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Mother’s talk actually seemed to stop at the most interesting part. That would be the actual discussion of the birds and the bees! She had glossed over most of the stuff about having sex, and merely focused on the repercussions and expectations of the women who wanted to take me. She told me to keep my seed to myself, and to gift it sparingly. In my old world, it was customary to have to take a woman out on three dates before she was willing to put out. Then, at the very least, she got three dinners out of the guy before giving him what he really wanted.

In this world, the situation was opposite. If girls wanted my seed, I had to make them pay the cost, and seed in this world is way more important than sex ever was in my world! A girl can’t just go home and make sperm herself if a date goes bad. Therefore, men were given a considerable amount of leeway. In short, the 35-year-old me had been reborn into a world where every woman wanted to fuck me and there was absolutely no repercussions. Not only could I spread my genes unreservedly, the woman I impregnated wouldn’t expect me to follow through and take care of the babies. I’m still not convinced I didn’t die and go to heaven.

That night, after wandering off to bed, I had a wonderful wet dream. I dreamed that I had started teasing mom about the birds and the bees. Using the innocent 12-year-old mom thought me to be, I trapped her in erotic and naughty questions she couldn’t handle. Pretending to be blindly innocent, I’d force her to describe the act of sex in detail. I watched as my beautiful mother blushed and squirmed over talking about erections and anal sex. Actually, now that I think about it, how does this world handle anal sex? Since it didn’t make babies, does that mean the booty is off limits?

Of course, my wife never let me stick it in her ass. A few whores did, but they doubled the price. As to how it felt, it felt like I tossed away $100 when I could have just been fucking their pussy. At least one of the two whores let me blow it inside her ass. Man, ever since that maid last night, I just really want to blow a load inside someone.

Naturally, those desires spilled into my dream, and soon I was asking mom to show me what boobs looked like. Perhaps what was so erotic about the dream is that in reality, my mother had never denied me anything. If I genuinely asked her to show me what boobs were like, I wasn’t entirely unsure it wouldn’t play out exactly like in my dreams. The alternative, of course, is that she found a maid and used the maid to show me titties. However, with the fifteen-year-old gone, all the maids are older women in their forties or more. Still, the thought of watching my mom play with another woman’s tits while “showing me” wasn’t disagreeable.

In the dream, my mom show me her tits, which were pert and perfect, just like I had imagined them to be. I had used nostalgia, hinting at how I used to suck on her nipples, in order to get dream mom to let me lick them. Then, I wanted to know what a pussy looked like. I didn’t get a good look with the maid, or so I said. What did it taste like? What did mommy’s pussy feel like? Soon, I was balls deep in my mother, who still couldn’t stop blushing and looking flustered like she had no clue how things had progressed this far!

Just as I started to cum inside mom, the dream broke apart and I woke up in my bed. I was still cumming as I woke up, feeling the stickiness all over my sheets, my underwear, and my hand. As to my hand, I realized it was holding some kind of fabric. I quickly wiped up the mess the best I could using the fabric and handed before I pulled out the cloth. It took my eyes a moment to adjust in the darkness, but I finally realized the cloth I had been rubbing on my cock and finally jizzed on was actually the maid’s panties.

Some time during the night, I must have pulled it out of my pocket, and started holding it as I fondled my erection during sleep. Those once fresh panties were now smeared with white gobs and dried streaks. Had the maid known her panties would end up being the final resting place for gobs of my cum, she’d likely faint in frustration. This sticky gunk that was now staining her panties was really what all the fuss was about? This is what she wanted from me?

I tossed the panties in a drawer, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I woke up in the next morning when the curtains were suddenly pulled apart by a maid who had just entered.

“Master, it is noon, you should wake up.”

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and glanced over at the maid. She was a woman I knew very intimately. She was responsible for my baths, my feedings, and basically anything else mom wasn’t available for. Her name was Veris, and she was a forty-year-old woman in a maid outfit. Despite this, I still felt my cock move a bit. If you combined the ages of 35 and twelve, I’d lived 47 years of life. If anything, this woman was younger than I was! The twelve-year-old’s memories always just saw Veris as some old lady who took care of him. However, with my new memories, I was seeing her in a new light.

Veris had actually had a baby when she was only sixteen, which is why she was trusted by my mother. That baby was now a twenty-four-year old woman who was looking for a man of her own. I suddenly wondered if Veris’s years of service weren’t designed to get me to unload cum in her daughter. However, daughter aside, Veris herself wasn’t so bad looking. First off, she was wearing the always erotic maid outfit. She was up on her tippy-toes trying to move the curtains, and the maid outfits, like everything else in this world, lacked modesty. I could see the bottom crest of her ass just covered by her short maid skirt. If she got a little higher, I’d be able to tell her panty colors. On top of that, the light was shining through the window, giving her a morning glow that outlined her body, which still looked youthful for a woman in her forties.

My maid is kind of hot, isn’t she?

