It wasn’t until the next morning that Rykard had a normal conversation again.

  After several hours of fucking Ayama and Helenn back and forth, he had retreated for the night with the duo. They were still completely out of it, leaving Rykard was a rare case of untended morning wood.

  It appeared he was not the only one with that issue. Several other men, all of the men of the caravan if Rykard could trust his recounting skills, joined him for a morning wash in the massive fountain. They were hungover and, in some cases, very tired. Both symptoms were washed away by the crystal clear waters of the spring.

  “What a sight,” one of the men grunted.

  The comment was not towards his nude comrades, but the field of sprawled out bodies behind them. Hundreds of shortstacks sleeping next to and on top of each other. Truly a ndscape befit of Rykard’s kingdom.

  “Going to give us another speech on ‘this is your future!’?” Egerd asked jokingly.

  Rykard just yawned. “I don’t need to describe what you have lived, I’ll keep my speeches for another time.” The warm water continuously streamed from somewhere into nowhere. “You made good use of Subana’s boon.”

  “Gods, I never felt that alive and ready to breed,” one of the men said. “I probably knocked that shortstack up right then and there.”

  “You and everyone else,” another man chimed in.

  “Even if we didn’t, we’ll get plenty more chances!” A third man excimed. “I am taking that gorgeous set of holes home with me.”

  “Of course you are, the water would turn crimson if you didn’t,” Rykard spoke pinly. There was no ughter, nor was there shock. Why would the men fear the consequence of an action they had no intention of taking?

  They continued their bath, even after the first of the women woke up. Several of the shortstacks tended to them afterwards. Albeit nude, that service was non-sexual in its nature. Massages and fetching of food and drink were most of what they did. Rykard left the fountain once his haremettes woke up. The men altogether left their submissives to scrub themselves clean of all the marks of the previous day.

  Rykard, now fully engaged in breakfast, had questions. “You,” he pointed at one of the shortstacks nearby. She hastened over, staring at him with big eyes. Was she wondering if he would take her? ‘No, she just seems to be eager to serve in the general sense. “Tell me about this pce. I heard something about ‘her stabbiness’?”

  The follower of Subana, one of the short human women, nodded repeatedly. “Yes, the ruler of this blessed pce, Chosen of Subana, the Supremely Smug Stab Shortstack Sub Sovereign, her Stabbiness Vako..”

  ‘Vako, got to remember that name,’ Rykard thought. “When I entered the Hexagon, a stone told me about good girls encased in crystals. What is that about?”

  “The primary blessing that Subana has cast upon this nd.” The woman gestured towards distant crystals. “Those of us true of faith, virgin of body, and perverted of desire, are allowed to live in this promised nd. Here we await our fated Masters. Some found them back in our old world, men that took the pilgrimage to here sometimes were worthy. For most of us, however, we learn the proper arts of submission from the priests and angels of Subana.”

  “And to assure that these women arrive here, on the promised day that I summoned you, in the prime of their life, they are encased in divine crystal?” Rykard asked.

  The woman continued to no repeatedly. “You’re as smart as you are studly, my king! On the eve of their 25th birthday, a followed of Subana here is encased in crystal, all of them to be released once the first chosen is taken by her fated Master. The Smug Sovereign lives with her immortal court of the true chosen of Subana in her pace to the south of here. She ensures that there are always priestesses to teach us.”

  “This Smug Sovereign sounds great” Helenn suddenly butted into the conversation. Clean and smiling, she floated up to Rykard. “Master, Master, obviously you are meant to take her in all senses of the word. You are the chosen one! Go get her! All the good girls are belong to you!”

  “I have to leave some for the others,” Rykard answered with a haughty grin. “Not this one though. Subana promised me two new sex sves on his Hexagon.” He pushed Helenn down to his p, where she swiftly wrapped her huge tits around his manhood. “This is proving to be a very productive trip.”

  While Helenn busied herself with staining her freshly washed cleavage with new precum and saliva, Ayama approached her Master. “Should I arrange for the traders to take us there?”

  “No, we will be using Starlight,” Rykard told her. “I am not letting my next cocksleeve wait any longer.” He groaned when Helenn gave his knob a pleased lick. Then, he picked her up and conjured his ride.

  In Starlight’s Carriage, the three day journey was reduced to just half of one. The ft pin allowed the celestial stag to go at its maximum speed. Nothing obstructed them. The very world was designed for his hasty arrival.

