Rykard began to lead them towards the bedroom. The rarest of sounds entered the scene, that of a submissive raising her voice unbidden. “Master, may I recommend something?”

  He turned to the speaker, mustering her sternly. Hey held his gaze for a moment, before directing her yellow-red eyes to the ground in a gesture of surrender. All the same, the titanically endowed daughter of lust spread her deep red lips in a confident smile. Her demonic tail twitched in anticipation. “Very well, what do you offer?” Rykard asked.

  “Cecilia and I have equipped a pyroom in your absence,” she revealed. “If it would please you, Master, we could christen it?”

  The suggestion put a smirk on Rykard’s face. “Very well then. You two may guide me there. Show me what you have built.”

  “With pleasure, Master,” Hey stated, sashaying to the head of the group. In passing, she brushed over the chin of Punk, who was absolutely mesmerized by her fellow demonette. An expected reaction, not just because Hey’s excessive curves made mouths water, but also because she was a quite literal demigoddess to Punk, who worshipped the mother of the daughter of lust.

  Rykard himself glued his eyes firmly to the plump ass of the succubus. Cheeks and thighs jiggled with every hip-swing step she took. Legs rubbed together, spreading dripping pussy juices over smooth, red skin. The whip like tail curved, moving like a shifting frame around the heart-shaped pillow of an ass.

  His eyes shifted down and to the right, to Cecilia, who walked quickly to keep pace with her much taller comrade in stackedness. There was a little more hardness to the gnome, signs of muscles that harmonized with her plush parts nicely. As she walked, the toy maker looked over her shoulder. A needy glint id in her pink eyes. She grabbed her own ass to spread the bubble butt enough that the plug in her backdoor was pinly visible. Then, she let the dispy jiggle back into pce.

  “We have arrived, Master,” Hey said and gestured at a door.

  The position for the pyroom had been wisely chosen. It was close to the main hall, yet also located right beneath Rykard’s quarters. A simple staircase would make it accessible from his living room. Opening the door indeed revealed that such a modification had already happened.

  Rykard only took a single gnce at the staircase. He was too intrigued by the rest of this pyroom. The ground was covered in smooth mats, soft and firm in equal measure, almost like mattresses coated with a non-absorbent material. The gss of the windows had been adjusted alchemically, tinting the light red and making it harmless to vampires. Everburning candles around the pce lit themselves once Rykard took the first step into the room, spreading the scent of cherries and sandalwood.

  All of the ambiance fit nicely with the equipment of the room. A whole wall of the sizeable room was taken up with shelves, on which the beginnings of a sex toy collection was nicely ordered by kind and size. Bondage ropes hung from the ceiling, attached to secure metal hooks. Opposite the sex toys, a vast variety of rger equipment pieces had been rowed up. Pillories, wooden horses, various shapes of loungers, comfortable and uncomfortable, to name only the essentials.

  It was not a perfect pyroom, but it was certainly the beginnings of one.

  “Good girls.” He emphasized the compliment by squeezing Hey’s ass and pulling Cecilia’s face into his crotch. The gnome began to giggle between needy huffs of his musk. His erection strained his clothes and he saw no reason for that state to continue. “Anything that you would like to show me?”

  The question was directed at Hey alone. Once inside the room, he promptly lowered his pants and pced the head of his cock on Cecilia’s outstretched tongue. Purple lips received him, as if the standing blowjob slut was the semen demon, not the succubus whose ass he was still kneading.

  “I am quite proud of some functionalities, Master.” Hey pressed her rear into his palm, then reluctantly departed, to walk towards the centre of the room. The other women followed her steps with interest, sans Cecilia. The gnome was too busy being used to create rhythmic ‘GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!’ sounds while Rykard used her throat.

  Hey stopped on a spot marked by gold and purple decorations. She channelled her mana into it, causing hidden runes to glow bright. A simple pointer at one of the pillories by the wall caused a matching set of runes on its base to activate. It hovered towards the succubus, stopping short of the magical circle.

  “It would be cumbersome to set it all up manually, so we have integrated every item in this room into a telekinetic network accessible from here for us ymen and doubtlessly easily accessed by one supreme mage such as you, Master,” Hey reported. Another gesture of her hand caused ropes to attach themselves to a sling, creating a sex swing in which she readily took a seat. “It is all for your pleasure, Master,” she purred, spreading her legs wide to dispy her red, swollen cunt.

  “I am quite impressed,” Rykard said honestly. “Quite impressed indeed. It calls for a treat.”

  Taking an even stronger hold of Cecilia’s head, the harem king hammered in and out of her upper hole. So eagerly objectified, so readily manhandled, and so ecstatically deprived of oxygen, the gnome’s pink eyes rolled up. Every time his balls spped against her chain, she moaned. The vibrations sent electric pleasure up Rykard’s spine.

  “That’s a gooooood girl,” he complimented, pulling back when he reached the edge of his orgasm. “Do not swallow!” he grunted a harsh order, moments before the semen rushed up his shaft.

  There was a tiny nod. It was all the little cocksleeve managed before an enormous load filled her mouth. His taste on her tongue made her pussy drip, marking the virgin floor with lustful fluids that it would grow quite accustomed too. Her small hand gripped his shaft and pumped, eagerly milking every drop he had to give into her cheeks.

