Rykard grabbed both shortstacks by the plush of their backsides. Lifting them was effortless, their weight no challenge for his muscles. Queen and royal toymaker both were instantly smitten, panting heavily. Seated on his palms, his fingers pressing against and into their virgin womanhoods. They were dripping wet before he had even walked out of the door. The enormous tits of Vako and the rge breasts of Cecilia rubbed up, hot and soft, against his chest.

  “Point me to the nearest bedroom,” he demanded of the servants. “Time to y down my cim.”

  “”Yes!”” The attending shortstacks squeaked in unison. The leader of them, marked only by her swiftness to step forwards, continued. “The royal chamber is-”

  “You didn’t hear me correctly - I said the nearest bedroom.” Rykard curled his fingers into the sex sves, both of which began to drip.

  “Master, there is a bed in here,” Ayama reported, having peered into the chamber one door over. “It is clean and will serve your needs.”

  “Good girl,” Rykard praised her.

  “I am to please you in all I do,” the bunny woman answered with an elegant bow. “May I request that we are allowed to watch?”

  “You are allowed to do so and pleasure yourselves.” The gracious answer had the white-purple haired woman bow her head a little deeper. Holding the door open, she watched him pass with a feverish glint in her eyes. She and Helenn followed into the small chamber.

  ‘Probably Cecilia’s room,’ Rykard considered, noting the practical design of the small chamber. There was little in terms of furniture, a small desk with a few letters on it, a shelf stacked with personal projects and an array of proudly presented toys, and, most prominently, a bed. The mattress took up a good 70% of the room and was big enough that Rykard would have felt good sleeping in it with two other women. Something that he very much aimed to do.

  The shortstacks cried in surprise and excitement when they were flung across half the room and nded amongst the white sheets. Their little bodies bounced pleasingly. While breasts and butts came to jiggling halts, Helenn and Ayama sunk to the fluffy carpet. The touch of their fingers had them moan within a moment, a nice background sound while their Master scanned the shelf.

  “Come one, you’re breaking the whole flow of things!” Vako compined. “You should jump on top of me already.”

  “Do not presume to tell me what I should do, sex sve,” Rykard growled at her.

  “I’m not a sex sve yet, you have to stick that cock in me to make it official!” The brat took a short pause, a smug grin spreading on her face. “Ooooh, could it be that you actually have a tiny pecker inside those pants? Is that why you still have them on?.”

  Ayama’s moans came to a sudden halt. “How dare you speak in such vulgar tones to-”

  “I allowed you to watch and masturbate, not to talk,” Rykard interrupted her, then grabbed what he needed from the shelf. His eyes locked on Cecilia.

  “See, he’s getting to me first!” the gnome stated triumphantly. “It’s because you’re such a brat and I am obviously only useful as a cocksleeve. Any man can see that I should be filled with cum first.”

  “You’re just an opinionated annoyance is what you are!”

  Their bickering was interrupted by Rykard’s shadow looming over them. They gulped in unison. Cecilia gasped when he put his hands on her, pulling on her harness to more easily access the metal rings that kept it together. New strings were added in, expanding the network of leather.

  “Oh, by Subana, you’re so good at this!” Cecilia commented when he created a restrictive network within seconds. “Goddess, yes, stud, string me up, tie me down, give me no pce to go! I only want to be carried around by your big hands!” Her pink eyes were practically sparking with need. She bit her lower lips when he tied her wrists and ankles together behind her back. “Yessssshhhhh!” Was her final decration, before he ‘forced’ a gag into her mouth.

  Bundled for his pleasure, the caramel-skinned shortstack received a st touch in the form of an egg-shaped vibrator. The artifice tool worked off a remote battery - a remote battery the gnome conveniently wore on her already. Rykard just needed to grab the red gemstone resting between her tits and fill it with mana to activate the vibrator. Held in pce by a specialised, thin but broad string, the toy buzzed against her clit.

  “You’ll be second,” Rykard whispered into her ear. “Be a good girl and watch me plough the brat out of your friend. Go mad with lust. Ready yourself for the moment that your fated Master cims you, just as Subana intended.”

  Cecilia moaned something into the ball gag. It sounded like she was repeating the phrase, but Rykard had no way to know for certain. What he did know was that the goddess was watching. Her presence had once again grown closer, likely intrigued by seeing this long-term project of hers coming to fruition.

  “Are you done deying?” Vako asked, drawing the eyes and ire of her future Master towards her.

  Rykard’s annoyance was diminished by the sight she presented. Fantastic as her tits were, the goblin’s fat ass could not be called anything short of ‘prime meat’ either. On all fours next to him, the round cheeks hid most of her body behind their presented size. Green, round, and taut, the smug queen presented herself to him.