  The pace came into view swiftly. It sat atop the white mountain, a structure of brown stone. It reminded Rykard of the ruins of ancient empires that could sometimes be found around his old homeworld. Markers of civilizations that had been on the world before or that had been conjured during that realm’s own creation games.

  Unlike those ruins, the pace was dispyed as it was by choice. The solid stone walls were covered only in haphazard decorations like strips of cloth or tribal paint. Several dozen cultures had been boiled down to a shared, shamanistic tradition there. That was Rykard’s feeling at least and it only got stronger the closer he got.

  There, at the summit of the mountain, this Vako and her followers would have received the blessing that made this nd the storage and training grounds for the good girls of the future.

  There was no road upwards, but Starlight Wandering All Worlds did not need it either. The wheels bumped over the exposed stone, yet the carriage itself remained quite stable. While there was no road, there was a gate, fnked by two shortstacks in full armour.

  Starlight could get up the mountain, but it could not fit through the gate. Rykard had no choice but to disembark. The two knights held polearms thrice their own height. Their metal pte was practically hammered to the shape of their enormous breasts. Red hair spilled out from underneath their otherwise closed helmets.

  The holy symbol of Subana was proudly dispyed on their chests. To the uneducated, it looked somewhat like a double helix. Rykard, however, recognized a bondage harness when he saw one. Golden strings connected rings, creating the form of one of the truest articles of ‘clothing’ a submissive could wear.

  The knights stood there unmovingly, awaiting Rykard’s next move.

  The future king of all doms smirked.

  A half turn left had him face Ayama. The bunny-eared dy met his gaze and immediately blushed as if she had just peered at the core of a secret of great depravity. She did not move when he grabbed the sash of her kimono. She only moaned when he removed the expensive article of clothing from her, leaving her as naked as the day they had stepped into this Hexagon.

  Turning the other way, he was face to face with Helenn. The hovering shortstack visibly shivered when their eyes crossed. Her clothes were just as simply removed. Why had they even worn them in the first pce? Simply so Rykard could strip them off, that much was obvious to him.

  Stuffing the discarded clothes into a dimensional pocket, Rykard stepped forward. Stray gazes acknowledged the two guards, before focusing on what was behind the open gate. The short and stacked knights quivered, making their ptes rattle. The sound followed Rykard when he stepped into the pace proper.

  Magic hung thick in the air. A divine aftermath of the time-halting magic that had been pced on top of this pace before. The very magic quivered in his presence. The veil to the Divine Realm was thin here, thin enough that Subana could yet again direct her attention to him. An attention he demanded.

  Where Rykard walked, conversations ceased. There had been chatter in the pace before he had entered. Constant talk between shortstacks, bratty, smug, shy, and all the other fvours of good girls that there were - all of it silenced by his presence.

  The Master kept smirking to himself, keeping his eyes fixed well ahead, yet strictly aware of the growing crowd behind him. Swelling sounds of footsteps and the arousing scent of pheromones filled his senses. Women who had dreamt of their dom finding them were naturally attracted to him. Like moths to the fme, they flocked towards him. Consciously they must have known that he was not their fated Master. Even if they did, they chose to walk along. They had to know what happened next.

  The pace was a yered structure. Simple stairs of stacked stones rose step by step towards the top. Rykard’s ultimate goal became swiftly visible. A green thing, sitting on a throne, located atop the highest pce of the mountain. Divine energy flowed around her. If that wasn’t enough to prove who she was, then the smug little smile certainly did.

  The goblin woman was the distilled perfection of her kind. Messy, bck hair made her head, already rger by proportion than that of taller humanoids, appear even bigger. Big, green, pointy ears poked out from the wild tresses. Big, blue eyes and pinkish lips broke up the monotony of colour.

  Her tits were enormous, basically as rge as her head, and her thighs were wonderfully thick. She had her knees pulled up and her hands on the armrests, dispying herself. Yet, the pelvic curtain of her ornate blue dress hid her womanhood and her nipples.

  That smile reflected that she knew he wanted to see.

  “Finally managed to find your way here?” the goblin asked, her voice a bit on the squeaky side, yet not cking femininity. “I thought you got lost or something. I mean, it’s all too easy not to follow the straight road.”

  Rykard gnced over his shoulder, at his companions, then demandingly directed his gaze to Vako. “You’re overdressed for this meeting, your Stabbiness.”

  “So eager to see,” Vako purred, a mocking undertone to her voice. “Can’t bme you, my green titties brings the fated Master to the yard.”

