Intermission – Nikolas

 

I'm forced to stare at the sky as my legs are swept out from under me, and I'm already so tired that I just lay on the ground and stare at the clouds as I rest. That Fay Leviathan then flashes in my mind, and I still feel a little bit of awe every time I'm reminded of it.

King Wolf may be a dick when it comes to women, in all meanings of the word, but he's still the most incredible person I've ever seen. Exploring the Great Labyrinth doesn't feel appealing anymore. I'm an adventurer, and following the Ryders feels like the biggest adventure I could ever ask for.

"I heard the King got himself into another orgy yesterday," I hear one of the resting grunts remark to the others.

"Isn't every day an orgy when you have seven wives?" a second hums.

"True…" they agree in sync.

Boss Wolf's everyday life is just… stupidly silly.

"Did other men join the orgy?" a third questions, and even I turn to him in curiosity.

The first chuckles and amusedly answers, "As if. It was just him and a bunch of women."

And everyone snorts, even me.

"Magic royal cock is so good that not even the Companions want to 'mingle' with us…" the second enviously remarks.

"That's the King for you," the first wryly replies.

And the third chastises them, "The fuck you complaining about? Still a lot of pussy around, especially because of the King's fame."

"I just fancy a specific kind of woman…" the second quietly states with a grin.

Then I notice that they're staring at the arena next to ours, so I follow their gaze and see that they're staring at Lolo and another Companion as they spar wearing barely any clothes. The Companions don't 'mingle' with us, but they sure do like to tease us.

I've abandoned chasing after Lolo's tail so hard that now I feel silly for being so protective of her. If she wants to be the fuck toy of a dragon, I won't stop her. Non-adventurer women are better anyway. They're gentler, their hands are softer, and they act so much cuter… especially dwarves and halflings… so they can chase after the brawny Companions as much as they want for all I care.

That visit to the Little Red Sandal just might be what really changed me.

I've seen some halflings in town, and now all I want is a cute little one of my own to hug…

"Nikolas! Up! The ground is not a place to lie on!" the elven officer barks at me.

These elves are a pain in the ass, but you can't deny that the Lordsguard are the best soldiers around.

So I weakly get up and grab my spear again. I just have to get through this harsh training bullshit before I can start my new adventure.

 

Intermission end.

 

Today is the 21st, Genn, day of Light. And the sunshine sneaking past our curtains feels extra divine today, especially when it touches Ereia's golden hair as her head bobs up and down. Her little tongue works my cock with extreme skill, and her hand [Massage]s my balls with unbelievable delicateness.

Then she takes my Cock out of her mouth at the perfect time for me to splash her and Alissa with massively thick ropes of my magical seed. The little imp is wearing large, round glasses, and it's almost like they've been designed to be splattered with cum.

They lick it off each other's faces, then Alissa crawls up to the new elven girl from yesterday and spits some into her mouth, and the rest goes into the mouth of the cute lizard Chimera that Jarn fucked.

"You two are such good, obedient girls," Alissa whispers seductively, and the young elf smiles adorably at the praise while the lizard woman is too stunned by the amazing taste of my cum to react.

Then I order the golems to open the curtains, revealing Osaria's mind-broken body. Her silver hair bun is messy and half-undone; her droopy eyes are unfocused and twitchy; her makeup is visibly ruined; her jaw hangs loose as Jarn holds her tongue out, forcing her to drool, but her face hole is regularly plugged with a replica of my Cock; her body seems completely limp as she hangs like a doll; her nipples have metal clamps on them that regularly receive mild [Shocking Touch]s; her breasts and entire chest have depressions from the shibari ropes that she was tied up with for most of the night; her legs are spread eagle in the most undignified pose possible; her clit is pinched by a metal clamp that's being gently tugged by Ted's [Telekinesis]; her pussy lips and asshole are each spread wide by a huge replica of my Draconic Cock, made to be as thick as a first, the biggest it could ever be and still fit inside a woman without tearing her apart, and her pussy fluids are still dripping along its shaft; and she's regularly been given water and healed with [Regeneration] so that her skin doesn't peel off and her pleasure nerves don't fry.