  An opening orgasm for a long orgy. Rykard enjoyed it for as long as it sted, before picking the shortstack up and pcing her chest to chest on Hey. “Share.” The order was followed before it had fully left his mouth, the two creators of this lustful pce readily mashing their lips together in a pursuit of pleasure, theirs and his. Master’s seed was swapped back and forth, Hey struggling not to devour it all too quickly. Her pussy juices overflowed, the mana-rich liquid seeping into every thought of hers.

  Rykard made sure she had even less capacity to think about anything by rubbing his still hard cock against her spread pussy. In her eagerness to show more of her cherry red insides to him, Hey’s fingers lost their grip. Her swollen, hairless mons returned to their beautiful, natural state. The moist up and down of the pubic mound glistened in the golden candlelight, its colours and details shifting with every teasing prod of her Master’s manhood.

  He drummed his cock on her folds, listened to her muffled cries of desperation and saw the mixture of their juices draw long strands that refused to break. Her long, demonic tail found his cock, wrapped around the base, and tugged in an unspoken plea to angle down. Rykard obliged, dragged his hard cock through her outer folds as he drew his hips back, to then part them as he pushed into her.

  “Mwaaaa—-aaaahhhh!” Hey’s lips were unsealed with the satisfied sound of quenched thirst and growing pleasure. “Oh, Master!” she cried, as Cecilia glided down the curvaceous hourgss figure of the succubus. The eyelids of the red-skinned woman fluttered, the pupils rolling upwards. “So hot! Master’s cock, oh, so big!”

  “The cock that bred you,” Cecilia moaned. “The cock that will breed all of us, because Master’s seed is the only thing that matters in the world!” There was a hint of crazed seriousness to that, which prompted Rykard to smack the fat ass of the shortstack. She threw her head back and howled, her swollen clit rubbing against that of the succubus.

  “There are many other things that matter,” he chastised her. “The many products of that seed, first and foremost, although I will believe that you wished that implied. Your fellow haremettes, my sex sves who will share your bed as you gravidly nguish in the bed, who you will serve when their bellies get too heavy to walk comfortably, and who you will take turns with in caring for the many, many children of this household. Right now, obedience is a virtue you should remember. I did not give you permission to use this comfort hole…” he hooked two fingers into Cecilia’s cheek, “...to speak!”

  The gnome did not make the mistake of answering to that. She remained right where she was, panting lustfully as he ran his hands over her caramel curves. She was a splendid side project, to squeeze and tease. The main project moaned, his thrusts picking up speed as he got used to the way the sex swing reacted to it all.

  Every time he plunged into the squeezing depths of the succubus, the thigh-rippling force of his impact drove her back slightly. The impulse to follow had to be reigned in. Where he stood was the natural resting point of the erotic equipment and so she inevitably returned to him. It created a feedback loop that was quite enjoyable, of his thrusts causing her to get impaled on his cock halfway through his next one.

  Hey’s heels were on the edge of the comfortable seat. She was entirely at the mercy of the swings, of his tempo. “MASTEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!” Hey screamed. A final coherent word that was swiftly followed by a stream of choppy sylbles and grunts. Her body vibrated. Her enormous tits jiggled in unison, right up until Rykard led Cecilia’s lips to one of her nipples. One cocksleeve pleasured the other, kneading on breasts and sucking on the other.

  The sounds of the succubus suddenly were quieted. Intense spasms made her long hair sway and her toes curl. Rykard lowered his tempo, enjoying the duality of the orgasmic grip of her folds and the immense wetness. Her pussy was perfect, simultaneously a velvet-smooth tunnel and a glove that it was difficult to peel out of it. Every time he sunk back into her, he felt his second orgasm get a little closer.

  “Master,” Hey whimpered, when he pulled out of her.

  Wordlessly, the cocksleeve on top of her cried when he stuffed her pussy next. The shortstack’s cunt was forced to change shape when he pushed into her and swiftly hammered to keep that shape by hard and fast movement. Each time he hammered against the bottom-heavy shortie, the resounding cp was echoed by the crowd’s little moans. Each time he smacked her rear, the sharp echo created a series of envious swoons.

  Cecilia was soon squirting over their three closely joined sexes. Among her spasms, Rykard slipped back out, to continue the reward he was giving Hey. He was close now, too close to switch back a second time. He hadn’t fucked either of them in some time and every set of holes was different in the way she complimented his cock.

  All of a sudden, Hey’s legs locked behind his hips. The hug was hard, giving him little room to move, but he needed little. He forgave the transgression. “Cum!” Hey howled, making it very clear what all of her being yearned for in that moment. He was happy to oblige.

  Rykard gripped the sturdy ropes of the swing. His knuckles went white as his shaft tensed within her. She screamed, her satisfaction of getting pumped full only diminished by the fact that she could not get pregnant twice over.

  All the same, she spasmed. Her hips jerked up as much as they could with his hard cock fully inside her, painting her insides white. “Such a fantastic relief tool,” Rykard groaned, his orgasm slowly abating. He gave Hey’s thigh another squeeze, then left the cross-eyed succubus to enjoy her remaining aftershocks.

  He turned to the adoring crowd. With no orders given, his haremettes had opted to stand and wait. Some struggled to keep their idle hands away from pces of pleasure, others had the discipline to fold them behind their backs. One way or the other, the harem king’s nymphomaniacs were dripping wet, driven to incredible arousal by watching their man pump full one of their own.