  “Starting to doubt that you got the spunk to be the fated Master. Stop smearing your precum all over your panties and start fu- AH!”

  Rykard’s hand came down hard on the rear of the bratty shortstack. The smack echoed in the small chamber. The fat ass of the curvy goblin jiggled like it was supposed to, advertising a few of her many qualities as a sex sve.

  “Was that supposed to- AHH!”

  The moment she got uppity again, Rykard smacked the other cheek. The hard impact had her throw her head back. Her ass rose into the air, inviting another spank - which Rykard withheld, waiting for the inevitable.

  “Okay, maybe you got just a little bit of- Oh, fuuuu-uuuck!”

  Two swift sps to her bottom made her pussy drip. Her green ass was swiftly showing red marks, the shape of his fingers visible among the tinges. The overflow of pussy juices fell onto the white sheets, creating an erotic stain between her legs.

  “Master, you got such strong hands,” the brat purred. “Please, more?”

  “Finally, the proper tone,” Rykard complimented her. Then, he delivered to her the spanking a brat like her deserved. Every time his palm hit the roundness of her firm yet squishy derriere she quivered more. The intense masochistic desires, unfulfilled for all this time, rapidly manifested.

  Interested just how far he could push it, Rykard kept spanking her. To his sadistic glee, he found her eyes rolling, her grin broaden, and her pussy becoming utterly drenched. She shouted. No words, just pleasure, that was all that mattered. One more smack and the shortstack came.

  Spasms had her tremble where she remained, still on all fours, still presenting her fat ass. Rykard still hadn’t touched her pussy at all. The virgin lips sat a prominent pink between the swollen reddish-green of her swollen mons. Her orgasm abated and the need in her eyes was clear, even manifesting as pink, heart-shaped lights on her pupils.

  “O-oh my…!” Rykard heard the stammering of a voyeuristic goddess. Raising his gaze, he smirked at where the concentration of divine energy seemed the densest.

  “I have barely even started,” he told Subana.

  The divine observer retreated, yet remained present, like someone peeking through the fingers they had raised to their face in feigned innocence.

  “Y-yeah, you barely even s-s-satisfied me!” Vako stammered. As her orgasm ebbed away, the smugness returned. A little bit of it, anyway. “You think you can dominate m-me with a basic spanking? Think again!”

  Her ass swung left to right, putting the squish of her bottom into motion. Rykard’s hand came down again. Rather than a harsh smack, a gasp of pleasure at his grip was heard. Grabbing the shortstack by one of her plump tits, he squeezed. He enjoyed the sensation of having his fingers sink into those massive mammaries again, then flipped the practically weightless greenskin onto her back.

  Lust manifested in deep, panting breaths. In through the nose, out through the agape mouth, every breath added to the symphony of debauchery in the room. Her skin glistened with the sweat of excitement and erotic torture. Thick thighs squished together, bringing her enough stimution to let out a depraved moan. Her enormous tits were parted by their weight. Blue eyes stared at her Master. Bowed over her, he cast a shadow over her bratty nature and her body. A fuckable, short package, that was what defined her.

  Rykard pulled his top off, The exposure of his muscles to the air had Vako gasp and Cecilia push out a delighted squeal. Affording the dark-skinned gnome a short gnce, Rykard smirked at her deeply aroused state. It wasn’t yet time to give her any further attention, however.

  Descending on the goblin queen, Rykard brushed his fingers over her lips. “Did you kiss someone before?” he asked, receiving a slow nod. “Training with your fellow submissives, I assume?” She nodded again. “Then you might as well have never kissed before.”

  Hot and soft, her lips welcomed his. Vako’s panting stopped, her breath held while he invaded her little mouth with his tongue. She was so small, her feet ending where Rykard’s cock strained against his pants. Her tits were huge, squishing in all their size against the king’s colrbones and upper chest. Rykard was a rge man in every aspect and his hands were like paws, sinking into her stacked curves wherever it pleased him.

  Her wild mane was truly fantastic to hold onto. Thick, bck, luscious, and cared for, the strands gave his curled fingers plenty to grip, while he showed her how a dom used his sex sve’s mouth. The training she had done made her adequate at meeting the advances of his tongue, but no submissive could ever emute the true dominating intent of a master, much less the king of all masters.

  Rykard pushed a finger into her virgin slit. The tight folds practically sucked him inside. A single digit was enough to make Vako buck against his hand. Wild quivers made her squirm underneath him. Without his permission, she couldn’t go anywhere. With his weight and his strength, he kept her pinned and kept on exploring her mouth.

