Rykard understand a little more about the nature of Manipution magic. Crossed with his magical genius ‘a little’ became ‘more advancement than most people made in years’. Conjuration also advanced, continuing to be the most reliable tool in Rykard’s toolbox.

  Walk and talk about Artifice with the new shortstack had simirly led to a series of little revetions. Beholding the shortstack and the succubus, especially the marks all over their bodies, had engaged Rykard’s artistic side, and he was considering how to create something half as beautiful as their curves.

  As his harem grew, so too had his abilities to satisfy. That was both in terms of raw sexual ability and in making his women work as a harmonious unit. He was under no illusion that, as he put more and more brilliant minds under the same roof, some of them would inevitably csh with each other. He would, however, do his utmost to prevent this.

  “Your growth continues to astound,” Miyo commented, after he had closed the st of the windows. “What about our nation?”

  “A tiny bit more prosperity, a little bit of military to defend it - once we have properly organized it,” Rykard reported. “I’ll leave that to you. I appointed a local lord, named Ivan. He’ll train them up properly.”

  “I will draw up the appropriate stratagems.” Miyo carefully washed behind his ear. Not a single centimeter of his skin would leave this tub uncleaned. “And our Estate?”

  “That depends on what I decide these two beauties should do,” Rykard hummed and looked at Hey and Helenn. Their individual specializations were narrow, but there was a choice to be made on what they truly should focus on. Both had an area of expertise, but they were also supremely sexual creatures, angel of a submission goddess and succubus respectively.

  Before Rykard could make a definitive statement, the Nation Overview in front of him flickered. Furrowing his eyebrows, he loosened his arm from the confinement of Vyra’s soapy breasts and gave the magical window a few smacks.

  “What are you doing?” Hey asked, head tilted.

  “Sometimes you just got to whack the magical particles into the proper position,” the king responded pinly.

  “That is… is that how magic works?” the succubus was more confused than before.

  “It is when your entire being is steeped in powerful mana,” Rykard responded. That he, a born human, told that to the literal daughter of a demon god filled him with another wave of smug satisfaction. Certainly said a lot about differing potentials.

  One more tap to the deceptively broad side of the magical matrix of the spell, and he managed to stabilize the dancing particles. His will asserted itself again over the illusory light particles and the connection they had to the leylines flowing through his realm. Suddenly, he looked at a considerably different Hexagon.

  Everything besides Prosperity had been upgraded, Military and Stability especially so, going up 2 steps where everything else had gone up by 1. “Hmmm…” Rykard only had to direct his gaze at Miyo to find out what the reason for this was. Her slight, knowing smile told a story. “Would you regale me with what you have accomplished in my absence?”

  “Nothing beats practical application, so I decided to draft early supply lines for potential military endeavors and put them to a preliminary test. A directed march of an early volunteer force. It doubled as a way to have the poputions of Moydra and Aulone exchange some knowledge on their local customs and technology,” Miyo expined, then gestured towards the vampire. “Vyra has been indispensable in this undertaking.”

  “I merely did as my dy wished,” Vyra downpyed her part in this with an equally soft smile. “It was an opportunity to test my skills as her messenger.”

  “Good girls,” Rykard hummed. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. His harem was more than a personal collection of sex objects, that would have made collecting them as dull as a rock collection. Pretty on a windowsill, but without greater purpose beyond that.

  He was sovereign. He was king. He was, in all due likelihood, the most powerful non-divine entity in this entire world. His harem could not just ‘be pretty’. That was for men too insecure in their own ego, threatened by female brilliance. No, he wanted all of them to be among the greatest in their fields, to be themselves living legends. Only because they themselves were diamonds were they targets of his attraction. Only because he himself was above living legend was he worthy of all of theirs.

  “Hey, I’d like for you to make good on your title as Daughter of Lust,” Rykard faced the succubus. “Concentrate on making this realm something that your kin would love to dwell in: full of men that aren’t prey but partners. My domain shall be a haven of all those that value eroticism properly.”

  “Daring that you tell me what to do.” Hey’s fingers walked up the path of his sternum, then jumped from his colrbones and tapped the tip of his nose. “This order, however, I will oblige. I did not think getting summoned into such a backwater would offer me a man worth keeping and a world to shape.”

  “A man worth being kept by,” Rykard corrected her.

  Hey gave him the kind of haughty gaze that erotically sang the words: ‘Prove it!’

  Rykard had not yet recovered enough for another attempt at putting a baby inside her. If that was even necessary. It would be a couple more hours until the appropriate spell could be used to confirm or deny if his seed had taken in Vyra, Hey or Helenn.