  Rykard smirked. The dispy was one of confidence in his abilities. Most women would have frowned upon their man doing it with other partners and that was entirely justified if that meant the man could not perform his duty to them. An issue that he, rich and virile, did not face. His cock was every bit as hard as it had been when he entered the room. That his harem was a tight unit of women eager to pleasure each other half as much as him also added to it all.

  It was an advantage he did not use right now. He enjoyed leaving them stirring in their own arousal. Every orgy was its own masterpiece, created by the dom’s ability to read the mood among his submissives. Sometimes all should be in a pile of winding bodies and squishing softness, at other times pounding them one after the other was what was desired, individual attention and arousing waiting.

  “Everyone, on your knees!” Rykard ordered.

  “”Yes, Master!!” the hasty and enthusiastic response was followed by over a dozen women hastily dropping onto the padded floor.

  “Hands behind your backs,” he decred, reaching out for the enchantments of the items in the room in that same moment. As the women took the pose he desired, cuffs and ropes hovered towards each of them. The magical circle that coordinated it all was expertly made, allowing Rykard to snap the bindings in pce on all of his women simultaneously. They gasped as wrists and ankles were linked, forcing them to retain their kneeling position for however long he desired.

  With rope enforcing discipline, the mood among the submissives sunk even deeper into delectable depravity. Willpower was left to crumble, the desperation and inability to touch themselves turning into an even greater ecstasy. The denial of freedom made them quiver. His cim to their bodies made them swoon.

  Rykard wandered up to Lyvia. The sharp features of the military women had softened. Her blue eyes were gssy, her slit pupils dited, and her mouth wide open. Her demonically long tongue stretched out, the pointy tip curving in anticipation of his cock. The tail of the blue-skinned monster dy mimicked the motion.

  He took hold of her horns and smmed his cock into her throat without a second’s hesitation. Lyvia jumped, not from shock, but from pleasure. An orgasm ravaged through her, triggered the moment her chosen mate’s cock scraped over the back of her throat. Her tongue coiled around and caressed his balls, while her wide open mouth became the receptacle for his hard thrusts. Large breasts jiggled, toned muscles spasmed, while he used her horns and her long hair as his handles.

  He used her hard and fast, measuring his tempo to give her everything she wanted while keeping in mind the greater performance asked of him. Using her sensitive throat until she was satisfied was the minimum required of him. No, as the greatest of all doms, he had to pound his submissives until they were thoughtless messes, until they had their every wish fulfilled - and his submissives could never be completely satisfied without being turned into his cumdump.

  At the edge, he only accelerated further. His balls would have smacked against her chin, had it not been for the continued service of her tongue. Her lips could not form a tight ring that way, but her alien throat did all the work there. It was like that of a succubus, yet different, tight and shifting folds lined with little tendrils that stretched and squirmed to massage every centimetre of his cock.

  Staying in her depths, Rykard let those folds worship him. His balls tightened, delivering to the sex sve that which she craved. His seed spurted down her gullet. He grunted, slowly pulling out, leaving the st of his cum on her tongue before moving onto the next set of holes.

  Subana was closest. Rykard picked up the willingly ensved goddess and screwed her onto his cock. Bundled up, yet still capable of flight, she held her position in the air in front of him while he used her as a fucktoy. Every time he hammered into her, her expression derailed a little more. By the time he ejacuted inside her, she was an open-mouthed, eyelid-fluttering mess.

  Ayama was next to be blessed by his cock. The white-purple-haired woman was in heat by the time he got to her. A rope bunny in every sense, she delighted in every hard thrust that hit her bubble butt from behind. As he liked to do, Rykard pulled on her ears and she loved it, squirting all over his cock long before he pumped her pussy full of fresh cum.

  After that, Vyra got her turn. Rykard toppled the fat-titted vampire onto her back, then pushed the oceans of flesh on her pale chest together, fucking the crevice of her cleavage. The sensitive breasts made this an enjoyable ride for both of them, ending with his seed all over her aristocratic features. Like an addict, she scooped up what semen she could with her long tongue.

  “Phew,” Rykard rolled his neck. “I think I am warmed up now.”

  He turned to the rest of the harem, those that he had fucked behind him. Vyra was still twitching from repeated orgasms. The other women had calmed enough to be coherent again, something that Rykard allowed them to take care of themselves by removing their bindings. A simple command and they began to py with each other. Hey, Cecilia, Lyvia, Subana and Ayama rapidly descended on the vampire to lick the fresh cum off her skin, then, they turned on each other in a sapphic orgy of delight, eager to continue revelling in the heat of the orgy, the sensation of being dominated still fresh in their mind.

  The view filled the still waiting cocksleeves with awe. Aclysia, Miyo and Tess outright came where they sat, the three women sharing a degree of submissiveness between them that even Rykard found inspiring.

  “Which means…” Rykard continued his train of thought. “It is time to make you mine properly, Dalia.”

  “Yes, Master!” the sharp-teethed eldritch creature turned maid and sex sve decred.

  Cock dripping precum and the juices of other women, Rykard stepped up to the blonde. His fingers parted silky hair. Her mouth opened wide, anticipating the hard manhood to be shoved down her throat. Rykard considered for a moment, then decided to prove her correct.

  He rammed his cock down her throat as if she was a toy. It was the first time any man was penetrating her, but he knew she had shaped herself for him. There was no gag reflex, only a tight tunnel that squeezed his cock as her neck bulged. Squirming little tendrils massaged him. It was more pronounced than with Lyvia, surrounding his dick in an ever-carassing mass of hot flesh. “That’s exactly what I expected from a princess craving to be turned into my comfort hole!”

