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You hear the thundering of canons and the explosion of magic as your airship flies overhead. The demi-human realm isn’t an assortment of kingdoms like the human realm of the partitioned lands of the demon lords like in the demon realm. Instead, demi-humans are separated by tribes. There is typically a tribe for each type of demi-human. No unlike humans, all demi-humans don’t get along.

Many years ago, for example, there was a war between the catkin and the dogkin. It all started when the catkin stated that they were cool and the dog’s drooled. This started a brutal war where thousands of beastmen laid dead. The war lasted for a decade, and only ended when the dogkin discovered a drug called Nip and circulated it amongst the cat population. Ninety percent of cats became drug addicts, and the dogkin became their overlords and drug dealers.

Catkin as drug-addled low rungs of society is a stereotype that still continues to this day. It was exactly Nip that took Elena and Jasmine’s mother and father from them. Jasmine was born a Nip baby, and that was the reason she was so sickly and ill. It was also the reason Elena, a genuinely sweet girl, was pushed into joining a local gang. It’s almost expected from cats that they join gangs and do drugs. Elena only managed to avoid this fate herself thanks to you wiping out the gang, taking them in, and ultimately reforming Riun into a place with relatively little crime. It should be no wonder why Jasmine’s life was completely turned around and why she so desperately wants to stay by your side.

As for the rest of the demi-human realm, they were at constant war with each other. They were an unstable country of different animals who don’t get along, despite what Zootopia tries to claim. The only time demi-humans worked together is when they were under attack from human slavers. Most demi-humans who weren’t constricted to war, joined gangs, or were addicted to drugs were forced into slavery by the humans.

“Holy shit that’s dark.” You mutter to yourself.

Elena nodded sadly. “It was why we fled to Riun. It was the only place I thought my sister and I would be safe. We left with a group of fifty, but by the time I stepped through Riun’s gates, there were just Jasmine and me. I carried her the last hundred miles on my back. I don’t even know how we made it those first few months.”

Tears began to fall down Elena’s cheeks. You carefully pull her into a hug as she cries softly. Gently, you pat her head. Her sobs calm down and soon she’s purring against your chest.

“You know, I went through that all too!” Jasmine cries out. “I could use comfort as well!”

“If I gave you attention, you’d only abuse it.” You sigh.

“What? That’s discrimination!”

“Fine, come over here.”

You reach out and pat Jasmine’s head too. She puts on a smug look and closes her eyes as you pat her.

“Yeah, you stroke this naughty pussy.”

You flick her on the forehead. As she’s rolling around the ground in pain, you look out over the war torn land. Most of the area is thick forest and wilderness, but fires have sprung up all over the place. Luckily, the thicket is too lush and thick and the fires don’t seem to be spreading. If it had been a dry season, the entire place would be ash by now.

“What should we do, boss?” Minnie who is driving the ship while for some reason wearing an eyepatch asks.

You glance over at Florian. “This is your quest, where do you want to do now?”

Florian breaks into a cough. “You want me in charge now!”

Florian gives a sigh, looking out over the same war-torn landscape. He shakes his head, his lip trembling as who knows what thoughts run through his head. Probably ‘blah, blah, blah, I’m the hero. Blah, blah, blah, I need to save everyone. Blah, blah, blah, I’m strong enough and I can do it!

“That’s not what I’m thinking.” Florian responds dryly.

“Eh? I didn’t say anything!” You raise your head and look away, wondering if your thoughts were heard out loud.

“These kinds of things become stronger when we’re together.” Megara, sitting nearby on the stern says to no one in particular, looking strangely wistful.

“Huh? What’s stronger?”

Megara shrugs. “The heros. You, me, Florian. Interdimensional travelers.”

“Oh, right, you’re a hero too!” Florian said with a snap, “To think, we traveled together for so long and I never realized.

“That’s because you were a conceded idiot.”

“Ha… I missed you too Megara.”

“Ugh… this is why Pocahontas and Nala just pretend they never knew you or spent nearly a year traveling with you…”

“…” Florian looked away, a flash of regret on his face for just a moment. “Anyway… you wanted orders. Let’s go round up some slaves!”

“Now you’re talking!” You clap your hands.

“To free them…” Florian adds, eyeing you sideways.

“Oh.” You look down. “I knew that… I swear.”

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Sitting down in a massive throne room, your feet hanging over the edge of the chair, you casually look through stacks of papers. With a sigh, you rub your eyes and toss them down to the side.

“Has Rapunzel made her report yet?” You ask. “All these papers and reports. I’ve done so much work as a king, I’m ready to call it.”

“Daddy, it’s been fifteen minutes.” Merida sighs.

Merida is standing nearby in full armor near the throne. She insists she is acting as your official guard of honor. There is also Snow White, the demon lords, Aurora, and even Pocahontas present.

“Daddy!” A small voice says, a little three-year-old girl running up to you.

“Hey! You…”

“Collette…” Pochontas coughs.

“Right, Collette. Daddy would never forget my own daughter’s name.”

“I love you, daddy!” A little dark-skinned elvish girl says excitedly, as she jumps up onto the throne and into your lap.

“Haha… I love you too, my little Collette.”

Over the last month, Collette has continued to grow at an alarming rate, and has done nothing but talk about how much she wanted to see her daddy. Now, you’re finally here with your daughter in your arms. She can’t be happier, and hasn’t left your side since.

“Ooo… daddy, that thing between your legs is poking again!” Collette cries, grinding her butt in your lap.

“What? I’m not hard, I swear! Oh, it’s a dildo I had in my pocket, thank Pun.”

You look to see all the girls staring at you with complicated looks. You make the dildo disappear before you daughter can see it.

“It’s an honest mistake. Could happen to any father.”

