Lyvia watched him approach. Diligent as always, she did not move from her spot until he had given her a dismissive wave. “I take it your endeavor was successful, Sir?”

  “That you even have to ask,” Rykard chuckled and gestured behind him. “Did you not see that opening move?”

  “I see that you return unharmed. That is more indicative of success than a strong opening.”

  Rykard pulled the slightly taller woman against his chest. Hand in her hair, he cimed her blue lips as his once again. For all the disciplined talk, she melted in his touch the moment he started to apply the slightest bit of pressure. The hard chitin that covered her chest made room for the squishy softness of her rge tits. Gleefully, her tail flopped in the grass, while he took a handful of her juicy ass and squeezed.

  The kiss broke, a strand of saliva between their tongues stretching, and ultimately breaking as well. Lyvia was panting, her pale blue eyes gssy with desire. “I did win,” Rykard told her. “I took that city all on my own. I broke their defenses, their morale, and their spirit. I did it all without a single casualty. What do you think is the proper way to greet your man after he did all of that, hm?” Lyvia dropped to her knees and let her monstrously long tongue hang from her mouth. “Good girl.”

  Rykard unzipped and took the oral invitation. Gripping her by the handles extending from her head, to call them horns after she had mutated to fit his palms specifically felt inaccurate, he sheathed his cock in her throat.

  “Yeah, that’s the life,” he groaned smugly and just enjoyed the moment. He would just stand there and let the writhings of her abyssal throat push him over the edge. Eyes closed, basking in victory, he felt the pleasure mount.

  “Got one moment for me?”

  Rykard opened an eye to look at the Shaping Lady. “Teleportation?” he asked.

  “Within the bounds of this Hexagon. Got to be everywhere if I am to whip a city in shape,” the otherworldly dominatrix answered. “What a good girl, by the way - no need to breathe?”

  “Gills and magic.”

  “Kinky.”

  “Yes… one moment.” Rykard thrust in and out of Lyvia’s throat a few times. That was already enough to send her over the edge, the presence of his hot cock in her sensitive comfort hole having put her right up to it. The throat tightened around him. Spasms massaged his length. Ropes of seed shot down into her stomach.

  Once his balls stopped tightening, he pulled out of the cocksleeve. Loud slurping sounds filled the air. It ended with the loud pop of a breaking vacuum. His half mast found its resting pce on Lyvia’s face. The leviathan sve worshiped him with her dextrous tongue. She tried her best to get him erect again. Within a few minutes, she would succeed.

  “Alright, what can I do for you?”

  “Oh no, I’m not here to ask anything from you. You wouldn’t give the kind of answers I like.” The Shaping Lady smirked with appreciation at the scene. A fellow dom’s opinion was a rare thing. “I’m here to tell you about two things. For one, I have assumed leadership over this city. Expect me at that little gathering you’re putting together. More interestingly, I was sent here with this.”

  The Shaping Lady pulled a midnight blue bundle of fur out of the air. It sparkled from within with cosmic light. Rykard recognized it immediately as a part of the stag that he had summoned before meeting Lyvia. Even just this bit of hair radiated the presence of the demigod.

  “Starlight Wandering All Worlds has sent me with an offer of a concord, conjurer,” the Shaping Lady revealed. “Should you be powerful enough and willing to take it, it will carry you on your journeys. Within your realm, no journey shall take longer than 3 days. Outside your realm, its speed will be diminished, but still much faster than your legs could carry you.”

  Rykard did not have to think once about it. “Hand it over.”

  The moment the bushel of hairs touched his hands, an eldritch cold rushed up his arm. A fragment of the Conjuration Realm, imbued with enough power to decre its own will, offered a permanent connection. He would become a tether into this realm and it would heed his call. Their destinies would be intertwined, within the boundaries set.

  Starling Wandering All Worlds offered transportation, nothing more. It wished to see this world as it was shaped. It wished to see him succeed.

  Rykard reached out and pulled the bundle of hairs into his own essence.

  In an explosion of light and magic, the world by their side rend open. The gap swiftly cooled in illumination. The rim remained a sparkling, swirling frame of gemstones and golden sand. Within it was just darkness, darkness out of which the ten-legged stag rode. Its elongated, midnight blue form pulled behind it the massive carriage of mithril and gold.

  “WORTHY.”