  Dalia was not afforded a response. Rykard pulled his hips back only to drive the full length of his cock back behind her golden lips. A liquid too thick to be saliva spluttered and dripped from her chin, lubricating his thrusts. Her mouth was a sucking extension of her throat by that point. Her cheeks had caved in, the roof and bottom turned into soft folds. Only her tongue and teeth remained as proof that this was still her mouth in the first pce. The tter stayed fair away from his cock, hidden behind the tight seal that stretched every time he withdrew. The former was readily applied on his cock.

  The virginity was pounded out of her mercilessly. Rykard knew when normalcy was wanted and a creature like Dalia would never consider it desired. Like Subana, this demigoddess of insane actors and absurd metaphors had descended to become a cocksleeve and a cocksleeve he made her.

  It was impossible to say when she started to climax. It was very easy to tell that she kept going from one orgasm to the next. Her ass wiggled as much as her pose allowed her. Pussy juice wet the ground with repeated squirts while her muscles involuntarily tensed.

  The chains holding Dalia held strong. A surprised and deeply pleased moan mingled in with the other ecstatic sounds. The metal on its own could not have held her strength, but with Rykard’s magic strengthening the links, anything was possible. He kept her locked up, a willing comfort hole that could do nothing but get her face fucked.

  “You’ll be a servant,” Rykard pushed out, all while pistoning in and out of her mouth. “Your three priorities in life will be simple: First, keep my estate clean and presentable. Second, make sure the needs of the other haremettes are met, be it by cooking, cleaning, or whatever other desire they may have. Third, and most importantly, never allow my hard cock to go unserviced!”

  A thoroughly muffled “YYEEEEEEEEEESSSHHHH!” reverberated around his cock. It was all that Rykard could take before he rewarded her for the ready obedience. Keeping her head pinned against his groin, he came. His seed pumped down her throat. The squirming walls around him moved in rhythmic rings, wringing every drop out of him.

  Rykard retreated slowly from the alien hold. Tendrils stuck to the sides of his cock even after he had slipped past the lips. It was an equally eldritch and enticing sight, keeping his shaft company for as far as these throat tentacles would stretch. Once he was far enough outside, the remaining vacuum of her inhuman comfort hole broke with an audible pop.

  Dalia was a heavily panting mess, her face covered with the excess of her aroused secretion. Gooey strands connected them right up until the moment he toppled her over. To mark a new haremette, one hole was never enough. He wasn’t done with her until all of her had known the full length and girth of his manhood.

  The bindings around her wrists and ankles realigned themselves in accordance with her Master’s will. Eager and agreeing moans came from the outrealmer, her legs ending up stretched, her wrists north of her head. Nicely banced thighs framed her dripping wet cunt. As much as her folded position allowed her, she raised her shapely ass to entice him to cim her.

  “You ought to be honoured, few get the chance to deflower a woman of my nobility,” Dalia decred haughtily.

  Rykard derisively sneered. “Your old pce doesn’t matter. You should know that the honour is yours, to be my servant and cocksleeve - not that there is a distinction there.” He pced a hand on her throat before she could attempt to talk back. “I’m about to carve on your womb who it belongs to. Be a good girl and prepare yourself.”

  The beginnings of bratty arrogance returning were immediately snuffed out again. She nodded repeatedly between anticipating shivers, her chin bumping against his arm. He kept her pinned on the floor, while rubbing his cock against her folds. He could feel the anticipating undutions behind her mimicry of the human form. When he began to push into her, the bumps and folds were literally sucking him in. Tendrils and nubs lining the walls pulled with slippery futility at his cock, urging him to move faster.

  Rykard opted to take his time, both in penetrating her and in weaving the spell that he pced on all of his haremettes. The seal of restoration magic that would imbue them with a piece of his power. Its primary purpose was the self-moduting assistance with the issues of pregnancy, yet the form it took also served a simple mark of ownership.

  The squirming pussy was perfectly shaped for him, a privilege between several women that he did not tire of. Half-liquid walls of flesh remodelled themselves constantly in response to his twitches. Orgasmic pleasure made yellow eyes roll up and toes curl. Dalia was squirting from the moment his cock hilted at the court of her cervix.

  Magic lines glowed on the caramel skin. Golden lines painted the shape of a heart above her womb, swirling lines stretching to the sides to symbolize the paths of her fallopian tubes. A mark of ownership, clear and simple.

  “Good girl,” he complimented her. There had not been as much as a hint of resistance from her. The alien cunt massaged him, as snug as her throat had been, with the added benefit of being a hole made for fucking from lips to womb. “Are you ready to get remade in my image?”

  “Yes, Master!” Dalia excimed eagerly. The words rolled off her tongue with the same smoothness with which she circled her hips. “I am your servant, your fucktoy, your bitch in heat to use. I exist to nourish your spawn and to holster your cock with my holes! Until the stars die, I am sleeve, sve and maid to you, Master!”

  “Does that sound like an acceptable pledge to you, Aclysia?” Rykard asked. By seniority, the primordial angel would be the head maid of his harem, from now until someone showed themselves to be more apt for the position than her - a doubtful happenstance.

  “I hear and approve of her dedication, Master,” the fat-bottomed woman moaned. “It is my pleasure to watch you break her in.”