“Of course… Benefactor.”

“Look, everyone seems to want me to have a young daughter, even though my life is filled with sex and indecent scenes. I could have made her legal but everyone is like, nooo… we want a little girl! Don’t make this any weirder than it has to be.”

“D-daddy, is daddy married to mommy?”

“Haaah?” You break into coughs. “Mommy and daddy’s relationship is… um… complicated.”

Colette looks over at Pocahontas with a questioning gaze, and she smiles and nods. “I’m daddy’s side slut…”

“Ah!” Colette’s eyes brighten. “Can I be daddy’s side slut too?”

“Only when you’re older.”

“Ooo… boo… I want to be a slut now!”

“Damn it, you guys made it weird.” You cry.

“Don’t worry, hero, when I bear our daughter, I’ll let you make her your side slut any time.” Ariel reassures you.

“That’s not helping.”

“Sir… it appears we have a guest.” Sebastian announces from the door.

“Oh, thank Pun, literally anything else.” You sit up, although you keep Collette on your lap.

“Let them in.”

A person suddenly walks in as soon as Sebastian steps back. They walk in a manner of confidence, their body is covered in a cloak. They continue to stride forward until they reach right in front of you, and then suddenly go to a knee. The whole movement looks rather grandiose, and not at all what you’re used to.

“Wh-who are you?” you demand, feeling slightly flustered.

Th person reaches up and slowly pulls off their hood. They reveal the face of someone you actually recognize pretty well.

“Oh, it’s you…” You say flately.

Florian smiles. “It’s been a while, Lord of Ri- no, I suppose I should call you King of Riun now.”

“What brings you back so soon? I thought you were off to make your harem?”

Florian nodded as he stood up. “I did. Naturally, I wanted a harem of diverse women to satisfy my every need. Flat chested, big chested, tsundere, dandere, I wanted a little bit of everything. Of course, I stopped before I went that far.”

He uncomfortably nodded to the girl on your lap.

“H-hey!” You growl, “Don’t get any wrong ideas! I’m her daddy!”

“I’m his side slut!” The girl beams.

“…” Florian stares for a second before shaking his head. “Well, what happens in another world…”

“This is a complete misunderstanding! I don’t bang little girls! Jasmine’s still pure, see?”

“Haven’t you taken her virginity like three times already?” Snow White mutters.

“Noncanon! It’s noncanon!” You drop down, sighing. “Forget it. You were saying?”

“Right!” Florian nodded, thankfully moving on. “I ended up heading to the place I thought I’d find both the most willing girls and the diversity I wanted. After careful thought, I decided to go for a slave harem. And that meant the demi-humans. So, I headed to the northern border of the human realm, which leads into the demi-human realm.

“There, I bought myself a few lovely slave girls. They were, of course, very appreciative that I bought them and treated them with a basic level of human decency. However, as I grew closer to them, I learned more and more about the human slave network. To this day, humans have performed constant raids on the demi-humans, enslaving women and children and murdering most of the men who didn’t submit. It’s little better than genocide!”

“I’m not a philanthropist here.” you raise your hands in a shrug. “It sucks, but I don’t feel like I have the right to rewrite the laws of this world just because I feel like it. In my kingdom, slavery is abolished. If the demihumans want to come here, I’ll offer them asylum. That’s all I can do.

Florian nodded. “I appreciate it. I have been fighting to help free the slaves and improve their lives, but that isn’t why I came. The reason I came is because about a month and a half ago, the human realm went out of control. They launched a full-scale invasion of the demi-humans.”

“Invasion?”

“They’re wiping them out and enslaving them all!” Florian said passionately. “The humans are destroying their entire way of life!”

“The dark elf tribes reside on the very edge of the demi-human realm.” Pocohontas spoke up. “Those slavers who attacked my tribe were likely a small fraction of the ones invading the realm. By the way, that’s why we had children in our tribe. They were parentless refugees we had rescued and were trying to indoctrin- I mean teach the ways of the dark elf tribe.”

“…”

“My love, this dispute… this sounds like something Cruella would cook up.” Grimhilde adds.

You stretch, standing up. Collette remains in your lap, now giggling as she suddenly is turned horizontal. Right now, you’re standing up, and Collette’s butt is right up against your groin, her entire body seemingly being supported as if by magic, or perhaps something else. The girls watching make noises of shock. Florian turns away in disgust.

“Wh-what?” You look down at Collette. “Ah! It’s magic! I swear it’s magic! I was afraid Collette would fall off my lap while I wasn’t paying attention and the throne has the high steps so I just glued her butt there magically. There is nothing inside, aah… ahem.. cough… I mean, stop thinking weird things!”

You grab Collette and pull her off your cotch, a velco-like sound being admitted as you put her on the floor next to you.

“Alright, Florian, I’ll help you!”

“C-can you at least put on some pants first?”

“I said don’t make this weird!”

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“Alright!” You declare, putting on a robe. “So, the armies have been stopped, my harem and I have all been returned the castle, and everything regarding Gothel had been settled. Is there anything else I need to do?”

“We could go back to sleep after some sex.” Gothel suggests.

“Don’t you start!” You give Gothel a glare as she lies on her new bed in your castle.

“I want to join beloved in bed as well!” Medusa adds.

“I-I could use a taste of fresh semen as well.” Grimhilde murmurs guiltily.

“Girls, girls, girls… there will be time for sex later.” You raise your hands, waving off their shameless advances. “Can’t a man get up for a few minutes without beautiful women throwing themselves at him for sex?”

The chastised girls nod in acceptance.

“Well, this is for the best. There is only about three weeks before the demon god will break into this realm.” Grimhilde explains.

“Right, plot. We had one of those. Demon God, I’m still not feeling this is a threat.”

