I passed an idyllic week in the dwarf hold. To be honest, it might have been the best time of my entire life. There was something so exhilarating and joyous about completely abandoning your inhibitions and just doing what you wanted without wringing one's hands over every decision. I didn't need to wring my hand about the nature of Rose's feelings, because I just accepted her love and fucked the hell out of her every night. I didn't need to agonize over the absurd sluttiness of elves, because I just accepted Sophia's obsequious affections and allowed her to roleplay as a blowjob-hungry dog. Every day was good. Every day I was glad to be alive, which, trust me, was a very strange feeling indeed.

My sparring sessions with Rose intensified with each passing day. We were determined to knock the shit out of the other and claim dominance, but neither of us could quite edge out the other. Rose had insane skills acquired through dedicated prayer and service as a paladin, which sounded like bullshit to me but was apparently true, whereas I had insanely broken Heir powers that let me compensate for a relative lack of skill. I managed to get One-Handed Blades all the way up to Level 100, earning the milestone that allowed me to swing blades faster than the speed out of sound, apparently. I hadn't tried it against Rose just yet, but I felt like if I played my cards right, it would be the trump card that secured my victory.

Archery was progressing much less smoothly. Sophia had gradually started losing her mind from subsisting solely on blowjobs despite watching Rose and I fuck every night. At morning and night there was Rose's watchful eye keeping her from breaking the schedule, but in the afternoon we were alone at the archery targets, and she was heated up from her luncheon of cum. Eventually she started just dropping arrows and bending over to pick them up repeatedly (with no panties on beneath her flipped-up skirt) until I just grabbed her ass and gave her what she wanted. The one time I tried ignoring her completely, she started actively walking backwards while bending over until her bare ass bumped against my crotch, whereupon she started pushing and rubbing it against my swelling erection until I just gave up. I could describe these sessions in gratuitous detail, but honestly even I got a little scared by Sophia's intensity.

It was funny how she always wanted me to do it from behind, honestly. It was always doggy style with her, which was the peak of allegory if you asked me. Meanwhile, Rose always stuck to missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation. You could really understand a lot about their mindsets by their preferred sexual positions, and honestly, it did feel strange when I flipped the positions around. Actually looking at Sophia head-on during sex would be weird as hell, since it would be treating her like a person instead of a beast to satisfy, and doing Rose from behind just seemed slightly demeaning, even if the sight of my dick pounding away at heart-shaped ass would surely make me cum buckets in an instant.

As you can see. It had been a pretty great week for me. I really had to question why more harem protagonists didn't just fuck everything that moved. I could say with confidence, it felt pretty amazing, and there were literally zero downsides.

Speaking of everything that moves, Medea was almost done with de-brainwashing the dwarves. Or at least, removing the kill order to destroy the hold if she ever died. The actual brainwashing was permanent and more or less made her the de facto leader of the dwarf hold for the coming years as new Excavators were mined out of the walls (i.e. more children were made). She had been dragging her feet at first, reluctant to abandon her dead man's switch, but she picked up the pace once I promised to dick her when she was done. Crafty sluts were tricky to deal with until you remembered that their one weakness was a firm club stored securely in your pants out of their reach.

Hilda was apparently almost done with her spell. Good for her. To be honest, I really doubted Rose was going go give her literally any time in the sex schedule, but maybe there would be time for some quick pity fucks in the bathroom if she could find a way to avoid getting caught. It was kind of fucked up to think like that, but well, once you had a harem of five thirsty babes all lusting for your cock at once, you would understand. One couldn't just fuck whomever they wanted whenever they wanted, even with a goddess-given dick that had infinite stamina.

That left Daiya. Much had changed over the past week. I worked on casually getting her love points up while sparring, and sure enough, they went up without much issue. It was honestly fairly rote at this point. You wouldn't hear me complaining, but the whole love point system was yet another way in which this world was biased in my favor. Having instant access to the emotional state of a girl, when she was already inclined by prophecy and slut genes to lust for me, kind of made things too easy. In retrospect, Rose really had busted her ass to resist the urges for as long as she did. It was only through sheer strength of will and intelligence that she didn't cave in almost immediately.