Suzy then begins moving the massive dildos again, and Osaria twitches awake, her eyes regaining a bit of focus. She seems to recognize me as I stand up and approach her, but she's too weakened to even complain, so her misty eyes simply follow me, though I recognize a faint, silly smile appearing on her juicy lips.

Jarn applies [Shocking Touch] to the nipple clamps, and Osaria begins to quiver wildly, so Suzy stops moving the massive dildos, and Ted releases the clit clamp so that she doesn't orgasm. Her silly smile becomes a mild frown as she's once again denied an orgasm. But she's being constantly stimulated by the golems and has adapted so well to the denial that she quickly returns to her blissful, half-awake state.

It's time for aftercare, so the golems remove the rest of the clamps, then Suzy gently pulls out the dildos, and both of her gaping holes close up with a loud, lewd, moist sound. She'll need a bit of [Regeneration] to tighten up again, but the golems are already on it.

I release her into my arms and carry her to the bed. Then we start cleaning her up while massaging her tired muscles, and she begins to slowly awaken from her stupor. Her whole body is still exhausted, so Ciel casts [Refresh] to give her some energy, and then my dark milf begins the most orgasmic stretch I've ever seen.

"Hnghhnaaaah~…!" she moans loudly as her spirit returns to her body.

"Morning, my love," I utter a warm, breathy whisper into her long, elastic ear, and she shivers from a pleasant chill.

"Morning… my King…" she weakly replies with a hoarse voice, and her droopy eyes focus on my face, but then they quickly widen as she notices my lubed-up Cock slowly spreading her abused pussy lips.

"I give you permission to orgasm," I huskily state and penetrate her.

She's still sensitive, so she shudders as my Cock smoothly slides in, but her mind is craving an orgasm so badly that she grabs my waist and slams me against her with a sudden crazed look in her eyes.

I show her a bit of mercy by stimulating her clit and G-spot with a gentle spirit touch, and the reaction is instantaneous as her body almost goes entirely limp again. But Ciel casts another [Refresh], and Osaria holds on to her broken mind long enough to finally get the orgasm she wanted.

"YES, YES, YES…!" she shouts madly as her legs quiver uncontrollably and the best orgasm she could ever have begins. It's been building up all night long, and now, it comes on like a tsunami. Then she moans so hard that her voice cuts out and she stops breathing, "HAA, HAAAH, HAAAA-…!"

And her eyes roll up into her skull as her pussy squeezes my cock, then she freezes for several long seconds, her face warped into pure bliss.

I take out the [Instant Painting] magic tool and have the golems take a picture of us. "Mindbroken by Master" is the name of this glorious painting, and I'll hang it in the private section of our heraldry corridor to immortalize it for all eternity.

But all good things must come to an end, and eventually, she falls limp onto the bed and passes out for good.

 

It takes a good three minutes for her to come back from that. Then we have breakfast on the bed because she's unable to walk, even after a [Heal]. It's fine, though, since it gives us a good reason to not have breakfast with the Princesses.

Though her body is tired, her mind is broken, and her nerves are frayed, a combo of Tonique tea with a good cup of fresh coffee plus a cast of [Inspire] is enough to re-energize her, but only temporarily, as nothing can really replace the night of sleep she lost to my torture.

Everyone else is also full of energy as the girls happily chatter, and their innocent female giggles also seem louder than usual. Even Poosh drops her subservient attitude and joins the girls as they tease Osaria for her "sin."

"You know, that actually didn't seem like much of a punishment," Hana casually remarks as she eats her fruit salad.

Osaria slowly lowers her spoon, almost dropping her pudding as she blinks blankly at Hana in disbelief. Then the milf stiffly points out, "I'm an old woman. I can't walk because I was in an uncomfortable position for too long, not because Wolfy gave me a piece of Heaven with his Cock, so this was definitely quite… punishing on me."

But the highly masochistic dragonkin simply shrugs. "That still doesn't sound too bad since the golems were fucking you all night long."

Poosh then chimes in, trying to sound neutral, "It's quite common for women to have trouble orgasming. The fact that you were even allowed to orgasm after the 'punishment' is already quite the reward." But she seems to secretly want to side with Hana.

"I mean, the point of a sexual punishment is to give her enough pleasure to offset the pain and discomfort," I explain. I'm not into full sadism without Osaria getting at least something out of it, and she doesn't have [Pain Conversion] like Hana.

