“So My Lord, still having nightmares from last week,” Angie asked with a devilish smirk.
I just shuddered as I remembered what they had me do. I even made a personal vow to never do that again. Well, maybe one or two I will do again. The rest, OH HELL FUCKING NO!
* Decrease the amount of weight we have
* Make us as tight as we can get without hurting us
* Increase our sensitivity
* Make our wombs more viable for your seed***** (don’t, and you won’t have sex for the next 4 years)
* Make our hair and/or fur smooth and beautiful
* Make our skin silky smooth permanently
* Make your dick ribbed
* Give yourself and us a hair trigger (not negotiable)
That took me nearly 3 days to do. I even had to readjust my own reproductive organ just to help out with the viability issue. That hurt like hell. Let me tell you.
Now they are constantly trying to ride me to the moon and back. Especially Aletha. Talk about a demon-possessed succubus.
I can feel the goosebumps forming on my skin even now just thinking about it.
Looking back at the demon wolf woman, I simply asked: “so how much did you spend at the lingerie shop this week?”
Now she was red-faced and scowling at me. Yeah! I won!
The day after they made me that damn list, I was sitting next to the Sims and was thinking about all these different shops that I know people might like to have. Until I accidentally thought about the kinkiest lingerie when I saw all my wives standing before me in granny diapers and wraps.
The next day, a shop was opened not to far from the castle. All the women went in and saw what was in the shop. Next thing I know, I about had a heart attack when my wives were being shown how to wear the damn things. Including all my Honor Guards.
Then my Honor Guards went and told all the women in the kingdom. Now all of them were trying to buy them all.
Talk about major capital!
Just a few days after that, a kinky adult shop opened up, and all the males are now spending all their free time browsing the shop. And all the women, mine included, are royally pissed. Calling us all perverts. Even though my wives now want me to use the anal plugs, handcuffs, whips, straps, and anything else that most women would deny love being used on them.
Even the fucking Elven Queen, whose name I was told to be Chi-Chi Ice, is now partaking in the lingerie and kink shop while denying she has ever been there. Jacob Silverhand, the Dwarven King, and Harold Sebastian, the Beast King, are not even trying to hide themselves from public view. Which I find funny as hell.
“Sire! SIRE!!!”
Turning to the siren that is yelling for me, a cat-girl is running towards me like hell is after hell. I can see that her eyes are wide with fright, and her ears are damn near laying flat on her head.
As she approached closer, she yelled “Sire, there are Dryads! Dryads are coming from the enchanted forest!”
That was another name that I had to take several minutes to calm down my laughter. And now that I have heard the word ‘Drayd,’ many upon many impure thought ran through my mind. Not to mention several torture methods I can use for interrogations.
Is that so very wrong? Damn straight it is. But how else is a male to spill his dirty little secrets besides when he presented with something that gives him major blue balls?
Hell. I bet I can even get women with the same technique! Just in reverse! Now, where can I find a creature that is hung like a horse?
Getting my head out the gutter for the next few hours before going straight back into it via nose diving, I had the guard take me to the Dryads. Along the way, I had Angie give me an update on the Dryads.
According to her, the Drayds are considered to be that of a demonic creature do to killing their mates. Of whom when found, has been diagnosed as extreme expenditure.
What a way to go!
The mortality rate for their mates is 97%. Which is why they sometimes (almost always) have to seduce them in such a way that will make succubus’ green with envy. That had me asking a question that I really wanted to be answered ever since I learned about succubus’.
“Did the Drayds teach the succubus’ their trade and craft?”
That got a pained looked from all the females around me. Guess I hit the mark. Now I just need to make sure that my wives are near when the talks are over. And hopefully, they all can survive. Don’t want to be a widower in less than six bloody months.
As soon as I reach the castle, all my wives swamped me with a bazillion different charms. All citing different reasons that boiled down to the same thing – we are not going to lose you to some hussy!
My back straightened a bit as my chest puffed out in pride at how possessive my wives are being. To which Lily deflated me by saying “we are just making sure that you impregnate us before we somehow lose you.”