It helped that I hadn't caved in either at that point. But we had both crossed the line by now.

Anyway, suffice to say, I was hardly surprised that Daiya changed the day after she hit Infatuation.

I woke up one morning to discover Daiya's face partially obscured by two giant, pillowy breasts extending from her previously bare chest. They were incredibly soft looking for things supposedly made from rock, and they were topped by two black, hard-looking nipples. Looking down I saw a thin waist that blossomed into wide, child-bearing hips which lead into thicc thighs that exuded meat and weight. Her new body was literally made for sex. That turn of phrase was a bit misogynistic since it objectified the female body, but in this case it was literally true. She had observed... mainly Hilda's body, it seemed, and formulated what was in her mind the ideal body for sex. And sexy it was indeed.

I had closed my eyes in contemplation after that. It was hardly surprising that a golem with control over her body would morph it to be as sexy as possible once the fires of romance were kindled in her heart. Like I said, the love points made all this kind of rote. But it was still evidence of just how deeply fucked up this place was on some deep, deep level. Not even an asexual, aromantic dwarf was safe. Everything went the same way. Every woman fell in love with me. Every woman became increasingly obsessed, until my presence and dick was all that mattered.

This, too, was the fate of a harem protagonist, I mused. Whatever depth or lives these women had was kind of irrelevant in the face of their love for me. All roads lead to Malcador dick. It was laughable to imagine Sophia actually going back to Koh'rin to rule as a queen now, and if anyone tried to get Rose on the throne, it was easy to imagine her refusing so she could dedicate herself to raising my children. It made sense, in a way. Love dominated all, and it wasn't like she could clone herself to do both, which would be a total cop-out. Who cared about power when one was perfectly content being a loving housewife? I felt the same way, even. I gave no shits about my Heir quest. I would be fine settling down with Rose and never hero-ing again, if it weren't for the Excursed and their legions positioned to destroy the world or whatever.

Daiya's love points went up when I complimented her new body. She didn't smile.

The week continued, and on the seventh day I got the final love point that brought her up to Obsession, which in turn brought us to the present moment.

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I woke up feeling something cold but soft pressing against my left side. I turned my head and saw Daiya staring at me in bed; her eyes narrowed slightly and unflinching, as always. It was still a bit odd to see her new made-for-sex body, since it contrasted so heavily with the thin stick of a body she used to have, but the pillowy gray boobs pressed against me were unmistakable. She finally had enough love points that simply watching was not enough to contain the fire burning within her. I had seen this coming, honestly; ever since getting up to Infatuation, she had started arriving earlier to watch Rose and me have sex. I didn't care. Hilda's and Medea's constant spying kind of dulled any shyness I might have felt.

"I believe wake-up kisses are customary in human culture," she said flatly. Her primary source of human culture was me, which was really not a good sign at all.

"You're already awake."

"That is no excuse to break custom."

I shrugged. She had a point, and I wasn't about to flip out and throw a tantrum about it. Maybe in the past I would have bemoaned how blatant her affections were, but this was my status quo by now.

I leaned forward to kiss Daiya. She allowed it to happen with no change in expression or movement on her part. Her lips were rock-hard at first, as if she had no idea how lips were supposed to feel, but they soon softened in response to mine. Yet more thinly veiled metaphors. Seconds passed, and I started getting pretty fucking thrown off. Daiya kept her narrowed eyes open, and stared me down during the entire kiss, even as she sucked on my lips and experimentally stuck her tongue into my mouth (her tongue, incidentally, being wet for some reason. I kind of thought there would be nothing but dryness inside her, but apparently not.)

When I finally pulled my head back, she licked her full, black lips with no change in expression. "They are certainly pleasurable," she mused. "I can see why it is a human tradition."