  The addition of a second finger had Vako scream underneath him. Middle and ring finger curled, searching, finding, and then pressing against the sensitive spot on the roof of her slit. The base of his thumb pressed against her exposed clit at the same time.

  Fast, rhythmic motions filled the room with the wet sounds of a drenched cunt getting fingered hard. Vako’s previous quivers became extreme. Plump thighs pressed against his hand. Soon the overflow of her pussy turned into repeated gushes. Rykard ughed into the kiss. He had her squirting before he even took his pants off.

  ‘About time I get my fill,’ he decided and ripped away from the goblin. Twitching and giggling, the shortstack id on the now thoroughly stained sheets. Her eyes snapped to his cock when he removed his pants with a simple levitation spell.

  If Vako had any braincells left, they took a vacation when she beheld his size. “Cock!” she squeaked. “In me! Cock! Breed! Make mating sve! Goblin cocksleeve! Breed!”

  “I will breed you when and if it pleases me,” Rykard admonished her. “Now take the proper position and I just might give you every centimetre you want.”

  Vako pulled her knees up to her shoulders, then grabbed her legs to really squish her fat tits between her thick thighs. Her cunt and all that surrounded it was utterly drenched, her eyes incapable of focusing, and her smiling mouth steadily forming words of submission.

  “Make queen to sve! Glory to Subana! Goblin cocksleeve! Fuck! Mate! Choke! Press! Spank! Use! Use goblin! Goblin cocksleeve! Shortstack submissive deserves to be property! Am sve, please mark! Cum! Fill with cum!”

  “Such a lucky girl…” The dangerously close goddess commented.

  Rykard shot the disembodied voice another grin. It was enough of a warning for the divine being to pull back again. ‘If you wish to submit as well, all you have to do is manifest and offer your holes to my cock,’ he thought.

  If Subana heard him, she did not answer. Rykard focused instead on the goblin again. “Breed! Fuck! Use! Cumdump! Cocksleeve! Big dick goes in tight hole, please!” Vako kept on pressing out her pleading words. She really was a sight for dominant eyes.

  The wanton moans from the two submissives by the bedside got more urgent as their Master aligned his cock with the goblin’s cunt. The tied up gnome was glued to the scene. Rykard grabbed the ankles of the shortstack. He pinned them to the mattress. Vako’s cunt was a third mound between the smooth green of her round ass and thighs.

  “Use! Fuck! Penetrate! Use! Use! Use! Breed! Cum in gobbo!” Vako kept on agitating him, moaning while she rubbed her wet lower lips against the underside of his resting shaft. Her sex was heat itself. Every little ‘shlick’ over her wet lips mixed precum and pussy juices. “Ah! Master! Mast-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”

  Rykard pushed the engorged head of his cock into the shortstack. With her virginity, he cimed all the responsibility of protecting and providing for her. With her submission, he earned her realm. With her obedience, he became obliged to give her all she deserved.

  Fingering her had done nothing to prepare her for the girth of his manhood. Vako was every bit the shortstack sleeve Helenn was. Whichever god had first decided to give women this short the necessary internal flexibility to live out the size queen dreams deserved a good amount of worship.

  Rykard had to hold his breath and truly concentrate on slowly advancing into her. Less than halfway in, he pushed against her womb. Dense folds stretched as he pushed up against it. The pressure moved the babymaker deeper into the shortstack’s body in a process that was pure ecstasy for the green-skinned set of tits, ass, thighs and holes.

  Vako threw her head back and squirted intensely all over her new owner’s cock. Spasms made her huge tits quake between the fame of her stretched legs. Even her ears were fluttering. Her rolled-up stomach betrayed how deep his dick was inside her at every point.

  Finally, the base of his cock met the engorged mons. Rykard let out his held breath and dwelled in the surrounding tightness. It was downright oppressive but diminished gradually to a handleable degree. Her bumps and folds were still denser than that of a normal humanoid but had been spread out considerably by his length and girth, exposing numerous sensitive nerve endings. The tip of his cock kissed her womb. Every time he did as much as twitch inside her, Vako giggled like a broken slut.

  “Good job with choosing this one,” Rykard grunted a compliment to the goddess. “I hope all else you prepared for me will be just as tight and submissive.” The radiant presence hovered nearby, not answering.

  The grip of Vako’s cunt had diminished enough that Rykard could pull back. Part of her outer folds clung to him even as he pulled out, only to give when the constraints of biology reached their threshold. Bit by bit, he slipped out of her. “In! In!” Vako shouted, almost panicked. “Big cock! In!”

  Rykard put a hand on her throat. The asphyxiation immediately made her cunt clench all over again. “Enough of your words,” he admonished her. “Holes only talk when spoken to. Your mouth exists to be fucked and to moan for me. Everything else is for people.”