Grimhilde sighs. “My love, this will be the greatest threat you will ever face. The demon god is not to be taken lightly. Their coming will end everything that we know. Unless you can acquire the-“

“Yes, yes… the barrier magic, right? See, I was listening. So, barrier magic comes if I conquer all seven of you. I’m now at five. That leaves Tremaine and Cruella. I’ve met Cruella before. She’s a shape shifting bitch who likes trying to NTR others.”

“I suggest that we go after Cruella, but we should be quick about it.”

“Quick about it? I tried to be quick about Gothel, and look where that got me?” You point down at Gothel, who is snoozing on the couch, a sudden snort escaping her cutely before she falls back into a deep sleep as if you hadn’t just taken her from her castle and relocated her in yours.

“Well… Gothel was a particular case. We understood your attitude and behavior and we knew that if you went there alone, that you would end up being trapped in her spell!” Ursula snapped. “To think, I worried about you for weeks and you were just banging it out in my sister all this time!”

“You’re still on about that? That was like a chapter ago?”

“You… well, it’s not like I can do anything about it. The Prince is who he is. We just have to support him before the demon god descends.”

“Alright, so the first thing is to seek out Cruella. So, do we bolster our forces with Gothel’s troops and then march on her country?”

Medusa shook her head, even as she sat down on the bed next to Gothel, stretching out in a sexually enticing way, her large chest seeming to jut out from her chest temptingly.

“Beloved, it would appear that our dear sister Cruella rarely remains in the kingdom. It’d be better off to seek her out. If we can find her without her armies and you conquer her, then the armies will naturally fall to you. Then, we’ll have to deal with Tremaine… she’ll be the hardest one.”

“Conquer her? You mean rape her a bunch?”

“You know, tiny-pervert, you don’t have to conquer us by raping us? Just getting us to submit or swear fealty is sufficient.”

“Doesn’t he though?” Medusa purred, shooting you suggestive eyes like a predator eagerly watching its prey.

“And how do we find her?” You ask.

“We’ll need to look for unrest. Perhaps your spy master might have some ideas.”

“I have a spy master?”

“Rapunzel? The squirrel girl?”

“Not ringing a bell.”

“She was a magic squirrel that was spying on you during a picnic with Aurora, when you magically turned her into a demi-human, causing her to evolve and become intelligent. Elena captured her as a pet, but she quickly outgrew that roll, went with you to the Capitol of the humans and won that tournament, and you finally took her virginity. You remember none of this?”

You cough, immediately changing the subject, “And Tremaine… the last sister. She’s got the largest country?”

Grimhilde sighs. “Mm… her country is nearly the size of all of our countries put together. The war to defeat Tremaine would be a harsh one costing us many losses. I’m not even sure it could be achieved in the time frame we have.”

“S-seriously? Then, wouldn’t it just make more sense for me to kidnap her and force her to submit myself?” You offer.

The five girls all look at each other with complicated expressions. “Prince… Tremaine will not be as easy to conquer as the rest of us.”

“If you wish to rape Tremaine, things may not go the way you plan.” Maleficant cryptically added.

“In fact, beloved, you could say that compared to use, Tremaine is the true final boss.”

“Hah? What? Is she some kind of cold fish? Or maybe a lesbian? I broke Belle out of that and now she loves the dick. I don’t think that will be a problem at all. Oh, Pun, you’re not saying she’s a futa, right? All of my previous attempts to add a futa into this story has been met with overwhelming resistance.”

“No, my love…” Grimhilde shook her head. “This is something far more difficult to handle. Simple, but difficult.”

“Well, spit it out already.” You growl. “I swear you’re just milking this to meet an arbitrary chapter word count!”

“My love, Tremaine is… for all intent and purposes, happily married.”

“W-what?” You respond flatly.

“Tremaine has a husband, and that husband and her have been happily married and monogamous for thousands of years. If you succeed in claiming Tremaine… If you force her submission… you’re going to have to deal with the demon general, her husband. To save our world, to defeat the demon king, you’re going to have to force our sister to cheat. No, you’re going to have to netorare her husband!”

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“What are you talking about, a month?” You ask, scratching you head.

“We mean a month!” Merida declares as more of the girls show up.

Grimhilde and the other demon lords walk in. They don’t look as beat up as the warriors, but they still had a haggard appearance of many sleepless nights and great frustration.

“My love, from the moment you teleported away from the mansion, just over a month has passed. When you left, we quickly organized your armies an attacked the nation recklessly, but we only managed to make it to the castle now, after much loss.”

“What loss? She surrendered immediately?” You say, holding up a piece of paper, “I’ve been in charge of the nation all along.”

“The castle let us right in…” Kida said complicatedly. “R-rookie, did you send out orders to the troops to stand down and accept you as their new ruler?”

“Did I do what now?” You look over at Gothel. “Eh? Gothel? Didn’t you say you let everyone know I was king?”

“Eh? I told the castle.”

“You were supposed to tell all your subjects!”

“Tsk… how bothersome.” Gothel yawns. “Besides, you’re king, isn’t that your job to proclaim yourself as the new ruler?”

“I’ve been here with you the whole time!”

“Zzzz…”

“Are you sleeping!? You…”

“Beloved, Gothel has always been like this. She’s a lot of fun, but also a flake. I honestly believe she meant no malice intent, but she is the embodiment of sloth, and once can’t be helped but to be caught in her web.”

You sigh, waving your hand. A message is instantly sent out and every line is informed to stand down. Like that, a month long campaign with a death toll of thousands ends in a second. You could probably bring back all the dead as zombies or something too if you really wanted to. As to resetting the clock, a single day in an isolated city and a month spread out over an entire region are two entirely different things. You’re not sure if even you’re the omnipotent. It’s best not to screw with the plotline, you mean timeline, too often.

