by Dante King
She really did. The fact that both women’s weapons embraced different elements certainly had something to do with it, but it was deeper than that, as well. Anna and Lyra came from different worlds, had completely different life experiences. One was a young woman only a year or two removed from me, while the other was almost old enough to be my mother. Small wonder they had completely different modes in the bedroom, as well.
While Anna liked giving and receiving pain, Lyra was super submissive. All part and parcel of getting off on watching me with other women, I supposed. Either way, as the gorgeous redhead deepthroated my cock, I couldn’t have been a happier man.
Lyra sucked at my dick like a popsicle, intent on getting every drop of Anna’s and my juices from the delicious treat. I watched her eyes roll back in her head, enjoying the sight of her bent beneath me like one of her barmaids, then decided I had to fuck her.
“Turn around,” I growled, pulling my cock from her mouth and taking hold of her shoulders. “I want to see that big ass shake while I fuck you, Lyra. Spread it for me…”
Lyra knew the deal. With a naughty gleam in her eyes, she leaned over the basin of the washtub, thrusting her ass in the air. Face down, ass up, I thought, lyrics from a song no one in this world had ever heard. They understood the sentiment, though—or at least Lyra did. With her breasts flattened against the side of the tub and her swollen mound dripping beneath her rear, she looked prettier than any music video girl or porn star I’d ever seen.
As I pushed the head of my cock into her opening, I watched Dual Cultivation activate within Lyra. The process that had already begun while she fingered herself boiled over, an awestruck gasp escaping her lips as her senses opened to everything going on around her. I knew that as the head of my cock stretched her, she was experiencing things any of her barmaids would’ve gladly risked their fertility or their chastity for.
With one orgasm already under my belt, I felt less of the fury I’d embraced while I was fucking Anna. I pushed nice and slow into Lyra’s womanhood, teasing her clit with my swollen crown a few times until her legs shook. I could feel her body begging me to get fucked, but I also knew that the longer I held out, the more powerful the force of our mingled essences would eventually be.
“Please,” Lyra whimpered, staring at me over her shoulder. Her walls dripped juice all over my cock, as wet and tight as any of the barmaids half her age. “Give it to me, Eric. Please fuck me!”
As I pushed deep into her tightness, Anna decided to get back into the action. My girlfriend’s horns and fangs had shrunk somewhat after her own climax, but a touch of the demonic remained about her appearance as she sidled up next to Lyra and started making out with the redhead. The sight of the two of them together made my cock throb, and some of that primal caveman feeling I’d experienced while I was inside of Anna came back with a vengeance.
My hips slammed forward so hard the fucking bath nearly tipped over. Lyra screamed with bliss as I thrust home, filling her so deep the crown of my cock pushed against her womb. Fuck, doggy style let me go so much deeper than any other position!
“Yeah, that’s what I want,” I groaned, giving Lyra’s round booty a smack as I thrust into her again. “So fucking tight. So fucking wet!”
Anna slapped Lyra’s tits back and forth as I fucked the older woman, her naughty lips and tongue traveling all over the redhead’s body. “I just got fucked, and I’m so jealous,” my girlfriend panted, watching my cock disappear and reappear from between Lyra’s legs. “That’s the best feeling in the world! I love watching you get fucked, Lyra—you’re such a yummy Mommy.”
Something about the word Mommy set Lyra on fire. The redhead slammed her hips back on me, thrusting her round ass as hard as I was going into her. At the same time she leaned over and kissed Anna, making out with her desperately.
“Oh, you like that,” Anna purred, her horns lengthening as she nibbled Lyra’s bottom lip. “You want my man to make you a Mommy for real, Lyra? You’re not that old, you know. Eric could breed that fertile little pussy—pump you full of his heirs!”
It was like Anna had hit whatever button Lyra needed to go into the stratosphere. The redhead screamed with bliss, biting down on her hand to keep the whole damn tavern from hearing us. It was no use, of course—I was sure all of Lyra’s barmaids had their ear to the door, listening in. It didn’t make a difference to me, it just made all of this even hotter.
