The divine energy above remained thick. Subana remained watching, just as the Hexagon was not yet Rykard’s. It was not truly his until Vako was, it appeared, and she was not yet bouncing on his cock.

  Nor would she within the next minute. Rykard brushed back some of the hair of needy shortstack. She was trying to retain the smug exterior, but that was just a thin veneer over a core that had waited for several generations to finally be cimed. How much was his scent driving her wild? She must not have interacted with men in a long time and he was more than just A man.

  “I was promised two submissives,” he whispered to her. “Can you provide that for me, vassal?”

  The soft tone of his voice melted something in her brain. From pretending to be smug to being completely at his fingertips. “Uhm, yeah, sure… Yeah!” She forced the energy back into herself and jumped out of his p. “Cecilia! Your queen demands your presence!”

  Silence.

  “Cecilia… seriously, is Cecilia missing all of this?” The many members of the crowd were slowly awakening from their reverent stupor. Heads turned in search of the mentioned woman. “Urgh! Come along, Rykard, I’ll show you my royal toymaker so you can make her into a royal toy!”

  “That sounds splendid,” the kind answered, then walked behind the swaying, jiggling, fat ass of the goblin. With him came his haremettes, of course, as well as three naked goblins that he had to assume were servants of the queen.

  They entered the pace through a doorway. Despite the shortness of the inhabitants, the corridors were pleasant enough for Rykard to walk through. The same could not be said of the furniture, however. Living with wardrobes and closets two sizes bigger than themselves would have likely been a pain.

  “Tell me about yourself,” Rykard requested, as they walked.

  “And here I thought you just wanted me for my body,” Vako joked.

  “I know what you want in me and I am living out who I am,” the king answered with his typical, haughty smile. “Now that I am bending your pretty little mind to my will, it's time I learn who you are, my fated sex sve.”

  The flirtatious tone he used had the naked goblin queen tug at her hair in happy embarrassment. “The short of it is that I was born into a tribe of pure goblins… you know, the very ugly cave-dwelling kind?”

  “I regarded those as legends,” Rykard confessed.

  “Nah, definitely real, you only get the hot stuff like me when there’s interbreeding - which rarely starts consensually. Ugly stuff. Anyway, I was born into such a tribe and they all called me ugly.”

  “I hope they’re all dead?” Rykard asked.

  “They don’t call me stabby for nothing,” the goblin said with a dangerous little grin. “No, but actually what happened is that one day adventurers raided the cave and exterminated all of them. I surrendered, buuuuuuuut, the party was all female and headed by a really, really strict cleric so they stuffed me into a monastery to civilize me!”

  “Boooo!” Helenn commented. “Booooo, I say! Good girls deserve to be found by hot, single adventurers!”

  “Yeah! Didn’t happen to me though. Instead, I was stuck in that monastery and decided to find all the books the crusty old hags didn’t want me to read. Soon, I found the revetions of Subana, upon which I snuck out and journeyed across the nds to this here mountain, where I founded my own little Submission Dominion, waiting for my own fated Master.” Vako grinned. “Pretty awesome, right?”

  “It is quite a tale from rags to riches,” Ayama chimed in.

  “Do not worry, all of this was leading up to today.” The promise made Vako blush again. Blush and smile, agreement reflected in her eyes. Whatever her past was, once she had taken to this faith, this destiny was written.

  Vako stopped in front of a door and, with surprising strength, kicked it in. “Girl, the fated Master is here!”

  “That doesn’t mean you have to kick down my door!” a second voice shouted back. “Wait - the fated Master is here?!”

  “Hello,” Rykard stepped into the workshop of the royal toy maker. As expected, the toys were, universally, of the sexual variety. From harnesses to dildos, butt plugs, and ring gags, everything was around. ‘I’ll take stock of it all ter,’ he thought. He had been low on BDSM supplies since he arrived in this Hexagon, a plight that now had its end.

  Cecilia herself caught his gaze a moment ter. She was a gnome and an unusual one at that. Short and stacked, like all the others, but of darker skin. Her hair was bck and messy like that of Vako, her eyes a bright pink, and her lips a deep purple. She hurried to take all of her clothes off, tossing the st aside just as Rykard got to inspecting her body.

  She was a toned woman, with a nicely defined stomach. Arms and legs had little in terms of definition, especially the thighs, which could simply be described as smooth and plump. Her breasts and ass were not quite as enormous as that of Vako, giving her a slightly more ‘conservative’ build - as conservative as shortstacks could look.

  Although her clothes were off, some articles remained. A purple choker covered her neck, attached to a harness of sorts that surrounded her light brown breasts. Thick, metallic bracers covered her lower arms, humming quietly with the processes of advanced artifice. They were likely powered by a small red gem that was nestled in her cleavage.

  “It’s an honour meeting you, fated Master!” the royal toymaker greeted him. “I’m the top shortstack around here, that is if you start the list of sexiest at the bottom.”

  “Self-deprecating, mhm?” Rykard squatted down in front of her and grabbed her cheeks, The second he did, her pink eyes widened, dispying a little something deeper within. She hid it swiftly again behind a yer of elegance. “I’ll see if I allow you to insult my property.”

  “Make me!” Cecilia shouted, even as he moved her head left to right, inspecting her like a broodmare he was considering for his stable. “Seriously, just make me your bitch! That’s where I belong anyway, rowed up right next to Vako and that cute angel of the best goddess behind you!”

  Helenn sniffed. “I am home… so many good girls….”

  “You’re an artificer?” Rykard asked.

  “Yes, Master!” She was already using the M-word, which caused Vako to roll her eyes. “Pretty decent at it too!”

  “Pretty decent… you should see what her toys do to the average courtier,” the queen bumped shoulders with her toy maker.

  “It’s most fun when they lose the key and are stuck just… gushing.” Cecilia let out a dreamy sigh. “So do I pass the test?” She asked, practically jumping on the spot. “Am I property? Yours? Specifically?”

  “Get in line, me first!” Vako stepped back forwards, grabbed Rykard’s other hand, and pced it on her fat ass. “The queen gets pounded first, it is decreed!”

  “You’re no longer in charge here!” Cecilia shot back in a friendly tone.

  “I am until he cims me, so he has to cim me first!”

  “Or what?”

  The question shut both of them up. Blue and pink eyes stared up at him, completely pulled in by him using his dominant voice for the first time. It was like he had filled the room with a thick cocktail of alchemical drugs. Speaking in a matter equal parts endeared, threatening and demanding had that effect on complete and utter bottoms like those two.