But first, more fun with Cassie, Diana, and Donna

An evil, lustful grin emerged on my face. “I think I’ll take you in the usual way,” I moaned, my voice dripping with pure lust.

Donna and Diana giggled knowingly, aware of what this meant for their horny, insatiable father. Cassie looked at me sexily, making a kissy face and smile before eagerly asking me: “What’s the usual way, Daddy?”

“What it means is that—ahh—at least three of my daughter-sluts—uggh—will—” I tried to explain, until I just started moaning, because I couldn’t continue a single more moment of not-fucking, and so had to proceed with what I so unceremoniously called the usual.

I began, willing for two more cocks, almost as big as the gargantuan original one, to grow to its left and right, while Donna and Diana walked seductively, Diana taking my entire left cock in her mouth and Donna impaling her ass on my right cock. Grunting and slapping Donna’s ass, I signaled her to explain the usual for me.

“Sis, what it means is just what you’re seeing right now. Taking one of us is almost never enough for Daddy, so he uses his powers to get three cocks and all three of us get to serve him at once! Now be a good little **** and go impale yourself on His pussy.”

Cassie, so excited to serve her Godly father and master, literally skipped in glee and yelped as she jumped on my cock. Her pussy was almost gushing with wetness, and so, so tight, tighter than a mortal woman’s ass, but I barely noticed, because my divine powers and seed sculpted every single one of my daughters to have pussies that tight, milking my cock in that way. Donna and Cassie were kind of awkwardly positioned to make room for each other, but Donna still made out with Cassie for my viewing pleasure, with one of them occasionally breaking off from the kiss to make out with me instead while I played with their nipples.

The couple of hours I had spent with my cock/cocks was/were outside of my sluts’ mouths and cunts and asses, walking around Themyscira and observing my daughter-sluts spar, wasn’t normal for me anymore. This, having multiple cocks or multiple bodies buried deep in my sluts’ holes, was how I usually spent my days, whether in Themyscira, King’s Landing, New Valyria, on dragonback, or on the Earth I’d long since conquered. In fact, the two hours I’d spent walking around was the longest break between sex I could remember in almost fifteen years. The only reason I had even spent those couple of hours outside of one of my sluts’ orifices was since I wanted to be extra-lustful for whatever Rhaenys was planning.

The days when I was a mortal man, or when I took my first steps to fuck Doreah and marry Dany, were as distant as memories could be in my omniscient mind. My memories of the past few decades are almost entirely of fucking, dominating, and conquering the multiverse with pure, raw, divine sexual power. I have long since become a ravenous beast of literally boundless lust, and my days reflected that.

The placating of my lusts cooled me down enough to allow me to concentrate enough for a moment to talk again. Cassie was very new to my Harem, and while her mother and older full sisters would be the main sluts responsible for completing her training into its ways, teaching my daughter-consorts of the responsibilities and commands I gave them was always one of my biggest joys. And since she had already expressed masochistic tendencies, I knew she would respond to my commands even more enthusiastically than most.

“Also. As my slut, you have four responsibilities in life: to fuck me, to breed and birth new generations of sluts to serve me for all eternity, to teach new sluts, both your younger full-sisters and your daughters, of the ways of the Harem, and once they are of age, to also fuck other Harem sluts so I can watch. All of these responsibilities are to fulfill your sole purpose and meaning in life, which is to serve me, give me pleasure, and make me cum. Your pleasure and your desires are totally irrelevant to me. You have no other purpose and meaning in life except to fulfill my pleasure and my desires. You were born to be my **** and make me cum, so be my **** and make me cum.”

My divine powers had warped and sculpted her mind since birth to accept her destiny; it was all she could to beam in joy.

“My only purpose in life is to fulfill your pleasure and your desires. I was born to be your **** and make you cum.”

