Rykard was eager to awaken the next day and taste more of the fruits of his bour. Arguably, said fruits were even more eager than him.

  The first sensation he felt in the morning was the pping of three tongues. Two were long and oddly smooth, gliding up his manhood from the left and right. The third was human, taking the most important spot of the underside. Three pairs of lips pushed in all their softness against them. The engorged head of his morning wood was pushed from one mouth to another, none ever doing more than taking the first couple of centimetres inside.

  As gratifying as this service was, it cked the depth to properly satisfy. Opening his eyes, Rykard looked to the trio of tall women that worshipped his cock with endless fervour. Vyra and Hey followed the lead of the much more experienced Miyo at the centre. Bck and white hair framed Miyo’s outstanding red. Skin as white as paper and as crimson as the fires of hell bordered the vixen’s pinkish paleness. Round butts and tails wiggled, breasts dangled and brushed against his legs.

  Miyo noted his wakefulness and rose from her work with a long lick. “Good morning, Master,” she purred. “We wished to honour your manhood properly, but decided to not selfishly extract your seed when we were already blessed with your progeny.”

  Rykard’s cock throbbed at the reminder. If it could have gotten any harder it would have, stuck between the moaning lips of a pureblooded vampire and a succubus of demonically divine descent. Miyo herself gave the origin of his seed a sucking kiss, popping one of his balls into her mouth and gently massaging it with her tongue.

  “However…?” Rykard urged her to continue this little spiel.

  Miyo rose up again, her calm compromised by heavy breaths. “However, we wouldn’t want to take your most virile load for ourselves, when you pledged yourself to the breeding of your toy, Master,” she finished up and looked to Helenn.

  As per usual the shortstack was still fast asleep, her tits serving as Rykard’s pillow. Mumbling something submissive in her sleep, the living sex toy stirred softly, a hand brushing over her wet sex. Even if her eyes were still closed, her ears registered the erotic ongoings and reacted to them.

  “Good girls,” Rykard told the trio. The two words made them coo in unison. That, alone, was almost as good a reward as tasting his cum. Having already made his pns for what to do with Helenn today, he gave a simple order. “Miyo, bring me some rope.”

  “Already prepared, Master,” the kitsune answered in a pleased melody, revealing a long cord that she had hidden at the feet of the bed.

  If her lips hadn’t been covered in precum, he would have kissed the redhead. Instead, when he sat up, he scratched her behind the ears. Purring deeply, his first haremette leaned into the touch, smiling broadly as she seldomly did, until he pulled away. “You’re allowed to masturbate as you watch - or to py with each other.”

  “”Thank you, Master,”” the trio responded in obedient unison.

  Taking the rope, Rykard moved to the head of the bed, where his angelic pillow began to show the first signs of rousing from her slumber. When he bent her legs upwards, her eyes opened just a crack. “Ma-aaaaah-ster?” she yawned, blinking herself awake.

  “Quiet, toy,” Rykard chided her and she immediately snapped into her role.

  Wide awake, she moaned, making no sound that a cocksleeve should not have been making. Her eyes snapped to the erect cock hovering above her crotch. Already wet, she grew positively dripping, while he skillfully tied her ankles together above her head and her wrists below her ass. The result was one tight package of snow white skin and golden marks, of pink, erect nipples and a swollen cunt, jiggling like pudding when he pyfully tapped it.

  There still was rope remaining, a lot of it in fact, enough to pull Helenn out of bed by it. Her hovering form was tugged along like a fuckable balloon. An amusing picture that made Rykard chuckle to himself, as he moved towards one of the luxurious chairs within his apartment.

  Without thinking much about it, he snapped it apart. Grabbing the dislocated backrest, he filed down the splintered ends with magic and then held a cushioned ptform that was about the right size for the shortstack. Decorative holes carved into the wooden frame were repurposed, used to fasten the rope to, until the hovering shortstack was a snack presented on a cushioned ptter. Her magic was strong enough to keep her airborne, although the added weight did manifest in additional resistance and drag.

  All of that was exactly as Rykard wanted it. Happy, he grabbed the edges of the wooden tray his portable cocksleeve id on and lowered her to the perfect height for penetration. “You’ll spend your day like this,” he told Helenn, pressing his cock against her cunt. Mostly by design, he slipped off her tight entrance. He aligned himself again, exerting soft but steady pressure on her glistening sex. “Tied down, getting moved along as I go about my business. Whenever I fancy, you’ll be right there, for me to pump a load into. Again and again, this entire day. I’ll make that stubborn womb of yours surrender.”

  Helenn hummed something agreeing, eagerly nodding at the same time. That was a slight breach of protocol, but Rykard let her get away with it. Grabbing his cock, he lent the advancing hardness the necessary stability to overcome the clenching tightness of her entrance. The engorged head spread open her pretty pink petals, then the folds deeper inside. The tiny woman’s cunt stretched around his girthy cock.

