“Oh yes… o-o-o-h yessss…oh… FUCK!”

  “Pets should know better than to speak like they’re people,” Rykard scolded his rope bunny.

  Ayama’s teeth snapped shut with an audible cck. From that point onwards, she was all deep grunts and high-pitched moans. A very good combination of sounds for her, Rykard found.

  Located in one of the endless array of rooms the cosmic stag’s carriage provided, the king was rewarding Ayama for her work and reimbursing her for a ck of attention paid to her the night before. Obviously, he had pounded the bunny dy for all she was worth, but he had been focusing quite a bit on getting his fill of the shortstacks.

  Said shortstacks were currently hanging from the wall. All four of them were roped up, ankles tied above their heads, wrists under their butts, and pussies on full dispy. Cecilia had brought plenty of toys with her and Helenn had soon picked up the principles of artifice in use. The result was that the angel, the queen, the toymaker, and their goddess all dangled from ropes, holes stuffed with buzzing toys. Ring gags kept their drooling mouths open. Their eyes were glued to the scene before them.

  Ayama had been tied up in a more eborate fashion. Interconnected ropes created a symmetrical harness that hugged the bottom-heavy hourgss of the bunny dy tightly. Everything came together in the thick bundle that put her arms together from the elbows downwards. Her outstretched legs were also bound in parallel.

  Laying on her stomach, Ayama was treated to a rough pounding from above. It wasn’t the usual hole either. Rykard had felt it appropriate to reward the masochistic, shrewd dy with anal training. As his submissives usually did, she was performing wonderfully.

  On every thrust, Rykard sensed the nearby buzzing of the vibrator he had stuffed in her cunt. ‘Toys open so many fun avenues.’ The thought was echoed in the orgasmic moans of the goblin on the wall. Just the test in an endless symphony of shortstacks orgasming from ceaseless pleasure.

  Their cries were the mere background melody to Ayama’s screams. Rykard knew he was getting closer with every hard impact on her jiggling bubble butt. Accelerating, he embraced the impending release. He only stopped when his balls tightened.

  White was his world and the cum he pumped deep into her. The deep satisfaction that washed over him was every bit as liberating as always. Letting out his held breath, he rexed and slowly pulled out of the quivering woman.

  A mental flick of a switch disconnected the vibrators from his mana. The moans in the room swiftly died down as the stimution ceased. “I’m taking a little pause,” he told the gathered submissives. “You just wait for me.”

  Stepping out of the pyroom, Rykard followed a corridor down to another door. He had never seen the door before, but that was just the usual. Opening it brought him to the stuffed pantry he wanted to find. A pitcher with fresh water was prominently dispyed on a pedestal. He grabbed it, poured himself a gss, drank it, and then yawned.

  ‘It is getting a bit te,’ he thought. ‘Should be about midnight. I always lose my sense of time on the road… we should be back at the Estate by noon at the test. Best not stay awake for too long.’ Rykard ughed to himself. “Ah, Miyo’s face will be priceless when I put Subana in front of her. ‘Are you serious?’ - I can already hear her. She’s going to try to look only mildly surprised.” He chuckled and took another sip. ‘Another hour and then-’

  Bright golden letters appeared before him.

  THE SECOND DIVINE GAME HAS BEGUN!

  ‘Well, that’s much better timing. I’ll be back home in a few hours either way. I can pn after. Unless the gods force me to redirect my attention immediately.’ Rykard waited for the divine to prove his thoughts wrong. More text soon appeared before him.

  “Contestants,

  Four locations have been provided once more. At each of those locations, a portal stands that takes you to the grounds of our second game. As before, the portals have been pced to give those among you currently behind an easier time attending.

  The reward of this game shall be the designing of the firmament, including the presence (or absence) of the sun and moon and the shape of the stars. Additionally, you will be granted restructuring to some of the Sea and Coastal Tiles. The second reward is a reaction to many of you sending us compining prayers. Never let it be said that we don’t listen to our pyers!

  ‘But you said they’ll stand forever’ - Yeah, I don’t care! What’cha gonna do, punch me? Good luck, I am the supreme deity around here!