What am I, a breeding horse? Looking like I need to remind her about how I caused her to become putty in my hands last night. But later tonight. My curiosity is killing me.
I was then led to the room that held The Sims and was told (forced) into the chair while Aletha, Jessica, Tiffany, Tigrina, and Lily all sat in the 5 chairs leaving another 4 open. That brought a bout of nervousness that I did not want to have while I looked at those imposing things.
I already have 5 nymphs as wive damn it!
Not long afterward, 3 Dryads of different colors that reminded me of Oaks, Pines, and Redwood trees back home. Causing me to feel a bit of homesickness. Not to mention the camping trips I had with my niece after she turned 15.
Wonder how she is doing? Hope she found a dude that she can bully. I mean, I did teach all that I knew about getting my way in a relationship. And with her being a female, that just adds a better outcome.
Then I noticed a mane of red hair that I instantly recognized.
“Jennifer? Is that you my niece?”
The forlorn face immediately turned into a devilish grin as she not only knocked me into the chair but also knocked the chair over as well.
“Well, I am glad you remembered what I taught you about gaining the upper hand while putting your boy toy in his place. How the hell did you get here?”
Looking down at her when all I heard was crickets in the peanut gallery, I could see that she is about early to mid-twenties now. And the face she was making, along with her naturally athletic body and deep jade colored eyes, mixed the dress she now wore that I only just recognized, make the hair on the back of my neck stick up.
“Why, I came here as a new Drayd in training uncle. As for how I got here on this planet, well I was summoned, and these Drayds somehow pulled me to them. They still are not sure how they did it since they were not attempting to do so. You were considered dead for 8 years before I was summoned a few weeks ago.”
Blinking, I tried to do the math. I have only been here at most 3 months. So how the hell was I gone from there for almost 9 years? Or did she say 8? Don’t care. I still want to know how the hell I got my 16-year-old body back, and it has been that bloody long that I was considered dead.
Great! Now I am starting to get a fucking headache.
Smiling like the devil himself, Jennifer stated as if it were facts “you are thinking too much uncle. Stop before you give yourself a migraine.”
I gave her a glare for that. Which caused a small giggle that she only really gave to me. Ha-ah.
Standing up with the monkey still attached to me, I sat down in the chair after I righted it back into place. As I sat, Jennifer immediately detached herself and b-lined it to my wives and began the age-old quest of details, details, and even more details.
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Women.
Shaking my head, I turned back to the Drayds that had a smirk that damn near made me scream in a high C note. The type of smirk that would warm your heart if not for the wolf-like gave attached to it.
How the hell can a three women no taller four foot three with lithe bodies be so damn scary?
“You are just as your niece has stated you are. Kind and loving. Never the one to let the background of another to stop you from making friends with them. And now I can see you even married a few of the other species that mankind has been trying to enslaved for the past 300 years after they built their first kingdom” the lead Drayd said while looking at me like I was a puzzle she desperately wanted to put together.
Then I heard squeals of glee from behind me.
Fear. Untold, unbridled fear shot through me before I turned around to see Jennifer was now sitting next to Lily in one of the chairs like she owned it. With starry eyes and everything.
“As for her age that you no doubt have been questioning, it has only been 1 month since you have arrived. Time here is slower than your planet. We only know this because we summon the most perverted males to our service whenever we wish to have the pleasures of a man.”
Snapping my head around so fast, I swear that I broke it.
“What do you mean?” is all I could ask.
Why do I feel like I just stepped into a can of whoop-ass that all women have dreamed of dishing out?
Smiling smugly (help?), she began to tell me about how it actually takes about 4-9 years for those who are being summoned to cross the dimensional paradoxes. In which there are many. She even said that depending on the physical age and injuries the individual has also determined if they are gifted with younger bodies and their injuries are healed or not.
Touching my left eye, that I have yet to reopen since I healed it, I was about to call bullshit when all three of them walked closer to me. Growls of various kinds started behind me at their approach.