Her skin wasn’t as perfectly smooth as my mother’s, but she also had a more down to earth appearance like that of a working-class girl. She had brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She had a strong nose and chin, but even within her roughness I could tell her skin was soft and lotioned to the touch. I knew this from experience more than sight. It was clear mom took care of the staff well. She had long fingers, long painted nails, but her hands felt soft and gentle. When she noticed me staring at her, she turned to me, smiled, and gave a rather elegant curtsy which still hid her panty colors.

“Do you want my sperm too?” I jumped as I realized the words came out my mouth.

I was just thinking that, but it must have been too early in the morning, because before I knew it, I had said exactly what I was thinking! Veris’s smile froze as she looked at me, but she recovered surprisingly fast with a chuckle.

“Master, I heard about what happened… yesterday. I’m sorry I wasn’t in the mansion. I had also been fooled my Tinya’s innocence. I never would have expected her to attack you so. I’m truly sorry.” Veris changed the subject and leaned forward, a little cleavage showing from the top of her shirt. “I see you haven’t even been properly cleaned since last night. Please allow me to take care of it.”

I jumped as I realized that while I was staring at Veris’s cleavage, she was staring at my crotch. Looking down, I realized that I was in nothing but my underwear, and that underwear was covered with white stains from last night. Veris had misunderstood it to be mess from my sex with the other maid…. It turned out the girl’s name was Tinya. In truth, she had torn off my underwear before anything happened, and I had used a washcloth to wipe up before bed. This mess was all a result of last night’s wet dream.

“This… uh, I can take care of it.”

“Nonsense!” Veris’s scoffed, “I’ve been washing you for twelve years, don’t suddenly start thinking you’re all grown up just because a girl sucked your peter.”

I couldn’t help but blush, while Veris merely went to the bathroom to fill up a washbasin. Running water and plumbing were another part of this world that suggested it must be modern. Even so, my memories had no mention of a shower, and tubs were actually filled by the sink. It was little changes like this that made it noticeably another world. I also still received regular sponge baths from my mom and Veris. A full emerged bath was a rarity in this world that I only got maybe once a month.

“Alright, pull down your underwear.” Veris ordered, her tone holding no nonsense.

I obliged, glade to see that my dick was behaving itself for once, and hadn’t become aroused by Veris’s maid outfit yet. Veris stared down at my dick, which still looked a little sticky from the gobs inside the underwear that hadn’t dried yet. I wanted to hide myself shyly, but Veris had seen me so much according to those memories that getting worked up in modesty now would appear odd. Thus, I could only grin and bare it. Veris immediately dipped a wash cloth into the hot, suddy water and splashed it on my cock.

“Ah!” I let out a little cry from the heat.

Veris began to vigorously wash it. Being touched and cleaned by someone else was a weird experience. The towel was rough enough that it didn’t feel too erotic. However, Veris seemed to be incredibly thorough, and many times the towel would slip and her wet palm would end up running up and down my wet groin. Eventually, Veris, used one hand to grab the head, pulling out my penis so that she could properly clean the shaft. Unfortunately, this level of stimulation, along with me still thinking about all the sex this world promised, and my erection return.

My face drained of color as my penis started to engorge. Two wipes and it went from totally limp to erect. Suddenly, Veris’s palm which had been gripping it, was pushed apart by the swelling mass. As soon as she realized it was hardening, her eyebrow rose and she gave a tsk.

“I was afraid this would happen.” Veris sighed.

“I’m sorry.” I responded apologetically.

Veris looked at me with a worried look and shook her head. “Don’t be, young master. That silly girl had to come and stimulate you in that way last night, and this must have jump started your maturity. Now, you’re going to be getting these regularly. I’ve read about this in books. Don’t you worry. Your mother had thought of this and given me permission to take care of it.”

“Take care of it?” The words came out in surprise.

Veris only nodded. “Now that the erections come, you need to be made to ejaculate often. They say that boys who don’t cum regularly when they’re young get a low sperm count. Your mother wants you to be properly fertile, so if you ever feel an erection coming along, get me or one of the other maids to take care of it for you, do you hear?”

I would have laughed at the things Veris was saying, but she was saying them with absolute sincerity. As it turns out, in this world, there are a lot of strange wife’s tales involving men. It could also be, in the absence of a large amount of men, there wasn’t as much scientific knowledge about them. I could imagine when there are only 1 in 1000 men, plus the normal likelihood of getting pregnant during any copulation, that women would be willing to do or believe anything to increase male fertility.

As to how Veris planned to help my ‘condition’, she didn’t wait at all, putting both of her hands in the soapy water, she rubbed them together until they were full of suds, and then immediately grasped on to my dick like she was grasping a rope she planned to tug. Although Veris was only sixteen when she lost her virginity and had her baby, that didn’t mean she had an abnormally large amount of experience with dicks. Still, she had prepared for this day, and using the soap as lubricant, she quickly had her palms, one gripping each side of my shaft to keep her nails away. She slid her palms rapidly up and down my member with vigorous enthusiasm and determination.