The most messed up part of all of this is that even after knowing you had just abandoned your 30 woman harem for nearly a month, there was a part of you that still wanted to throw the sheets back on and go to sleep next to Gothel. It just felt easy lying around with her.

“Come, sister, we need to fix your messes.” Ursula demanded, yanking Gothel out of bed.

“Nyaaaa… I don’t wanna!” Gothel cries.

“There is work to be done!” Grimhilde insists.

“N-noooo!” Gothel is dragged around of the room by her sisters kicking and screaming, but even that looks tired and lethargic.

“Daddy…” Merida says tightly as you realize there is only a few of the fighter girls left. “You…”

Merida stops, her eyes tearful, before turning and running away.

“!?”

Kida sighs tiredly. “I’m sorry, Rookie. A lot of the girls have been very worried since you left. You’ve been gone even longer than when you went to the capital. Perhaps… you should make it up to them.”

You lower your head, for once feeling something knew in this world that you might not have ever felt before. Bad. You feel like you let down these ladies. You feel a bit bad.

“Kida… have all the ladies come to the front lines?”

After a moment, Kida nods with a sigh. “They’re all stronger than any five soldiers, I take it that is your doing? They all insisted on coming.

“Can you gather them all together for me?”

“Y-yes, I suppose.” Kida nods slowly. “We’ll be in the throne room. Please come when you’re ready.”

You agree as Kida leaves the room and closes the door, leaving you alone in the place Gothel and you fornicated for nearly a month. After great periods of lethargy, it was sometimes important to put out effort for the things you want. You take a shower, clean up, get a haircut, and put yourself in your finest garb. It sounds time consuming, but given your magic, this only takes but a moment.

With a sigh, you look over this room of solitary confinement one last time, and grab the doorknob. You’ve wronged your harem, and now you need to the thing all men must do. Perhaps you could call it the most defining trait of a man. You have to apologize to women for not giving them enough attention.

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“Nya… ah… your cock!” Gothel cries ecstatically as she rides on top of you. “I love it!”

Her slender and light body is perfect for hopping up and down on your cock. Each time she slides your cock deep inside her pussy, her ears twitch. Her body is slick with sweat. Anyone who would say that Gothel is lazy has never seen Gothel have sex. As she works her hips using her impressively strong thigh muscles, she milks your shaft for all it’s worth.

“Hah… hah… I’m cumming!” Gothel cries out, but even as she does so she doesn’t slow down, but speeds up.

As her pussy gushes and clamps down on your cock, she continues to ram it home, taking all of your dick into her contracting womb. Her hands push on your chest, allowing herself to really gain lift, each time her pussy almost makes it to the tip before she impales herself on you all over again. This goes on for ages, the feeling of her tight pussy, your sweaty bodies, the feel of sex. It’s warm and fulfilling.

After what feels like an eternity, she finally collapses. “Y-you’re amazing!”

“Hmph…” You snort, not really affected by flattery anymore.”

“No, I mean it, I’ve never met a partner that can keep up with me. You’re definitely the right choice to be my boyfriend!”

You cough slightly. “Uh, huh… well, now that I’ve conquered you, I think it’s time to invade your sisters, right?”

“Eh? Who told you that? Is that Grimhilde and them? How bothersome.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me to become the Demon King?” You ask interestedly.

“Do you want to become the Demon King?” Gothel asks in return.

“N-no… not really? I mean, if you really think about it, it’s almost like a downgrade at this point. I don’t really see what being Demon King will do that I can’t already do. To be honest, I’ve found this whole Demon God coming to earth thing both dry and repetitive. I mean, if it’s some ugly guy, I’ll kill him, and if he’s some pretty girl, I’ll fuck her. Isn’t that the only way this story is going to end? My victory is basically assured by plot convenience.”

“Do you ever notice it’s weird when you talk about things like plot convenience or commenters or things like that?”

“Hah, what are those?” You ask, scratching your head.

Gothel smiles gently. “Never mind, you’ll find out the truth, in the end. Just keep being an innocent protagonist a little longer. There is still time.”

“Eh? Time?”

Gothel gets back up, “Mm! Time to fuck!”

You laugh. “Now that’s something we both can agree on.”

The pair of you fall back into each other’s arms. This time, the sex lasts even longer. You lie in bed, the naked Gothel lying right beside you. Your naked body is covered by blankets, but your foot is hanging out the side of the bed. There is a fire in the fireplace which is giving your foot just enough warmth to keep you from shivering.

It is this position when the door sudden slams open. Gothel gives a snort, casually looking up before rolling her eyes and falling back into her pillow. The person who emerges into the room is Merida and Kida. You look on in surprise as both girls are haggard and beaten. There is a cut on Merida’s cheek and Kida body looks to be dirtied. Both are holding their swords raised as they pant coming in.

“Rookie!”

“Daddy, finally!”

“Eh? You guy’s came? What’s up?” You smile. “Why don’t you join us in bed? Eh… take a shower first.”

The two girls look at each other before turning to you. “Rookie, why are you acting this way? We have been fighting to make it here. People are dying as we speak! Gothel’s armies are surrounding us! We only just managed to make a straight push towards the castle and break through their lines!”

“Hah? Why did you do that? I’ve been King for…  uh…” You look at your fingers. “At least a couple of days.”

“Days…” Merida exclaims, “Do you know how long you’ve been gone?”

“Just a few days, maybe a week…”

“Daddy, it’s been over a month since you came to the castle!”

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“Ahhh…. Ahhh… Ahhhn… C-cumming!” Gothel cries as you ride her ass from behind.

“Me too!” You declare, as you cock swells.