  “Of course I am,” Rykard stated, then picked up Lyvia. No reason not to move his reward time to a more comfortable pce of luxury. “I’ll see you at the meeting then.”

  The Shaping Lady bowed her head in respect. “Blessings upon you, conjurer.”

  Rykard had contracts in the past.

  Small ones, with little entities that barely had something akin to autonomy. They wanted to py around for a little bit in his world and he wanted to have a companion. It had been during the lonelier period of his life, between the ostracization of his siblings and finding the love of his life in Miyo. The entities had kept him occupied when thoughts of taking his frustration out on the world had become overbearing. They had been like pets, wild ones, that left to go somewhere else after a season.

  This was entirely different.

  Connected to his mind now id a vast, eldritch intelligence. The two were separated by yers upon yers of different understandings of the fundamentals of the world. For all that Rykard tried, the wall was solid. He was, fundamentally, material. All of his experiences were grounded in the realm of action and reaction, where things moved according to traceable phenomena.

  Starlight Wandering All Worlds was nothing like that. An entity from a realm of raw energy, concepts, and the fragmented thoughts of lost souls, the cosmic stag only existed within the confines of a physical pne when it chose to. To it, a body was a novelty, a joyful experience enjoyed in short bursts - like unhealthy foods or violence. It was immaterial. Solid rules were amusing to it, a change of pace from the usual interpretations of a fluid stream of events.

  Rykard learned that much just from pushing against their boundary. The entity eventually rebuked him, like a friend rebuked another friend that was being a bit too handsy. No words were exchanged. Granted, even Rykard could only take a word or two of the entity at a time.

  That being said, even if they could not communicate verbally, they could send back and forth impressions and images. That was enough to put a pn together.

  It was the end of the night when the castle came back into view. A trip that took Rykard two days on foot took less than ten hours in the carriage. More than that, the endless, changing rooms within offered all of the luxuries and meals he could have asked for.

  ‘Now I am traveling in style,’ Rykard thought, standing atop his gold-silver, glowing carriage. Behind him was Lyvia. The leviathan dy was only allowed to wear clothing because she had sucked him dry half an hour earlier. That had been his morning sex for the day. ‘This will make it much nicer to go pce to pce. No more bed camps on stone, no more deciding between two hour orgies or making meaningful progress on the walk, no more conjuring food and water, just lounging and rexing.

  Only hindrance was that the cosmic stag had clearly stated that the contract was for travel. In other words, he did not get to summon this carriage on its own just to enjoy its commodities. Oddly enough, this meant he would live better on the road than he would live off it.

  An oddity he was most certainly fine with.

  The sun rose to their left, a golden disk radiating warmth and light that gradually rose over the horizon. Rykard stretched. “Ready for a dramatic entrance?”

  “I am ready for everything you order, Sir,” Lyvia answered in her typical rigidness.

  Starlight Wandering All Worlds suddenly accelerated. The steady pace was repced with a sprint. Ten mighty, bck hooves trambled the ground, making the gargantuan carriage jump and rattle as it was pulled over the uneven soil.

  The fortress up ahead got rapidly bigger. Rykard could hear the arm screams first as a distant echo, then as a nearby multitude of voices. The regiments rapidly got into defensive position, not knowing what was going to happen.

  “They still doubt you, Sir!” Lyvia shouted over the howls of wind drag. “They must think you lost and that the elves are unching a surprise assault!”

  “Then let’s shatter that doubt once and for all!” Rykard shouted back.

  The cosmic stag suddenly and intensely swerved left. The carriage was thrown up. Rykard and Lyvia leapt at the st moment, adding the strength of their legs to the momentum that catapulted them into the air. At the same moment, Rykard dismissed his summoned steed. It dissolved behind them into a cloud of gemstones and starlight. A proud bleat echoed through the air.

  Rykard and Lyvia nded atop the walls. Casually on his feet, the king hit the ground walking. Behind him, Lyvia had to counteract the force of impact by rolling it off. She was right behind him once she was on her feet again, her tail warningly smacking the sparkrifle out of a nearby soldier’s hand.

  “Do not aim your armaments at your king,” she warned them.

  The soldier immediately saluted. “My deepest apologies!”

  Lyvia gave an approving nod, then followed Rykard down a staircase that led into the building. “Do fetch me all the leaders,” he announced. “We’re holding conference. The elves have been dealt with.”

