Pedagogy and Missions

“This one won’t take long to get through.” With the windows now all done, John got to put his hands back in fun places. Eliana squeaked happily when she received all that attention. Fingers sunk into her left breast and circled her clit. Her quim twitched around him, having served as his sleeve this entire time. Little gyrations of her wide hips provided additional friction. “Maximillian has provided us with a large selection of books and other materials on how to raise a royal household.”

“Are we gonna trust all of that?” Jane asked. “Ain’t like old blood always did smart things.”

“They did indeed not.” As an American, his mind was predisposed against the monarchy even despite now being one. History was ripe with bad examples of monarchical upbringing, manifesting in the mad, the meek and the tyrannical – also the inbred. “The houses of Europe basically all fell, we have to keep that in mind. Simultaneously, many of the Abyssal houses remain and even those that fell often stayed in relevance for hundreds of years.”

It was Moira that nodded. “You would be foolish to dispense with established wisdom. Just apply your own discernment to it.”

“Specifically, we have to hope we find a few good books and journals on how powerful children were raised,” John continued his train of thought. “Between Delicia here and the Breeder Class, we are guaranteed to have kids that simply outclass their peers. I doubt they’ll do us the favour of all being Latebloomers.”

“I’m not even sure that’d be a favour,” Claire weighed in. “Suddenly gaining supreme power at the cusp of maturity is just as likely to break someone as it is to be wielded with previously learned care. Just look at the Awakened.”

“A fair point,” John agreed. “In any case, I don’t want my pride to be inherited poorly. Arrogance is the main thing we have to look out for.”

Even the haughtier members of the harem nodded at that. There was a wide spread in the understanding of what was ‘arrogance’ and what was ‘justified supremacy’ among them and that would no doubt reflect down the line, for better and for worse. Truthfully, John had no idea how modest someone should be about being born with 20% more capacity to excel than the average person.

As Maximillian had so rudely pointed out during the Bachelor’s night, excessive humility was just unfair on everyone. Those outclassed got annoyed and the one doing the outclassing wouldn’t take positions that then were seized by someone with less in the way of ability. Finding that balance between modesty and self-assurance was going to be difficult to instil.

“Another thing that the books will, hopefully, help us with is the managing of a dynasty,” John continued. “I doubt there ever was an imperial household as large as ours will be, but some basic pointers can be had. Though we can probably get better material on that front from Lulu.” He paused for a moment, then wrapped the topic up, “The books and such are going to be stored in their own room. I’ve already prepared the room itself and will sort it all in over the coming days.”

“Now, the more important matter, my mate.” Nathalia had to raise her voice over Eliana’s orgasmic wail. The moment his fingers had concluded their work on the bred little psycho’s clit, the dragoness grabbed his hand and placed it on her tits instead. Nightingale needfully hummed, coaxing him to do the same for her, though he ended up fingering her pussy rather than massage her modest chest.

Something was going to be lost when all of his petitely endowed women were going to grow larger with milk. Alas, as much as he liked small breasts, he liked mammaries that were feeding his children more.

“The takeover of Hawaii,” Nathalia reminded him, pulling his mind out of her cleavage. “Our mating ritual.”

“That is a way to call a wedding.” John chuckled. “Indeed, we have that coming up – as well as several other tasks. We are going to split up…” Nathalia began to growl. “…and Lee will make sure everyone is present for the wedding itself.” The dragoness quieted, the perceived slight killed in its infancy. “Just a whole lot of things going on,” he apologized to her.

“A more intimate takeover of the archipelago is acceptable,” Nathalia stated haughtily. “What are these matters that divide us?”

“I’ve got some huge charity and infrastructure events all coming together at once,” Jane explained her side of things. “If I let that work itself out, it’ll probably take forever and there’s going to be a bunch of animosity because of delayed promises and stuff. I’ll have to be hands-on with it.”

“I got the pyramidion to fully decipher,” Momo said. “We need the location of that forbidden archive to goad Remus and I don’t trust that Judas doesn’t have something in his collection that won’t point him in the same direction.”