"With a 'punishment' like that, wouldn't it just entice her to 'steal' your women more often?" Kaatohe curiously questions and slowly sips her coffee as she amusedly stares at the now angry milf.

"I'm not a dog…!" Osaria exclaims and glares.

Unfortunately, "bitch" doesn't have a similar meaning to "slut" in this world, so I can't make a joke about it.

"I'd be tempted if you 'punished' me like that," Nono quietly remarks, then blushes at her own statement and quietly turns her eyes back to her food again.

"It really just sounds like a long-duration Ravaging," Hana agrees while nodding sagely.

Osaria's young "friend" remains silent, too embarrassed about the topic to even laugh.

 

When we finish eating, everyone leaves to tend to their own business, except for the four concubines: Osaria, Poosh, Nono, and Kaatohe. And we sit at a table right next to the bed to talk properly while not excluding Osaria.

The four women are all proudly wearing their Necklaces of Ownership, and I just feel an amazing level of comfort from seeing them accept the position of concubines. I love them, and I love that they love me enough to wear that proof of love on their lovely necks.

Once Osaria is comfortable on her pillows, I begin the first Gathering of Concubines, "Now that you've all agreed to officially become concubines, it's time to reveal some of my secrets to you." -Kaatohe leans forward, looking very interested- "Two of you already know this, but the truth of my 'homeland' is that I come from another Realm."

But now, the cat's curiosity freezes in confusion while the scholarly bunny girl becomes quite interested. "You mean you're not from Rupegia but another Realm in the Reigurando Cycle?" Nono asks for clarification.

And I smile warmly at her as I nod. "Yes, exactly, though I don't know if my 'home Realm' is in the same Cycle as this one."

"You'll have to explain all these terms to me," Kaatohe calmly demands.

Explaining the concept of a "world" to a person who doesn't even know what planets are seems quite challenging at first, but that's an Earthling mindset. Realms are extremely simple: they're just a finite amount of space separated by the Inbetween, a "not-space" that makes travel between Realms impossible (for now), while a Cycle is merely a collection of similar Realms.

The harder part to explain is how Earth managed to develop further than Rupegia without magic.

I casually deliberate, "There are no monsters, so we've spread far and wide, and the lack of dangers has allowed us to focus on improving our societies instead of seeking personal growth like Rupegians do."

"Sounds idyllic," Poosh hums with a dreamy tone.

And I wistfully temper her imagination, "It isn't, not for most people, but I was born in a place where it was."

"Wait… are you trying to go back to your world with [Otherworldly Summoning]?!" Nono suddenly exclaims as she stands up, her cute face warped in worry.

I feel a compulsion to pat her head, but I hold it in this time as I earnestly reassure her, "No, I'm not. I'll never leave this place. The Goddess of Knowledge gave me the mission to rebuild [Summoning Magic] precisely to prevent that kind of thing."

She freezes for a second, then quietly mumbles as she sits down again, "Oh… okay…"

Gods bless her honest heart.

"It's understandable. He isn't a King in his home Realm," Osaria points out with a smirk.

"He could become one if he managed to bring back magic to his world," Kaatohe replies and gives me a challenging look with her sharp cat eyes, daring me to do it.

But I'm too sure of myself to fall for her provocation, and besides, there's something very important that they must be told about before they start fantasizing about conquest, "I have a feeling that the God of Earth, if they truly exist, would be quite bothered by me messing around with Their Realm."

My bronze cat pouts in disappointment, then haughtily starts to deliberate, "Hmph. You'd be making things a lot more 'interesting,' you know? Earth sounds like quite the boring Realm, to be honest, so you conquering them would drastically improve their situation." And Poosh uncharacteristically flashes an irritated expression at her.

The "returner," the hero who comes back to Earth with all of their powers, is quite a popular fantasy, so I can't say I haven't thought about it before, but there's still the matter of the supposed God of Earth.

I chuckle softly, my thick tail wagging slowly in contentment, then I explain my thoughts, "I admit that I'm living a life that many people dream and fantasize about, and it's even a popular genre in novels, but I definitely don't have the power to go against a God, not to mention that we don't even know if travel between Realms is actually viable."