  He let go of her slender neck and pinned her ankle again. Vako’s eyes rolled up, as he penetrated her again. No words for her, no thoughts, just ying there, under him, and being taken.

  Rykard took her hard.

  Slow and hard at first, every thrust a slow retreat into a deep plunge, then ever faster as her deflowered pussy got used to his size. Her tiny form rocked back and forth underneath him. Soon, the entire bed was shaking.

  The fat ass of the short greenskin was rippling under the repeated impacts. Her thighs would have trembled as well, had her muscles not been in a constant state of rapid tension and rexation from the stream of orgasms Rykard was pounding into her. Hundreds of years of need and fantasy, which Rykard knew he was living up to.

  At the absolute top of his game, Rykard barely felt his own exhaustion. Despite the rapid, blurry pace he was setting, his lungs kept up. Neither the plunges nor the effort it took to keep the surprisingly strong shortstack pinned were a distraction to his consistent efforts to hammer against every sensitive spot he could find. Her womb was the obvious first target, every thrust against her cervix making the cocksleeve squirt. When that started to diminish in effectiveness, he changed the angle slightly, found a new orgasmic spot in her depths, and hammered her even harder.

  Like that, for minutes on end, letting the entire castle hear the orgasmic wails of their smug sovereign turned sex sve by her fated Master. The “PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!” of the repeated impacts was almost as loud.

  There were gentler stretches. Interruptions where Rykard allowed Vako to catch her breath while he fondled her thighs or pyed with her massive mammaries. Her hard nipples were delectable to suck on, her cleavage deep enough to lose his face in. Nibbling on her ear, kissing her lips, he drove the bck-haired shortstack mad. She would not leave the room quite the same person she entered it. Every kink she had, she would have etched thrice as deep into her brain. Rykard made sure of that.

  “Everything you ever dreamt of has been validated,” he grunted into her ear. “This is the start of the rest of your life. A fuckable bundle underneath me. My personal fuck toy. In the bedroom, you’ll only be a person when I allow it.”

  The announcement only made Vako squirt all over again. The sheets under her raised ass were utterly drenched by now. Around the rest of her, sweat had created an outline.

  “Do you want my cum? Answer.”

  “Cum!” Vako shouted the moment she was allowed to. “Cum! Inside gobbo! Fill gob with seed! Am seed tank! Semen dumpster! Breed, if please! Fill!! Fill! Fill womb!”

  Rykard chuckled, then accelerated into a final sport. Closer and closer, he got, his every nerve basked in pleasure by the merciless usage. His world felt like heaven and hell, his being wrapped in the fire of bliss not quite peaked.

  Among that delight, he felt softness press against his back. A presence peeked over his shoulder, down at what he was doing to the submissive. Arms were wrapped around him, clinging tightly onto him.

  Rykard was too close to pay any mind to that. His focus was on the folds that were practically sucking at his cock. His focus was on the impending marking of another sex sve. His focus was on pumping his seed into her depths!

  A final plunge just as his balls tightened. Cum pumped in massive ropes into the depths of the shortstack. Pressed right against her cervix, the seed went right where it belonged. Thighs and ass under him, Rykard remained right where he was, just enjoying the high. Vako was muted from the ecstasy, her body locked in a singur, quivering state of a magnitude only good girls got to experience.

  It took over a minute before Rykard deemed his cock had been wrung dry by the tunnel around it. Pulling out gently, he removed himself from her hole and then backed away entirely. Vako’s legs fell forwards, leaving her heavily breathing on the bedsheets. An excess of his enormous load escaped from her cunt, marking her thighs and pussy white.

  Her abdomen had also been marked. A pink, magical sigil was in pce, put there by Rykard at the moment of orgasm. Blessing his women with the health-boosting womb tattoo only felt correct.

  Rolling his shoulders, Rykard tried to locate the being that had hugged him from behind. ‘Subana again?’ he wondered. It would have been a closer touch than was appropriate for a goddess. She had snapped back again. ‘Mhm… I do wonder….’

  Rykard let the thought fade out. Such matters could be left for ter. He had a second shortstack to take care of first.

  His eyes fell on Cecilia.

  Gagged and bound, the caramel shortstack id in the corner of the rge bed. Her form, nearly but not quite as curvaceous as that of the still trembling goblin queen, was propped up against the wall. Large breasts heaved and quivered with every excited breath. Her knees twitched on top of the sheets, one of the few parts of herself that she could move somewhat. Wrists and ankles were tied together behind her lower back, forcing her to remain in an arched position. Her hips sometimes bucked up against an invisible lover, the stimution from the vibrator buzzing inside her cunt second to the delight she took in following all that happened.

