Rykard woke up between heaven and hell.

  Hell was inside him. The muscles that were not as stiff as wooden pnks burned when he managed to move them. Heaven was underneath him. A pair of plush tits and thighs, and arms wrapped around his head in a nightly embrace.

  Smiling, Rykard closed his eyes. Not to drift back off to sleep, but to channel restorative energies into himself. The burning subsided, then the stiffness, until the soreness of his muscles was entirely gone, and he stretched as best he could into the depression of the snapped bad.

  Rykard pressed a gentle kiss on Helenn’s ft midriff, before carefully making his way out of her grasp. He had gone ever so slightly overboard st night, pounding the little angel until the bed caved under her. Obvious stains were left where her juices had soaked into the sheet - especially where his seed joined the mixture. Her ankles and wrists were still decorated by cords.

  ‘I must have only untied her from the bedposts,’ the mage thought, remembering to have freed her. ‘As long as she didn’t spend the entire night bent into a fuckable bundle,’ he added. That would have been an unforgivable overstretching of her joints. A cocksleeve deserved better care than that.

  Her bubble butt appeared to have taken the thrusts well, the cushioning mounds as gorgeously pale as they had been when he had first kneaded them. Same went for her tits, and pretty pink lower lips. Angels were resilient, not universally so, but resilient enough, and the gods would have known what a member of his harem had to be capable of withstanding - especially when her masochistic curves begged for punishment in every little gesture.

  Besides the mess around her, a single reminder of st night’s debauchery existed. Existed right on Helenn’s body. It was a thin, reddish imprint of the span of his hand on her throat. A sign that he had been just a tad too rough - although bruises in that particur area were quite easy to cause, especially when it came to manhandling the uninitiated. It wrapped around the front of her neck like half a colr.

  Rykard considered healing it, but he also liked the look. Before everything, however, he had morning wood that rose to the surface of his mind with repeated pulses. Beholding the sexy little bundle had only increased the flow of vitality into the area.

  Having every reason to just do as he wanted, Rykard grabbed the sleeping shortstack and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Eyes moved behind closed lids, the blonde stirring awake as she was swiftly moved into a somewhat uncomfortable position. The edge of the V-shaped mattress elevated just high enough that Rykard could rest his cock on her face.

  One inhale of his scent, and Helenn’s eyes flew open.

  Grogginess was quite apparent in her expression. Judging by yesterday, she was probably in dire need of a drink. Rykard would let her have that in a moment. “Open,” he said a single word, and the grogginess made room for panicked lust. It was like the very idea that her mouth wasn’t agape already was heretical to her.

  Plush pink lips parted, and Rykard introduced her to the taste of his manhood. Immediately she squealed in delight. Her tongue explored the upside of his advancing cock, while he pushed in deeper. Soon, her throat began to bulge. She was in the best position for this: on her back, mouth and throat drawing one line with his advancing cock.

  Rykard had meant to test her gag reflexes and to get his dick wet before he did whatever else with her. What he found was that she put up no resistance whatsoever, not even that of instincts. Either the shortstack didn’t have a gag reflex to start with or she had trained it off with copious toy usage.

  He would find out after he had his fun.

  Grabbing the sides of her ribcage, thumbs pressing into her squishy chest, Rykard thrust the rest of the way into her tight mouth. Helenn moaned, the sound vibrating around his cock. Her lower body squirmed. Her heels dug into the sloped mattress, as if trying to find leverage to bury her nose deeper in his sack.

  “Good toy,” Rykard hummed approvingly, before entering a state of near-mindless thrusting. There were only two things that mattered besides his own pleasure: to remember to let her breathe and that she came before he did. Selfishness in the bedroom was, for a dom, a weapon to be very carefully used. A submissive was entitled to her pleasure, it was just in Rykard’s purview to decide when she would enjoy it more to have her orgasm denied.

  Waking up a freshly minted cocksleeve by using her exceptionally sensitive mouth to get off was a circumstance in which said object deserved a bit of a reward.

  It barely took any time either. Rykard was good at what he did and even finding the sensitive spot along her throat was easily done. Simultaneously, Helenn was a shortstack at the peak of getting her fantasies fulfilled.

  By the time he finally pumped his morning load down her throat, she had already orgasmed twice.

  “Alright, that’s enough use out of you for the time being,” Rykard announced, after he pumped the st few drops into her stomach. His slowly defting cock was pulled out of her throat, which lost about half of its width in the process. Shortstack biology sure was something.

  A few heavy breaths and coughs ter, Helenn babbled, “Awwww, you could have cum in my mouth, I want to know what it tastes liiiiiike!” She coughed again, no wonder with how hoarse her voice was.

  “I’ll find us some water,” Rykard told her. “You wait there.”