You shoot hot cum deep inside her womb as she cries in euphoria. Gothel’s pussy feels incredible, and she’s very much into sex. It’s actually very easy to satisfy her. She’s quick to orgasm, but always ready for another bout. It’s quite fun and you’re actually enjoying yourself. You collapse right next to her, the smell of sex wadding out from the pair of you.

“H-hungry…” Gothel mutters.

“Ah… I guess I can summon some food.”

“Bothersome…” Gothel sighs, snapping her fingers.

Immediately, the door opens and a scantily clad woman walks in. She’s wearing almost nothing, with a see-through robe covering a voluptuous naked body. In her hands is a tray full of various foods. She immediately puts it on the bed. Giving both of us a bow, she shoots you a wink before turning and walking away. You admire her behind which is visible through the robe on her way out.

“You like?” Gothel asks mischievously.

“Yes!” You nod, having long sense shed off any sense of shame.

“She’s yours. They all are. I used to have male servants, but I fired them all once I knew you were coming.” Gothel explains, pulling up a grape. “Here, eat with me.”

You take a grape from her finger, and then she takes that finger to her mouth and sucks on it a second, looking at you innocently.

“This is nice…” You sigh, wrapping you arms around her.

Gothel is soft and smooth, and the feel of her in your arms is nice. Every once in a while, you squeeze on her puffy tail, and she smiles at you. The fire rages on, and you lie in bed with Gothel deep into the night.

“I’m always running around.” You admit. “I recently went on vacation, and it ended up leaving me more exhausted than when I came.”

“Mmm…” Gothel nods, her head pushed into your arms. “That sounds rough.”

Gothel was actually very pleasant. She was gentle and all she did is listen. She had few demands. Actually, all in all, it was really easy talking to her. She was like the best parts of all the harem. Vivacious and sexual, comforting, beautiful, understanding, and gentle…

“I mean, I love my girls, but they always want my attention, so gets kind of to the point where I don’t have any me time.” You explain.

“Well, your powers make you that of a god, don’t they?” Gothel asks.

“Yeah, basically…”

“Then shouldn’t you be able to decide on all of these things.” Gothel suggests. “I’m yours, but I’m only yours for as long as you want me. You can have me, or you can have your servants. Or you can have anything. You are king, after all, it is your kingdom. Do what makes you happy.”

“Ah… well… with my magic, it’s always easier to-“

“Easier for you?”

“…” You look down.

Of course, from the beginning, you have always made things harder on yourself. Sometimes, it was just for fun. Other times, it was because of a sense of duty to your harem.

Gothel strokes your head comfortingly. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean anything by it. It sounds very troublesome. How about, you just stay with me a little bit longer.”

“Mm… you smell good.”

“Hmph… don’t smell, it makes me nervous.” Gothel looks away then puts her fingers together. “But… I could go for another round of sex… if you want.”

“Ah… now that, I might just do!”

You embrace Gothel once again. She spreads her legs as you slide inside of her. The pair of you kiss for several minutes. Her breath is sweet and she makes cute noises as she moans against you mouth. Her body is small, but it fits within your embrace perfectly. The feel of her pussy is tight and relaxing. You don’t bang her hard like a pornstar. You don’t need to. The pair of you just embrace in bed, feeling each other, holding each other.

Deep into the night you slide in and out of her. Does she cum? Do you cum? Does it matter. The feeling is wonderful. Her body is wonderful. It’s just nice. Breakfast in bed, some pillow talk, back to fucking. It’s nice. It’s relaxing. She massages your muscles as you lie on the bed. She makes cute little noises as she sleeps in your arm. She remains by your side, never questioning, never judging, never demanding. The fire rages on.

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You step out of the portal, which appears to lead you into a room. The room is somewhat modest for a demon lord’s castle. Rather it feels rather homey and comfortable. There is fireplace in the corner, but the majority of the room is taken up by a massive bed that encompasses the majority of it. In that bed is a form that appears to be sleeping. It seems like you have caught the demon lord off guard.

“You’re Gothel?” You ask.

There is a snort as if she was just waking up before she pushes the covers off of her, revealing her upper body. The first thing you notice are a giant pair of ears, easily as tall as the girl’s entire head. One of them has a cute bend in it, while the other stands tall. They are starkly white, with pink on the inside. On that note, here hair is also white, a very long thing that looks considerably messy. She rubs her eyes casually while yawning, looking the epidemy of a sleeping girl who just woke up.

She has a little bit of drool coming from her lips. Her face is small. Actually, her entire body is small. She’s not a tiny, but she’s not much bigger than Maleficant when all is said and done. She comes far from looking dark or intimidating. Her clothing appears to be a baggy white shirt, which sags to the point that partially exposes one of her shoulders. Her chest is small, only about B cups, which only just give the hint of the mounds underneath.

“Sooo…” She said with a long yawn. “You must be my new boyfriend I’ve been hearing about?”

“Hah? Boyfriend?” She seems so casual that the strange question catches you completely off guard.

“Mmm… the majority of my sisters have already been captured, so you plan to capture me next, yes?”

You nod, regaining some of your demeaner. “That’s right, I plan to conquer your land, and then conquer you!”

“Ah… it’s yours.”

“Uh… what?”

“The kingdom is yours. Do you need me to sign anything? I already told the maids to tell the guards to just let you in. They’ll follow your orders. Congratulations, King.”

“W-wait, wait, wait… what are you talking about here?”

“You wanted to conquer my kingdom. Congratulations, you succeeded, yay…” she clapped lightly, but it seemed half spirited as she laid back in the bed, seemingly completely at comfort.

“You…” You don’t seem to know what to say. “You won’t put up any resistance?”

“Too much bother…” Gothel sighs, “I’d rather just sleep. You’ve already conquered my sisters. If you wanted to conquer me, how could I put up much of a fight? So, it’s just easier to give you my kingdom.”