“Don’t worry my Queens, we are just going to finish healing our King. Nothing more. And we doubt this one can be enticed into coming with us no matter what we try” the second oldest looking Dryad said.
What a way to increase the ego baby!
Just as they were roughly two feet away from me, they stopped and stared curiously towards my left. Looking, I did a perfect sideways W that got all the women in the room to giggle in amusement. Jennifer had been so close to me that we almost kissed each other.
“You never did tell me how you got that. Nor what your eye looked like.”
Damn women and their details!
“I received it from a mortar attack after we were led into an ambush. The Hodgie that was leading us betrayed us. My eye and a few other scars that I have are reminders of it. I have also considered it my betrayal towards my soldiers since I did not fully investigate the info he provided, which led us into the ambush.”
Why the hell did I say that out loud?
Giving me a motherly look of a child being stupid (since when can she do that?), she asked if she could see what my eye looked like.
Sighing in resignation, I opened my eye just as Aletha and the others crowded around to see. Why are women such snoopers?
They all gasped when they all saw my eye. Jessica even produced her compact (where she had that on her tight ass dress with no room to put anything, including her cleavage, is beyond me. Guess that interdimensional storage space by that one author concerning a Kitsune trying to bed that human was right.) and showed me my eye.
It was still silver with a gold hue to it, but it had more feline/wolf/reptilian quality to it. If that is even possible. But it did line up perfectly with the scar that I had. So I could not deny it is the one I received instead of my meddling when I gave it back its sight.
Shrugging, I turned to the guests and said “I gave my eye back its sight a few days after arriving. But the sensory input hurts like hell. Now I know why.”
Nodding her head in agreement, they approached even close. Putting one of their finger each on my eye, I felt a wave of pain causing me to furrow my brows in confusion. Just as I am about to ask what the hell they were doing, a migraine like no other erupted in my head.
All I could do was scream my ass off like a little girl going through puberty for the first time. Even though I was not really paying attention to my surroundings, I could tell at the back of my head that a large number of people had to hold me down before I clawed my eye out.
Then blissful darkness took me. All the while I was thinking that I am happily married commoner girls instead of those pompous bicthes of nobility and of the peerage.
After Tigrina fully choked Jeff just enough to put him to sleep, I, Aletha Trance, formally Aletha Sebastion third in line for the throne, was now pissed.
I whirled around to see that my two cousins, Tigrina and Jessica who are my uncle's brothers children, and my sister, Tiffany, as well as Chi-Chi’s oldest Granddaughter Lily, about to pounce on the Drayds who are now a good 15 feet away from Jeff.
“What the hell did you do to our husband” I shouted out without any of the decorum that a person of my station should.
“We just fixed the nerves and sensory input that he missed. Or should I say that he knew about, but subconsciously did not do. Pain is the greatest of motivators of not doing something. Especially when it is self-inflicted.”
That is all too true.
“But why not just inform him of it,” Lily asked as she has yet to back down. In fact, I think she is not 4 inches closer to her prey now.
Maybe we can turn them into our torture devices that we thought about when we heard about them? But we will need to keep Jeff away from them as much as possible. He is our breeding horse, not theirs. The skanks.
“Do you think he would have let us if he knew? And since when are men the grown boys the claim to be when a woman shows them up? And besides, men are nothing more than five-year-olds with bigger bodies.”
Ugh. Don’t remind me.
“Jeff may be like that at times, okay, most of the time, but he has a good head on his shoulders then the needs arise for it” Jessica announced causing most of the Honor Guards to laugh about his recent escapades in trying to help bridge the gap between the two genders.
Last I heard, he did. But in an unorthodox way that I would have never thought to try. I mean, men want to be treated like the men they say they are. But Jeff just said “And since do women ever keep quiet when the men are away before they burst their husband’s pride? All you have to do, as I am sure my wives are doing the same, is just feed into his pride before bursting it to your fellow gender. Then deny it ever happened. See? Easy.”
Then he had this look of surprise before turning to us as we walked off stating that we were going clothing shopping. That was a close one. Thank the Goddess for us women and our need to aid each other. As the woman he was talking to became wide-eyed and start talking about something else that derailed his thoughts completely.
