It was around noon. The six suns were high above, their six colours combining into the bright gold of regur rays. The blue firmament was marked by the faded sprinkles of stars, thin lines drawn between many of them. Rykard nodded to himself. That was the sky worthy of a king.

  His eyes then wandered down, to his female companions. He had begun this journey with Tess, Miyo and Subana. Three women he had started with and he returned with one more in his direct ranks. Punk looked around, her demonic tail waving in anticipation of her new life.

  “Nice house,” she said with a grin. “What’s next?”

  “Next,” he said and turned to the door, “we will enjoy my homecoming.”

  With ritualistic slowness, he marched up to the front door. He could hear voices from people that were occupying the guest quarters again, poking their heads out of the windows to witness the return of their sovereign. Rykard ignored them, fully invested in what he would find. He knew what it would be and yet he was giddy with anticipation.

  One strong shove sent the double-sided door wide open. Daylight cascaded in, stopping short of where his women stood. Rykard took a few steps forwards, stopped, and let his other women walk past him. A gesture of his hand closed the doors magically, leaving the chamber in sinful twilight.

  “Strip and follow my example,” Miyo told Punk.

  “Ooooh, I fucking love where this is going,” the Hellcat answered, throwing off her skimpy leather outfit as she danced forwards. Tess did the same, while Subana simply wished her clothes away.

  Tall, medium and short joined the formation of his other haremettes. They were, each of them stark naked, showing off their bodies in all their glory. There was a colr on each neck and a mark of ownership on every womb. Miyo turned to Punk to guide her in a preliminary position in the hierarchy. After that, they all stood where they were supposed to.

  “Welcome home, Master,” Miyo said, his redheaded kitsune at the front of it all, as the harem queen ought to be. She bowed her head, then knelt down gracefully. Even as his queen, she prostrated herself before him, putting her forehead to the floor and her ass up. Her fluffy tail wagged softly in excitement.

  “Welcome home, Master,” sighed Vyra, the vampire taking in his sight with her glowing red eyes. She sunk to the floor the same, her truly enormous tits jiggling with every ever so slight movement. She, too, put her forehead to the floor.

  “”Welcome home, Master,”” spoke the five women that assisted the Maiden of State. Helenn, his first shortstacks, a cherub with magnificent tits and ass in an easily dominated package. Tess, the first Contestant he had seduced, a gothic rogue with an hourgss figure and a submissive streak to match his desires. Mena and Tena, the wood elf twins, one a white-haired hourgss-shaped priestess, nicely endowed and feminine, the other a redheaded druid with a toned physique, medium breasts and nicely shaped thighs. Vako, stly, queen of the Subbie Heaven turned goblin cocksleeve, a dark-haired, green-haired, perfectly fuckable speciwoman of her breedable species. All of them prostrated themselves as well.

  “Welcome home, Master,” swooned Ayama, eager to dispy her pce in the hierarchy by sinking to her knees. Bunny ears stood at rapt attention, rising from her very long, straight hair of silvery-white, streaked with purple. Her eyes, silvery as the moon, beheld him for just a moment, before she joined the others, forehead on the soft rug, round ass in the air.

  “”Welcome home, Master,”” added the four women behind her, perfectly in sync despite their new addition. Hey, succubus red of hair, red of eyes, and red of streaks surfacing throughout her wavy cascade of jet bck hair, fttened her breasts against the floor, the only pair of tits around that could truly rival Vyra. Cecilia, dark haired, dark-skinned gnome, was not as endowed, although her breasts were still nice and rge on her short frame, with an ass that surpassed it. Subana, goddess of submission, lowered eyes gold and pink to the ground, as her absurdly long hair parted to reveal her curvaceous figure as she knelt. A figure worth devouring, as she was the most endowed of his shortstacks. Punk, the newest addition to the harem, knelt as if she had waited for this moment all her life, putting her bottom-heavy, wine-red curves on dispy. Cat ears twitched in anticipation of whatever would happen next. Her bck lips were certainly curved into a lewd smile beneath the cover of her bck, gradient pink hair. All knelt before their Owner.

  “Welcome home, Master,” greeted Lyvia, her militaristic tone half-melted by heat. The toned leviathan dy moved fluidly. Her long ponytail, bck at the base and the colour of seagrass along the length, waved as she did. Her toned figure provided a different kind of feast for the eyes, yet her rge breasts and soft thighs were a sight of femininity all the same. She put her forehead to the ground. Her long tail curved to the side to not obstruct the view of her round ass.

  “Welcome home, Master,” said Aclysia, st among them. Pointy eared and pale-skinned, she was so easily mistaken for an elf. The true nature of the maid with the combed back, white hair was that of a primordial angel. Yet, she was his servant first and foremost, moving as quick as she could while maintaining her grace into the position of submission. Her ass, a sculpted image of plump perfect, was emphasized marvellously by the arch of her back.

  Rykard’s cock twitched in his pants, which strained to contain it. He knew his women had questions about the newcomer and he loved them for holding them back until after their ritual had concluded. Still, there was something on his mind that needed answering. His gaze swept over the crowd twice. He enjoyed letting them squirm. Butts wiggled in delight of being made to wait in the compromised position. He did not enjoy being made to wait himself.

  “Welcome home, Master,” spoke one more voice.

  Rykard’s eyes darted down, meeting the yellow irises of his newest sex sve. She had ptinum blonde hair and slit pupils. Her lips were of a bck colour, revealing sharp teeth behind. Like the others, she was naked, revealing medium-sized breasts on an all around banced figure of caramel skin. Unlike the others, she dared to wear two accessories. One was a bck leather colr, acceptable if unnecessarily ornate, the other was a tiara.

  “I, Dalia Nightstar, swear my eternal fealty to you,” spoke the former Princess of Yellow, and lifted the tiara from her head. It had already become just a piece of expensive metal, losing what esoteric power if had once held. All the same, it was a sign of her status, one that she pced at his feet, before pcing her forehead on the rug as well. “I beseech thee to use me as you see fit, writer of the world’s fate, for you are my Master and I am your Sve.”

  Rykard picked up the tiara. “What you are…,” he said, while pouring his magic into the object. A sign of eldritch hierarchy was turned into a symbol of her new status. Decorative curves melded together with the body, turning the tiara into a disk that retained the ornate status as etching in the surface. “...is out of line. Take this and your pce behind Aclysia.”

  Dalia raised her head to receive the servant’s tray that her adornment had become. Her fingers trembled with excitement, taking on this new role eagerly. “Ah, limitations,” she sighed, as she rose to her feet. There was an oddity to her step, an inhuman fluidity that suggested what was beneath the skin was not what one would expect. All the same her butt jiggled as she made her way to her position in the hierarchy as Maid in Yellow. Once there, she knelt down again, the only woman around to not have his mark on her womb yet. A fact he would soon rectify.

  “Miyo, Vyra, Helenn, Hey, Mena and Tena, stand and step forwards,” he ordered next.

  The named members of his harem did as they were ordered. What separated them from the rest was simply that they had a connecting marker: a soft rise to their bellies. He had impregnated all six of them in the same month and thus they were all about equally far along, moving towards the end of the first trimester.

  Rykard inspected them each lovingly, pcing kisses on the stomachs in which his children quickened. Five daughters and one son were underway, a ratio that would be quite normal in the world he was building.

  “I have several important announcements,” he said, “and no doubt you have questions as to what has transpired and wish to talk to Punk,” he gestured at the newcomer, “but before you speak, you will learn of each other in the way my good girls should… by serving me.”

  “”Yes, Master!”” the entire harem answered at once.