“Yes!” Lyra moaned, her walls wrapping around me like a vise. Those ridges felt amazing working their way up and down my shaft, so tight it threw sparks every time I thrust deep into her pussy. “Fuck yeah, give it to me. I need to feel it inside me…”
“Such a naughty Mommy,” Anna groaned, giving Lyra’s ass a hearty spank. “So needy. So desperate for that cum!”
The dirty talk definitely did it for me! The familiar tingle worked its way up my shaft, my balls tightening against my prick as my second load readied itself to be shot. I locked my knees and fucked Lyra harder, thrusting into her in ways that would’ve left her walking funny for a week if it wasn’t for Dual Cultivation. Lights flashed throughout the room, tiny explosions of magic as the atmosphere in the bathing chamber boiled over. Whatever was about to happen, the three of us were going to get a hell of a lot stronger.
I couldn’t take it any more. I grabbed Lyra’s hips and literally lifted her out of the tub, pinning her against me. My cock pummelled her pussy with deep, hard, strokes, holding her helplessly against my body as she was forced to take it.
“Fuck, here it comes!” I tossed my head back and yelled with bliss, fully aware that the entire tavern could hear my orgasm approaching. “I’m gonna come in you, Lyra! I’m gonna pump that pussy full!”
The pleasure peaked, and I wasn’t thrusting anymore—just burying my prick as deep and hard as I could inside of Lyra. The first few jets of liquid lava sprayed deep into her spasming womb, the redhead’s own orgasm overtaking her as she felt me erupt inside her pussy. On the third, I pulled back and flipped Lyra over, moving with a strength and speed that was superhuman.
“Yeah,” I grunted, watching my seed spray across Lyra’s ample tits. Two ropes landed across her perky, heavy breasts, then the next shot out with so much force it landed across her shocked face. Anna leaned over and ran her tongue over the redhead’s cheek, savoring the taste of my load as the last few jets of my cum shot all over Lyra’s tits and tummy. Lyra’s hand shot out of the water, wrapping around the base of my cock and milking the last bits of my load until I was completely tapped out.
When I finally opened my eyes, both women were laughing and sharing my seed between them. Anna’s long, demonic tongue lapped at the redhead’s breasts and throat, savoring the thick streaks of cream covering her body. Lyra locked lips with my girlfriend, breaking the kiss with a long, thin strand of my seed connecting their mouths.
I’m sure there were technically nicer sights to open one’s eyes to right after an orgasm. But for me, there was nothing better in the whole fucking world.
“So good,” Anna panted, lapping up as much of my seed as she could. “How fucking hot would it be if Hazel was here to help us with this right now, Eric?”
My thoughts had been trending in the same direction. “It would be totally awesome,” I agreed, riding the aftereffects of the toe-curling orgasm I’d just enjoyed. “I wish she could get that stick out of her ass long enough to realize how great it would be if she joined us. Even the damned Peak Supreme God knows that girl needs some dick.”
Anna giggled at the sentiment. Lyra, however, looked a bit more guarded. “It’s her decision,” the redhead said, shaking her head. “You know it won’t be any good if Hazel doesn’t join us of her own free will, Eric. The girl needs to make the decision in her heart of hearts to be a cultivator again—otherwise whatever skills she gained in the first place won’t come back.”
“It’ll be of her own free will,” Anna teased. “Just get that girl in a tub with me for ten minutes, and I’ll have
her begging to get made a cultivator again. Pin her right up against a wall, rip off that slutty little outfit she always wears and use my tongue to make her scream—”
“Anna!” Lyra groaned. Yet I could see her thinking the same thing as well. “I don’t see any horns on you, but there’s still something of the demon about you, isn’t there?”
Anna shrugged. “Maybe this is the person I was always meant to be,” she said, grinning and stretching. Her nudity didn’t bother her in the slightest, nor did the fact that she still had some of my cum on her face. She leaned back in the still-hot bath, sighing like a cat with the cream. “I know I never would’ve dared act like this back on Earth—and neither would Eric. But look at him, Lyra. He’s the damned Governor now! He’s going to take this whole province over, and even Eliezer will end up impressed with him.”