I could only lean back and enjoy the show, moaning as her hands moved faster and faster on my cock. I watched her as she worked. Her expression was very focused, which looked somewhat cute given the circumstances. For an adult woman to be so focused on her hand movements, it was clear she was giving this her all. I was getting a handjob by a cute 40-year-old maid! On top of that, she might as well have been a virgin to handjobs. There’s more! I was only a 12-year-old boy! I really couldn’t believe how wonderful this life of mine had become.

“Ah, ah, ah!” I let out moans to fill the room along side the only other noise, the slick sound of her hands stroking my meat.

“Little Master, don’t hold back now, I’ll make sure to clean up your mess when you finish. To finish properly!” Veris reassured me with a stern voice.

I wanted to laugh at how silly this was, but I could only keep moaning at the incredible feel of her soft hands rubbing my cock with extreme precision and determination. Suddenly, I found myself wanting more. Her breasts weren’t bad. They sagged a little, this hot MILF showing a bit of the signs of age, but when pushed together they’d fit my dick quite nicely. Her pert little mouth also looked as delectable as the other girl, Tinya. Maybe I could get her to use her mouth? Maybe, I could get her to use her pussy? Veris said she’d take care of it, but there was no specification of what I could use to take care of it. If I slid my dick into her moist pussy that hasn’t seen a man in 24 years, wouldn’t that be great?

Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to turn those thoughts into actions. Just thinking about sticking it in was enough to push me over the edge, and soon I shot out four or five gobs of semen up into the air. The first batch caught Veris off guard, and it almost hit her face before landing on my stomach. The second and third were much more under her control, and she blocked them with one of her warm, soft, soapy hand, the second hand slowing down as she finished jacking me off. She collected all the semen into her palm and stood up finally, heading over to the wash basin.

Suddenly, a thoughtful expression appeared on her face. As I finished recovering my breath, my soapy dick finally starting to soften. I was now in need of another cleaning, with white sticky streaks mixed into the suds. However, Veris didn’t immediately return. Instead, she seemed to be almost frozen, staring into her soapy palm. Still recovering from my own orgasm, it took me a second to realize that what she was staring at was my seed she had collected in her hand.

“You want it?” I asked.

Veris jumped, looked at me in surprise, and then gave a breath of relief, immediately dumping her hands, and the white gunk into the basin. Her breath seemed to return to normal and she shook her head with a chuckle to herself. Her eyes seemed to hold some self-derision.

“I’m sorry master. I thought I’d be long past it, but that white stuff of yours is practically gold for women. Even with the soap likely killing all chance, I find myself tempted to slide some up and see what happens.” Veris looked up and gave me a guilty expression.

“Is that to say you want me to get you pregnant?” I asked innocently.

Veris barks a laugh, reaching out and touching my nose with a cleaned finger, leaving some suds behind. “You darling child, master, please don’t tempt me. I’ve only known the touch of a man once in my life and was fortunate enough to have a child from that first try. Even though I think these hips could push out another, I’d never want to jeopardize the life I have here for it.”

“Ah, but you’ve taken care of me for so long, I don’t mind taking care of you.” My devious side started to surface.

Veris gives me a smile, not taking my words seriously, but even so, there looked to be some temptation in them. It was truly exhilarating to see just the promise of my cum be so tempting to women. I could have been offering her a million dollars for the effect it showed. If even a loyal maid of the family could become flustered and tempted, what chance did my sisters have? In fact, what chance did any woman have?

I reeled in my excitement. I had to remember the words my mother said the previous night. Women wanted nothing to do with me after I gave my seed to them. Therefore, the trick was getting women to give me as much as possible before giving them my seed. For example, answering more question on anal, if I wanted to fuck a girl in the ass, I needed to promise her I’d cum in her pussy. As long as I didn’t do it, though, she’d remain mine, giving her ass to me every night until she got what she wanted. Perhaps when she told me her own story, that wasn’t quite what she meant, but I still took the lesson to heart.

Dad had stringed mom along for ages based on the promise of his seed. In the end, she couldn’t even imagine getting her seed from anyone else. Although I never met the man from this world, I had a bit of respect for him. He played mom perfectly. The only difference was that he seemed to have some taste for monogamy. Meanwhile, I had no such reservations. I mean, come on, being lucky enough to reincarnate in this paradise of pussy, and then not sampling every flower? That’d be insanity!

However, where other men pumped and dumped, using and being used by women, I could gain a bit more. For example, by putting it in Veris’s mind that I might give her more seed in the future, she’ll be even more loyal and dedicated to me. Perhaps, I could lead a lot of women around by the promise of my seed.

Here I am, plotting deviously. While my mom thinks I’m a confused 12 year old trying to understand my sexuality, I’m already busy plotting to create my own harem! Speaking of which…

“Veris… I’d be very happy to give you my baby. Since Tinya is gone, wouldn’t that mean Veris has to take over her responsibilities?”