“That…” Your eyebrows twitch.

You had been spending the last month worrying about building up an army. Dark Elves, harpy’s, human alliances, all of this stuff was all towards finally defeating this “great” threat known as Gothel, and she folded quicker than anyone.

“Is that really it?” You demand in disbelief, still feeling like there is a catch.

“Haaaa… do I have to sign some paperwork? Can you just forge my signature or something?”

You frown, scratching your chin as you contemplate how easy this turned out to be. There had to be some catch, but you just couldn’t see it. As you sat there thinking, Gothel finally started moving. She pulled off her blanket, revealing that underneath her shirt, she was only wearing a pair of bear panties. Slowly, almost like a sloth, she raised her legend rolled over. She seemed to make it look exhausted.

Then, as she slowly stretched, she raised her butt up until it was stuck in the air. Her ass was very nice, and as her cheeks rose, the bear stretched until the cartoon covered half her butt. Just above the underwear was a white floof, which had to be her bunny tail. Still thinking about the catch, you only notice her cute tight small butt wagging at you after a few minutes. She seems to make no other motions. In fact, after stretching, her head was buried in her blanket to the point you aren’t even sure if she’s awake.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You finally ask.

Gothel looks back slowly with an incredulous look. “Didn’t you say you wanted to conquer me? As my boyfriend, you need to give me lots of sex!”

“Hah? You want me to fuck you?”

Gothel rolled her eyes. “Of course, I’ve been wanting your dick since I heard you planned to conquer me. Please fuck me until I pass out unconscious!”

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“Nyaaa!” Giselle shouts and screams as you cum at her. “More, more cum!”

“Hah? How much cum do you need before you can produce an army?”

“I can make 100 sisters…” Giselle says, “If man want 1000, need more!”

“You’d have more if sister would stop licking it off her!” Ursula growled.

While licking her fingers of cum, Grimhilde looks up. “Are you talking about me? I’m just cleaning up the splash off, I swear!”

“Beloved, please keep cumming on her and in her, you must finish producing your army.” Medusa declares. “And then… you can cum in me?”

Medusa seductively twists her body in a way only a lady who had some snake genes in her could do, winking and blowing you a kiss.

You sigh, looking down at you ten inch pecker. It has taken you all the way this far, banging hundreds of women, impregnating hundreds more. You have a castle. A harem of thirty beautiful waifus who want your dick. You have godlike power and want for nothing. Yet, as you stand over their harpy would, taking potshots with your cock, you suddenly find something wrong.

“My love? Is something wrong?” Grimhilde is the first to notice your strange mood.

“I’m not sure if wrong would be the right word. It’s just… haven’t we done all of this before?”

“Hah?” Maleficant speaks up. “I’ve certainly never held a naked harpy down while trying of dodge the cum bouncing off of her! I haven’t! Not even once!”

“Beloved, perhaps we need a break?”

“No… it’s just… I’ve cum on so many women, what does it matter if I jizz all over this one last harpy? Another cumshot? One more creampie? I’ve raped, broken, loved, and fucked many beautiful women, and in the end, it feels a bit empty. It gets me thinking. Where is this all going in the end?”

“Uh oh…” Medusa sighs. “I know what is going on here.”

“What is it?” Ursula demands. “What is wrong with the prince?”

“It seems like beloved is going through a mid-story crisis.”

“Eh? A what?”

“It’s like a mid-life crisis, but it occurs when the story has gone on a bit too long. Basically, things start to feel aimless and like their going nowhere. All the scenes just feel repetitive, and there seems to be a point where there seems nowhere interesting left to take the characters.”

“A-are you sure that’s what this is?” Grimhilde asks.

“Well, the signs are certainly there. Random characters get introduced that no one asked for…”

“Hey, I was asked for!” Giselle growled when everyone looked at her.

“B-but… how can we fix this? We should fix it! I said it twice!” Maleficant demands.

“Well, for many stories, it involves just starting over.”

“Starting over?”

“Like, have some event where the MC is depowered, or perhaps have him go to a new world where his power is only modest at best.” Medusa thought carefully as she spoke. “Basically, reset the status quo so there is a direction to go once again.”

“Wh-what will happen to us?” Maleficant asks fearfully.

“We’ll be left behind. We’ll become background bitches as a new cast of girls are slowly introduced. Oh, we might get a side chapter every 50 or so, but our chances of character development will be nilche.”

“I don’t want to be background bitch!” Maleficant cries, Ursula patting her head to soothe her.

“Surely, there has to be some other option, right?” Grimhilde responds pleafully.

“There is.” The words come from you, causing all of the girls to turn to you all of a sudden.

“P-prince?”

“My love?”

“Beloved?”

“Tiny-pervert?”

“It’s time for this story to die.” You declare.

“!?”

“I’ve been playing around with armies, and feminist dark elves, and dragons, and demi-humans, and all of that crap, but it all forgets one simple thing.”

“What is that, my love?”

“I’m basically a god. When I first came to this world, it took me less than day to conquer you.” You look at Grimhilde. “On that note, all of you fell to me without effort.”

The four women look away, somewhat complicated expressions on their faces. “Th-that’s not fair, my love…”

“I’m not looking down on you,” You say, lifting Grimhilde’s chin. “I love you girls. I may have conquered you, but you are absolutely mine. My heart belongs to you all.”

The four demon lords blush, looking away shyly at my sudden declaration. They were all girls, and easily effected when the man they look up to more than anything claims them as such.

“Three more demon lords…” you sigh. “I’m not going to waste any more time. I’ll just go to their castles and rape them until they are mine. Who is the next girl on the list? Gothel? She’ll be my bitch in a matter of hours. I’ll be right back.”