Lyra couldn’t argue with that. The three of us lounged in the bath for a good long while, finishing off the bottle of wine, then dressed once the water of the bathing chamber went cold. Lyra slipped into one of her silky robes, while Anna wore a tunic that just barely covered her ass and mound. Leaning over would expose her most private parts to all and sundry—which I could tell was exactly what she wanted.
“What are you going to wear, Governor?” Anna teased. I selected a stately set of robes from a locker in the bathing chamber and got dressed quickly, not wanting to waste the rest of the afternoon. Being in charge was all well and good, and it was fun to take some time off to practice Dual Cultivation with my girls. But we needed to move quickly now. Every day we spent sitting around was another the Hollow Frog Guild spent plotting against us.
“Just something suitable for lunch,” I said, glancing at the position of the sun out the window. “Would you ladies like to join me?”
Of course both of them did. By the time we made it to the common room, the story about the fight in the garden had spread through the entire town. The place was more packed than I’d ever seen it, and it looked like everyone wanted to toast the region’s new Governor. There were more knowing chuckles and smiles than usual at my half-dressed women, as well.
I’ve made a big change, I realized as I tucked into my meal. I should have been used to it by now, but it still blew my mind that everyone in this room with me was technically under my command. And my protection. I had to remember that from now on. I’ll be the best leader I possibly can, I thought, glancing up at the smiling face of a barmaid. I’ll make these people proud of me.
And that started with solidifying my power.
“We should make a sweep of the territory,” I told Lyra once the preliminaries of eating were over with. “Check in with the outlying villages, make sure their defences are ready should the Hollow Frog Guild decide to attack.”
“And look for more cultivators,” Anna added, chewing a rice ball thoughtfully. “We need more troops, Eric. What I saw from Plini and the Governor convinced me of that. Of course, there’s always the more fun way of making cultivators…”
That was a possibility, of course. But I wanted to try things the old-fashioned way first. Recruit as many cultivators as I could, then see about swelling the ranks via my harem. Something told me having a bunch of women tied to me in relationships wouldn’t be all fun and games forever.
Especially if I’m coming in them without protection, I thought, remembering how Lyra had begged me to make her a ‘Mommy’. The word sent a bolt of lust through me, and I realized one thing for sure: there was no way I’d ever be able to work up the willpower to pull out of Anna or Lyra again. Not when their begging was so sweet, or when they locked their legs around me and mewled as I drove deep into their pussies…
Business, Hyde! I reminded myself. Otherwise Eliezer is going to destroy you!
“That’s not a bad idea, actually,” Lyra agreed. “In fact, there’s a little business I’ve been putting off that could dovetail with your tour.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me about it?”
“Jinshu,” Lyra said, gesturing toward the north in a vague sort of manner. “It’s a mining town on the edge of the province—I’ve been promising the man who runs their tavern a shipment of beer for weeks now. With everything that’s been going on, I haven’t had time to make a run.” She grinned. “We could drop some off, announce to the town that you’re the new Governor, and check the residents for anyone who can naturally cultivate. Not to mention collect that tax Anna mentioned—there’s tons of Beast Cores in the mines, and the people who live there ought to have some to spare. What do you think?”
It sounded like a good idea. Jinshu had everything I needed—cultivators and Cores. And if I didn’t find any up there, I could always pull a few women into my bed and turn them into weapons. Didn’t girls dig men with power?
“Sounds like a great plan,” I said, finishing my drink. “Have the servants load up a cart tonight. We’ll head there first thing in the morning.”
“After a little more sparring?” Anna asked with a grin.
“You know it,” I told her. “The new Governor’s going on tour, girls. Once the word spreads of what we’ve done here today, the people of this province will welcome us with open arms. Guildmaster Ji is going down.”