  Wide with desire and something a little sharper, the pink eyes of Cecilia stared at the scene. She had been ordered to drive herself crazy with need and Rykard deemed that she was following that order adequately well. Little fangs protruded over the edge of the ball gag, sitting between her lust-clenched jaws. Had it not been for the expert set of bindings that decorated her short, squishy shapes like a harness, she would have been writhing around in her agonizing desire for something more than mere vibrations.

  Rykard approached, the eyes of the shortstack glued as intensely to his cock as the love of the watching duo by the bedside, Helenn and Ayama, was with their Master. Vako would join those ranks as soon as her re-arranged brain chemistry settled from her multi-orgasmic stirring.

  “From one toy to the next.” Rykard now loomed over Cecilia. He was immense compared to her at the best of times. Bundled up and squirming, she was especially tiny. “n the end, no matter how much you bicker with Vako, you’re just another cocksleeve for me to use, right?” Eager and rapid nods were her answer. The purple lips of the artificer glistened with saliva, her skin almost as much with sweat. “Tied up, helpless, ready to be taken, at my mercy - Just as Subana intended.”

  “Jst ashh Shbna intd!!!” The enthusiastic answer made it partly past the gag.

  Rykard’s hands came down with painful intensity on Cecilia’s thigh, grasping the squishy flesh hard enough that it spilled between his fingers. The previously half-tensed muscles became completely rigid, the dark-haired gnome thrusting her hips up obscenely as the sting of pain visibly pushed her over the edge yet again “Sex toys don’t talk unless their Master allows them to.” Cecilia was truly spasming now, her big ears perked up to take in all of his sweet, domineering words. ‘Good job on the cocksleeves, they sure are submissive,’ Rykard sent a magically reinforced prayer to Subana.

  ‘It’s not fair! It should be me, not her!’ a thought came back through the shortly opened connection. It immediately colpsed, either out of embarrassment or just because this was the workings of the divine. Rykard did not have enough blood in his brain to make that reading accurately.

  Teasing the gnome more was an attractive prospect, but his cock was drooling precum and his being yearned to use this crazy bundle of long unfulfilled urges to her fullest potential. “From the roots of your hair to the depths of your holes, you’re a hot sb of meat for me to sate myself on,” Rykard told her, his tone growing ever harsher the more she responded to it. “No, you’re not even meat, you’re below even that. You’re fuckable. A fuckable thing. That’s where your purpose stops.”

  Cecilia’s eyes rolled up for several seconds while his words soaked into her brain. Every twitching muscle fibre attested to the realization of the little masochist’s fantasies. Rykard pinched one of her nipples and twisted. Cecilia’s scream was muffled by the gag in her mouth and yet still loud enough to be heard outside the door.

  “From your hearing to your touch, you just exist for me to use and abuse you,” Rykard growled. His grin was reflected in his voice, his glee at watching the shortstack effectively mind break herself too evident to stay hidden. “I wonder if your goddess is as much of a breakable slut as you are,” he continued out loud. “Just waiting for the man that will finally demand the end to that purity of hers so she can be ensved, fucked, and bred by a true dom like she and her gorgeous, fuckable followers deserve. A goddess at the bottom of my bed. Well, a cumdump with divine powers.”

  His little spiel filled the room with a faint trace of divine presence once more. It was agitated, clear, and all too close for divine conduct. Rykard did not care. He did not care to look for her again either. His attention was entirely on the follower he was breaking into his personal fuck toy.

  “There’s a couple of uses for a pything such as you,” the dom continued, now thinking of and speaking to only Cecilia. When ciming a woman, it was only proper that his whole attention y with her and nothing else. “Let’s start with a warm-up…” Rykard bowed down to Cecilia’s ear. “...you’ll be a different person by the time I’m done fucking you tonight.”

  If the dark-skinned set of holes had been allowed to talk, she doubtlessly would have squeaked something along the lines of ‘YES, PLEASE!!!’. Instead, she only moaned for the pleasure of his ears, when he picked her up and tossed her in the middle of the bed. A little bit of manhandling for the sake of reminding her that he was dominating her not just mentally but physically as well.

  By Rykard’s estimation, Cecilia was the biggest masochist in the room, maybe even the second biggest masochist he had come across so far. A difficult determination to make. All of his women were at least appreciative of frequent spankings, and even the more extreme end was fairly crowded. Between Ayama’s love for having her ears pulled, Aclysia’s extreme delight in being of use to her Master and Miyo being Miyo, the competition was stiff. Certain was only that Tess won it.

