Indulge in their most carnal pleasures.

“Myaster forgot about Dirpe?” Slowly awakening from her slumber, the Fairy Dragon form of Dirpe rose to a proud pose releasing a mighty roar, but with her miniscule size it was more cute than terrifying, shortly after shifting back into her Kobold form.

“Master didn’t forget Dirpe, definitely not.” Apparently, in his forgotten endeavors, he’d left Dirpe out. “Well, let’s get to work.” An excited Damon grabbed the Kobold form of Dirpe, bringing her to his mouth, planting a massive kiss upon her face, before he, true to his word, got to work.

After the kiss, he moved the shiny figure of Dirpe in his giant grasp, bringing her honeypot to his much larger mouth, and with a lengthy, slithering tongue, she began arching and thrashing around in his grip, falling into breathless heaving after a mere few minutes, “More! Please, ohh, don’t stop!”

Dirpe was still thrashing about in his grasp, but now she’d tried wrapping her legs around his head to keep his efforts focused, though her legs were a bit too short to fully reach around it, and Damon surely didn’t need the motivation, but then, he had thought, and with a million mana, he bestowed upon each of his wives, the custom Greater Blessing, Manajuice Honeypot, and while the name was quite stupid, the effect was really apparent, as the taste of the liquids he’d been drawing from Dirpe began to showcase a sweet flavor.

This drew a smile from Damon, as he began lapping up all that flowed, the fruits of his efforts, if you will.

A suddenly exhausted Dirpe slumped over from the exertion, and Damon set her gently to the side, as an intoxication Elyra Lalabune came into view.

The lustrous Elyra all but hopped to his face, sitting atop his shoulders, her thighs were pressing against the sides of his neck, as she pressed her lips against his, her floppy ears lay softly on his face, a silky smooth fur coating them.

As the wound up Harengon was coating his face in her love, it was obvious she was far more experienced than Dirpe had been. Damon gently grabbed her in a similar manner he had with Dirpe, as he slowly moved to repeat his previous, expert actions on the second woman he’d ever been with, though she was his first wife, he remembered.

But without another thought, Damon began his efforts on Elyra, to the same drastic reactions, the senseless bucking without refrain was surely a sign for Damon to continue, so why should he not?

And with that, after approximately ten minutes, another exhausted figure was slumped over on his chest.

Raising himself from his laying position, and his gaze was met with a line of wives showing tons of faux impatience, though they were absolutely waiting their turns for the ride, giddy expressions coating their faces.

…

After an exhausting, rewarding it may’ve been, six hours, the sopping wet face of one Damon Steel was laying in the aftermath of six very happy women, a smile wide upon his face, as he actually remembered this time.

As he rose from his laying position, he heard and felt his back release endless cracking as would a mighty oak tree when being felled.

As Damon was stretching, he was taking in the absurd view he was destined to awaken to nearly every day of his life, as a smile donned on his face, a wide grin showing his joy at his scenario, as strange as it was for Clark, this would be the new norm for Damon Steel.

An emboldened Damon took his time, slowly maneuvering the slumbering forms of his beautiful wives to lay beside him, and as they lay there, they began to slowly, move towards him, grasping at his immense form in their dreams, leaving a wonderful taste in Damon’s mouth, as he released a mighty yawn, laying his form back upon the surprisingly comfy ground, he leisurely waited for slumber to take him once again, but while he was waiting for a peaceful rest, he began to thank everything he could for what had been given to him, particularly the God who’d given him the system in the first place.

But that aside, Damon had a much more serious thought.