“Good. That’s very good. And one more thing. I let you call me this when you were a child, when your innocence was absolutely protected, but you are an adult and my slut and **** now, and until I fuck at least one of the slaves I breed and impregnate you with, you do not have the privilege to call me Daddy. You only will refer to me as Master or, in public, as your God-Emperor. I am not and will never be your father first; I am first and foremost always your Master. I didn’t breed your mother, just as I’m not breeding you and I won’t breed our daughter, only to father strong, beautiful daughters; I bred your mother, I’m breeding you, and I’ll breed our daughter to father pretty little pleasing daughter-sluts.”

Cassie, still so overjoyed and hard at work bouncing on my middle cock, let out a cute excited scream of glee and responded, naturally: “Yes, Master.”

The passage of time, my reality-warping powers, and my never-ending fucking meant that literally hundreds of thousands of my daughter-sluts had said that to me before. But while my divine and omniscient brain remembered all of these times with perfect clarity, the first time any of my daughter-sluts said that always meant something to me. I was pushed over the edge, and after a few minutes of fucking, my cocks twitched and I came.

It was still a few hours until my birthday celebrations were to begin, so I kept on fucking them as if it were any other day. I created 60 additional copies of myself, all with three cocks and whose consciousness was entirely mine, to maximize my pleasure and to fuck and breed more. I telepathically communicated to some of the daughters and granddaughters of Kinvara and Shiera, Nymeria and Olenna, Rhaenys and Visenya, and countless more descendants of my original daughter-sluts to descend to the temple as we began our orgy. Unfortunately, my oldest daughter-sluts, or their even older mothers, my original wives, couldn’t join me, busy as they were preparing for my birthday. But my anticipation was enough to quell any sadness, and my daily morning orgy was around the same size as usual, ~200-250 sluts plus the 60 copies of me.

Like everything else in my life, my orgies were excessive, debauched, and decadent. Because my consciousness is split dozens of ways and devoting most of its energies to experiencing inhuman pleasure instead of acquiring new memories, I mainly remember flashes. Two sets of I-cup tits (slightly smaller than average in my Harem) battering against one of my cocks. Growing my cock to three feet and impaling one of my daughter-sluts so far up her ass it would’ve made it impossible for a mortal to breathe. Continuing to fuck one of my sluts’ asses even as her water broke. Making another one of my sluts suck my dick while she gave birth. Three of my dicks attached to the same body pulling out at the last minute, cumming simultaneously, and spraying so much seed, for maybe five whole minutes, on the three sluts servicing that body that it covers their bodies from heads to toe, even filling their pussies and impregnating them like I’d intended. A dozen of my daughter-sluts pressing themselves against my original body while five more daughter-sluts got fucked by its five dicks, three more eagerly liked its asshole, and two more sucked its balls.

All of these flashes, and dozens similar, occurred simultaneously, while my morning orgy lasted for about another three hours, as usual. My morning orgy was actually the smallest of my four daily orgies; for my midday orgy I usually had about ~600 sluts to service ~150 copies of me, for my evening orgy I had ~1200 sluts to serve ~300 copies of me, and for my nightly orgy I had about ~2000 sluts to serve ~500 copies of me.

There was a point in my life, once, when I had reservations against using my powers to warp the minds of the girls I wanted to fuck, when I pretended to be raising and fathering my daughters out of love, when I had the Red Priests of R’hllor preach that I was a God meant to save humanity. No more, of course. I was a God alright, *the* God, but I was clear as day as to what I was here to do so: to fuck and breed, to indulge in my literally infinite, cosmic lust. The one remaining soft spot I still had was for my oldest wives and especially daughter-sluts - Shiera, Kinvara, Nymeria, Daenerys, Visenya, and most of all, Rhaenys - whom I’d known long enough, whose powers I respected, and whose sexual skills brought me truly exceptional and ethereal pleasure, that I still had a bit of heart left in me not yet absorbed by my cock. And it was out of that heart that I respected Rhaenys’s wish to keep my birthday celebration a secret.