  What was even more stiff was Rykard’s cock. The member twitched in anticipation of use, still glistening from the juices of the goblin who, even after several minutes, was still in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Rykard gave the green-skin’s tits a squeeze in passing, making her giggle and her toes curl. He would get back to her soon enough. The load he would pump into Cecilia would only be the second of many. Rykard was already formuting his pns for the rest of the day.

  ‘Once I had them both a couple of times, I’ll let Ayama and Helenn join in… Helenn first, a shortstack foursome is a must,’ he thought and pulled on one of the straps of Cecilia’s original harness. The material stretched in accordance with his design, getting moved from under her rge bust to the top of it. A sudden release had it snap into a new pce just south of her erect nipples, squishing the mounds together between it.

  Rykard angled his cock and pushed into the squishy crevice of her cleavage. He paused halfway in, basking in the sensation of her heat. Every trembling breath, every pounding heartbeat reached his hard manhood through her smooth and soft skin. Wordlessly, he reached down and removed the red gemstone from her harness. The buzzing of the vibrator stopped. The toned gnome wouldn’t need that source of pleasure anymore and the remote battery would just be in the way.

  The ck of vibrations was scarcely noticed. Cecilia was focused, her whole being, on the cock that emerged from her cleavage. Large as it was, his manhood protruded a notable amount from her breasts, sizable but not sizable enough to wrap around more than half of his length.

  “Just the appetizer,” Rykard moaned, rocking back and forth between her tits. ‘Subana must be picking her followers by breast sensitivity,’ the king thought, feeling the multi-orgasmic trembles of the cocksleeve underneath him. He was only fucking her tits and already she struggled to get her eyes to roll back down.

  If she was going to make it easy to break her horny mind, then he was going to exploit it relentlessly.

  As he was rhythmically thrusting, he loosened the gag in the gnome’s mouth. Removing it was a little difficult, her jaw clenching until she realized what was going on. it was swiftly discarded, tossed over his shoulder, and he switched positions.

  Cecilia did not know better than not to speak - Cecilia had forgotten how to speak in the first pce. In the short interim between Rykard rising from her chest and straddling her face, she was just a desperately panting sb of jiggling curves. Her tongue extended towards his cock, betraying the most delightful variant of madness there was: total and utter cock drunkenness.

  “That’s a good cumbucket,” Rykard purred when his heavy sack was received by venerating lips. They had not yet kissed, a reward he would give her come morning, and yet the new member of his harem of gorgeous submissives was not just eager to worship the spring of his seed - she was utterly mesmerized.

  While his balls got a tongue bath worthy of a king, his cock sunk between her cleavage again. Grabbing the mounds of flesh with both hands, he gave them a rough squeeze. Increased tightness and the lubrication of his earlier thrusts made this second use of her tits that much better. Hard and fast, he fucked her tits, only stopping when he felt like her tongue should do some more work.

  Getting used like that had Cecilia gush repeatedly. All this shortstack needed was a rge cock and getting her personhood revoked in order to cum her brains out. “Such a convenient, fuckable thing,” Rykard groaned.

  He adjusted his grip on her tits from two to one hand. His fingers cwed deep indents into her rge mounds, holding them with a tightness that normal women would certainly find uncomfortable. For her, it was just motivation to treat his sack to more of the pleasant vibrations of her cries.

  The fingers of his right hand found a new occupation, sinking into her cunt. Her tightness had long since pushed out the vibrator. Rykard struggled to even get two of his fingers into her. Forceful as he could be, with her virgin flower the dom erred on the side of caution, slowly getting her folds accustomed to his digits.

  The result was explosive. Between her treatment, the use of her sensitive tits, and now the first masturbation of a male, dominant hand she ever experienced, Cecilia melted. Screaming, she squirted, covering Rykard’s digits in her clear juices. Her Master picked up the speed of his short motions, rubbing the sensitive spot near the entrance of her pussy for all that it was worth. Release after release of orgasmic fluids was his reward, some of them possessing enough force to join Vako’s stains in a different part of the rge bed.

  “A little game, sex toy- if you manage to st five seconds without orgasm, I’ll start fucking you,” Rykard announced.

  There was no need to wait for confirmation. He was her chosen Master and, unless he seriously pushed it, he could be certain that she consented to his designs. Knowing no mercy, he immediately moved to masturbate her at rapid speed.

  One, tw-

  Cecilia came, the service of her tongue stopping for half a second, before she was trembling and licking in equal measure.

  One, two, three, fo-

  Cecilia came, her curves jiggling and her fts tensing, showing of all of the peaks and valleys of a lean and athletic shortstack.

  One, two, three, f-

  Cecilia came, the orgasm she couldn’t hold back gushing out as another spsh of clear juices breaking against her Master’s palm.