  “Basement, staircase is in the back,” the angel croaked, as cheerfully as possible.

  Rykard found an entirely stocked pantry down there, but only grabbed a little barrel of freshwater, alongside two ornate chalices, all of which he brought back to the room. Helenn gulped down two chalices full of water, an absurd amount retive to her size, then swiftly found a side room to take care of other morning business. Neither of them had bothered to put on clothes throughout that entire procedure.

  When she returned, Rykard had something he wanted to talk about.

  “Does it hurt?” Rykard asked, noting that Helenn was rubbing her neck and the bruise that marked her.

  “Only if I touch it or roll my neck or… well, it’s not that bad… kinda like it,” Helenn smiled his way radiantly, as if she had just said something brilliant, and not admitted to the fact that she enjoyed the sensation of a choking bruise.

  Had self-control not been part of the dom repertoire, Rykard would have been all over her again already. For a moment, he contempted whether he wanted her to be fully comfortable or if he wanted her to keep the bruise. At least for today, he went for the tter. He truly did enjoy the colred look.

  “I’ll have to put a nametag on you,” Rykard thought out loud.

  “Please do!” Helenn decred much louder. “Oh my goddess, that would be so hot. Make sure it’s, like, bck leather, Master, so it rises really pronouncedly from my skin! Hnnngh.” The little angel squirmed in the air, her massive breasts shifting under her arms. “Let everyone see that I am utterly devoted to being your toy… that would be so… so… Ehehehhe.”

  Rykard whistled, two harsh sounds that snapped Helenn out of her self-induced fantasies. He patted his p and waited for her to settle there. Warm, plush cheeks settled on his naked thighs. Rykard conjured a comb and began working the shortstack’s golden hair with gentle strokes.

  “You’re great at that, Master,” Helenn whispered. “Oh, a stud like you must do this often… maintaining your submissive cocksleeves like… dunno, like I maintain my inventions… washing us, combing our hair, picking our clothes-”

  “I haven’t quite gone there yet,” Rykard interrupted her with a chuckle. “Perhaps I will with you.”

  “Whatever you want, Master!”

  “You can call me Rykard right now,” he told her, careful not to comb her hair too much. There was a beauty in the wildness that part of her seemed to naturally have that he did not want to ruin by forcing undue order onto it.

  “Can or should?” Helenn asked, tapping her pink lips in thought.

  “Can,” he made clear. “I’m king, so disregard any care about social norms. I think that comes easy to you anyhow.” He squeezed one of her tits and she moaned in agreement. Even if he wasn’t going to fuck her again, pying with her pale breasts was time well spent. “I just want you to know that I draw a difference between what we do when I use you and beyond that.” The comb disappeared, and Rykard’s now empty hand clutched Helenn’s neck from behind. “I can strip your autonomy from you whenever I want, for as long as you give me that right. When you’re not my cocksleeve, you’re still Helenn, and Helenn can address her man however she wants. Understand?”

  “Hmmmm,” the little angel hummed. “I suppose being a toy all the time would be a bit much… but I do really like the sound of ‘Master’ on my sensitive little tongue…” Her feet, dangling over the edge of his p, kicked the air. “I’ll just call you both as I like! Master, Rykard, Master Rykard, big-dick king, all of that!”

  Rykard gave her an approving grin and picked her up again. The shortstack dangled, all tits and wide hips, between his strong hands, golden eyes looking lustful and curious. He knew his next two words would lead to disappointment. “Get dressed.”

  “Eeeeeehhhhh?” she let out a long, disgruntled sound. “You sure, Master?”

  “Yes - No, I do not enjoy it, but there are things to do that are not you,” Rykard said and softly tossed her to her dresser.

  The garb from yesterday, he had destroyed. He would have mended it if necessary, but Helenn owned an entire closet full of identical clothes.Once they got back to the estate, Rykard would have to decide if she got to keep wearing those or if he stuck her into one of the servant outfits.

  The more urgent question, he presented while he put on his own clothes. “Why do they not know of the great game here? What is this world?”

  “I, honestly, haven’t really worked that out myself yet.” Helenn’s response was a little more serious than all the babble up to that point. I haven’t been on Halyfa for too long… I think it’s been a year since I was summoned?” She shrugged. “What I hear from beyond this cathedral is that the country the Hexagon is, or was, located in was run by the church. They worship a pantheon of gods but… well, they haven’t talked to them in generations.”

  “...A theocracy that is entirely out of touch with its gods?” Rykard could not help but ugh. “How inept are these fools?”

  “Uhm, very, or very corrupt, could not tell you which one of the two it is at the top end… fact is that they took pretty horrendous taxes and pressed the locals into their crusades sooooo… really not surprising they reacted the way they did when the Hexagon was whisked away. Nothing like it had happened in forever. Unless you’re looking for a mostly untouched pine forest, there’s really nothing here…”

  “Except for you, by happenstance,” Rykard summarized.