The demon lord’s eyes widen as you speak so. You open a portal an instantly later, which should open right to Gothel.

“W-wait!” Grimhilde shouts. “Yo-you can’t!”

“Th-this isn’t the same!” Ursula cried. “Gothel is-“

You step through and the portal closes instantly behind you.

“N-no…”

“What happened?” Snow White asks as she approaches with some of the other girls involved in the invasion plans. “Is Warrior going somewhere?”

“He… he left…” Maleficant says in disbelief. “He left us!”

Snow White frowned. “What do you mean, he left?”

“He went to…” Medusa swallows. “He went to Gothel’s castle.”

Snow White gave a grin. “About time! Fantastic, we can bolster our ranks and…”

The four demon lords immediately shook their heads, but it was Grimhilde who stepped forward. “Ready the armies. All of them. The demons. The dragons. The goblins. Even the sex dolls. We need every force we have. We’re heading out tonight! We must win! We must get to Gothel’s castle or all is lost! This is no longer a war, but a rescue mission!”

Snow White’s grin became a frown. “I-is this Gothel really so dangerous?”

“Dangerous?” Medusa looks up. “Yes… but it isn’t Gothel we need to save beloved from.”

“Then who?” Merida asks worriedly from behind Snow White.

Grimhilde turns to Merida, her expression flat. “Himself.”

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“Man, it’s good to be home.” You sigh, stepping into your home.

“Then again, this isn’t really the same home, is it, my love?” Grimhilde sighs, “But it will do.”

“I like it, it’s really big!” Jasmine runs around excitedly, being chased by Elena.

“It’s bigger than my castle, is that tiny-pervert trying to start something?” Maleficant growls.

“I think it’s about time that we move back into a castle.” Aurora responds happily. “This is truly a becoming place for the King of Riun.”

“Oh, yeah… I guess I am a king now.” You sigh, looking around the castle.”

It is truly magnificent. The castle you all reside in is a marvel of engineering. It’s a massive place the size of what Riun once was. Of course, Riun has since grown as well, and is at least four times its original size as well. This still means that 1/5 of the city is taken up by a massive castle which seemed to have sprung up in less than a month. The small multi-racial town has grown into a massive city worthy of being called a Kingdom since you came here only a few months ago.

The girl’s race out to explore the castle, finding their own rooms. You had everything that was lost in the fire replaced verbatim, so the girls let out cries of excitement as they find all of their lost stuff has been returned to them. The castle is full of bedrooms, sex rooms, giant dancehalls, pools, waterfalls, and more. it could easily house a harem of five hundred. It is truly an epic place that meets every piece of your imagination as far as grandness goes. Only the quadruplets seem a little depressed as they realize their cleaning load has substantially increased.

Sebastian is there at the entrance to greet them and drag them back to the work. The four girls are pulled away crying as they no longer are allowed to vacation. Well, considering they are your slaves, they have no room to complain about it. Many would say your treatment on them is too good. However, when you have thirty some women at your beck and call, it’s a bit difficult to keep track on who gets what benefits. It’s okay to spoil them once in a while, you figure.

“My love, it’s time we get down to business.” Grimhilde appears with her three sisters in tow.

“Yes, prince, I have come to accept that you’re powerful.” Ursula sniffs. “You must continue on your path of the Demon King.”

“Beloved, we have an army that consists of dragons, dark elves, demons, humans, and goblins. The only thing we are missing is some kind of Vanguard. Preferably a group of small, quick scouts who can quickly return to report.”

“I used to attach wings to skeletons.” Maleficant sniffed. “Flying scouts are the fastest.”

“A flying disposable vanguard?” You mutter, then your eyes brighten. “I have an idea!”

You open a portal next to you and reach in, then pull out a person.

“Ah!” The four demon lords let out cries of surprise as a winged naked woman suddenly emerges from the portal.

All of them had suffered at the hands of your pussy canon, so naturally, they had some trauma when looking at the form of this creature. It was none other than a harpy. They had all hoped the harpies had been wiped out when you took out the harpy queen, but appeared like one of them had survived.

“Wh-what are you doing with that?” Grimhilde demands, putting on a guarded expression.

You give a nonchalant shrug as the harpy doesn’t resist in your arms, seeming to hang their docile. “This was a stowaway on our ship. “After the attack, it had managed to get stuffed in one of the rudders, so I just locked it up until you reminded me of it.”

“Re-really…” The girls try to ignore that you casually have naked women imprisoned. “But what do you hope to accomplish with that?”

“Eh?” You look at the silent harpy, who seems to be watching you thoughtfully. “Don’t these replicate if you spooge on them? I can just make up a giant army, right?”

Ursula shook her head. “No… it doesn’t work that way. Rather, you can replicate harpies that way, but basically, the harpies split their magic and intelligence during replication. In essence, the two harpies are always weaker and stupider than the original. By the end, most of the ones attacking us were just mindless drones. Only a queen can produce a full harpy.”

“It’s why we were able to survive the onslaught of a million harpies.” Grimhilde added. “There may have been a lot, but they were all very weak and could barely think. Even the slight mist from your… ahem… pussy canons was sufficient to send them plummeting to Earth. The originals would have been a lot tougher and used strategy, but you took them down personally with your… errrr… aim. As far as this one, it likely has already been replicated a few dozen times, so, it likely is dumb as a brick.”

“This is not true!” The harpy suddenly spoke up, causing all of your glance at it in surprise.

“This harpy is not normal harpy! This harpy is harpy queen!” It declares proudly.

“Hah?” You look over at the harpy in your hand. “Harpy queens are big, aren’t you really small?”

“When man blow up former harpy queen, she used all her magic to bud me off! I am a direct descendant of former harpy queen. I may not be large, but I have all the magic and intelligence of former queen!”