  “Of course it is.” Rykard smirked wildly and drew his hips back. “You are all my obedient little sluts!” The whole harem moaned in unison with Dalia’s scream, when his cock parted her folds again. “You love watching me pound another woman into the floor!” Another hard plunge into the former princess, another wave of confirming moans from sex sves tied up or cock drunk. “You are my submissive sex sves, you live for the thought of sharing me with other women - and I love you all for it!”

  The collective gasps became more heated, rising in tandem with his pace. Dalia’s tongue stretched from her mouth, curling in the air in a dispy of dexterity taken by spasms. It was all the movement she truly was capable of, pinned down beneath him by bindings even she could not break.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  The most satisfying sound of hammering into a wet hole echoed in the pyroom. His groin met the taut skin of her cheeks, his heavy balls smacked against her, and his cock stretched a cunt that knew no loosening. Like a liquid, the walls always returned to a still shape. Her medium breasts swayed back and forth between her bound thighs.

  Rykard hammered her pussy for a while. Following an impulse, he pulled out, knelt next to her, and gave Dalia a taste of her own juices on his cock. While her monstrous tongue readily worshipped his manhood, his fingers curled into her cunt. A different kind of wet sound filled the room when he worked her pussy and clit at a rapid speed.

  “OOOOOOOOOH, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!” Dalia screamed, getting sent over the edge yet again. Squirting pussy juices broke against his hands, adding to the growing puddle under her hips. Despite her screams, she remembered to suck his cock. A short-lived nibble, as he went right back above her hips and penetrated her again as soon as the orgasm had run its course.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  Once more, the aggressive spping of flesh against flesh filled the room. Rykard was even more rough now, straddling the shapely ass while burying the smaller woman under his body. Her screams dominated his left ear, while the sounds of sapphic orgy and submissive pleading entered the other. Be it the new haremette from the outer realms or current haremettes within bindings or the arms of other cockdrunk sluts, they all moaned, sighed, cooed and screamed his title.

  “MASTER!” “Cum inside her, Master!” “Mark your property, Master!” “ My Rykard, my Master.” “Oh, yes, Master, she is yours!” “Pump her full!” “Fill her up!” “Reward the good girl, reward the good girl, Master!”

  Among the many encouraging cries, he crossed the point of no return. He went into a final spurt, while willpower deyed the inevitable for a few seconds, then his motions became sluggish and irregur. Control over his body was cimed by primal needs. Hilted inside her, he stopped. He came.

  White, hot seed underscored the chain of orgasms Dalia had ecstatically dwelled in. If her body could have squirted any harder, she would have. Instead, she could only express the bliss of getting marked with her Master’s semen by going from a screaming mess to a silently spasming one. The euphoria on her face was something only a true submissive could experience beneath the guiding, enduring love of her dom.

  A love that Rykard was not done demonstrating to her.

  Grabbing the base of his cock, he pulled out just enough that he could angle his cock lower, then pressed against her sphincter. Still amidst her orgasmic throes, Dalia arched her back as far as her spine allowed, while her backdoor became the third and final hole of hers to learn the hardness of her Master’s cock.

  She was beyond words. Her tongue slithered, shifting between the same states of utter rexation and total tautness as every other muscle in her body. Rykard could feel it all around, the twitching of her insides, while his cock slipped deeper and deeper into her asshole. Unlike her other two holes, there was nothing alien about this, just the hot, tight tunnel he was used to. Even monster girl biology rarely experimented with that end. Rykard found that strangely assuring. An isnd of depravity that was the same no matter which sphincter he was stretching.

  Fully inside her, he only lingered for a moment. He pulled all the way back out, to flip Dalia onto her front. The bundle of female flesh was consequently mashed into the floor, his well-lubricated cock smmed back into her backdoor with a resounding smack. Like her pussy before, her asshole was not done getting pounded until he had broken her into her new purpose of being three holes for her Owner.

  It was such a waste to just fuck her brains out while her pussy was leaking his seed though.

  Rykard hooked his arms under her thighs. His hands wove through the gap between her knees and her head, interlocking inside her tide of wavy, yellow hair. Grip secured, he lifted her up, standing tall. She was a tight package, held in front of his chest, presented proudly to the swooning haremettes. From Miyo to Vako, no one was a stranger to seeing a nubile female, and yet they were all drooling at the sight. The joys of having a harem of thoroughly bisexual submissives never stopped to deliver.

  

  The redheaded harem queen opened her mouth wide in anticipation of what would happen next. It was a ritual, to some degree, that the first of his private sluts got to baptize a freshly deflowered and filled cunt with her tongue. Fucking her as he walked, Rykard lowered Dalia to the level of Miyo’s mouth, until the upper and lower lips of the two women connected.

  A mental tug on the ropes under the ceiling and they swiftly supported the position, connecting with the cuffs and even the colr that Dalia had on her. Stabilized like that, pounding her was the only natural thing to do.

  Rykard went at a rapid tempo. Dalia was already far off into the nd of bliss and he had so many more holes to fill before the day was over. He raced towards his orgasm and then simply let go, filling her third hole with yet another massive load.

  The release was short and intense. He clutched the ropes to keep his own bance, while his cock trembled inside her. Miyo’s tongue was pping up seed and female fluids eagerly. There could have been no better wife for depravities of this magnitude.

  ‘The blessed life,’ Rykard thought to himself, departing from Dalia with a smack to her rear. “I will take your first kiss ter,” he procimed. A quick spell to clean his cock ter, he turned to find his next cocksleeve.