Smiles reigned around the table. When I put it that way, it sounded almost easy. In truth, it was going to be anything but.
Jinshu would be the first test of my new power. What I found waiting for me up in the mountains was going to shock me.
Chapter 6
The next day, we rose bright and early before the rest of the town had time to stop us. I’d spent most of the previous evening loading Lyra’s cart with barrels of beer. The exercise cleared my head and gave an incremental bonus to my strength. After that, I’d climbed into bed with Anna and enjoyed an even more thrilling form of exercise.
So my party was feeling loose and giggly as we prepared to depart for Jinshu. There was a great deal of joking, dispelling somewhat the solemnity of my first tour as Governor. The rest of my Guild arranged themselves just before breakfast, ready to see us off.
“Just because I’m gone does not mean the rest of you can slack off,” I explained to my pupils. “I want you drilling, and fortifying this town as best as you can against the Hollow Frog Guild. They will be here sooner or later.”
Heads turned, cultivators looking each other up and down uneasily. “Who’s in charge with you gone?” someone asked. “No Anna, no Lyra?”
As much as it pained me, there was only one name who really had the experience. “Hazel will be in charge of Clan Hyde while I’m traveling,” I explained. “She may not have cultivation of her own, but she understands it on a level most of you lack. She’ll be a good teacher—”
“Nope,” a voice said. I turned to see none other than Hazel herself, climbing onto the back of our cart like she’d planned this all along. “I’m not staying here. I’m coming with you and the rest of the group.”
Two warring impulses battled within me. The first was that if Hazel wanted to come with us, it might mean that she was finally ready to Dual Cultivate with me. The other was that Hazel was throwing a major wrench into our plans, as usual.
Some remark meant to tell her off rose to my lips, but Lyra shook her head rapidly, putting a finger to her lips. Don’t do it, she seemed to be saying, her eyes shining brightly. I knew her thoughts and mine were one and the same—this might be it, our opportunity to recruit Hazel once and for all.
I let out a sigh and shrugged. “Fine. The rest of you are more or less at the same skill level, however. Is there anyone who particularly wants to be in charge?”
Everyone looked around at each other. It was clear no one had even thought of stepping up—then a slender hand rose from the crowd. I should’ve known, I thought, holding back a smirk.
“I’ll do it,” Soojin said, beaming from ear to ear. The young cultivator had won glory for herself by not only joining the fight in the garden, but putting herself more at risk than most who served under me. Though she was the youngest girl
in the Guild, cultivators nearly twice her age looked at her with respect. She’d do a fine job.
“Done,” I said, giving her a nod. “Soojin’s in command. Lyra, I believe you have an announcement as well?”
The redhead had planned this. Most of her barmaids had come to see us off. The contrast between the scantily-clad waitresses and the robed cultivators was enough to make most people laugh at the absurdity.
“While I’m gone, Kij will be in charge of the Hungry Herb,” Lyra said, slipping into her most matronly tone. “I don’t want to hear about any shirking or running off in the middle of the night while I’m gone. Just because the cat’s away does not mean the mice get to play.”
Sad expressions greeted her speech, and something inside of Lyra softened.
“Okay, maybe play a little,” she said with a chuckle, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. “I won’t be checking the inventory of rice wine when I come back. But try not to get into too much trouble. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…”
Suddenly all the barmaids were looking at me. The point couldn’t have been more obvious: I was one of those things. I cleared my throat awkwardly, eager to be on our way.
But the departure had one final surprise for us. As Lyra took her seat at the front of the cart, gracefully taking the reins from the maid who handled the stable, a figure raced across the thoroughfare. It was Regina, the smuggler’s ex-wife, with a thick backpack on her slender frame.
“Hold up!” the brunette called, grabbing hold of the back of the cart. With a single jump, the woman launched herself into the back, landing among the beer barrels. Several barmaids applauded the move, while my cultivators looked at each other in confusion. Who the hell was this?
“What are you doing here?” I asked, more amused than anything else. “Don’t you have a business to run?”