  In any case, he let her get away with it for now. The corrections weren’t as fun if there was nothing to correct. They both understood that. Instead, he directed his gaze to Helenn. The shortstack kept rubbing his half mast, making sure, with tits and hands, that his manhood was as squeaky clean as it could be.

  “You are every bit as useful as an erotic ambassador as Hey,” Rykard stated, “but I looked for an artificer and as an artificer you’ll serve New Eden. You’ll be tasked with developing things that help the popution.”

  “Will do! Wanted to do! Still want to do!” Helenn decred enthusiastically, between bounces of her big boobs.

  Jobs assigned, Rykard pulled up his Estate Hexagon, to see the numerical approximation of these developments.

  Hey and Helenn added 1 to the expected aspects of his nation. The breakthroughs Miyo and Vyra had made had evidently been of such profound success that it left them with the experience to permanently perform better at their tasks of Leadership and Governance, respectively.

  All of that was wonderful to see.

  With these internal matters analyzed, it was time to finally see how his rivals were doing. Since he had returned to his base of operations with a new Hexagon inside his nation, he was now eligible for an update on the map

  Most of his rivals had scked tremendously, still working on getting their second expansion in. Two, however, to the south, had been accelerating. The one directly to the south was now number one, a conjured but not conquered Hexagon ahead of Rykard and the party to the southwest.

  Rykard hummed when he looked at the map. “They keep turning their Hexagons into deserts,” he remarked. “Last update the tile they added was green… I wonder what is happening down there.”

  Traveling to find out was an option, but not one he wanted to take. They were so far away, it would take him several weeks just to get there. It was not worth the dey.

  What could be potentially worth the dey though was spending one or a few days here, in his Estate, to spend more time with his harem. Just the rest of today would hardly suffice to bask in all the glories having all four of them around could provide. He was behind one rival and tied with another, on pure Hexagon count, but the rest of them were woefully behind. He could rex for a moment without fearing for his position too much.

  Rykard elected to take the next day off. It had been a long time on the road and what was the purpose of it all if he did not enjoy some alone time with his harem? He deserved to take some time to put his feet up - especially after he was delivered the good news.

  Both Vyra and Hey confirmed that they were pregnant. The good news was delivered shortly before dinner and Rykard spent much of his time eating and cuddling up to the two extremely busty mothers-to-be. Both were pregnant with girls it appeared, which amused Rykard considerably. That put his current track record at three daughters. It appeared he was doing his part to make sure future generations would benefit from the skewed gender ratio necessary for reliable harem accessibility.

  Of course no one unworthy would touch his daughters.

  While the pureblood was ecstatic about the news, contempting how to properly awaken her dhampir child to her heritage once born, and the succubus rubbed her stomach with a sense of superiority at the fact that her womb had proven so fertile that she had lost her virginity and gained a daughter in the same engagement, the third haremette pouted.

  “Seriously, is my womb cursed? What is this?” she compined, pinching what tiny bits of fat yered between her taut skin and her abs. It looked like she was trying to give her babymaker a chiding tweeze.

  Rykard gave her a warning whistle. “Don’t damage my property,” he told her. The angel immediately stopped pinching herself and looked up with big, golden eyes. “I’ll keep using you until you fulfill your purpose, breeding sleeve. That’s a promise.”

  “Yes!” Helenn excimed.

  With that, they concentrated on the happy dinner. A supply ne had been established between Moydra and the estate, ensuring a steady delivery of fresh meat and vegetables. The only way to make their meal even fresher would have been to keep some of the game and pnts on property. For that, the ecosystem of the hilly pin cked the necessary function.

  Still, it was delicious. They had cooked the meal together. It wasn’t as good as Rykard was used to, something that made all of them treat servant work with renewed appreciation. At least the pots and pans could be cleaned with a few sparks of magic.

  They enjoyed the rest of the evening with a gss of wine and four gsses of water. Since they were all either pregnant or aiming to be pregnant very soon, the haremettes stayed away from spirits. Little touches and services delivered were abundant. Rykard masturbated Vyra with one hand while kissing the mouth-sensitive succubus next to him to orgasm at one point. At another, his cock was squished between the rge mounds of his first haremette. Even if Miyo could not hope to compete with the oceans of flesh that the blood and cum suckers came with, her chest was easily rge enough for that kind of service. At yet other times, he was using Helenn’s throat as a heavy duty cocksleeve.

  And they talked. About their past, about their future, about their favourite kind of pnt, and so many other things, until they took a second bath and retreated to their bed for the night. Large and soft, the mattress greeted them, five people sprawled out over cotton sheets. They cuddled up to one another, as tightly as they could while remaining comfortable.

  Then they drifted off to sleep.