Morning (or afternoon) came in a fsh.

  Rykard found himself at a table, looking at a simple selection of bread, butter, and condiments. The Butler being dead meant that there was no one to prepare their food now. Whether the pantry would be restocked magically remained to be seen. Worst case, they could head out into the city again.

  Before they began their meal, it was time for an important spell, however. An important and simple spell, made even simpler by the willingly accepted mark that sat above Tess’ womb. Hers had been there before his entrance into her life, but it had become his in due time. Through it, he weaved simple divination magic and scanned the immediate future of her ovum.

  Rykard’s etion at what he found was immediately visible on his face. Tess did not even wait to hear his answer, letting out a feminine sigh of relief and delight. It was immediately followed by her showering him with kisses. A break from her usually so cold exterior, but what time was there to be eted if not this time.

  She was going to be the mother of one of his children.

  The other haremettes joined into the kisses, whispering and exciming their congratutions. Several minutes passed in a warm, fuzzy flow of time in which seconds felt like they meandered for their sake.

  Even after they returned to reality, everyone was happy. ‘To be blessed with a harem that is happy when concubines and courtesans become pregnant,’ Rykard thought, appreciating his lot. He had seen a lot of diplomacy and rulers in his time. Most powerful men had multiple women, usually with the begrudging acceptance of their wives. It was rare for those women to like each other and even rarer for them to like hearing that their children had competition.

  “A boy or a girl?” Miyo wanted to know.

  “A girl,” Rykard answered.

  The redhead ughed. “You are in keeping with the ratios required for our harem empire.”

  He loved that she said ‘our’ these days. Any doubt she may have had at the start of this had long since been scattered to the winds.

  That put aside, it was true that he had a rather skewed ratio. Miyo, Vyra, Hey, Mena, Tena and now Tess all were pregnant with girls. Only Helenn had a boy quicken in her womb. Rykard would love them all. Inheritance would not be an issue for a few generations. He pnned to live a divinely long life.

  It was time for breakfast. Rykard, Tess, Miyo, Subana and Punk took their spots around the table. Altana got the position of honour under it. It was her turn to enjoy the morning loads. Being what she was, she could actually survive off of semen alone. Being who Rykard was, he was working on a project to make that true for everyone. He had not quite figured it out yet. Not that his haremettes needed that to dey their own breakfast to serve him as he had theirs. The second blowjob of the day was a rotating position. The first one, taking care of his morning wood, was granted to whoever got there first. Usually, that was Miyo.

  “What occurred with Maliande yesterday?” the vixen asked.

  Rykard ughed instinctively and Punk joined. Everyone else was still unaware of what had transpired. “I spanked her, dragged her to a room, pinned her on the floor and choked her until she became a good girl. It did not take long,” he summarized the events. Had he been able to smile any wider, he would have. His mood was beyond heavenly. “I roped her up in the bathroom. Is she still there?”

  “Yup, yup,” Punk assured him. “Dildo buzzing and everything. The pillows are ruined.”

  Rykard waved off. “They’re not our pillows,” he said, then took a bite of bread and cheese.

  Reactions to his announcement were, at best, mild surprise. Miyo rubbed her chin contemptively. “Given the current situation, you may want to lead her on a bit,” she advised. “If you induct her into the harem immediately, you will not be able to sell her the second pce.”

  Rykard nodded, the thought had occurred to him after waking up. Taming the brat for good was in his male instincts, but to wait until the minute after the Divine Game was over was strategic. The only issue there was that Maliande may throw a temper tantrum and run away to make him chase her. This was always a risk with brats that hadn’t been nailed down.

  Once he had her committed to him, she would still tease him, all smugly, but she would be too invested to pull stunts like that.

  What did Rykard actually lose if he broke her in? Nothing much, really. Selling the other pcements was just something he did to get more on top of what he was already assured to get. He had what he wanted.

  Another issue with adding Maliande to his harem here as well, however, was that he was adding yet another woman to it in quick succession. This trip had already been VERY productive with Altana and Punk on his dick. If he added Maliande as well as the Princess of Yellow, he was putting a lot of strain on his Estate.

  Miyo left that unsaid, but the thoughtful gaze she gave him spelled it out anyway.

  Then again, it had worked out so far, hadn’t it?

  “I will be angling to make Maliande mine… after the rewards have been distributed,” Rykard revealed. His greed was met with sighs and shrugged shoulders. Nothing else was expected. Altana, under the table, continued to bob her head.

  It would likely be difficult to get her. If this Divine Game ended like the st, the gods would teleport them all home the moment it ended. With good timing, he could get her pulled into his spell in the short time between getting the rewards and getting teleported home. If he failed… well, he doubted her longing would be any less intense after a second dry spell away from him.

  Now the question was: what would be his next step?

  Obviously, he would take her out of the bathtub. She had been squirming in there long enough. After that, he had a couple of choices. Fucking her was sadly out, Rykard considered that she would not be willing to leave once he had shown her the full spread of the pleasure of submission. He was just that good.

  Anything short of that could work. Making her climax a couple of times with fingers, tongue and toys was definitely in the program. Alternatively, he could cuddle her into calming down. Aftercare was always important and she definitely had climaxed enough after being roped up all this time.

  Skipping over both of these options, he could simply get her out, let her rest for a bit, then have a cordial conversation. An important part of being one of his haremettes was to unify the aspect of being a sex sve with being a respected person of his household. Now that he had given her a taste of one, it was time to give her a taste of the other. Given who Maliande was, she probably never had conversations with actual peers in power and mental acuity.

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  [Maliande POV]

  The impudent sex sve had closed her eyes a while ago. Looking at the wall wasn’t interesting and it was more exciting when she did not know exactly what was going on around her. Much time had passed. How much? Many orgasms, that much. That the dildo was still buzzing was testament to the breaker’s magical power, far surpassing her own.