  Screaming, Helenn tensed against her bindings. Animalistic sounds of raw bliss were underlined by the sapphic moans of the three submissives still in the bed, rubbing, licking, and kissing one another, while their eyes followed the attempted breeding of their fourth with rapt attention.

  Rykard soon met the entrance of her womb. Her cervix offered mild resistance, then yielded to his manhood, allowing her insides to stretch and bend, doing all they needed to do to accommodate his advancing size. His fingers clutched the board ever harder, the clenching tightness of her cunt rubbing up against his sensitive morning wood.

  His first climax, he realized, would approach swiftly. A fact that only spurred him on to ram the remainder of his length into the masochistic cumdump in one swift motion. Tits bounced, as he hit the plush cushion of her ass, extending from the hard bedding enough that he felt nothing of the edge.

  The additional weight made what followed all the more satisfying. It was not quite like she was actually tied to a stationary object, but it came close and it let Rykard plunge into her with immense roughness. Helenn screamed out on every impact. He could hear the swallowed pleas between her moans, the urges to go harder and faster, to sm his cock into her depths and to fill her up.

  Rykard went hard and fast from the start, his need to fulfil every unspoken request burning in his nervous system. Every successful impregnation only made him more eager to breed, it felt like.

  Despite feeling close to the edge from the very start, he held on for a time that surprised not only him, but the three haremettes in the bed. “Oh, Master just does not stop,” Vyra marvelled, between licks of Miyo’s nipples.

  “I suppose he is worthy of us,” Hey stated with moaning dismissiveness, her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt.

  “Be quiet, insolent one, Master is perfect,” Miyo chastised and beheld him, while cuddling the other two haremettes. “Ah, just watching him makes my own womb twitch…”

  To the venerating tones of his tightly knit harem, Rykard kept plunging in and out. Helenn already was a gushing mess, as needful as he was so early in the morning, and so much easier to pound into a multi-orgasmic, pliable cocksleeve. Heavy tits rose and fell with ecstatic, erratic breaths. Eyes rolled up, then fixed back on her cunt, as if she could not decide to give in totally to the bliss or try to witness the moment of her womb finally giving in.

  When he was pushed over the edge, it was the tter.

  Rykard smmed into her one more time. Balls tightened, his arms pulled her in as deep as physics allowed. The soft flesh of her ass was reshaped under the pressure. Helenn held her breath, then let out a prolonged moan when the first of his seed hit her womb. It was not as loud as previous screams, not as animalistic as the sighs and groans she had let out previously, yet its pitch and continuous up and down made it more erotic than either.

  Rykard’s shaft tensed inside the tight confines of her pussy again and again. Seed spurted into the very depths of her womanhood, painting it all white. Repeated spasms coaxed more of his cum from where it was made to where it ought to be. Helenn continued to writhe as much as her tied-up state allowed.

  For a few seconds, Rykard just remained as he was. Breathing in and out rhythmically, he forced himself to calm down quicker than his rapid heartbeat would usually allow. Then, he fastened his grip again and went right back to where he had left off.

  The three haremettes cooed in the background, their self-pleasuring accelerating. They attempted to match the tempo of Rykard’s renewed vigour. Naturally, they failed, but brought themselves to orgasm nonetheless.

  Helenn herself was brought from one climax to the next, seldomly more than a minute between them. Her Master only had one goal: to empty himself inside her until his cock went fccid. Afterwards, he would have his first meal of the day, allow himself to recover, only to do it all over again.

  “This will be all you do today, unless I allow you something else, toy,” Rykard growled in the aggressive tone of a dom ‘intimidating’ an eager submissive. It worked like a charm, causing Helenn to tilt her head back as far as her hovering rest allowed her to. Tits bouncing, thighs rippling, voice breaking from the surges of pleasure, she was all his to py with. “If it doesn’t work, hells, even if it does, I will just keep doing this whenever I fancy, until you’re nice and bloated from my child and I let you rest for as long as you must.”

  The decration turned her already tight cunt into a vice. That she was absurdly wet was all that let him keep moving. In and out, he glided, until his second orgasm approached. He had already made his point, had already delivered her to bliss, so there was no point in holding back.

  For the second time, he came all the way inside her. The size of his load in her tiny body caused her stomach to ever so slightly bulge, as her babymaker got filled to the brim.

  Rykard followed the development with deep satisfaction, his senses surrounded by the delight of conquest and the electric bliss of release. They ebbed away quickly, leaving him to catch his sense of bance and his breath.

  His cock’s hardness diminished. Clicking his tongue, a bit dissatisfied with himself, Rykard pulled out. Quickly, he conjured a basic seal that would cover her pussy in a way that did not harm her smooth skin. It would prevent his cum from leaving her between engagements.

  “Alright,” he rolled his shoulders and rexed. He could have kept fucking her with his cock three-quarters hard, but why would he do that when he had an entire day? “Let’s take our morning bath. I’m sure you’ll find ways to get me hard again.”

  “”Of course, Master,”” the three submissives responded eagerly.