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  Miyo was right there. That she was busy licking the filling out of Dalia was only a minor problem. A flex of the mental muscle ter, his first sex sve stood, her upper body suspended from the ropes connected to the ceiling. Her feet were allowed to touch the ground, presenting her firm rear to Rykard, A swift thrust and he was once again inside her.

  He pounded her hard and rough from behind, driving her lips against Dalia’s cunt. Between orgasmic screams, she managed to eat out the newly marked haremette all the same. Rykard eventually came deep inside the redhead, already anticipating the day he would breed her again.

  After he was done with her, he had Dalia and Miyo locked in a 69 position, so the new maid could repay the favour she had received. Leaving them pping at each others pussies, he picked up Vako. “Finally got time for me?” she asked. “Thought you’d come around quicker, you’re usually done in a few pumps.”

  Ten minutes ter.

  “MASHTAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHR!” Vako screamed, her tiny frame getting hammered midair. She was drooling from her outstretched tongue, squirting all over the floor, and entirely helpless while he used her snug cunt to bring himself to completion. The bck-haired goblin went rigid all over, her eyes rolling up while his hot seed filled her.

  After he had emptied that load into her, he tossed her over into the growing pile of (temporarily) broken sex sves. Levitation made the descent a smooth affair and she was quickly beset on by her fellow cumsluts, all eager to lick every bit out of her.

  The prolonged standing fuck had put Rykard in the mood for something rexed. He pulled a chair over to where he was, pcing it in front of Vyra. He unbound her, allowing her to use her massive tits to pleasure him. While his cock was totally swallowed by the oceans of white flesh, he treated himself to the taste of twins. One of their legs on the cushioned armrests, Mena and Tena were both in reach of his hands. His tongue teased their clits, back and forth as he liked, while his fingers worked their tights holes.

  Vyra’s expert service was too much for even the greatest of doms to endure for long. Tits squeezed around him, monstrous tongue coiled around his member, he thrust up into the deep cleavage. The vampire’s eyes fluttered when she felt his cum spurt over her face and rolled up when she tasted it on her tongue.

  Rykard sat in his broad chair, a fancy room away from being a humble sex throne, and fingered Mena and Tena. Their arms were bound over their heads, their ankles shackled, and their brown skin looked just delicious in the candlelight. To devour them next was natural, but he had other pns. After he had his share of tits, ass was on the menu.

  Of the yet unfucked women, two contestants were most appealing when it came to ploughing a shapely derrière. Aclysia and Punk each had their fvour of perfection. The head maid had a fat ass that jiggled at the slightest impact, while the Hellcat had a shapely bubble butt, banced in its dimensions. Both were bottom heavy, but the angel was, ironically, of a more sinful build than the demoness.

  Deciding on a whim, Rykard pushed himself out of the chair, leaving Vyra to find her pce in the side orgy as soon as she had cleaned the cum off her tits. His throbbing erection was firmly pointed at Punk.

  “Meow turn?” she asked, so horny she had colpsed into some kind of adorable feline accent. “Are ya gonna flip me over and breed meow catty style?”

  “No breeding yet,” Rykard reminded her, to which she smirked.

  “But I’m in suuuuuuuuuuuch heat, Masterrrrrrrrrr,” she purred. Even with the shackles on, she could tilt back until she fell. Her knees spread, giving a nice view of the swollen mound of her sex. Arousal tinted the area an even deeper red than the rest of her cherry-coloured skin. Glistening wetness further emphasized the importance of her flower.

  ‘Absolutely gorgeous,’ Rykard thought to himself. To tire of seeing the cunts of submissive sex sves was not even conceivable. In fact, before he treated himself to making her ass ripple, why not savour a taste of nectar?

  The harem king got on the floor. He lifted her legs, putting his head between her thighs. The leather binding her ankles rubbed against his back.

  “Oh, Master, you spoil me!” Punk swooned. She was a chatty one, no doubt about it. Rykard liked that just as much as total obedience. Uniformity in spirit was so dull. Besides a submissive streak, he needed no shared kinks between his haremettes.

  The peaks and valley of Punk’s physique were id out beneath him. Her linea alba was the pathway down her midriff, parting her subtle abs. The inwards curve from her wide hips went up to her narrow shoulders. Medium-sized breasts slumped in accordance with gravity towards her face. Parted lips surrounded her white fangs with bck fullness. The bck to pink gradient of her wild hair surrounded her blue eyes, burning with passion.

  Rykard gave her pussy the first lick. She tasted sweet and hot, a peculiar mixture and yet expected from a Hellcat. “I may spoil you whenever it pleases me.”

  “Of course, Master. Fuck me, eat me out, eat off me, whatever pleases you,” Punk readily agreed.

  “Mhm.” Rykard hummed thoughtfully, while indulging himself. His tongue ventured deep into his sex kitten, swiftly finding the spots that made her sing. Rolling her hips against him, she moaned out short, high-pitched sounds of approval. He held her by the plush of the ass, sinking his fingers into the softest part of her nubile shape. “Aclysia?”

  “Yes, Master?” the head maid’s voice was a skilfully put up facade. It was not that she hid her lust what made it so impressive, but the fact that she hinted so well at just how needy she was beneath that calm exterior. “Do you wish me to feverishly pleasure myself to the sight? Perhaps sing your praises? To suck your cock while you grace this set of holes with your tongue?”

  “That is a good suggestion… Helenn?”

  “Yes, Master?” the cheery cherubim asked.