Score one more for womanhood.
“Oh? Is he the reason behind both genders actually trying to get along? And the absurd amount of women trying to get a marriage license with all those hunks of men that look absolute divine?”
I looked at the young Dryad and just nodded with a smile that I have not used since before I was taken by the slavers a few months ago.
“Our actual visit here was about trying to get to know the new King. But I doubt we will need to since he has already outperformed the others by far. Our Mother wanted to know if we could come to an agreement by sending a small group of Drayds here to help maintain the land so he does not have to use all of his stamina that I believe you ladies would love to use for better purposes. So do you think he will allow such an agreement?”
Looking back at the oldest one, I could feel myself sweating. The only thing that I caught was ‘a small group’.
“Just how many is a small group?”
“100 to 150 Dryads. Nothing exuberant” the old one again said as if nothing was amiss.
Gulping, I had to find a way to decrease that amount. But before I could think of anything, I heard Jeff say “if I can use 10 of you all as torture devices for when I need information from the more seedier elements, then yes.”
The Dryads began to laugh as I hear five other facepalms besides my own.
“Really uncle? That is all you can think about?”
“Did I not tell you that the best way to get info from men is to get them to get blue balls? Best trick in the book. And these nymphomaniacs are the best at it. so why not use them as such?”
Groaning, I looked at my sisters for help only to get the same in return.
How the hell can men be so dense when it comes to speaking about delicate things like this?
Even his niece, Jennifer I believe, gave him a helpless look.
“Well, at least you settled down a bit since you got married. You used to say even worse before. That reminds me. How did you girls tame this creature? I almost did not recognize him. Did you threaten him with no sex or did you just sweeten the deal with as much sex as he wanted?”
Blinking, I can only guess as to what she meant by him being worse than before. AND LIKE HELL AM I TELLING YOU THE LATER QUESTION!
“Did he by chance raise you Jennifer?” the Dryads asked at the same time.
“Huh? Yeah. Why? He was the one who took me in and helped me get over what my mother used me for. I already told you that my mother used me as a money maker as she loaned me out to all the men that would pay to be ‘friendly’ with me.”
Gasping, I started to cry for her.
“But that was before I started to fall for my Uncle when I was 14. I think it was 3 years after he took me in and became something of a perverted clown when I saw him naked. He would always turn into a girl and cover himself while screaming that his life was over now that I saw him” she stated as she giggled when she remembered those days before continuing with “But then he would be forced to deploy to the war for a few years. And every week, I would get a letter or a gift he would get from one of the towns he would go through and send it back to me. He even sent me a pure crystal silk blue dress with white lilies that surrounded my waist.”
Going over to her trunks with all the grace of a bear in a glass shop, she began to rummage through her clothes until she pulled out the dressed she told us about. And boy did I became the most envious and jealous women in the room.
The dress’s top looked similar to Jeff’s shirts, while the bottom had a slit that started from just below the hips and would go all the way down the leg. Showcasing a leg.
The blue color has this refined and beautiful look to it, That if one did not know where it came from, people would assume that she was a member of royalty or something. The white lilies that did indeed wrap around the waist looked to be made by a woman instead of a man. But from what Jeff told me, the country that made it, only men can have jobs since women are considered nothing but breeders in the eyes of the men. Even barter items to help enrich the two families as they merged houses.
I WANT IT DAMN IT!
“I personally don’t know how it was made, nor the materials used, but I think you do uncle. Huh? Where did he go?”
Looking around, Jeff had indeed run off.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE! NOT AGAIN! NOW WHERE IS THAT BASTARD AT! JUST WHEN I GOT THE NERVE TO ASK HIM TO MARRY ME NOW THAT I DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THOSE STUPID AS LAWS CONCERNING INCEST!”
We all looked at her as she began to yell out. And what we all saw, made even the Drayds back away from her.
Her hair was raised just enough to look like it was alive as it began to move like snakes are her hair instead of actual hair.
No wonder he ran off is all that I could think about before she stormed off trying to find him.