  “Expertly at that,” the Shaping Lady announced, suddenly manifesting atop a nearby outcropping of the interior fortifications of the yered building. “They’ll be no issue. I won’t let them be.”

  The entity jumped off, nded behind Rykard, and then joined his little procession.

  Not fifteen minutes ter, the entirety of the leadership plus his harem was gathered up. Mena and Tena presented him with a custom made chair they had put together in his absence. Priestess and druid had sung it out of a tree, making it one continuous piece of wood with padding of moss.

  Important about this chair was that it was wide and vaguely shaped like a bisected bowl with a backrest. This gave plenty of room for a pair of women, fraternal elven twins for example, to sit in the king’s p without obstructing his field of view. Tena on the left thigh, Mena on the right, arms around both of their waists, he was every bit the dispy of the monarch he wanted to be.

  “Did you truly… defeat the entire city?” Tochnan asked. For once, the question seemed to have the full agreement of his brother, who beheld Rykard and the newcomer at the table skeptically.

  “I suspected you would ask,” the Shaping Lady responded and fished something out of her ample cleavage. With a loud cck, a rge, heavy key was pced on the table. It was silver-white, encrusted in green gemstones and all around too ornate to be anything short of important. “The key to the city.”

  The four present leader figures of the Hexagon bowed forwards, inspecting the key. Sliding it across, the Shaping Lady let them have a closer look. Reactions varied from purely impressed to bafflement.

  “Unless someone succumbed to a stress reted heart attack, the takeover was without casualties,” Rykard stated. “If you still doubt my abilities, we can step out for a quick duel.”

  “Hmm, are we fighting?” Helenn asked. The cherub was present, but only in body. Getting taken out of bed early was anathema to the angel, especially without the motivation of a good pounding to repce caffeine. Hanging in the air behind the chair, she was gradually losing altitude. Lyvia eventually grabbed and cradled the shortstack.

  “No, that won’t be necessary!” Tochnan assured and no one dared to disagree.

  “Splendid.” Rykard squeezed the butts of the chocote elves, who rested their heads on his chest.

  “I suppose this is the part where you submit in full to our Master?” Mena asked.

  “No more of this stupid animosity,” Tena added. “You have better things to work for: us.”

  “Listen to you two taking to the queenly roles,” Rykard said, amused.

  “Merely spiritual guidance,” Mena assured, fingers caressing the king’s colrbone.

  “And teasing the living headaches,” Tena added. “This all could have been so much easier.”

  Ousten cleared his throat. “Difficulties or not put aside,” the wolf man grabbed the edge of his table in a nervous fashion. “What… exactly is the pn for us now?”

  “I concur with the mu- my colleague,” Azel corrected himself away from an insult following a warning gnce by Rykard. “What are your designs for our nations?”

  A few designs were bouncing around inside Rykard’s head. One was to dissolve this current arrangement entirely. The elves would stay where they were, the wolves would be given empty nd west and the angels east. Added distance would hopefully help ease the tension between them, with the monster girls that would partner up with them acting as the connective tissue that would optimally just dissolve these silly notions of xenophobia.

  Alternatively, Rykard could hope that the monster girl factor was enough and keep them where they currently were. This was likely to ruffle the least amount of feathers, dispcement was rarely popur, but it did hold the risk that the current situation was just going to maintain itself.

  Lastly, he could keep them all on these two Hexagons and do some force popution shuffling. The current three-way isotion would be forcefully broken up and the many people made to live as neighbours. In the short term, a lot of policing would be necessary to prevent violence from breaking out, but in the long term it was likely that they would accept each other as neighbours. Once again, with the added benefit of the monster girls connecting families across the three races.

  “I’ll leave it to Tochnan and Udunan to mix you people together,” Rykard announced. “You’ll be neighbours - actual neighbours. House to house neighbours. You’ll learn to live together and actually combine your technological expertise. No more of this division idiocy, I want more these sparkrifles and I want more of their like for military and non-military application.”

  “That is…” Ousten trailed off and leered at Azed across the table.

  “You expect me to-” The angel was interrupted in his response by the sudden approach of one of the navy women. She bowed down to the winged man and whispered something in his ear.

  Rykard did have it arranged that, much like with Ousten, the leader of the angels had two of the navy monster girls attend him. It was in a purely observational manner by order, any lewdities that came from it where optional. An option that, it appeared had been taken to great effect on both sides of the table.