  Over the course of her squirming, the ropes had sckened bit by bit. It prevented her from getting uncomfortable in the bondage she had been blessed with. The ropes she had enchanted to do the same thing to her when she was alone were nothing compared to this fantasy. All those nights spent desperately chasing the sensation of being shoved down by him again. All those nights fantasizing on exactly this current thing happening to her.

  Truly, this impudent sex sve could not be happier.

  She heard footsteps on the tiles. She opened her eyes immediately, hoping that it would be her breaker. It was him! There he stood, proud and naked, cock wet from the juices of another woman! Pure masculine energy oozed from him. What would he do to her next? She was open for anything!

  “Morrrningnh, Shiiiir,” she slurred. Her voice was hoarse from moaning, her tongue tired.

  “You’ve been waiting for me,” he said, the warm approving in his voice covered her with goosebumps. Then, he said the two greatest words she had ever heard. “Good girl.”

  The good girl’s toes curled. She came one st time. The st couple of orgasms had been rather weak, exhaustion and such taking their toll. This one filled her field of view with dancing dots of light. She was spasming, moaning, trembling, it was as if a whole new world had been opened to her. ‘Good girl,’ she thought the two words.

  Sometime amongst her orgasm, she had been untied. The absence of ropes was odd. The wrists of a sex sve deserved to be tied. When the dildo was pulled from her, that left her feeling a bit empty. The pleasure stopped. In its absence, something greater happened. Her breaker picked her up like a princess!

  The unworthy woman was moved to the breaker’s bed. She readied herself to be taken, even exhausted as she was. “You’ve been a very good girl,” he whispered to her, after settling down on the bed. He was hugging her from behind. He was so big and warm and gentle. His muscles pressed against her back.

  It swiftly became apparent he was not there to pound her into the broken mess she deserved to be. Instead, he was patting her head. Little compliments were whispered in her ear. For many, she was too tired and confused to properly digest the words. The warmth in them, however, she understood.

  “It’s fine if you nod off,” he told her and kissed her neck. A hand brushed over her shoulder, down her arm and to her hand. Even in her current state, she blushed intensely at his fingers intertwining with his. “I’ll be right here when you are back to yourself.”

  She nodded, weakly. She understood it, but she didn’t want to nod off. She wanted to stay there forever, in his arms. She blinked… and came back to the surface.

  The submissive woman was getting showered in kisses. The dominant man was pretty attentive. Whenever she was starting to tire of him caressing a particur part of her, he was already moving to another. He avoided her sensitive areas for the most part. Somehow, he caressed her little breasts whenever she was starting to feel self-conscious about her ck of size.

  ‘He’s so big!’ she thought, wiggling a little deeper into his embrace. His pectorals just felt so… nice! She fit easily between his shoulders. No wonder his bed smelled of so many different women. Why shouldn’t it either? A man like that, who could and did satisfy many women should have many women. To think anything else would be selfish!

  She yawned and blinked again. When she opened her eyes again, she felt less hoarse and a little more energetic. Being in that bathtub for so long after Rykard had put her in there had really taken a toll on her.

  The swooning smug woman thought to herself, ‘I really am quite great, aren’t I? Not every woman could have stayed put for hours like that. No, Sir, that’s something only the best can do and I am definitely one of the best.’ She smiled proudly to herself and closed her eyes. She wanted to bask in that scent. This bed was drenched in pheromones. It smelled like someone had gotten bred on that bed. ‘Wait, didn’t he say something to that effect? Ah, who cares…’

  She let Rykard keep exploring her curves. She also let him run his hands through her hair. She could feel that her braid had gotten loose at some point. Even dishevelled, she would look very cute, so it didn’t matter much. He gave her irresistible thighs a short squeeze, then nibbled on her ear and whispered sweet words to her.

  “You really are incredibly cute,” he told her what she already knew. It felt good to be validated, at least. “I know a woman that takes proper care of herself when I see her. A strong mage’s soul lies in a strong body. The fruits of your training are evident in your beauty and power.”

  W-well… he had good eye!

  Smiling, she let sleep cim her again.

  ‘Wait! I am being cuddled by Rykard?!’ her eyes flew open. Had she nodded off? Again? ‘Wait… wait, he spanked me! That stupid, broad-chested brute spanked me and then he… then he pinned me down and then…. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!’

  The brat was screaming in her own head. She tensed up. No, she had to pretend to still be asleep so he wouldn’t remove his broad arms! She needed him to remain right where he was for… reasons! Reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with that hot, half-hard thing that she was totally not wiggling her butt against! She totally did not enjoy it getting bigger! That was the st thing she wanted!

  Gah! He was moving!

  Rykard climbed over her. How dare he try to enter her line of sight with that handsome face and confident smile?! “I think you have recovered?”

  Maliande rolled over. She did not want to look at him at all. Annoyingly patient, he climbed over her again. She demonstrably looked away from him. ‘Why am I blushing! Stop blushing!’ she demanded of herself, pouted, and clutched the pillow.

  “You looked like you very much enjoyed what I did to you,” the ENEMY king flirtatiously stated and gave her thigh another squeeze.

  “I did not enjoy anything!” Maliande lied. He could never know about her well-kept secret. She never had longed for him, nuh-uh, and he certainly was not her daily auto-bondage fantasy! “You just took advantage of me, y-you-”

  “Maliande!” Rykard interrupted her harshly. His hand cwed into his leg. His big, strong hand was holding her by the thigh like something he was about to devour.

  “You just took advantage of me, Sir!” Maliande repeated without thinking about it. ‘WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!’ she yelled at herself. ‘STOP BLUSHING! STOP GETTING WET! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.’