  O-

  Cecilia came immediately again, her back arching of the white sheets.

  On-

  Cecilia came still, without an end in sight. Rykard had to pin her down to keep her in a nice pce to keep fingering her.

  …

  Rykard did not even bother starting to count again, just retrieved his finger at the very st moment to watch the next gush of her pussy juices spurt out in an explosive arc. “An absolute hair trigger,” he mented, as if he could hate that, “incapable of even keeping her lust bottled up for a few seconds,” he pinched and twisted her nipple, worsening her intense aftershocks, “a punishment is in order.”

  Dismounting the bundle of pheromones and tight holes under him, Rykard sat down to her side. With swift and expert motions, he undid the remaining bindings, leaving Cecilia a physically free. The physical freedom was used to immediately grab her own thighs and pull her knees up to her shoulder.

  Her cunt, swollen and widened by his fingers, was on full dispy. Rykard was entranced by the twitching hole, one of the few goals in life that him and lesser men had in common. The fat ass and plump thighs that fnked it were equally mesmerizing, as were the rge tits squished in between her legs. Even when rolled up, some of the muscles of her stomach were visible.

  Most intriguing was her face, however. As with most shortstacks, she had that wonderful mixture between an adorably round head and an unmistakable mature facial shape. Wild bck hair surrounded a manic expression. Her pink eyes had become even more pale, almost blending in with the surrounding white. Her purple lips were spread in a mad, willingly broken smile. It was the kind of face only someone who had waited and wanted to be reduced to a thing could make.

  “Now, how do you suggest I punish you?” Rykard wondered. “Speak, fuckable thing.”

  “Put cock in Cecilia! Drive Cecilia into the sheets! Write into w that Cecilia has no rights! Leash Cecilia! Bend Cecilia over every surface in your house! Breed Cecilia! Breed Cecilia again! Keep Cecilia pregnant! Use Cecilia to clean cum out of other sex sves! Fuck Cecilia’s ass, mouth, and tits! Make Cecilia private breeding sow by w! Keep Cecilia shackled in a fuck machine! Eat food from Cecilia! Brand Cecilia! Infte Cecilia with cum! Use Cecilia as nursery! Choke Cecilia! Keep cock in Cecilia’s throat until she almost passes out! Walk around with Cecilia as cock warmer! Have Cecilia walk around the countryside covered in owner’s cum! Make Cecilia live off cum alone! Ask Cecilia to-”

  The rapid torrent of suggestions came to an end only because Rykard grabbed her by the throat and pushed down on her windpipe. Immediately the sex toy came again, her eyes rolling up. “What a fantastic list of suggestions… I have a better one. You get to answer with one word and one word only to this question: do you give up your personhood forever?”

  Rykard lifted his hand, letting her push out her answer. For that singur word, she was lucid, her voice clear, her intention unfalsifiable, her dedication and devotion paralleled only by the king’s other haremettes. “Master,” she swooned.

  Cecilia screamed, all sembnce of sapience leaving her alongside the air in her lungs. Aligned with her womanhood, Rykard pushed into her. His fingers had done barely any work to allow his much thicker cock to enter her. With a shortstack like her, insistence remained the key. The resistance diminished with every moment he remained inside her, showing her flexible insides what size of cock she was going to entertain for the rest of her life.

  Before he was even halfway inside her, he met her womb. Cecilia was the shortest shortstack Rykard had ever come across, barely measuring above a metre. It didn’t matter. Her insides were as stretchy and her folds every bit as designed to take all of him in as all his over short, busty, fat-assed sex sves. His cock kissed her womb, taking that first time before it was cimed from her lips.

  Shoving her babymaker deeper into her, Rykard introduced her to a pleasure that none of her practice sessions with even her roughest fuck machines could get her. Cecilia was locked in a perpetual state of bliss. Her body radiated heat. Sweat covered her from the roots of her messy hair to the tips of her curled toes. She was glistening, trembling at nearly the same frequency as the vibrator had, and she grabbed the sheets like a woman possessed.

  Like? No, she was a woman possessed. A woman possessed by the spirit of submission. Rykard was looking at a good girl straining against the mind-wiping ecstasy of getting her pussy filled up by the cock of her dreams. He was looking at a sex sve actively embracing every moment. He was looking at a cock drunk submissive committing every second to memory, etching the first penetration of her cunt into her very soul. Teeth clenched, she held on until he bottomed out against her swollen mons.

  Then Cecilia left her brain to the throes of pure ecstasy.

  Screaming like Vako had screamed, the caramel-coloured gnome reached a zenith from which the biologically intended pinnacle of female pleasure wasn’t even visible anymore. Rykard grinned wolfishly, basking in his own abilities as much as he marveled at the kind of women he had been blessed with.