Veris’s eyes widened in surprise, her mouth covered with shock. It wasn’t simply the promise of making her with child, but Veris knew very well that Tinya’s role was to be my playmate. Naturally, Veris was the one who was supposed to train Tinya on how to perform. Admittedly, other than the one time, all of Veris’s practice had been on a rubber dong and instructional guides, but she was glad to see the hand technique she developed successfully satisfied the young master. She also understood the implications that sex would be involved in Tinya’s roles.

“I’m too old…” Veris finally shook her head savagely. “If anything, master would do me a great favor if you could impregnate my daughter. Even she is a bit old for you, but she wasn’t as fortunate as I. Her first time didn’t get her pregnant.”

“How about, I have both of you!” The mature me was breaking through the 12-year-old façade, the appearance of this sexy flustered maid kept me from acting the part of the proper innocent boy.

I was holding both of Veris’s wet hands in my own, and I was staring at her aggressively. Veris was breathing hard, her cheeks flushed. Clearly, my words were too sweet to resist for this woman. She was struggling harder and harder to see me as a childish 12-year-old, to separate her propriety from her heart. After taking care of my penis to ejaculation, no matter how young I was, it would leave her at least a little aroused. Immediately after, I began to attack her most inner desires, giving the hapless maid no way out.

“Please… master… you tease too much.” Veris started to cry, looking at me longfully and desperately.

I was so shocked, I couldn’t react when she finally pulled her hands away from mine. Immediately, she straightened her dress and looked away, standing up in a rush.

“Veris…” I started.

“If that will be all, Young Master, I’ll be on my way. Please call me if you need anything else.” Veris responded stiffly, not meeting my eyes.

Before I could stop her, she turned the rest of the way and walked out of the room in a huff. She actually left the cleaning job unfinished. The tub of water and cloth were abandoned as she fled the room. As soon as the door closed, I gave a tsk.

“I guess my seduction techniques are a little rusty. I came on a little too strong.”

In the end, I ended up scaring the maid away. The older me just couldn’t keep his erection down. I kept thinking of plowing her with my head resting in her rack, and soon I was promising her everything. This was going to be a little harder than it looks. My cum is the reward, but I can’t hang it in front of women too aggressively or it’ll scare them away. And if I give it too willingly, then I’ll be the one taken advantage of. Yes, this father I never knew taught me an important lesson, but I still had a long way to go.

I finished cleaning myself up using the wash basin, putting it at the side of the bed. After getting dressed, I found that there was a plate at my door with food for lunch. I happily devoured my meal while thinking about what I’d do next. Since the maids were a bust, I guess it was time to visit my sisters.

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“Of course, Ruffian’s like you from the Outlands probably don’t get to enjoy wonderful cuisine such as we have in the civilized world. We’ll be going to my personal mansion for lunch. My mansion is already hosting numerous out-of-town dignitaries and lords of minor fiefdoms.” Reginald’s expression turned displeased in that final part. “But of course, your home is my home. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.”

He gave a look that suggested he didn’t really mean that. He is saying the words, but he clearly would rather play host to nobody, and certainly not you. Only when he glances over at the beautiful women by your side does he give a thoughtful look of consideration, although it is one you don’t like at all. Still, he must have done something to piss of the King if the King is forcing him to cater to this.

The city was large, dirty, and smelly. Reginald at least had rented out a small, crappy carriage to take you to the mansion, but it looks like it was picked on a budget. Then again, you’ve never traveled with classic horses and carriages before. The mansion is installed with all the modern amenities of air conditioning and lighting. The city of Riun itself was always small with a low population, but since you rebuilt it, the city has indoor plumping, paved streets, and streetlights. Suffice it to say, even had the carriage been nice, you wouldn’t have much of a better time of it.

The current world of magic is a bit of a shithole comparatively. Even the girls who had grown up in this sort of environment have grown somewhat used to the posh lifestyle you provided. Thus, no one is quite happy, their asses banging on hard chairs with barely any padding. It’s pretty hard to listen to Reginald’s talk of the grandness of the Empire’s Capitol City when you’re bumping through muddy roads. Even the Riun of old had dry dusty roads that reminded you of the old western towns. This “modern” capitol city more closely resembled a 16^th century London without the cobblestone streets.

Either way, you found yourself in front of a mansion on the outskirts of town in short order. Reginald gets out ahead of you, another act that tightens Sebastian’s looks and tells you this is supposed to be another slight.

“Behold, isn’t this mansion breathtaking?” Reginald gestures excitedly.

“Isn’t this place kind of small? Owner’s is bigge-“

“Shh!” Merida kicked Rapunzel, keeping her from finishing her thought.

Fortunately, the snobby noble was too busy admiring his own home to hear their words. You merely role your eyes. Not that you are counting rooms, but considering your mansion would probably be about 30 rooms, then this mansion is about 15. This didn’t take into effect your yard which was three times the size when not in a crowded city and all of the magical modifications which broke the physical laws of space. Suffice it to say, with other people already in the mansion, your girls might all have to share one room.