I leaned back and looked at the ceiling. Somehow, I found myself not really caring about this too much. My heart was all for Rose, with a little space for Sophia to serve as, like, a family dog. Was this actually the hardest part of being a harem protagonist? Actually finding it in you to care about every single girl who came your way? I really doubted I could have meaningful relationships with all of them at once. Hell, Hilda was already losing her mind at how little time I could spend with her. How the fuck did harem protagonists do it? You would need to have an enormous heart a lot bigger than mine, and probably not care too much about sweating the small stuff, like whether you actually loved the girl you barely spent any time with or knew very well.

I wondered if Daiya would be offended if I asked her to be satisfied as like, a fuck buddy. Was it sinful to ask an ancient queen who had ruled a matriarchy with an iron fist for millennia to be a fuck buddy on the side? Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but that was the only way I saw this working out. She could serve as like a rock in our garden that could double as a sex toy if Rose was busy with our hundred children.

Also. Rose would have to redo her plans for the bed. It seems like Daiya was not satisfied just standing by the side, and we were running out of space for everyone.

"I wish to experience the human act known as intercourse," Daiya said.

Predictable, but still, shit. I was really stuck between a rock and a hard place now. This was a reasonably wide bed, but with Rose pressed against me and Sophia curled up at the bottom, there really wasn't any way for us to go at it without... ah, fuck it. What did I care if I woke them up while pounding the fuck out of Daiya? Rose wasn't an idiot, she had known this was coming the second Daiya was a confirmed part of the Five, and any lingering doubt had been blasted away by Daiya turning herself into a sex object. She would know what was up.

"Sure," I said, and detached myself from Rose's curvy supermodel body to get on top of Daiya's thick as hell sex object body. That doubtlessly woke up Rose, or put her in the process of waking up, but every night she pressed herself against me so firmly that I would have to Miasma her to stop her from noticing me pulling away.

I pulled off my boxers with little fanfare. Again, I wasn't going to throw a tantrum about having sex, and this had been inevitable anyway. Rose's therapy had done wonders for me. Sex was normal, healthy, and best done a lot. No need to wring my hands and find excuses not to bang a ready and willing babe. Only a simp would try to maintain a platonic relationship with someone clearly in love with them and interested in sex. Or well, Daiya was more "obsessed" than "in love," maybe, but the point stands.

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The first problem arose when I tried positioning my dick at the entrance to her newly-made pussy. As foreshadowed previously, her lips were rock hard. Due to being made out of rocks. Instantly, the last thing my grandfather said to me before his tragic death at a robot manufacturing plant flashed through my mind: "Sonny, never fist an android girl." His dying wisdom rang true, and I was instantly struck with a fear of my dick getting ground to bits by metallic gears within Daiya's pussy.

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Luckily, Daiya was in complete control of the situation. Her vulva softened instantly, and an experimental poke into her insides with a finger confirmed her insides were soft, and also wet. I looked up at her as I fingered her. Her expression was utterly blank, with her slightly narrowed eyes and slight frown the same as always. The thing about dwarves was they literally had no conception of sex. It was not a thing in their culture. In a way, it wasn't even fair to call Daiya slutty for doing this. It would be kind of like finding an alien species that procreated through the use of buckets, and then presenting them with a bucket. You would simply not understand the implications. You would just be like, here's a bucket, and they would be like, oh god what the fuck.

In short, despite the absurdity of Daiya rebuilding her body real-time to maximum sex aptitude, it really wasn't anything special from her perspective. She was just politely throwing the bucket out of the window to accommodate my perverted human needs. Thank you for your xeno-understanding.

I slid my dick into her surprisingly wet and inviting pussy, keeping my eye on her face the entire time. If my theory was current, she should be experiencing literally perfect pleasure for her tastes, but her expression was as flat as ever. Feeling challenged, I started to thrust vigorously into her. The force of each thrust caused her tall, nubile body to bounce, and her pillowy gray breasts spun in circles due to their weight and size. It reminded me of ye olde days when I had fucked Hilda all that time ago. The memory was nostalgic; thinking back, I had lost my virginity to her.

