New experiences. New Plans. New friends?

(Edited for added drama)
In my life as a human, I fucked a lot of women. I know how different pussy can feel. How different pussy can taste. I know what it feels like to stick your dick into a tight virgin twat versus a dried out cavern with roast beef for lips. So when I tell you that there is no human woman with a pussy as tight, wet, tasty, and downright fuckworthy as your run-of-the-mill elf slut, know that I am speaking from experience. Had I been equipped with human equipment, I would not have lasted long. Thankfully, my cosmic cock and nephlim body gave me the stamina as endless as the tides. With each thrust I generated more primordial energies which charged the load of seed which was primed and ready to go. I would later discover that I really could use my genitals like a fire hose and spray a variety of fluids from my light tendrils or the cosmic cock, but it was only the cosmic cock's ejaculate which could allow me to sire genuine, material, children with genuine souls of their own. Each thrust, each stroke, went to generating more and more energies from which I could shape the nature and form of my sons and daughters. So, while I could fill the elf-bitch with my cum whenever I wanted, I took my time. I wanted these kids to have all the advantages I could give them, which meant that Arna got pounded extra hard for a long, long time.
After a few minutes, the "fuck! oh gods, Xena and Arthor help me, this is sooooooo goooood! Ahahahah" noises started coming along. After I saw her cum for the second time I lifted Arna up and flipped her over, using my tentacles like a swing, I rode Arna face to face, her expression that of someone only half lucid, what awareness she possessed was aware of how good she felt.
"So?" the orc girl said. "I felt my loyalty engrams reformat the moment Zansa's rings lit up around your body. See, that is how I know that I am not crazy. It should be impossible for me to call that self-absorbed elf-slut anything except 'mistress' or 'goddess' or 'my owner'. But I feel the need to call you Master. So how about you level with me. I cannot serve, obey, and please you if I do not know what is going on." The orc woman said.
I looked the mostly naked orc woman up and down. Now, for those of you who do not know, there is not an orc woman alive or dead for whom the term 'drop dead gorgeous' is not applicable. Take a supermodel no shorter than 5'10, have them hit the weights at the gym for a few months while on the strictest of diets, spray paint their whole body some shade of green, and add two cute little tusks sprouting out of their lower jaw, and you have your average orc sow.
This particular orc sow, Barla, had long, dark hair, deep blue eyes, gold rings piercing her tusks which matched the nipple rings to which they were connected by small golden chains. It took me a moment to realize that the golden snake armlet and bracer she wore were actually living snakes with scales of gold and precious jewels. It took me an extra moment to notice the scar on her clavicle. "How did you get that, my dear?" I asked the woman I had not quite accepted yet was my newest ****.
"Zansa' father, my previous owner, well two owners ago now, he had a habit of going to fem-fight parties. High-Stats bringing their sexiest, toughest, fighters and having them fight to the **** with the winners getting rewarded with a spin at the ****-wheel. The furry whore nearly took my arm off, arms are a bitch to grow back, it felt good when I buried my axe in her skull, that night I found out what it feels like when a priest of the wolf-spirit fucks your shoulder wound while it is still healing. Hurts a lot."
"Jesus." I said. Overwhelmed by the casualness with which this beautiful woman spoke of the sadistic depravity inflicted upon her.
"Never heard of them." the orc woman said with a shrug.
I held up my finger to Barla to indicate that I needed a minute. Using the time fruit I double-timed my strokes on Arna's already dripping pussy. The nubile elf's eyes went wide as her rolling orgasm surged into overdrive as she felt her consciousness split between two timelines, and in both timelines, she was being fucked by a god. I felt my seed reaching the charge point which was around the limit of what the elf womb could handle. I looked at Barla and remembered that the light, cum would only give birth to emanation-energies and not material babies. With that in mind I jammed one of my tentacles into the orc's warm, wet, pussy and let myself release.