“How many other families we talking about here?” You ask.

Reginald gives a start. This is the first question you have asked since he started escorting you, so he is taken aback for a moment. Once absorbing your question he merely gives a shrug.

“No one else with… gladiators.” He said dryly as he eyed your women. “Six other lords, their wives, and maids. I’ll be able to spare you three rooms. For you and your lady, one for the maids, and the last for your butler, I suppose. As for your gladiators, I’d expect you could get them an inn in the city. If you’d rather, I can prepare a spot in the stable.”

A slight shake of Sebastian’s head tells you that he isn’t being intentionally an asshole. He had been surprised that the woman are actually the gladiators you had selected for the championship when Sebastian had mentioned it to him on the carriage ride. Gladiator’s are commoners, after all, and so while the nobles did their noble things, commoners did their common thing. They might be provided for by their lord, but in normal situations it’d be closer to an employee/employer relationship. A lord boarding with his guards would seem odd. Suffice it to say, you didn’t see it the same way, and never put any propriety into ranks before. The women didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

“Actually, I’d prefer they stay by my side. For… safety reasons.”

“Sir, my mansion is well guarded.” Reginald points to a guard at each of the doors. “On my life, I’d never let harm come to a foreign dignitary, no matter how… erm… outlandish they are.”

“Still, as you can see, my gladiators are beautiful women, I don’t want to risk them being harmed before the competition.”

“He just doesn’t want some other man to hit on us while we’re at an inn unattended.” Merida whispers to Mushu, who nods in agreement.

You ignore the two women who are looking for a strapping and give a smile. Meanwhile, the other girls seem mostly pleased that you’re not getting rid of them. Even Tiana is a little relieved she doesn’t have to face the snobbish nobility without other women at her back supporting her.

Reginald thinks about it for a moment before shrugging. “Very well, I can’t give you any extra rooms, but I’ll have it taken care of.”

Reginald was surprisingly amendable. In fact, providing rooms for my personal maid and butler could already be considered a bit of respect. Reginald had grown up in a xenophobic human country, so he natural held distaste for part humans, but he was corrupted by the same noble society that had corrupted Tiana. You didn’t know this, but there were many nobles who wouldn’t even allow a demi-human in their home, let alone offer to board them.

“Alright, then, let’s go!”

“Actually, my owner, I’d like to visit the city for a while. Do what I do best?” Rapunzel interrupts.

“You do things?” You ask in shock.

“Ah… owner, I’m a rogue… an information specialist?” Rapunzel leans in and whispers quietly. “A spy?”

“Oh, yeah, I seem to remember something about that.”

“Owner is so cruel.” Rapunzel let’s out a depressed breath, “Anyway, the point is, I want to get information on who’s fighting who, and the players in the tournament.”

“Okay, have fun.”

Rapunzel nods, but then hesitates for a moment. “You know, I’ll be in the city, all alone.”

You give a frown, not quite sure what she means. “Yeah, I know.”

“In order to get information, I may have to go to a few inns, buy a few drinks, fraternize with a few men…”

“Okay, then get to it.”

Rapunzel was now frowning unhappily. “Maybe a guy even feels me up? Maybe some guy tries to take advantage of me, yeah?”

“Well, don’t let that happen.” You say, scratching your cheek awkwardly.

“Owner, don’t you… feel any issues?”

“Hah? I’m good? What are you even getting at?”

“I-I’m a virgin. I could… you know… maybe… be taken advantaged of… unless my owner…”

“Unless what?”

“Owner, can’t you just deflower me!” Rapunzel snaps, however, these words came out loud enough that everyone present could hear.

Once again, Reginald has his mouth open, while all the other girls merely have wry or sympathetic looks, knowing she is still the odd girl out. Rapunzel’s eyes start to shine with tears, and then with a jump she scampers off into the city without looking back, escaping the embarrassing slip. You all watch her leave in silence.

“Ahem.” Reginald finally interrupts. “If you don’t mind, supper will be started soon and I’ll escort you to your rooms to prepare.”

You nod, following after Reginald. “I still don’t know what Sebastian is going to do with two bedrooms…”

“Huh? There is a bedroom for you and your lady, and then…” Reginald starts.

“That’s the thing, with all my ladies with me…” You shrug, looking over at all the girls.

Realizing what your implying, all of the women can’t help but form excited looks on their faces.

“A-all!?” Reginald nearly trips. “E-even the maids?”

The maids have the most excited looks of all, and when Reginald’s looks at them, they’re happily nodding with tears in their eyes. At this point, the girls are barely even able to stand, leaning on each other for support. Not that these girls were delicate in the first place, but any shame they have is nonexistent at this point.

Almost unconsciously, all the girls start getting closer to you, as if establishing them all as your lady. Tiana only pouts a little finding her spot suddenly very crowded by other women. Meanwhile, Reginald can only look thoughtfully as your group walks into his mansion as a huddled, horny mass. A simple looking man is surrounded by seven beautiful women, all looking very thirsty.