But while Hilda had lost her mind almost instantly, Daiya seemed completely unfazed. She was regarding me blankly as I thrusted, her frown indicating no pleasure, and her narrowed eyes indicating no approval. I dared not outright ask "Does it feel good for you?" despite the fact it probably would have been normal to. Deep inside, I was a little scared of the answer being "No," which was fully plausible since dwarves didn't have sex nerves or whatever.

She was being, what was the term, a dead fish. She was resting perfectly straight beneath me, her thick thighs opened up enough to let me between them, but not doing much more than that. Really, her being so tall and so thick kind of made it seem like I was a small man being lost within the sea of flesh belonging to a giantess, which wasn't entirely what I was used to feeling. I started intensifying my thrusting, until the bed was audibly creaking beneath us and Rose was almost certainly bouncing up into the air with each thrust, but nothing. Her resting bitch face remained strong.

Ultimately, I decided to unleash my secret weapon. The technique I had learned a week ago and almost lost my life in the process. It was risky, but nothing could be worse than Daiya giving a bored shake of her head in dismissal after all this. N-Not that I wanted her to get addicted to sex or anything, dummy!

Female Cum Control Deactivate, I thought to myself. I wasn't sure if that was the actual name for the setting that gave girls ideal pleasure instead of maximum pleasure, but surely just wanting it to be true would make it work anyway.

The effect was immediate. Daiya's eyes widened slightly, which was perhaps the first time I had ever seen her without narrowed eyes. Her mouth opened, then closed. I grinned to myself in satisfaction. Take that, stone queen. Never underestimate the power of Sex Level 100.

But in reality, it was I who underestimated the power of Sex Level 100. Its power was simply too great to unleash on anyone, even a stone golem with incredible psychic powers and complete control of every nerve of her body.

The convulsing started first, with her hands and feet vibrating rapidly enough like jackhammers to rip through anything unfortunate enough to touch them. Her face twitched like she was being electrocuted, a variety of grimaces and just dumb-looking choking expressions flashing across her face as her neck jerked side to side. Soon, two grey tentacle-like things shot out of her sides and grabbed the back of my hips. I froze in confusion, but that just infuriated them; they instantly started slamming hips back and forth, jamming my cock as deeply into Daiya's pussy as possible. She had no cervix or womb at the end, only endless tunnels of wet meaty walls, so the tentacles really went hard. I was a sex toy, and in her pleasure-addled mind, the only thing she could think to do was pound my dick into her as hard as physically possible.

Her lower hips began to shatter from the sheer force of the blows; even her soft flesh was still rock, in the end, and could not contain the beating. It was genuinely horrifying to see her body break apart beneath me, and it only got worse when cracks started forming across her face. She was like an eggshell breaking apart with each thrust. It was simply too much.

For my part, I was basically ragdolling as I was flung back and forth. The sheer G-forces from each swing almost made my neck snap, and if I wasn't so overleveled I was confident it would have. I could barely breathe, much less think hard enough to re-activate the limit. We were both destroying each other.

It was all I could do, with Daiya's lower half crumbled to bits and her now pounding me into the pussy hole on her lower torso, to finally choke a single word in my head. CUM!

Maybe, I thought in my delirious, pained mind, that would satisfy her. Maybe she would cum in her own dwarf way upon being cummed into and that would be that. It was the best I could do.

But it wasn't enough.

Cum sprayed from my dick like a hose directly into her torso, with her pussy and hips long shattered into dust. The eternal pussy tube within her proved how long it really was in swift fashion; with no womb to house my cum, it went directly up to her skull and flooded out of her nose and mouth. First trickles, then veritable rivers of cum flowed out of her nose and mouth as her eyes rolled to the back of her head in an orgasmic expression. Some even started spraying out of her ears, but I couldn't stop. The tentacles were pounding me into her even harder than before. Each thrust dug deeper into her breaking torso. It was simply too pleasurable. I came even harder, and that was it. The fatal blow.