  His seed churned inside his balls, ready to be released inside the vibrating thing underneath him. The desire was shoved down, demoted to the bottom of the stack by the pride of a Master that had his worthiness to prove. Her state was not a natural product of her hair trigger and kinks, it was his skill as a dom using that groundwork to its utmost. The sex sve was the material of his craft.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  The sounds of the pounding filled the chamber, the corridor, the entire pace. The rapid, rhythmic, heavy sounds were second to the sex toy’s orgasmic wailing at first. Soon he had fucked the st scream out of her. His thrusts were still growing heavier.

  Heavier. Faster. More accurate. The stretched folds of her shortstack pussy were covered in sensitive spots and he had them mapped out within seconds. Every time he adjusted his angle, it was followed by a spike in her orgasm. Whenever her pleasure showed even a sign of diminishing, he stimuted her in fresh ways, driving deeper into the set of holes that single word she had said.

  Master.

  Rykard caught a swinging nipple with his teeth. He nibbled just enough to hurt. He felt her pussy contract around his manhood. Releasing her tit, he grabbed the back of her head and embraced her tightly.

  Putting a shortstack in the mating press never got old. Rykard closed his eyes, opting to see nothing over the sweat-stained pillow, and concentrated all of his other senses on the fuck meat under him. Her heat. Her sweet smell. Her hoarse cries. Her tightness. Her cock-massaging, twitching, gripping tightness.

  Minutes passed. Like the queen before, he hammered the royal toymaker-made-royal-toy at the peak of his abilities. It was enough to shake the entire bed, causing the wooden frame to bang loudly against the wall. It was enough that just the sight gave Vako, Helenn and Ayama the necessary psychological stimution to orgasm from watching. It was enough that a goddess filled the room with her divine presence. Radiance flooded the chamber, ready to grant all that touched it virility like no other.

  Aggressively, Rykard shoved the magic away. A warning gre was all that he afforded the goddess of Fated Submission. “I don’t need any help to turn a submissive into my property,” he decred, then focused all that he was on the sex toy designated Cecilia again.

  The twelfth set of holes of the Master was only mating instincts now. She knew how to keep her position, how to wiggle her ass for pleasurable friction, and how to push out the occasional moan for his entertainment and that was it. Any and all brilliance in her pretty head was covered by a singur word.

  Master.

  “Sex toy,” Rykard pushed out. “Cum dump. Mine.”

  That were all the words he himself was capable of at this point. He was pumping in and out of her. The bed snapped under them, the mattress folding down the middle, but he just kept rutting into her. There was only one purpose to both of them. Their outlines were painted in sweat and sexual fluids in the stained, white sheets. An artistry a far, far second to the beauty of the breedable body under him.

  The end was in sight. The need to cum pushed further and further up, asserting itself even over his will. The drum of his heartbeat and the PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! of his groin smming against her bubble butt were all that filled his thoughts. Finally, there was no more holding back. He smmed into her one st time and the world went white.

  Cum rushed up his shaft. There was barely any pause between the individual jets of seed. He pumped her full with it. Eyes rolled up, body taut like a bow, the cum dump received every st drop of it. He flooded her womb and her tunnel before he was done. When the dots dancing in his field of view receded, he took a deep breath and pulled out.

  Cecilia sprawled out once he had wiggled out of the embrace of her legs. Her hands were still clutching a pillow she had found in the quivers of bliss. Now that he was no longer pinning her down, she was shaking intensely. Her eyes remained rolled up. Her mouth was agape in a lust-fuelled smile. Her feet pushed against the mattress, her thighs too taxed to lift her hips more than a few centimetres at a time. Her cunt was leaking thick white seed in absurd quantities. A sight for her Master’s eyes, complete with a new, cutely small pink mark above her sex.

  Rykard smiled to himself. With the back of his hand, he wiped sweat off his forehead. ‘I might even feel this tomorrow,’ he thought, then rolled his shoulder. ‘No, not yet.’ “Vako.”

  “Yesh?” the greenskin slurred and rolled onto her stomach and looked at her fated Master.

  There was a sembnce of recovery in those blue eyes. A good thing. Rykard wanted to pound into them just HOW correct they had been waiting all this time for him. He wanted their brains figuratively broken and, even then, only in the way that could be re-assembled afterwards. Then he would take them apart all over again.

  “Gob get more cock?” she asked, between innocence and unfathomable depravity.

  “Could not have put it more eloquently myself,” Rykard answered.

  “Yay! More dick in gobbo!” the sex sve excimed.

  She would get her bratty brains back together - just not before tomorrow.