“Perhaps… this Riun is a place I should visit sometime?” Reginald suddenly finds the Outlands may be not as bad as he was taught.

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Chapter 15

Chapter 14

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“You must be that lord of the Outlands everyone keeps talking about.” A pompous looking twenty-something greets you. “The King sends his regard. I’m Reginald, tenth in line.”

You guys had actually landed the airship into the sea out of sight of humans and then had it dock at the cities ship port. To be fair, the city was quite large. You had teleported Sebastian ahead of time to announce your arrival per his suggestion.

When you finally get off the dock, Sebastian is waiting for you with this arrogant looking aristocrat and five of his guards. Behind you are Mushu, Kida, Merida, and Snow White in full armor, looking the parts of guards. Rapunzel joins them, wearing a skin-tight leather number which makes her look like a bard or rogue. You are now dressed up in something snazzy with Tiana at your side. She is remarkably glowing, the beautiful perfect image of a delicate elf noble. If you don’t know how nasty she could be, you’d have sworn she with the picture-perfect image of elegance.

Even though this guy says he’s tenth in line to the throne, he still speaks with a sneer, as if he’s suggesting that someone tenth in place for the throne is still a greater position than the Lord of the Outlands. However, compared to the Tiana, his snobbishness doesn’t even phase you a bit. It goes beyond being upset or angry. You nothing this man. Would you get angry when a cricket chirps?

You merely give the boy a nod, “Reginald.”

He frowns, seeming somewhat bothered that you’re not bothered. Meanwhile, Sebastian nudges you gently and whispers in your ear.

“Sir, you were invited here as the King of the Outlands. A King greets a King. At the very least the first prince should come. To only send one man, a cousin to the king at that, it’s a grave insult to your honor!”

Reginald pretends he doesn’t hear, but a grin forms on his face as if he’s pleased that Sebastian gets the slight. Likely, he thinks you’re too big of a ruffian to get it, when in reality, you just don’t care. To you, the whole thing seems juvenile. To be honest, you hadn’t expected anything regarding honors. It’s not like you’ve spent even a single day acting as a lord.

“Is that so?” You respond, disinterested in playing these games.

“You’d know this if you had allowed me to teach you.” Tiana shoots under her breath. “Instead you had to… do that…”

With Tiana’s collar on, you knew that there was a sudden spike of sexual excitement shooting through Tiana as she thought of you plowing her over the side of the ship. Even though Tiana refuses to admit it, she must have liked the dangerous sex you delivered her.

“The spells over, you know.” You whisper back.

This makes Tiana even more excited, unable to help turning with a blush. In truth, as much as Merida has a fantasy about riding a dragon while being ridden herself, Tiana’s fantasy would be exactly this. Being with a noble man, going to a noble event, being the eye-candy on his arm while her man plots and schemes. You look particularly fine to Tiana right now dressed in a noble-like garb, even though it takes on your own exotic flair. You had also left a dress sitting on Tiana’s doghouse the previous night before going to bed. It was a random spell that took you half a second, but to Tiana, being gifted a beautiful dress like this one was one of the reasons she was glowing so happily this morning.

This unexpected pink scene forming between you and Tiana catches Sebastian’s eye and brings a smile to his face. However, it also catches Reginald’s eye. Seeing such an otherworldly beauty standing next to some barbarian king is an insult! And what the hell is with that retinue of guards! Is this guy asking for an assassination by being watched by only beautiful women. To see you surrounded by such beauty quickly angers him. Although Reginald has a beautiful wife at home, it is the principle of the thing! Barbarian outlander women should be ghastly in appearance, not a retinue of stunning armored beauties.

That’s when he finally notices that your women all look different from the typical norm. The woman at your side has pointy ears. Another one is green, a third is really tall, and those slit for eyes certainly aren’t human, let alone that big bushy tail. You dare bring an elf as an escort? With the exception of one human, the rest of your entourage are savage demi-humans?  Immediately, his humor recovers.

“Oh, what interesting company you keep.” Reginald says with his mocking smile returning. “An elf woman, with goblins, giants, and demihumans as guards. How quant.”

Immediately, all of the girls start to bristle as he stares at them with lewd condescending eyes, clearly just seeing them as pieces of ass you brought along for fun. Tiana’s smile fades and she lowers her head too. In an instant, the look he gives her reminds her of all of the bullying she had faced during her time in the human world. Being around the accepting Ariel and Aurora and the rest of the girls had caused her to forget those hateful looks for a while. Even by your side, she is still “just an elf”.

“Mm.” You nod at Reginald with a straight look, before grabbing Tiana and pulling her close to you, your hand grabbing her chest and your mouth meeting hers in a passionate kiss before you release. “You jealous?”