“So, you’re a harpy queen… why did you board my ship?”

“Man destroy queen with semen. Semen is life for harpy.” The harpy says, looking at you emphatically. “Harpy created through baptism of man’s semen. Harpy is bonded to man!”

“Haaaah?” You let out a sigh. “Another girl? Seriously? Can’t I go on one adventure without expanding my harem?”

“According to commenters, if you stick your dick in it, it must join your harem.” Grimhilde explains, “They were really upset you didn’t add harpies earlier. They keep saying the harem is too large, but if you don’t add every girl with an even passing acquaintance, they complain.”

“Re-really…”

“They’re still complaining you didn’t steal every girl from the human nobles.”

“Selena, Hilary, and the rest?” You ask flabbergasted. “They were married, and older ladies. They don’t even have princess names!”

“Doesn’t matter, some are even still upset you let men still sleep with the commoner girls of Riun.”

“Pun Damn it.” You sigh, pulling something out of another portal. “Here’s a toaster! Are you saying if I fuck it, it must join my harem?”

Grimhilde looks at it with a wry smile and gives a shrug.

The toaster looks up at you. “Eeeevvveee…”

“Nope!” You throw the toaster on the ground, smashing it to bits as it cries out ‘Waaallll-Eeee.’

While you’re finishing removing a plot point that never should have entered this world with your stomp, the Harpy speaks up again. “Harpy name is Giselle, I happy make army for man!”

“Fuck!”

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Sorry, I didn’t get this out yesterday, but… thanksgiving. Here you go!

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“I still do not understand what we are all doing here.” Wendy asks with a frown.

Pocahontas pats Wendy on the shoulder. “Every once in a while, Benefactor likes to show us some of the customs and holidays from his world. He thought now would be a good time to reconcile all of the groups together.”

“Hmph… I don’t see why dragons must dine with goblins!” Mulan sniffs.

“Hero says in his old world, there was a holiday that occurred around this time of year.” Cinderella explains. “It is called, Thanksgiving.”

In truth, everyone was being brought together. The goblins, the dark elves, the dragons, the demons and the higher ups of Riun. Everyone who had sworn allegiance to you were now gathering at this location where a long table was set and food was being prepared by hundreds of cooks.

“Wh-what is thanksgiving, anyway?” Ursula gulps, looking over all the food being laid out on a table long enough to sit nearly five hundred people.

“It’s a day where we eat until we’re stuffed!” Merida shouts excitedly, drool coming down her chin.

“Eating a feast is only part of this day.” Cinderella nods. “But yes, there are many traditional foods such as Turkey and stuffing.”

“Y-yum!” Ursula tries to take something, but Maleficant slaps her hand.

“We must give thanks first! Right? Right?”

Cinderella nods. “Yes, this day is all about being appreciative for what we have, but also about bringing people together. The story of thanksgiving happened a long time ago in Darling’s world. As the story goes, a group of foreign men encroached on the land of natives. However, they were stupid and ill-suited surviving in the new environment. The natives watched on as many of them starved.”

“That sounds like an awful story!” Elena cries out.

“I kind of like it!” Snow White grins.

“Well, it doesn’t have a sad ending. As the story goes, the natives took pity on the foreign men who had white skin, and eventually helped them to live off the land. You give a man a fish, and eats for a day, you teach a man how to fish, and he eats for a lifetime…”

“I thought men formed harems so they could eat fish for a lifetime…” Ariel ponders.

“Ah… different kind of fish, dear.” Aurora pats her on the head.

“Anyway, after the white men began to fend for themselves, they through a feast in appreciation and thankfulness to the natives. It was a true coming together even where regardless of station, everyone could come together and appreciate what they had. It’s a day, once a year, when we can put aside our petty differences and come together to enjoy good food and good company.”

“Ah… that’s kind of sweet.” Ariel smiles.

“Well then, don’t wait, let’s dig in!” You walk up to the girls and wink.

Every sits down at the table. Goblins are next to dragons. Dark elfs are next to sex dolls. Riun citizens are next to demons. It is truly an event that brings people together. You magic of course ensures the food is perfectly prepared and caters to all the tastes. Everyone eats on excitedly, enjoying the meal.

Naturally, Merida and Ursula seem to eat the most, the pair almost seeming to have come to competition on who could clear the most plates. In the end, they both lose, collapsed with bloated tummies. Maleficant immediately tries to B-line for the desert table, but you force her to take some vegetables. She does so begrudgingly, but after calling Moana as backup, she finally allowed you to scoop some greenbeans on her plate.

Soon, with food and alcohol, the group grows more and more boisterous. People start hanging out and dancing and it is quite a merry time.

“Is that the end of the story?” Kida finally asks. “Does it end with the white man invader and the natives coming together in unity for all time?”

“Ah…” Cinderella looks down. “As to that…”

“Actually, thanksgiving has always been about reenacting that original act, where the white men and the natives made peace.” You speak up, bailing Cinderella out. “That is to say that in order to properly celebrate Thanksgiving, we should celebrate it correctly. As it were, I myself am a white man, and you all are natives to this world. In a way, my coming here was much like the coming of the pilgrims, and all of you helping me fit in this world is like the work of the Native Americans. So, on that note, I’ve decided to end this thanksgiving meal the same way as it went down historically.”

“Eh?” Cinderella looks up in surprise.

Grimhilde gives a frown. “M-my love, just how did the relations between the white man and the natives end?”

“Ah… the white man fucked them… they fucked them so hard. They raped the natives out of home and land.”

“Ah! Oooh….” The girl’s eyes flash as realization sets in.

You rip off your pants, “I honor my traditions! Happy Thanksgiving!”

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