  Reprimanding her would have been a waste of sylbles. A smug and sassy woman she was, but not a disobedient one. The dress she wore was quickly discarded, revealing her curves in their entirety.

  Naked, her tits looked even better, even bigger. A wonderfully squishy pair, sagging gently according to their weight. Greenish-pink nipples hardened, and her womanhood swelled with excitement. Rykard got a nice glimpse of her ass between her parted legs.

  Rubbing his chin, Rykard inspected the goods for as long as it pleased him. Vako took the opportunity to chat irreverently, breaking the otherwise total silence of the circle of pace inhabitants that had now formed around the pteau the throne stood on.

  “Drink it all in and consider carefully what you do next, ‘cause if you’re not the fated super stud then the door is right behind you.” Vako tilted her head when he took a step forward. “Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of getting stunned by the ck of blood in your brain, you’re coming right at me?”

  Rykard took one step to climb onto the ptform. The volume of Vako’s hair made for an excellent handle. He forced her head back. The smug smile stayed, only complimented by a pinkish hue that took to her cheeks. The sun was at its highest above the mountain, casting the shadow of Rykard’s bowed form over the greenskin. She was tiny, standing blowjob height, yet softer in all the right pces than most women.

  “Are you just a nice set of shoulders or is there anything in your skull too?” the woman asked.

  Rykard decided to just lean in closer. The proximity of his lips broke the smug exterior, her lips parting eagerly to receive a kiss that he denied her. She whined, their lips just a finger’s width apart. “You must be very impatient,” the king whispered to her, “but we do this at my pace.”

  Before she had the chance to respond, Rykard picked her up and put her back down in his p. The king sat on the throne now, resting one hand on the pliable breasts of the shortstack. Neither smug nor stabby, the shortstack sovereign was panting now, making all the noises a submissive ought to make.

  “And why are all of you wearing clothes when your queen isn’t?” Rykard asked out loud and snapped his fingers. “Do you think yourself better than the sex sves of the king of your future masters?”

  The questions had an immediate impact. Clothes were stripped off, armour cttered to the ground, and some outright ripped things off of themselves. Even jewellery was tossed to the ground, all in an effort to get themselves as naked as possible. The crowd of naked shortstacks pleased Rykard greatly.

  “In the world that I shall make, only neckces should adorn you,” Rykard spoke simply, his voice carrying far beyond its volume. “I swear it by Subana, you will prance around naked, marked by the tag of your Master, and that shall be all that is required to know who you belong to. None shall touch you but the one you submit to.”

  The nexus of divine might around the throne intensified, as Subana’s interest was stirred by the promise. The goddess herself was close, almost close enough to manifest as an avatar, and certainly close enough to hear a prayer of her followers.

  “Pray for the health of the men that you shall belong to,” Rykard instructed them. “Wish for their virility and endurance, for they will have many women besides you! I am king Rykard of New Eden and my realm is the realm of your fated Masters!”

  The nude shortstacks dropped to their knees. Even Helenn and Ayama did. They csped their hands in prayer, expressing thanks towards Rykard and even greater thanks towards the heavenly entity that hovered above - the goddess of good girls that had enabled them to live to experience this historic moment.

  Subana must have been touched. ‘No, I am just that good,’ the king praised himself and witnessed a second shower of blessings in as many days. The goddess of fated submission’s divine might rained on the men of the kingdom. Rykard could see it as celestial dew, raining from a clear sky. What had been granted the day before was reinforced.

  That blessing also touched him, but it added little to his lovemaking capabilities. Still, it allowed him to estimate what manner of change the other men in the world now experienced. If the average, healthy male could get out two big loads a day before, it would have been elevated to five from the blessing the previous night and now raised all the way to ten - and that was just counting those orgasms where the quantity of seed was ‘proper’.

  The radiant rain persisted for a whole minute, before ebbing away. Rykard closed his eyes and imagined it. All over his kingdom, men found themselves twice blessed and thrice needy. They would know better than to do anything undue with that desire. They would prove themselves, eager to earn themselves as many women as it took to satisfy their new libido.

  All over New Eden, harems were created as he sat there. The thought filled him with glee. His goal was in motion as he sat there. The sensation of Vako’s soft, warm breast under his right palm pulled him back to his own, glorious reality.

  Cupping the green sphere of pliable flesh, Rykard felt and enjoyed the heaviness of it. “Gonna do more than grope me?” the goblin asked, between mocking and desperate.