  All who compete in this game will be allowed to pce their own Consteltion in the sky. Further, all that partake will be able to pce triple Hexagons from that point onwards. Others will have to wait for a month afterwards.

  Unlike before, the game will be revealed immediately upon entering and begin 7 days after the first person has entered. There will be no closing time for the partaking. Even if you arrive te, you will be granted access and the right to attempt to win, provided the game isn’t over before then.

  Hope to see you soon!

  The Organizer.”

  ‘Obviously, I have to attend,’ Rykard thought. Not only did he want the additional Hexagon size, but he also had an eldritch princess waiting to be turned into his three-dimensional cocksleeve that relied on him binding her to this realm. Inscribing his glory in the firmament and getting a new, loveable dick warmer in the process was entirely what Rykard was about.

  Plus there were several Contestants he wanted to see again.

  ‘Can’t miss out on the opportunity to tease Maliande again,’ he joked to himself.

  Then he returned to the pyroom to have a little more fun.

  The return to the Estate just got even funnier.

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  “Are you serious?” Miyo asked one of her eyebrows slightly raised. Outwardly, the redhead kept her composure, but Rykard saw the trembling of her tail tip. His Harem Queen was agitated, but not angry. Likely, the dispy before her was confusing her as much as it was turning her on.

  After all, her man had proven himself all over again.

  “It is indeed I, Subana,” the goddess introduced herself and deeply bowed. “My old titles matter not, know that I accept my pce beneath you, first of Master’s harem.”

  “I’ll admit that this is a really nice pce,” Vako commented, looking up at the painted roof of the main hall. “Like, really, really nice.”

  “Yup, way too good for us.” Cecilia decred.

  Miyo cleared her throat, then cpped her hands. The collective stupor of the gathered women was broken and they did as they usually did, bowing their heads in unison. “”We welcome home our Master,”” they spoke. With every woman added, the dispy became more enticing.

  The line had been reorganized in Rykard’s absence into the the cliques of his harem’s hierarchy. Miyo knelt alone in the front row. Vyra, Lyvia and Aclysia were behind her, a gap between them where Ayama would usually take her pce. One row further back, Helenn, Tess and the elven twins were behind Vyra, Hey behind the gap.

  ‘Soon enough, the entire hall will be filled with my submissives,’ Rykard mused to himself.

  “Would you like to inspect us?” the pregnant vixen at the head of the formation asked. It had only been a week, but checking on the development of his increasingly round haremettes was tradition upon his return. As was having an orgy and taking the rest of the day off. Rykard did not have time for either today.

  “The next Divine Game has been announced,” he told the gathered haremettes.”

  Everyone but Subana reacted with surprise at the news. Some gasped, others just tilted their head slightly. He hadn’t shared the news with those in the carriage yet, so only the goddess being aware was to be expected.

  Miyo rose off the floor without being allowed to. The situation had just changed drastically from their usual return py to a time-sensitive and serious matter. “Chatting in the bathroom will be more comfortable,” she announced. Everyone followed her lead. “Vako, Cecilia, Subana, we will find your pces in the household after we have discussed our next moves.”

  “”Yes, Harem Queen,”” the three answered in unison. They prepared their entire life for being in a harem, they knew how to harmoniously integrate themselves - or at least not to make any trouble.

  They moved quickly to the rge bathroom. The only one who even wore clothes was Rykard. Aclysia aided him in stripping down. Many other women were ready to do the same, but too many hands would have gotten in the way.

  Within five minutes, Rykard had moved into the bathtub. There was not even the slightest hope of fitting all thirteen of his haremettes into the king-sized sex basin. Hey was given the honour of sucking his cock, to prevent the succubus from starving. Everyone else kept their hands in decent pces, genuinely cleaning him, themselves and each other.

  “Our situation on the map is good,” Rykard pre-empted the question his first haremette and foremost advisor was about to pose.

  Usually, the redhead would have been quicker about pulling the intel she needed out of him. Distracted gnces kept shooting at Subana.

  “Believe it, it is her,” Rykard spoke to her thoughts.

