Blinking back to an early sembnce of consciousness, Miyo presented a singur word, “Breed?”

  Rykard ughed at the question, although it was a justified one. There were no social norms holding him back here, so of course he had considered lifting the magical wards that kept him infertile. With the angle he still held her in, his seed would be drenching her womb by now.

  “I tried. We’ll have to see if it sticks,” Rykard told her and finally pulled out. He used a bit of Restoration magic to hasten the process of her feeling her legs again. Not enough to put a strain on him, since he was hardly in a hurry. “Do you want to be bred?”

  “I am ambivalent.” Miyo was back to her usual self. She still preferred to keep still in the soft bed, but otherwise she had recovered. Brushing over her lower abdomen, she continued, “I wouldn’t mind carrying your child, nor would I mind the simple life of a ‘sex sve’ to continue without a swollen belly or responsibilities.”

  The intonation on ‘sex sve’ was proper. The empire maintained svery in some parts of its colonies and serfdom was close to the same anyway. Many a merchant or noble held themselves a partner in bondage for the purpose of relief. To compare that to the consensual, loving entanglement they had was a matter of py, rather than fact.

  Rykard picked up his clothes and got dressed again. “I’ll reconsider if I want to try again, if it didn’t work today,” he stated and smirked over his shoulder. “I best find us some servants before my heir is born though.” Miyo hummed and tapped her chin thoughtfully. At the sound, Rykard raised an eyebrow. “What’s going through your mind now?”

  “I may need to institute some kind of fertility cycle w on our estate. Can’t have all the servants pregnant at the same time.”

  Rykard loved that she (correctly) assumed all of the servants would also be part of his harem. What was the point in having help, if the help wasn’t a sexy maid he could bend over whatever surface she was cleaning?

  “Before I leave you to your second conquest…” Miyo swung her legs out of the bed. Sashaying towards him, seed and pussy juice trickling down the inside of her thigh, she stopped only when she put a hand on his chest. “...I have to ask a question. Two, rather. As you know, I am a dy of many talents.”

  “That you are,” Rykard agreed readily.

  “And you find that dy under your sovereignty, with no boring court or marriage practices to keep her occupied.” She traced the shape of his jaw with her index finger. “Your nation will need management as much as your harem and I would be amiss if I didn’t excel in both. First question is what you want me to focus on in your absence. Second is what I should be prepared to call you, ruler of New Eden… as a public title, Master.”

  “You are taking all the words out of my mouth today,” Rykard compined. He had been just about to make that suggestion. With the joke off his lips, he considered the questions in earnest.

  Miyo would dedicate herself to increase one of the strengths of his Estate and that could have all manners of benefits down the line.

  “For the title, no need to be fancy. King will do.” Rykard rolled his neck and considered what his wonderful vixen should do. “This whole thing is bound to turn ugly at some point. We have a nicely defensible position.” He beheld the mountains that surrounded his now permanent home. “Best learn how to use it.”

  “Military capability and leadership,” Miyo nodded to herself. “I have studied this field before.”

  “To lead a rebellion against your father, no doubt,” Rykard stated. There was mirth in his tone, but nothing that would suggest he wasn’t serious.

  His former fiance’s lips curled enigmatically. “Not a question worth contempting anymore. You are correct though. The’re many threats and the other competitors are just one of them.”

  The power to summon new Hexagons was his and his alone as the chosen competitor. That being said, the gods could present him with additions to his realm poputed by people that would be content taking over what he had already requested. Alternatively, people may try to coerce him into building their realm for him. He would be too valuable to be killed, but it was an option a sufficiently ambitious inhabitant of an Exile Hexagon could have.

  Rykard was less concerned about his personal safety than that of Miyo and whoever else he was going to add to his harem.

  “Then I shall sharpen my magic and my mind, in your absence.” Miyo pced a kiss on his chin, then grabbed her dress. She shot him a questioning gnce and he shrugged. The question of whether he preferred his harem as nudists or not would be answered another day. For now, she put on her clothes again, concealing the fact that there was nothing besides smooth skin under that yellow cloth. “I will return to the estate after the summoning.”

  “I suppose you wouldn’t want to miss the view,” Rykard agreed. The sight of a Hexagon being summoned in, he was just as antsy to witness it as her. He just needed to pick where to pce it and then decide on a phrase.