  Ousten was simirly approached by the two girls Rykard had arranged to accompany him. The leaders send one short gre at each other, then were entirely focused on the women by their side. Who in their right mind had time for conflict when they had a hot woman by their side?

  As they said, women civilized men.

  Looking at the scene, Rykard already knew this would work out in the long term. Animosity would stay for a while, but with all of the wives and harem girls removed from the racial conflict, it would peter out by the next generation at the test.

  If nothing else, everyone else would be too busy making things and plowing their partners to contempte giving Rykard a reason for a crackdown.

  “Alright then, I will leave you to your devices,” Rykard stated and got up.

  “Just like that?” Tochnan asked. “Don’t we have a tax code to discuss? The, uhm, allowed trade routes and?”

  “You’ll be sent details on these matters in due time. For the time being, you operate under two simple rules: 1. Do what you want. 2. Unless it cshes with what I want. Understood?” Nods all around. “Wonderful. See you around.”

  Just as quickly as Rykard had arrived, he went back home. Left behind was a unified Hexagon and ten navy women who had tangled up with the leadership and the local soldiers. The rest would go home, spread news of what had transpired, and from there the merger would be inevitable. He could order the navy to stay away (and would, in rge part, because it wouldn’t work if the entirety of it suddenly moved away from the water) but the citizenry? They would follow the scent of virile men right up north.

  While they went home, Rykard and harem went into the carriage. Walking back to Regalia and taking the ship from there was no longer the fastest option. Starlight Wandering All Worlds brought a piece of his immaterial nonsense with it, warping the dimension around it where its contractor id his cim. Three days would be as long as any journey could take, so the contract had stated.

  A vast improvement from the 10-15 days Rykard had pnned for.

  Rykard was roused from a nap by the cosmic stag. A signal through their connection that they had arrived at their destination. Him and the harem stretched inside the vast bed of cushions that they had been using for the duration of the travel. For everything they had done, the dimly lit chamber was still pristine.

  Lingering was not an option. The longer Rykard stayed, the more urgent the buzzing got in his mind. Only when he stepped out of the carriage, did it go away. The cosmic stag dismissed itself as soon as the haremettes had walked down the hovering steps.

  Rykard breathed in the air of his home. “Genuine grass is better than those chambers after all,” he said.

  “I concur,” Mena said. “The infirmary made good progress.”

  Rykard turned his head to look at the building that was sprouting up on a nearby hill. Even now Buiga were working on it, shaping and piling bricks with all the care of master artisans. “Good workers,” he stated, approvingly. “Let’s see if the girls have also been good.”

  Rykard opened up the double-winged doors of the main entrance. Behind, he found Miyo, Vyra and Hey all kneeling, their beauty on naked dispy. “”Welcome home, Master,”” they greeted him in unison and bowed, putting their heads on the floor and their bottoms up.

  “Stand,” he ordered them.

  The haremettes quickly did. Rather than immediately chase an erotic entanglement, he wanted to check on them. He had been absent for nearly a month and the change was manifest. What had been previously slight hints of pregnancy were now clear, each of the three girls closing in on the end of the first trimester.

  “Gorgeous,” he said, caressing the little bump and kissing each of the three women that were carrying his children. “How do you feel? Anything caused you stress? Any complications?”

  “Next time, do not take the fertility priestess with you,” Miyo demanded, the submissive py suspended in favour of putting her index finger on his colrbone.

  “We had a few rough days,” Hey added. “Luckily not all at the same time. Still three women with morning sickness do not make for an optimal household.”

  “It is as they say,” Vyra added.

  Rykard bit back the comment that it couldn’t have been that bad when all three of them looked this well groomed. Them suffering only made them looking their best more impressive. “I’ll keep it in mind,” he promised. “I’ve made a permanent contract with the cosmic stag, so I won’t be away as long for each trip anymore.”

  “Finally, your exceptional power manifests in a way that diminishes our time apart,” Miyo said, her typical cool tone cshing with genuine relief and appreciation. “You travel much, my love. I am aware of the necessity, but the heart can only grow so fond of absence.”

  “Let’s remind you what you are waiting for then,” Rykard hummed and gave his redheaded harem queen another kiss on the corner of her mouth. Gently scratching the back of a fluffy ear, he whispered. “To the bedroom.” He took a half step back and looked at his other haremettes. “All of you.”