  “Do not speak. You are my comfort hole while I enjoy this meal.” A snap of his fingers loosened the bindings. Helenn flew over, to be plucked out of the air as soon as she reached the reach of his arms. He dragged her beneath Punk’s raised lower body. He could not see her in that position, but that was no problem whatsoever. The tip of his cock penetrated her throat, making the naughty angel scream.

  “Oh fuck….” Punk gasped. “I can feel her fat little ass resting on my arms… Are you fucking her face?”

  “What a stupid question,” Rykard reprimanded her. Of course he was. What else was he supposed with a nicely aligned comfort hole? “I think that’s enough of your yapping anyhow. Mouth open!”

  Punk obediently parted her fangs, letting the ball gag settle itself between with only a moan. The leather strap wrapped around her head and pulled tight.

  “Bound, gagged and tagged, that’s how I like my pets,” Rykard said with a smirk. “Now you just need to cum for me to be perfect.”

  His tongue got back to work. It took barely any further effort to make Punk scream into the gag. She threw her head back, the spasms of an approaching orgasm rocking through her. Her eyes darted back between no certain point at all and his face. While his tongue worked wonders between her tight walls, his thumb rubbed her clit at a nice and constant speed. The outcome was predictable and wonderful.

  A harsh clenching of her muscles was immediately followed by a release of her sexual juices. Rykard pped them up, enjoying every drop of it all, while keeping his cock nice and warm inside Helenn’s throat. The cherubim’s own muffled screams joined those of Punk, the two women climaxing in unison.

  The ministrations of the harem king’s tongue slowed. He let Punk ride out her climax slowly. A gentle caress, a forepy that contrasted sharply with the continued pounding of Helenn’s throat. While one sex sve was allowed to calm, the other was brought to an elevated state of ecstasy. Only when he had to get concerned for her ck of oxygen, did Rykard pull out of Helenn’s throat.

  He was back in within a few breaths. His tongue penetrated Punk again. He was not done tasting her and not done fucking Helenn’s face until his own climax pumped the stomach of the cocksleeve full of fresh seed.

  Punk gazed up, moaning some words of lust into her gag. She would scream in a moment, he was certain of that. Skilled cunnilingus moved the two-haired sex kitten right up to the edge. The tight ring of Helenn’s lips left his cock clean when he pulled out of the comfort hole. He let the blonde recover on the floor, lifting Punk up and putting her back down a metre to the side.

  Swiftly, he manoeuvred her into the proper position for a bottom-heavy sex sve. Face down on the mattress, her peach of an ass raised, and her limbs locked together by leather and ropes, she could only cry in anticipation. She did not have to wait for long. Rykard did not care to leave his cock exposed to the air for long. One steady thrust had him penetrate the depths of her folds.

  He set off the orgasm he had so skilfully prepared the moment he was fully inside her. “Ah, Aclysia, I did have something I wanted to ask you,” Rykard remembered, as he began to thrust. “But what it was, I have forgotten. My apologies.”

  “I am at your service whenever you desire, Master,” Aclysia responded lustfully.

  An offer he was certain to take soon enough.

  The ass in front of him took his attention for the moment though. Nice and round, the firm behind cushioned his thrusts as he accelerated. The tight walls of her pussy were twitching, pushing bumps and folds against his hard member as he slipped in and out of her smoothly. He stopped, to deliver a smack to the bound kitten’s right cheek.

  The harsh sound reverberated in the chamber, closely echoed by the moans of all the haremettes watching. While the needy voyeurs expressed delight born of memory, Punk screamed into her gag. She threw her head back as much as her bindings allowed. Taking advantage of it, Rykard grabbed her neck with one hand, squeezing as he returned to pounding her.

  The red-skinned cocksleeve’s eyes rolled up. A squirting orgasm rocked through her, making the massage of her drenched cunt that much more demanding. Rykard kept spping her ass with his left as he fucked her. Her demonic tail coiled around the arm when his hand came to a rest of the swing of her hip.

  He hammered away for minutes, grunting as he got ever close to his next release. No warning, not even a word, just him rutting into her, making her climax over and over again until her hole fulfilled its purpose and made him cum in turn.

  Even without the gag, Punk would not have gotten to make a sound. While he dumped his load into her, he was squeezing her windpipe shut. Drool dripped erotically from her chin, her dumbfucked expression matching the eager spasms of her body. The cocksleeve wrung every drop out of him. Twitches of his hip aided her in this, making his cock move in and out of her in erratic thrusts.

  Rykard slowly pulled out, to make sure all that his balls had to give were left inside her. Indulging himself, he lingered behind her. Her gaping hole twitched, the reddish pink of her insides put on dispy by the lingering imprint of his girth. The little river of his cum spilled from within her, dripping down her smooth thighs.

  “Indulge yourself,” he allowed Dalia. The newest cumdump had wiggled her way out of the general orgy pile to be the first to lick his seed off Punk’s skin and then to taste it from her cunt.

  While the blonde dove into her task, Rykard made a waving gesture. The bindings around Mena, Tena, Tess and Aclysia, the sex sves that had gone unused so far, began to levitate. His magic carried them towards the great mound of writhing, feminine curves. He had enjoyed them one after another for long enough, it was time to indulge in his harem entire.

  The sex sves greeted him with loving licks and eager caress. The tip of his cock was the target of manifold kisses, before getting guided into the cunt of the bred goth in front of him. Tess howled, a happy cocksleeve getting her purpose fulfilled. He hammered her in a proper mating press, while shortstacks sucked on her huge tits. Breasts, butts and pregnancy bumps were rubbed against him as coos of worship filled his ears.