“Explanation: Dramar demands updates on our financial systems,” Beatrice stated.

“I wish to lay the groundwork for my secret society,” Undine said finally. “Darktide.”

“Oh, that’s edgy!” Jane laughed.

Undine crossed her arms, staring with a bit of a pout on her dark lips.

John did not comment on that one. He agreed that it was a bit of a cutting name, but so was Nightfall and he still preferred actual names over acronyms. Darktide was a fitting name, given it was headed by the abysstide elemental and supposed to be kept in the dark.

“Alright then,” he connected his mind to the large screen that they used for gaming, video calls with family and strategy meetings. “Let’s organize this. First things first, who is coming with me and Nathalia to Hawaii?”

“It is my duty, Sir,” the now-striped sniper lady cooed militaristically, her light Irish lilt softening every syllable. “It will be my honour to serve as your scout once more.”

“I shall not be removed from your side, Master,” Aclysia agreed.

“So, uh, do we tag along?” Sylph asked. “Because if Undine is staying, are we staying? Is that what we are doing? Is that what we have to do? Is John going with, like, the Creator Puppet?”

“Undine can just switch her connection to the Ambassador Double, airhead,” Salamander reminded. One of the most important functions of that copy of his was that it could serve as an alternative conduit and return point for all of his familiars. “We’re definitely going.”

“You are definitely going,” Siena cooed while inspecting her fingernails. “I am determined to help our slime lady get this project off… the ground.”

“That one was ****,” Metra chimed in. “I expect better innuendos from you, pseudo-succubus.”

Siena regarded her fellow haremettes with a dismissive stare. “Why are you even talking, pet? Don’t you have a bone to drool over?”

“See, that one was better.”

“So, uhm… y-yeah! Umu!“ Gnome **** herself to sit straight. “Sylph, Salamander and I will be going with John to Hawaii. Undine and Siena will change their binding to the Ambassador Double and stay here.”

“Anyone else tagging along to take over Hawaii?” John asked.

Nahoa raised her hand. “I do not have any utility elsewhere and you cannot travel with just two maids, now can you? Especially if one will be out of the house most of the time.”

“I can!” John insisted, to chuckles made by disbelieving women at his expense. “But I won’t have to prove that here.”

“A request, my mate,” Nathalia chimed in. “I want the Layla woman to come along.”

The Gamer was surprised enough that his steady kneading of her enormous breast came to a stop. A jolt of pleasure, brought by Eliana’s still circling hips, stirred his mind back to action. “Why?” he asked, intrigued.

“Because I do not like her,” the dragoness stated bluntly. “I have forgiven her for the transgression upon the privacy of our lair, as I have graciously pardoned the enablers.” Despite her words, she did glance at Aclysia, Claire, Lorelei and Momo, in that order. “Still, I have a lingering distaste for her. Either this shared journey shall cleanse this or I shall tell her that I will be the one to bar her from this harem.”

“That’s a little cruel…” Momo muttered.

The kneading of Nathalia’s breast was cut short when the dragoness crossed her arms. “That is your problem,” she criticized the fairy maid. “You wish to be the voice of reason that slows the growth of this harem, yet you lack the conviction to put your foot down. You are every bit as greedy and horny as our man.”

Momo was slack-jawed for a couple of seconds. “I am being correctly chastised by Nathalia for being greedy and horny?! Is the world ending?!”

“I simply find myself in good company,” Nathalia responded, a light smile on her red lips. “Is my request granted?”

“Well, I will have to ask Layla herself, but I can’t see her refusing,” John said. “So yes, basically.”

“Oh, oh, are you also inviting Esmeralda? Or Lucifrena?” Sylph asked. “Because they are hot, cute and single too!”

“I have no intention of doing so.” Nathalia leaned back and crossed her legs, sitting besides John as the embodiment of a tall, curvy boss bitch. “Layla is an imminent phenomena that cannot be ignored. Esmeralda may have similar aims, but she is not as possessed by cravings and therefore she can be left on wait. For Lucifrena, I simply have no opinion on her. She has made very little moves towards any of us.”