Kaatohe slowly turns her gaze towards Nono, then starts pressuring her with an intent state. "But there's someone who's researching exactly that," the cat woman amusedly states.

"I didn't know you were so ambitious, sister Kaatohe," Osaria replies, saying exactly what Poosh is too polite to say.

Kat simply waves her hand dismissively as she casually continues, "Oh, the only thing I truly wish for is to visit Earth, but since they have no magic and their rulers are all weak, conquering them would be so easy that you could consider it a side attraction."

Poosh surprises me once again with a polite but sharp chastising, "It's His Highness' home, sister Kaatohe. You talk too lightly about bringing violence to an idyllic place."

The haughty cat seems annoyed at being called out, but she's sensible enough to not press this matter any further.

"You can call me Wolfy now, Poosh," I kindly state, but she seems to become too embarrassed by the idea to respond.

Then Kaatohe explains herself, assuming a more respectful tone, "To me, it seems that Wolf doesn't see Earth as such a special place as you're making it out to be. It's just another piece of land like any other."

"Call me Wolfy," I correct her.

"Wolfy," she immediately repeats and flashes a fanged smile.

Poosh readjusts her round glasses and stiffly continues, "A home is a sacred place. Let's not talk about razing W-Wolfy's so casually." And I flash a smile at her uncharacteristic embarrassment.

Kaatohe simply shrugs in response but relents from her suggestion. Her home was lost a very, very long time ago, so she has a different perspective from the others regarding this matter.

But now that they've stopped bickering, I wistfully continue, "If I'm ever allowed to go back, I'll show you all my birthplace and introduce you to my parents. Polygamy isn't allowed in our society, so that'd be fun."

Nono's little tail begins to wag in sudden happiness as she shyly exclaims, "Oh…! Yes, that'd be fun… not for the reason you're implying, but I'd really like to meet your parents."

Now I succumb to the desire to pat her head and fluffy ears, embarrassing her a bit, but there's no harm in that.

Seeing that everyone has fallen silent, the little white rabbit becomes excited as she feels free to ask, "But tell us more about the things from Earth that you want to recreate here. I know what the Institute and nobleman Lyle are researching, but what else will you bring here?"

Most of what I want to recreate depends on Lyle building the foundations of computers for me, but there's a lot that I can innovate here in terms of art, like "Magic: The Gathering," rock music, hentai, movies, the sci-fi genre, and basically anything related to the pop-culture of the last century on Earth.

And Osaria slowly begins to fall asleep as we talk, especially when the topic drifts towards machinery. Poosh simply listens without prejudice while Kaatohe shows a mild interest in the topic, but it still isn't anywhere near as intense as Nono's.

My cute, submissive bunny girl listens intently as I summarize the importance of industrialization, "With mass-production, the costs drop to such a level that everyone can have nice clothes, good food, and plenty of tools to help with their day-to-day lives. You'll all be living in a completely different way in just a decade if everything goes well."

"So this must be the reason the Goddess of Knowledge favors you instead of the God of Intelligence," Poosh sagely states.

And Kaatohe shrugs. "Why not both? He's already a scho-… wait, how old are you, again? You know too much for a cocky young boy."

I can't hold back my grin as I reveal, "I'm thirty years old… wait, I should've already reached thirty-one since coming here."

"Y-y-you're older than me!" Nono exclaims in disbelief. I won't ask how old she is, but I'd guess she's in her very early twenties.

Kaatohe gives me an amused, sensuous look, as if my attractiveness to her just increased in her eyes. "Technically not older than me, but I was twenty-seven when I died, rather old for an unmarried noblewoman." Then she becomes a bit bitter.

Osaria also seems amused as she sultrily coos, "Oh, my… so this is why you're so mature. Though I do feel a bit sad that you aren't an actual boy, for some reason." Then her smile becomes wistful and wry.

"I feel a bit less guilty, now…" Poosh quietly states and averts her eyes.

I stare back at Osaria and huskily state with a smirk, "If it makes you wet, then you can imagine me as a young, immature boy as much as you want."

And Osaria's smile becomes heavily suggestive.

Then we talk a bit more about my life on Earth, but we're suddenly interrupted as Confiel arrives in our castle with quite a bomb: he brought back Hana's mother.