  “Ye,” she responded with a single nod.

  Rykard sat back down on the chair by the workbench. Simirly, Helenn hovered back over, settling in his p as soft as a feather cushion. Absent-mindedly, he squeezed her thigh as he contempted. His eyes traveled over the various items on the workbench.

  He had asked for a master artificer, and the various projects scattered about did make it clear that she fit the bill. Some were rge feats of machinery that required tenacity more so than skill, others were clockwork mechanisms the size of his fingertip. As one who dabbled in artifice, he could recognize the skill and the creative solutions to uncommon problems.

  “Tell me, little angel, what exactly are you?” Rykard turned the topic of the conversation to her.

  “Yeah, so, the technical cssification is cherub, but you can keep calling me little angel if you like,” Helenn bbbed. “It sounds nice when you do that… anyway, Helenn’s my name, I am an angel of Subana, goddess of fated submission and true love.”

  “What a highly specific goddess,” Rykard commented. “Haven’t heard of her before, much to my disdain.”

  “Subana understands she is not a goddess for the masses. Her influence is limited to us.” Helenn put a hand on her overabundant chest, jiggling proudly even under the confines of her pure white garb. Just because he could, Rykard found one of her nipples and twisted. “Ah!” Helenn moaned, the second of the crowns poking through her clothing within seconds. “Hngh… Subana… hm… is a goddess that carefully r-reads the future. S-she creates u-usss, her angels, and b-bestows us with prophecies - Aaaahh - so that we… crosssss the paths of the m-most outstanding doms in the entire universe!”

  Rykard released her pinched nipple, when she had stumbled through her expnation. Using her as a conversation partner and idle toy simultaneously was greatly entertaining. Miyo let him do such things to a limit, he hadn’t tested it extensively with Vyra yet, but Helenn seemed practically made for it.

  “So you came to this world st year?” Rykard asked.

  “Y-yesss… Melvin asked… asked the gods for a boon and Subana answered.” Still squirming, the cherub’s eyes were fixed on the hand kneading her thigh. There was so much plush to each of her legs, Rykard could barely feel the bone. “It was a true summoning, a divine gift I… I’m here by the will of my goddess, not by contract.”

  “Hmmm? I understand a divine emissary can remain despite their summoner, without a time limit, but you should still be bound by the meaning you were given when he brought you here?”

  “Yeaaaaaaaaaaah, about that.” Helenn shuffled a bit in her seat. “Seeeeee, uhm, Melvin follows one of the pantheon, the god Stulz, who is all about… foregoing sexuality and… finding enlightenment in magic and… yeah all of that. So, when I started talking about how much I want a big strong man to pin me against the wall and fuck my brains out, he was maybe just a tad shocked.” She raised a hand to show with thumb and index finger how shocked. “Just a teeny, tiny bit.”

  “So he broke the contract?”

  “Well, no, not immediately. The idea was that I was supposed to help the locals live more comfortably. At first I tried to help the normal way, carrying some buckets and all of that, but then I realized ‘screw this, there has to be a better way’ and strapped some materials together to make a mana-powered shovel. That let everyone dig a well.”

  “Uh-huh,” Rykard hummed, just to indicate he was listening, while putting a hand on her squishy rump. Helenn leaned forwards, to give him better access to her backside. The hand on her thighs became buried under her dangling tits.

  “So, that worked, and then I wondered what else I could do with all the mana crystals they use for lighting around here. Turned out, a whole lot… and Melvin reaaaaaally did not like that. ‘Magic is supreme!’ he said. ‘Give a man a shovel and he can dig a well. Teach a man to command the earth, and they can redirect rivers!’ he said. All of that. I kind of went. ‘Yeah, but this works though?’ and then he broke the contract. He’s been trying to one-up me since…”

  “Hm, stubborn fellow, but his heart seems to be in the right pce,” Rykard summarized. “Too bad that he couldn’t demand the obvious contract though.” Bowing down to his third haremette’s ear, he whispered. “The proper thing to demand from you is ownership of all your holes.”

  “Yes! I know right?!” Helenn decred and threw her hands around his neck. Kiss after kiss, she pressed on his cheeks. “You’re just the best, Master!”

  “I know,” Rykard stated and picked her up, carrying her small frame on one arm. “Did my seed take, by the way?”

  “Oh you actually… hnnngh…” Helenn realized that moment he had genuinely tried to turn her from virgin into mother the same evening. It made her flush all over. “S-sadly not, Master. Please, try again whenever you wish.”

  “I will. For now, though, I want something to eat.”