“She is very shy,” Lyndell remarked.

“Mood kindred…” Gnome muttered.

Another matter that John wasn’t going to comment on. His resolution to slow his harem expansion still stood firm. Whatever happened in Hawaii, the most he would allow himself to advance with Layla was to see whether Nathalia accepted or rejected her. Beyond that, he was there for conquest and marriage, nothing else.

“Alright, so Nathalia, Fianna, Aclysia, Nahoa, Sylph, Gnome, Salamander and Layla are joining me on the Hawaii takeover… also Lee,” he looked at the Fateweaver. “I kind of need you there to open portals.”

“Yeah, I just thought that’d go without saying.”

“Well, now I said it… also I am stringing you up during the flight for the ‘Thai King’ joke.”

“You’re holding such a grudge over that, bro.”

“It is horrendous and I want that joke to die.” John’s bite was diminished greatly by the strain on his vocal cords that was cumming inside Eliana. Even at low movement, there was only so much time he could spend enveloped without getting off.

Jane assumed control over the conversation while her husband was busy filling another woman. “Anyone joining me with my charity stuff?”

“Sure,” Moira agreed a bit too quickly for the follow-up to be taken seriously. “Just because you seem like you need the help, rival.”

“Awww, acknowledgement… though it’s cute ya think ya can give better blowjobs than me.”

“Why is that what we are competing on now?!”

“Ya gonna chicken out?”

“…John, get out of Eliana!”

‘Played like a fiddle,’ John thought and tapped the pretty little psycho’s thick thigh. She hardly needed a signal to know that her turn on the cock was over. Filled with cum, she settled between Nahoa and Gnome, who both swiftly got to licking that cream out of her. Simultaneously, Moira and Jane began their competitive dick-licking. The redhead went at it with adorably embarrassed seriousness, while Jane was doing everything she could to make out with the paladin with a cock between their gliding lips.

“Lady, why does Eliana taste so good on his manhood?” Moira muttered under her breath.

“She really does, doesn’t she?” Jane purred, stopping for a moment to look back to the rest of the harem. “Hailey, Delicia, could I recruit ya two for my bit?”

“Ya only needed to ask, hon’,” the country gal drawled. “I ain’t refusin’ a call from my queen bee.”

“Psh, if you need my help that badly, I will be nice enough to give it to you,” the bratty maid gave her own agreement.

The wrapping of Jane’s lips around the head of his cock indicated that this topic was also wrapped up. While she and Moira began to suck him off in 10 second shifts, he continued, “What about the investigation? Anyone who you want to recruit for that, Momo?”

“Lorelei, Metra, Ehtra, if you three have the time?” the archaeologist requested. All three nodded. Momo had made arrangements ahead of time.

Scarlett took the opportunity to speak up. “I’ll go with Beatrice to chat with Dramar. He’ll like having a fellow free marketer around.”

That made enough sense to John. At this point, the remaining distribution was effectively self-running. “Gale, Claire, I want you two to join me,” Undine said. Claire had already agreed to this during the plane ride.

Nightingale hesitated.

“That leaves only Eliana, Nia and Lyndell at home,” the harpy pointed out in a slow tone. Diplomatic, yet firm, she added, “Those three are not suited for home diplomacy. Perhaps it is best that I…” She petered out when Eliana slowly raised her hand. “Yes?”

The white-haired woman stood up, putting a stop to the distraction going on between her legs. “So… I think… I can do this.” There was anything but certainty about this in her tone. “Or… fudge it… I think I have to do this. For myself.”

John came to her aid immediately. “The Creator Puppet will still be at home, so she wouldn’t do this alone.”

“There is no crisis going on currently either,” Momo added. “Plus, I will just be distracted, not necessarily absent. Same goes for a lot of us.” The chancellor of Fusion gave the blood mage a deep nod. “I believe in you.”

“That makes one of us,” Eliana mumbled, a bashful smile on her face.

“That work?” he asked Nightingale.

“Yes,” the goddess of the night confirmed.

A few final shuffles of pictures and John presented everyone with the split-up of their harem for the next… however long each task would need.