The movement was so domineering and affectionate, that everyone is caught off guard. Reginald is staring with his mouth open while you lewdly enjoy this fairy-like woman next to you. Meanwhile, the other girls behind can’t help but look down with a slight amount of envy, wishing that it was them being held so affectionately by you. Every woman looking long-fully at you being overly affectionate with this elf only seemed to add Reginald’s shock. It wasn’t just that you were sleeping with these guardwomen… they all seemed to hold deep affection for you, which only seemed to hurt Reginald’s pride for some unknown reason.

Finally, the group of you leave the dock. Reginald has his mouth shut thoughtfully, somehow not able to find himself able to banter any insults after seeing so many hot women giving you “fuck me” eyes. Meanwhile, Tiana’s glow has returned, and she has a deep rich smile on her face that, as long as she stays silent by your side and doesn’t open her snobbish mouth, makes her look like a supernatural fairy that attracts every eye that passes by.

However, at this point, no matter what anyone would say, Tiana wouldn’t be able to stop smiling. As she walks with your arm wrapped around her, all the humiliation, the threats, and the teasing you’d given her is washed away in her mind. The only thing in her heart is an absolute devotion to you. At that exact moment, Tiana truly felt like a princess.

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Chapter 13

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“So, I guess you’ll be taking my virginity next?” Rapunzel asks on the last full day of the voyage.

“Eh? Why do you think that?” You ask.

“Huh? B-but… the last few nights you’ve enjoyed every woman. Doesn’t that mean I’m next?”

“Aren’t you just a squirrel monster?” You respond.

Rapunzel’s eyes immediately tear up as she looks at you in surprise. “I… I thought… but… you own me?”

“I told you before, you’re Elena’s pet. I’m using you for this fight, but I never agreed to take you into my harem or anything. What does a rodent-like you add that I don’t get from everyone else?”

“Eh? B-but…. I’m perky!” The squirrel girl juts out her small chest to no effect as she declares this, “P-plus… I’ll do anything, no matter how degrading or filthy.”

“So will Tiana…”

“But, I licked your butthole!”

“Tiana’s done it…” You shrug.

“B-but… will Tiana do…” Rapunzel prances up to your ear and whispers quietly.

“Yeah, she’s done that…”

“Even that!” Rapunzel jumps back in surprise. “Well, even if she has, I’ve heard the way she talks to owner, doesn’t that piss you off? Wouldn’t you rather have someone who treats you with adoration and respect?”

“What’s the fun in that?” You shrug.

Admittedly, it would be nice if Tiana wasn’t so damn annoying, but she’s a blonde elf noble with no limits. That hits so many demographics that you can’t give it up. Plus, for a noble, she’s surprisingly low maintenance. You think this while glancing at her doghouse. If Tiana knew what you’re thinking, she would probably cry.

“Boss…” Daisy suddenly spoke up. “If it’s a matter of sex, we tried to come in your room earlier but the door was locked. Your maids are happy to service you any time you need it. ANY time… just ask!”

Both girls look slightly fidgety, their faces flushed and their thighs twisting uncomfortably like they need to pee. Of course, it isn’t the bathroom they need, it is your dick. The game is proceeding nicely. They are horny quicker than expected, but this is because the previous night Sylvia had broken down and tried to touch herself. However, after fifteen minutes of vigorous rubbing, she couldn’t do anything but get more aroused. This arousal naturally was distributed to her three sisters, and now all of them are sexually frustrated.

“I’m good right now.” You respond with an innocent smile. “But when I need it, I’ll call you.”

Both Daisy and Dinah wear pained expressions on their faces but wisely chose not to push it, especially with Sebastian nearby. Meanwhile, Kida, Snow White, Merida, Mushu, and even Tiana all wear relaxed expressions on their faces. Each of the girls had gotten to spend some one-on-one time with you, and are deeply satisfied. Particularly Kida, Mushu, Merida, and Snow White have taken fond memories from this trip and each have fallen slightly more in love with you in their own way. Kida has unabashedly given you her heart and body. Merida has had her greatest erotic fantasy filled by you. Mushu has learned to be a less selfish lover and give you more of her attention, and Snow White has resolved herself to remain submissive to you. Not bad for a week-long journey.

The rest of the trip goes smoothly with you merely relaxing while the girls all wonder who’ll be next to share your bed. Even the girls that got it recently start to grow a little thirsty as they watch you chilling on the deck of the ship with an uncharacteristic lack of pussy being violated. As it turns out, you planned to fuck nobody. As the baka maids once again try to get into your room and fail. The claimed they were their to clean your room, but when Sebastian heard this he naturally forced the maids to be responsible for cleaning the rooms of everyone onboard. This naturally included the bed Kida had destroyed and the sex-soaked sheets of Snow White, Merida, and Kida.

“Right now, I wish he’d fuck me right through a bed.” Daisy fidgets as she collects pieces of the bed.

“Don’t say it, it already smells like sex in here, I’m going crazy. Only an adventurer could take such a brutal pounding, but I can’t help but envy her, even if I died in the attempt.”

The baka maids clearly misunderstood your night with Kida, but either way, the intoxicating smell of cum and pussy and other signs of hard sex mixed with their cuckholding spell. By the time the girls were done, even the slightest breeze caused them to shiver and they had to keep changing their panties until they ran out because they were so wet.