There was simply too much cum.

Her head exploded; the cracks gave away to the flood of cum's pressure and burst apart, resulting in her head literally exploding from the cum. It was like watching a headshot in a video game except it was a woman's real head, and instead of gore flying everywhere it was cum. The only thing that survived the cum explosion was her tiara of diamonds, which fell down to the pillow as the remaining fragments of her body crumbled to dust.

Love Points Gained! Daiya +958

Love Cap Reached! Obsession has become True Love!

Your souls have become one.

"Good goddess," Rose said. "That was hard to masturbate to." She licked the love juice off her hands with satisfaction.

I turned to look at her. "Wh, Wha... What..."

Rose looked down at her own crotch, which was a mess of juices. "It's unfortunate that you cannot repeat that display with me. Ah, what I would do for a malleable body of rock."

"Now's not... Not the time... She's, she's dead... Cumsplosion... I killed a woman with cum..." I looked down at my hands in horror. They were covered in dust; dust that had once been named Daiya. Sex Level 100 was too powerful. It was a cheat skill. It was too much for mortals to bear. I got too cocky. I got too fucking cocky. I never should have fucked my harem.

"I'm sure she'll get better."

"No..."

Flashes of Daiya's head exploding with cum flashed through my mind. It was such a disturbing mix of traumatizing and hot. There had been no sign of resting bitch face moments before the fatal moment. Gray tongue hanging from her black lips, eyes rolled back to her head, a blissful look of orgasm as cum sprayed from her ears and poured from her nose. She had been destroyed in both body and soul. Rose was right. It would be hard to masturbate to this, but tempting. If only I could forget the part moments after when said blissful expression exploded into literal pieces.

Was this regicide? Was I going to be arrested? Was the prophecy ruined? Where... Oh. Where was the 'bitch is dead' prophecy message?

Rose lifted an eyebrow. "Have you forgotten basic dwarf physiology already? Her mind is in the diamonds, the body is just a golem formed from magic. She is fine, although perhaps changed forever in some deep way."

"Me, me too..."

Female Cum Control Activate. I didn't want to turn that off ever again. The female orgasm was real, and mind-blowingly powerful. The pleasure had to be contained within Cum Control to prevent unnecessary death and destruction.

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It took hours for Daiya to reform, with the early morning becoming soundly morning. She looked like her normal self (that is, her normal sex object body self), and when asked how she felt, she had only this to say with a completely flat expression:

"I am fine. Sex is interesting, and pleasurable. I would perhaps be interested in trying it again."

At first I was surprised by how calm she was, but Rose whispered to me later that the psychic powers afforded to gems included complete and utter control of their emotions and expressions. There was no way of us knowing what she was really feeling behind the blank regal façade she put up as a matter of course. The fact she had actually broken down and ahegao'd during sex earlier was evidence that Sex Level 100 was stronger than even the mightiest psychic magic the world had to offer. It was kind of cute how she resembled Rose in that way, though; I guess during the "perfect" sex part she was just being successful in maintaining a cool face through physic powers.

My only hope was that moving forward, she wouldn't grab me with tentacles to use me as an impromptu dildo.

We were all dressed, and once Daiya magicked some robes on, we left for breakfast. Daiya looked astoundingly different in her robes, with the chest of them now puffing out enormously, and her huge hips swaying as she walked. It honestly hurt her regal image a bit, since it really was obvious at a single glance that her body was made for sex. The question was just whether dwarves would care.

Hilda and Medea were already at the table, since the rest of us were late. Hilda frowned at Daiya; it was fairly obvious that Daiya had taken inspiration from Hilda's meaty curves, and apparently Hilda felt the Five were actively trying to make her obsolete. Unfortunately, I didn't really know how to approach the difficult question of how to respond to a stone golem copying the general flow of a human's meaty curves to use for their own body. This didn't really come up at high school back on Earth.