  “I believe what I can see and I can see that she is divine,” Miyo spoke calmly and ran her hand through his hair. “I told you not to because I thought you would shoot for the stars and fall. My mistake to still doubt your ambitions.”

  “Did I ever tell you that I love you?”

  “You do not need to state the obvious,” Miyo whispered and put a quick kiss on his lips. “Now, Rykard, show me the map.”

  “Not much to see,” the king told her.

  “Only the ice dwarves appear to have expanded in the past week. The gateways to the Divine Gamer are located far away from us, but with Starlight that distance can be crossed rapidly and comfortably,” Rykard summarized what they were seeing, then groaned. “I missed your throat, Hey.”

  The succubus hummed around his manhood and remained right where she was: red lips around the base of his cock, nose pressed against his skin. That he had been using a simirly pussy-esque throat on his way home didn’t matter. Earnestly, it could have been any of his haremettes that was sucking him off at that moment for his statement to be true. He did truly cherish all of them and the efforts they made to make him feel good.

  “Mhm…” Miyo rubbed her chin and sighed. “I understand that you must attend?”

  “You sound annoyed by that fact,” Rykard commented. “You st used that tone when I was not obliging any requests.”

  Miyo lost no time to precisely formute her issue. “I am supportive of your harem but understand that we cannot keep increasing in size without some time to get to know each other. Strangers cannot integrate into a harem that is itself estranged.”

  The warning was clear: slow down for a little while.

  “I do also understand that your Princess of Yellow can only join at this time, so I will not recommend you wait. I will oblige you to the best of my ability but know…” Miyo whispered in his ear. “...even good girls are women and women will compete for attention, especially if they feel undervalued and especially if their competition has no bond to them.”

  “Wisdom received,” Rykard promised.

  “We will see about that,” Miyo spoke with some understandable doubt. “Let us move on to further pns. Shall I take it for granted that you will leave us with a Hexagon to add our glorious realm in your absence?”

  “I see no reason not to,” Rykard said with a shrug. “The follow-up question would be which of you will be left behind to undertake the diplomatic effort?”

  “Indeed,” Miyo confirmed and awaited his decision.

  After an appropriately long pause, the king announced his decisions. “Miyo, you will accompany me,” he told the redhead. The vixen simply smiled knowingly. For Rykard to go anywhere important without his queen by his side was unorthodox to the highest degree. She was not yet so pregnant that it was wiser to let her rest. “Additionally, Tess and Subana will come along.”

  Tess blew air out of her nose. “Looking to show us off?” she asked in her dry, sarcastic tone.

  “And what man would bme me?” Rykard asked, rolling his neck at the same time. Arriving with a former Contestant and a goddess was the best way to remind everyone in whose shadow they stood. The sooner everyone gave up and surrendered supreme authority to him, the sooner the world was right.

  “This will probably get you in cold waters with the dwarves,” Miyo cautioned.

  Tess had, in a petty move, blocked the dwarves from painting their snowfke pattern on the map by pcing Ocean Tiles in their way. “I could fix that,” Rykard said, remembering what the message from the Organizer had said. “Or I can just not care. They are of no threat to me. Maybe I’ll get their shortstack queen on my side?”

  “The little traitorous bitch?” Tess asked.

  “Don’t worry, she’ll be a good girl when I am done with her,” the king stated and closed his eyes. His cock tensed, shooting several ropes of thick white seed down Hey’s throat. “Getting stuck in the banter won’t serve us though. Before we see how things have developed, I want to hear from you three what purpose you will serve in my Estate.” He raised his hand when Vako opened her mouth. “Besides being smug, stabby, and fuckable.”

  “I knew that!” the goblin decred, then cleared her throat. “Obviously I am smug, stabby, and fuckable. I am also a chosen of that sex sve there.” She pointed at Subana, who was scrubbing her skin with a soft sponge. “I’m a great ruler, assassin, and priestess.”

  “Decent,” Cecilia weighed in.

  “You shut your whore mouth, woman, I can end you with a stab!”

  The royal toymaker rolled her eyes, then picked up where she had left off. “I’m an alright maker and researcher. That about summarizes it.”

  “Alright? No, no, no, no!” Helenn weighed in. “I already learned sooooo much from you! Together we can put a fuck machine in every household!”