As a final trap, you left a dildo sitting on Rapunzel’s dresser while she was out of the room. Naturally, the maids were slotted to clean the room. As predicted, the maids who at this point could barely follow Sebastian’s orders because of their constant thoughts about sex, swiped the item for use later. That night, you snicker as you watch the girls desperately try to satisfy themselves with the dildo, only to end up even more sexually frustrated than before.  Afterward, Dinah even banged on your door desperately until Sebastian caught her disturbing the master and beat her bottom. In the end, all four girls went to sleep with a pillow between their knees rocking desperately.

And when you said watched, you meant it. The collars themselves didn’t have a viewfinder function, but they did have a locator, and the rest of your magical abilities could do the rest. So, you spend your last night on the airship checking up on your other harem members. Yes, checked up, this isn’t spying! You’re just doing your duty as the faithful harem master to make sure your girls are comfortable and happy.

Pocahontas is just reading something while patting her belly, which now looked to be about four months pregnant as is showing. Belle is watching a porno while using two dildos on herself. It takes you a moment to realize that the “porno” is actually a live feed. As to the feed, it goes into your red room! Belle has apparently taken to the audio-visual equipment at the porn store, and set up her own spy center! It has feeds into every girls room, the bathrooms, and even your own master bedroom! Wait, is there a bookcase full of recorded DVDs? Belle is becoming a grade S pervert!

As to what was happening in the red room, Ariel has tricked her mother into it and is now using a riding crop on her poor mom. Normally, you’d approve, but you see that Belle isn’t the only audience. Anna and Elsa are also watching the BDSM show from a magic spell not unlike your own. You are magically spying on the girls magically spying on their mom having sex with her daughter! When the girl’s start trying to emulate what they see between their mom and big sister, you switch alter their magic and switch the feed over to more kid-friendly programming.

That is to say, missionary sex, maybe with some doggie thrown in. You want your girls growing up normal, after all, so they need to be exposed to the proper ways a man and woman should have sex. Naturally, the source of these images are recordings of you with the various women of the harem. Okay, your recordings are different from Belle’s recordings, because they are recovered post-coitus magically with magic and that makes it okay! The two girls seem entranced watching you pound their mother (Merida) in the pussy, so you give a satisfied nod at parenting well done before checking on the others.

When you switch to Ursula, you are caught off guard, because she is masturbating too! However, the thing she is masturbating to is a picture of you!

“Mmm… prince…” She lets out a little purr, her eyes closed.

You stay to watch Ursula do it for a while. It’s not as wild of a scene as Ariel with a riding crop, but something about the chubby virgin Ursula thinking of you while touching herself feels much more intimate. You use your hands and masturbate to Ursula masturbating to you, thus completing the circle. Once you orgasm, blocking the cumshot for convenience sake, you check on the other girls. Medusa is just writing some kind of letter, so you pay her no mind. Mulan is organizing her shiny baubles in her room, clearly happier with her sister gone. Your vision stops on Nala.

She’s sitting in her bed, and in her hand is a large cucumber. No! What’s she going to do with that? Looking around suspiciously, she checks to make sure her door is locked and then hikes down her panties.

That cucumber came from Jasmine’s pantry! You can’t allow this to continue! You cast a spell, a sudden thump near Nala causes her to jump three feet up. She looks around worriedly, but her eyes suddenly fall on a dildo. Naturally, you just made the dildo appear. Nala has no clue how it got there, but she picks up the thing that is a similar size to the cucumber with curiosity. Holding both the dildo and the cucumber in her hand, her eyes shooting from one to the other, back and forth. A second later, she tosses the dildo back on the bed and lifts her leg for the cucumber.

“F&#*@^&*#^&!!!” You have no words.

With the snap of your fingers, Nala gets a dose of the “best orgasm ever” spell you had used on Ariel and Mulan so long ago. Nala shudders, holding herself between her legs, but fortunately, the cucumber is saved. You give her two more of them for good measure, and two minutes later when Nala finally recovers, she glances at the cucumber with an almost disappointed look before putting it away. You start to breath easier, but then you notice she’s putting it in her bedside stand for later! Mr. Cucumber’s days are numbered!

This is the behavior you had hoped you had fucked out of her. Apparently, a good fucking wasn’t enough to remove Nala’s weird kink! You cast a spell on Nala like the one on the maids. She won’t be able to satisfy herself on vegetables. You’re not as cruel as you are to the maids. The dildo will actually do the job. In fact, you make it so the dildo is twice as effective! You need to reward good behavior after all! Nala must be properly trained! Ariel is taking the riding crop to the wrong woman!

After cutting off the vision of Nala, you decide you have enough of your harem for the night. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. You end up having a fitful nightmare involving giant phallic vegetables attacking your girls. As soon as you cut one down, another would rise. Perhaps you should have just fucked Rapunzel tonight after all.

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Chapter 12