Anyway, we all sat down. Rose, Sophia, and Daiya sat across from me, while Hilda sat to my left and Medea sat to my right. That may have seemed a bit backwards, but it was easier to stare at and talk to someone while sitting across from them.

"My dearest Heir," Medea said first, a hint of eagerness apparent in her voice. "The dwarves have all been freed of their suicidal orders. The job is done."

"Great. Now we can put all this behind us and go to the Beastkin Kingdom."

"Indeed, but first. You do recall what you promised me, yes?"

"Right, right. We ca—"

"I will fit you into the schedule when time is available," Rose interrupted. Medea and I looked at her.

"Really?" I asked.

"You would dare?" Medea asked in turn, her eyes narrowed.

Rose gave a light shrug, face impassive. "The schedule is there for a reason. His mornings, noons, and nights are all occupied. It will not be easy to squeeze you in."

"I mastered the spell!" Hilda interrupted. "Let's go do it now!"

"Wait in line, foul whore," Medea said with a snarl. The two of them began an angry staring contest with me caught right between them and their bountiful busts as they pressed against me from either side.

I sighed. If there had been any doubts before, there were none now. We had reached critical slut mass. It was all sex, all the time. We weren't just failing the Bechdel Test, we were taking it out back and shooting it in the head repeatedly for daring to interfere with our constant orgies of gratuitous sex. "How many conversations between girls don't involve a man?" How about how many conversations don't involve five separate women pawing for my dick while fantasizing about their brains literally exploding with cum? Alison Bechdel was weeping through the sheer psychic damage our behavior was inflicting upon her from an entirely different world.

I contemplated the path that took me here. Was there any way I could have avoided this? Was there any one fatal mistake I made that led to this? No. This was just the way of the world. Sex beat upon our minds like police at the door of an innocent. I tried resisting, viewing it as something more special and sacred. I failed. Rose resisted, perhaps understandably being disconcerted by her sudden obsessive attraction to me. She failed. Love won. Sex won. It was the way of the world, and once sex won, it was over. There was no utility function that surpassed having constant, incredible sex with the person you loved. All ethics and morals fell before it. No other conversation topic mattered nearly as much. It was dominant for a reason. How were we supposed to focus on questing and adventuring when we could be having mind-blowing sex? It just didn't make sense. The moment I embraced sex, this was fate. There was no other way things could have turned out. The plight of a harem protagonist was that he had to resist sex forever, or else completely derail everything with constant, sweaty sex.

Really, this brought to mind Jeremy Bentham's foundational texts on modern utilitarianism. We must recall this famous quotation: "Create all the happiness you are able to create; remove all the misery you are able to rem—"

Autosave Complete!

What the. Did the system just interrupt a monologue with a completely random autosave?

I was so thrown off I lost my train of thought. Nobody around me had noticed anything. Medea and Hilda were getting up in each other's faces, which was maybe an excuse to lean over me and put their faces near mine. Rose was frowning slightly, while Sophia was longingly eyeing the underside of the table. Daiya was impassive. Was it just me?

Maybe thirty seconds passed, and then the explosions started.

They shook the dwarven palace like an earthquake, or rather, perhaps they had started an actual earthquake. Explosion after explosion could be heard, and we stood up hastily, all of us at a loss since no windows afforded us a look outside. The shaking continued for an uncomfortably long time, then slowly calmed. A dwarf rushed into the room.

"Queen Daiya! It's the demons! They're invading! They be everywhere!"

I looked at Rose. She looked at me.

"Don't say it," she warned.

I opened my mouth.

"Don't say it!"

"Uh oh! Looks like things aren't going according to plan! We'll have to deal with the demons before the beastkin! Who could have seen this coming?!"

She rolled her eyes as I smirked at her. An admittance of defeat, and one I gladly accepted. Never say the plan out loud, Rose. Never.