  “That’s a beautiful thought,” Cecilia sighed.

  “Diminished as I am, I offer about as much as much benefit as an archangel.” Subana fluidly gestured towards Aclysia. “My presence will bring about what you sought when you accepted Helenn’s request, of that be assured. More women will be born in your nds, seeking to serve masters a quarter as grand as you are. Beyond that I am powerful and, although much of it was surrendered, I still hold some sway in the divine realm.”

  Rykard took all of that into account and put together his usual spell of presentation.

  “A good start.” Rykard casually put a hand on Hey’s head and thrust up into her mouth. The succubus was still blissed out from the cum she got to gulp down and made for a nice and willing fuck toy. “Miyo, what notable developments occurred in my absence?”

  “None,” Miyo spoke drily. “You were gone a week and your realm is vast. Opportunities for our efforts to make a true difference were few. This is in addition to the wealth and power being so evenly distributed that it is hard to know where a helping mind is needed.”

  Rykard hummed in agreement. With the Subbie Heaven joining his realm, he had banced out the hole in the Divine Favour of his overall nation, putting everything in a nicely banced state.

  “I suppose you will repay me for the ck of accomplishments during our journey,” Rykard teased his redhead. She grabbed his ear and gently pulled. The reprimanding gesture only motivated him further to do all the rough things he could still do before her belly got even rger. Already, he missed putting her down prone and boning her. ‘Something I will definitely do when it comes to pumping my second child into her.’

  Rykard enjoyed the widespread beauty of his harem for a minute. Engaged in eroticisms or not, the many gorgeous women who had chosen to be his were scattered around the room and sthered in soapy water. He wouldn’t stay to get his due enjoyment out of the gathering. Watching them for a bit was the least he could be afforded.

  Then, he raised his voice again. “It is time to see how I have grown.”

  That immediately got all of the women’s attention. Whatever they were doing, they swiftly finished it and then gathered up in a crowded semi-circle behind him. Only Hey remained right where he was. It would have been hardly a royal bath if there was no submissive sex sve bobbing or bouncing on his manhood.

  Continuous and great growth across all categories was a simple matter of life for Rykard. His Intuition and Diplomacy had sharpened after using his skills on the basis of what he wanted to do. He was Fated Master of Subana not because he made the best decisions by calcution but because he made the best decision naturally. Creativity and Logic, Stamina and Dexterity, his Capacity of keeping a harem and his sexual Dominance, all of that had risen tremendously.

  What perhaps mattered most were the advances he had made in recent days in regards to magic and crafting. After fighting Marik, he had begun to get a feel for it and after being exposed, so directly and repeatedly, to Subana’s divine presence new principles of magic had been revealed to him. He was applying some of it to his very own genome at that moment, recreating the blessing that Subana had bestowed upon the men of his nation through alchemy. Soon enough, what little imperfections growing up in the physical realm had created on his skin and below were going to be expunged. He would not just be himself, he would be the version of himself that ought to have existed.

  Even greater than this artificial facsimile of divine blessing was, however, the breakthrough he had in the field of Conjuration. Feeling Subana’s presence, studying her descend, analysing the very soil of the Subbie Heaven… it all made the impossible riddle that was the divines summoning a Hexagon to a new world a little less impossible.

  “What are you contempting?” Miyo asked.

  “Mhm… Subana, what are the consequences for messing with the conjuration of a Hexagon?”

  The goddess of fated submission smiled and csped her own hands. It was as if she was praying to his grandeur. “An attempt to cheat in such great a manner would be met with great amusement by the gods.”

  “And success?”

  “Even great amusement.”

  “You do not mean to…?” Miyo muttered.

  “I have seen much and theorized more. When something is conjured, it has a marked origin point. The summoning of the gods is endlessly more complex. Dozens of them weigh into the conjuration, lending their power to a spell that sorts all of the universes they govern for those that fit the phrase presented.” Rykard grinned. “Even I cannot weave such a spell, but if I can manipute the sequence that conjures to exclude the more unfavourable interpretations of my words…”

  “The gods love absurdity and success, Master,” Subana assured.