I let the flood of cosmic cum flow out of my body and fill Arna all the way to the womb. The girl screamed in the mix of pain and pleasure as primordial energies began their work of gestating new life, and not just any life. At the moment of climax the seed I deposited was connected directly to the instincts which operate the breeding add-on. I saw a vision of my children, two girls and a boy. They looked like elves but for the wings of light extending from their lower backs on the girls and upper scapula on the boy. They were beautiful. The boy and one of the girls had dark hair like their mother. The third girl's hair was a blaze of reds, yellows, oranges, with some blue and purple highlights. How strong they would grow to be and I smiled and willed for them to gestate as I pulled out of the dark haired elf bitch and placed her on the ground before splitting my attention.
In one timeline. I looked down at Arna, who smiled back at me lovingly. "I understand now." She said with awe. "You really are a new god, and I. I need to. to worship you." The elf girl started kissing my feet before my emanation shaped like Jenna Ortega lifted the girl to her feet and led her towards the bed where Zansa and Ishla were in the throughs of passion with their own lesbian lovers.
The other timeline, I turned my attention towards Barla, who was still recovering from the light energies which I vented into her pussy. The glowing goo was already evaporating away. "What is going on, Master?" Barla asked me with fear in her eyes. "I feel like. Like." I held my orc **** girl in my arms and gave her my most reassuring look.
"Just relax. Let them go." I commanded the **** girl. A stream of blue, gold, and green motes flowed out of the woman's vagina and into the ethereal reservoir of my emanation generator.
The orc woman looked at me with the widest of smiles. "You are definitely the best master I have ever had." Barla said to me. As I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, I tried adjusting my sight to try and see the world in different bandwidths. Low and behold I found the spell-wave frequency for the slavery spell. I could see the **** of the domination energies from flowing from the owners and the submissive energies flowing from the slaves as their friction generated the magical power which maintained the connective bondings of the spell lattice. From a human perspective, it was all quite trippy. But it allowed me to see that as of this moment, all of the submissive energies in the room were flowing towards me. I could followed the threads from the three elves making love on the bed, all my slaves, the line from the orc woman to me which indicated that she was my ****, the neko boy, who became mine when Ishla's spell reversed upon the would be witch, then I followed another thread which turned my gaze towards the adorable nubile inu-girl who was still kneeling on the floor like a foot rest. It was only by virtue of my supernal hearing that I could hear the girls sniffles of fear, who was also magically bonded to me as my ****, her ownership transferred to me to me as well when her mistress's soul became devoted to my worship. It was interesting to actually see the spell lattices in their raw form and notice the similarities between the natural bond I had formed with Arna and the artificial spell-chains which Zansa and Ishla had tried to impose on me. Whoever invented this spell had studied someone or something with a cock as magical as mine.
I gave a whistle towards the dog girl. "Hey there. Come girl. There is no need to be scared." The inu hesitated, but as she felt the compulsions of the bindings forcing her obedience, the sweet young girl hopped to her feet and came to my side. "What is your name sweetheart?"
"Zelda, if it pleases you. Are you my new Master?" The girl asked. I nodded and she wagged her tail at the news. "I thought so. It is a huge relief. Arna goes through adjinn like me crazy fast. I am the fifth bitch her dad has bought his precious dark angel in the last three years." Zelda hugged me tightly and nuzzled her nose into my shoulder. "You smell like mana berries and resurrection oranges." The dog girl looked up at my face and licked my nose. "That must be what being happy tastes like." I hugged the poor abused dog girl to my chest and looked over at the three spoiled, self-indulgent, elf girls and thought to myself that perhaps they needed some time to reflect on their actions, and a place to do that reflecting.
I was about to call out to Ariel when I got his message straight into my core.
<I can multitask and yes of course I can still feel your desires even when I am corporeal. Your domain is all set. I know that I asked you not to use it for a prison, but slaves cannot complain when their strong, sexy, powerful master have their own desires. All they can do is fulfill them.>
I walked over to the bed where Arna, Ishla, and Zansa were naked and fucking my emanations. Ishla had Emma's face buried between her legs while one of her hands toyed with Anya's breast. Arna was lying on her stomach kissing Zansa while Jenna licked the raven haired elf's feet. While Zansa's lips kissed her fellow elf, the blue haired girl's feet toyed between Anya's breast, Anya's pussy, and Anya's mouth. The emanations all did their part to indulge the three elf girls most base and carnal desires.
Ariel had said that casting teleport or portal for my domain would take a minute of uninterrupted casting time. I used to time fruit to make that thirty seconds. For thirty seconds I watched the three gorgeous elf girls who had tried to turn me into their fuck toy sadism sink enjoy themselves with my emanations. I even let some of my light tendrils slither around their thighs and into their wet, tight, sweet, elf pussies. My tendrils might not have the raw primordial energies of my cosmic cock, but the hardlight appendages were still harder, thicker, and faster than anything Ishla and Zansa had ever experienced. The girls were all moaning in ecstatic bliss when I felt the cast countdown on my spell hit zero. "Girls. How about we take this somewhere a little more, luxurious." I said.
"That sounds like a great idea." Zansa said.
"Whatever you want." Arna said.
"Where are we going?" Ishla asked.
"My home." I said before opening a portal underneath the lesbian orgy. The three emanations evaporated, their energies returned to the reservoir. Ishla, Arna, and Zansa all plummeted into the inky blackness of my portal spell.
<Full matrix scans complete. They are locked up in their holding cells and getting to know their prison guards as we think. As for the second part of the plan. No issues, They are CR ratings are 2.75, except Zansa, girl's a CR 4.25 in her own right. At the moment your generators can handle anything up to a CR 12. Making copies should be no problem.>
"Where did they go?" Zelda asked.
"Somewhere where they can never hurt you again." I told the inu-girl.
"Won't someone notice when they don't show up to class?" Barla asked.
"They will show up." I told her. "Or at least, everyone will think they are showing up to their classes."

I spun up my emanation generator, focused my instincts onto the three girls bound to me sitting in the space between spaces, and willed my emanations to study their matrices down to the last moton, and manifest their best imitations.
"""How may we serve you, Master.""" The three copies of Ishla, Arna, and Zansa said in unison.