  After pumping a load deep into Tess, he turned his attention to the twins.They were beyond speaking and beyond pretending they wanted anything else than for his girthy cock to hammer them. Rykard stacked them pussy to pussy, giving the twins exactly that kind of simultaneous fucking that they so loved. Their tongued whirled while he moved his cock back and forth between their tight holes, until he spread his seed over their writhing midriffs.

  “Serve me,” Rykard gave the simple order.

  “With all that I am, Master,” Aclysia swooned and wrapped her plush, pink lips around his cock. She zealously took him into her throat, keeping his cock entirely to herself, much to the disappointment of the crowd of cockdrunk sluts around them. Aclysia was the st of the submissives to get her daily mind break from his cock. Everyone else was already giggling messes. The taste of his seed may have faded from their lips, but they had not given each other the time needed to let the ecstasy fade. Only the dominant got to decide when an orgy was over. The submissives stayed wet, willing and obedient for him, a state perfected after a thorough fucking and easily maintained by collective indulgence.

  It took Aclysia very little time to graduate from teasing to the brink of insanity to falling into that same ecstasy as the others. Submissive euphoria filled her eyes between each flutter of her lids. She moaned as her head bobbed. The tip of his cock scraped delightfully over the sensitive walls of her sensitive throat.

  She came. The orgasm rolled through her, making her fat bottom wiggle behind her head and her pussy gush. Rykard smirked at the sight, framed as it was by the activity of other sex sves. Miyo dragged her tongue over his abs, the cool-faced queen reduced to a drooling mess by and for him. Subana rode his fingers, a goddess turned into a throat producing pleasant cries for him. Hey offered her tits to be sucked on, a succubus totally dedicated to serving a singur man. The rest of his harem was writhing all around him, ready for the moment his attention shifted to any one of them.

  His eyes lingered on that plush ass. Two moons of pale flesh, vibrating with orgasmic spasms while the insides of Aclysia’s cheeks pressed against his shaft. ‘She really has a perfect ass,’ Rykard thought. ‘At the edge of proportionate. Round, firm, taut and jiggly in bance. Time to see it bounce.’ “Ride me. Reverse.”

  Aclysia released his cock from the vacuum seal of her mouth. “Yes! Master!” she cried like only a happy set of holes could cry out in delight. She rapidly straddled him, her ass towards him. Her hands remained on her thick thighs. She gasped loudly, while Miyo aligned the dom’s cock with the maid’s cunt. Her pussy juices dripped onto his length before the two touched.

  SMACK!

  “MASTER!”

  A single spank brought Aclysia right to the edge of orgasm again. Her fat ass was still rippling when Rykard grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down. Fat, swollen mons met his groin. Cheeks rippled from the power of the descent. The median furrow of her spine deepened as the angel threw her head back. Every muscle tensed into a delightful example of the female anatomy in all of its wide-hipped glory. Inside, the contractions of her cunt massaged the one cock that had broken and would break them all again. The one cock that had bred many and would breed all of them in due time.

  Despite her climactic spasms, Acylsia was swift to raise her hips. She fell back down, adding another scream to the stream of moans all around. The tongues of three haremettes, Vako, Punk and Cecilia, joined the flow of sensations, licking clit, shaft and sack.

  The harem collectively masturbated to the pace set by Rykard’s hands. He guided Aclysia up and down. She reacted to his every unspoken demand like a good sex toy should. Her own spasms were just vibrations that added to his satisfaction. PLAP! The wet sound proved how much power was in those shapely thighs. PLAP! Every time it was repeated, excessive pussy juices spttered. PLAP! Her fat ass fttened against his groin, glistening with sweat.

  He smacked those cheeks between bouts of rapid speed. When Aclysia’s hips could not continue the up and down, when she circled her belly like a dancer, he added delectable shades of red to the snow-white of her plump derrière. She was his canvas, his hands a crude tool that he knew to use with the precision of an artisan.

  Aclysia was bereft of elegance before long. He took it from her, ripped it away to expose the obsessed sex servant beneath. Teeth clenched, fingers curled, straight hair flying, the angel was positively consumed by every moment she spent in orgasm. Her clit was being circled fellow sex sves, her tongue fenced with that of Dalia, while hands explored every peak and valley of her pear-shaped curves.

  Rykard drank in the sight. He drank in the sounds. The worlds of the gods were practically infinity in number and he was still confident that his harem was the only one quite like it. These were his women and it filled him with the greatest of all prides to see them all so beyond satisfied.

  This most fundamental of conditions cleared, Rykard let go. He thrust up into Aclysia one more time. Her kiss with Dalia broke as the first of his seed filled her insides. Her mouth turned into a delighted O-shape. Her green eyes rolled up. She made scarcely a sound, seated on his cock, privileged to have one of the few positions where a maid was properly above her Master.

  His balls continued to tighten, pumping the massive load into her depths. Two tongues pped at the origin of his seed, urging him to fill her with even more. The stimution worked and he filled Aclysia up with even more than he had the others. A reward for the long wait.

  Even after that orgasm concluded, even after Aclysia was lifted from his cock, Rykard’s manhood remained erect. He smiled widely, surrounded now entirely by women whose thoughts were only of getting him inside him, and said a simple phrase. “We are far from done.”

  They continued to fuck for three hours.