  “Then I will attempt it, next summoning,” Rykard decreed. “Now the question is… what will I summon?”

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  “Skilled nocturnal women banished by oppressive society to taboo library!”

  The decration of Rykard’s intent was followed by the usual build up of divine energy. Runes cascaded down from the sky, forming a divine matrix of symbols too complicated to be scanned by even the mage king’s eyes. Unbelievable quantities of energies poured into the two empty Hexagons.

  Behind their man stood Miyo, Subana, Tess, Vyra, Ayama and Lyvia. The first three were his companions for the journey, the tter three the assigned negotiators for this new Hexagon.

  A Hexagon that Rykard tested his new theory on.

  Eyes closed, he extended his hand. He did not touch the hovering runes and neither did he need to. His magical presence went far further than the reach of his fingers.

  The divine magecraft towered above his supernatural senses like a gargantuan pace. Magic streamed from one segment to another, creating channels that were impenetrable entirely because of the speed and business they dispyed. Rykard could have thrown himself against the wall and broken. He could have tried to fight through the crowded energies and got trampled.

  What he needed to do was dispy… finesse.

  Joining the stream of energy, he let it carry himself into the vast, interlinked structure of divine magic. His presence was noted instantly, several dozen gods hovering around him with intense curiosity. He ignored them and focused on his goal: to skew the living hell out of the result.

  The gods caught his intent and grew greatly amused. Rather than stop him, a select few nudged him along, turning the streams so he could more easily find the path of the magical matrix that was responsible for the target selection. Once he had found it, he injected as much of his own mana as he dared. His mind was opened to an infinity of outcomes. He forced it all down to a clear number before his mind could break. Then, he scanned the remaining number of worlds.

  One outcome was a society that was oppressive against ugliness, sending women that were rotten inside and outside into the library. Rykard had no use for that.

  Another outcome was a taboo library that was taboo even by Rykard’s standards. Book upon book of human sacrifice and its use in summoning the worst demons imaginable. Another choice easily discarded.

  A world where the nocturnal women were skilled at pegging.

  A world where the oppressed women were bloodthirsty vampires.

  A world where the library was alive and very, very hungry.

  Rykard eliminated those worlds from the selection, then finally came across his choice. Lit by divine favour, a library filling out the entirety of the two Hexagons rose from the others. He enveloped that world in his mana and dragged it to the spot in the magical matrix that would cascade into its recreation and the summoning of its inhabitants.

  Inhaling sharply, the king took two steps back. He was caught by Lyvia and Tess. Miyo stood next to him, a hand on her belly. “Were you successful?”

  “That you even need to ask,” Rykard answered with a cocky smirk.

  Before them, the Hexagon summon ran its regur course. Earth was piled, the water table soaked into the new soil, and then the buildings appeared. Buildings or building, it was difficult to say whether it was too many to count or one of absurd size. From grey ground rose gothic structures. The dark stone was aged from rain and ivy. Dark blue roofs y party colpsed, revealing within shelves that went from floor to roof and sometimes above.

  What was before them was no man-made structure. It was a fracture of a divine realm manifested onto a mortal pne, now copied into Rykard’s own kingdom. It was an expanse of knowledge so vast that it became incomprehensible. “What did you summon?” Vyra asked in awe.

  “What did I make the gods summon,” Rykard corrected, it was even more of a boast in his humble opinion. “My information is incomplete, I only know what qualified the Hexagon for my phrase - which is enough to answer your question. Behold, a fragment of the library of the Goddess of the Midnight Oil.”

  “I should warn you - an avatar of the goddess is very much inside.”

  “Of course there is,” Miyo chuckled, deeply amused. “As, you do not have time for this. Vyra, do not disappoint me.”

  The vampire dy bowed as deeply as she could without leaving the protective shade of her parasol. “I would never, harem queen.”

  “I believe you,” Miyo hummed. “Now, let’s not keep Starlight waiting.”

  Rykard nodded and turned to his women. Vyra, Ayama and Lyvia each received a deep but short kiss before the king turned to the impatiently waiting demigod.

  And soon they were on their way to the Divine Game.