Tackle hug, obviously. It’s been ages for me since I saw them!

The second the door opened, I turned to look at who was behind it. And when I did, I immediately jumped at them in a hugging tackle. All ten of them.

As everyone fell over, unprepared for my tackling, I shouted with glee “Oh my gosh, you guys, I’m so glad you’re okay! Oh, man, it’s been ages since I’ve seen all of you! Well, I guess in Real Time it’s been about a day, but still! Oh, I just wanna hug you and squeeze you and-”

“Alright, alright! We get it, John. We’re glad to see you too.” Charlotte interjected, trying to return the hug from her position in the pile of bodies. Before long, everyone returned the gesture.

Now, at this point my total number of official Harem members had gotten up to fifteen. That’s a lot of people to accurately display using the medium of text alone! So, just a little disclaimer going forwards as the harem grows even further, I might not be able to explicitly show everyone for expediency’s sake. Alright, we good? Okay.

Anyways, I figured now was a good time to introduce everyone. Really quickly I explained the events leading up to my return with five new slaves, making sure that if any of those Pure Lily nuns were still surveilling us that when I got to the part about Impregnating All of Fantasia World I specified that I had no plans to attempt a similar feat in this world.

And, to be honest, I’ll just go ahead and explain why that is. I should probably get to this sometime, cause my feelings and thoughts about it have kinda been changing and evolving since I became a Mindslaver. Essentially, a lot of what I enjoy is media, and that tends to be made by people I don’t know or care to know personally. But if I enslave everyone, then I’ll in at least a very slight way be influencing all media from that point on. Now, this would be fine if I was a complete narcissist who thought he could make anything and everything better with his own creative touch, but I try real hard to be humble in my life.

If I interfere with the process, then I interfere with the thing I already enjoy as is and risk damaging the parts I like. So, the world at large is going to be as unaware of me as they can be, if I can help it.

That meta-explanation over with and the actual explanation in this actual story of where I had been and what I had done finished as well, I decided that as a celebration of my return and the start of our lives of comfort, we should have an orgy! Or at least, a kind of party where people are free to have sex if they want to. I realize I’ve been calling them all a Harem, but what I want is something more like a Polyamorous Marriage. Mary and Zynthia already hit it off, and I hope that everyone can similarly find stuff to enjoy about each other even without my penis in the mix.

And, amazingly, people did almost exactly that! The nine slaves that first came to me and the five slaves I acquired who had penises grouped up, quickly finding kindred spirits and prospective partners amongst each other. As I sat naked on the living room couch, my mother similarly nude at my side and groupings such as Victoria and Miyo getting railed by Kurt, Kate getting teased and edged mercilessly by Mary and Zynthia, and Beverly and Melissa both trying to out-dom the other, I said “Are you really ready for this? Cause I don’t think you can take back making a kid with your stepson.” Charlotte just chuckled “What, and let you stay at the top of the pervert leaderboards from making a kid with your own blood-related daughter? I gotta show my new ‘Master’ I’m down to clown, don’t I?”

I couldn’t help giggling either. What can I say, my mom knows what makes me laugh. But, there wasn’t much else for us to do besides settle what had been decided a day ago for her and almost years ago for me. I laid her down gently, spreading her legs as I lined myself up with her slit. It wasn’t the hole I came out of, but it might as well have been from how close we were.

With just one thrust, I crossed a line that I could never uncross. Well, unless you count knocking up my own daughter as crossing an even further line. Then I did it yesterday.

I was already noticing the sexual stamina boost Beverly gave me. It had been more than a few minutes, with pleasure bombarding the length of my shaft, yet I had no deep urge to cum yet. I started kissing Charlotte in the couch-bound missionary position we were in, whispering words of affection only she was meant to hear. I could probably show the same amount of love and care to any of the other Harem members, but that didn’t matter as much as it did that I was doing it for her right now.

As I felt her walls clench around me, I started to shoot my load within her depths, already having boosted our fertilities enough to guarantee an immediate conception. But seeing as the party was still going on, I figured it couldn’t hurt to go for a little while longer.

By the time everyone was done boning, I had cum inside my mom at least five times, or at least enough that it was now dark outside again. As I lay surrounded by my satisfied, pregnant harem, I couldn’t resist having the thought “Man, I just have nothing to worry about, don’t I?”

Almost as if triggered by some odd hubris, Kurt mechanically said “As requested I will now remind you to investigate the source of your Mindslaver Abilities’ uber-coincidental nature, as there is nothing at present that requires your attention.”