Up and Coming 14 – Morning Ritual

“Can you go five minutes without tossing things up?” Avari asked.

Eldred just grunted, too busy doing sit-ups. The working out he had done during the initial Cultivation had served to push him to a toned physique. Theoretically, magic would maintain it. If what Neora had said was accurate, then what he thought he should look like would influence his further development. The only way he could visualise himself becoming more attractive was to put in the work.

“Owing a favour to the heirs of the Whitepowder Conglomerate…” she sighed. “You have no idea what that means, do you?”

“Nope.” Eldred curled his midriff until his forehead almost met his knees. ‘39.’ He counted in his mind. “Tell me.”

“Urgh… the Whitepowder Conglomerate is a collection of several family-led corporations centred around the Feng Arms and Ashura Industries. All of those corporations were founded by members of a Jade Block that decided to stop being quite as isolationist as others. In other words, they have incredible internal loyalties, which allowed them to stick together and rise up fairly quickly. In just one generation they made it to the cusp of megacorps.” Avari drummed her fingers on the armrest of her chair. “That they’re here probably means they’re expected to grow their own companies from scratch before inheriting the big positions…”

“A solid theory,” Nyx agreed. “Is it worrisome to owe them favours?”

“…Actually no, it may ultimately be to our advantage,” Avari said. “if they ever call on that, it’s a potential in to get to know a lot of powerful people. The Whitepowder Conglomerate are arms dealers and the various family-corporations within each cover part of the necessary supply chain. That covers a massive spectrum of industries.”

“Certain debts are beneficial to the ones that owe them.” His banshee hovered over. “An accidental masterstroke.”

“Maybe,” Avari cautioned. “All depends on what they ask of us… eh, we can always say no. Not like you agreed to some kind of Geass… right?”

“No, just a promise between men,” Eldred grunted, stopping after the 50th consecutive sit-up. He forced himself to sit upright. “I plan to keep it.”

“Good, but also remember to get something out of it.”

“The words of a fantastic person,” Eldred teased her with a broad smirk on his lips. Doing anything for free went against his foremost principle anyhow. ‘I will thrive,’ he etched those words into his soul again. Then, he pushed himself off the floor. “I’ve had enough excitement for the day,” he stated. “Let’s just fuck and relax until tomorrow.”

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Eldred woke up in his personal slice of heaven.

Both of the women he had started his harem with were clingy sleepers. Avari’s decision to lay down as far away from him as possible, quoting concerns for the blanket and pillows, had been undone by her unconscious self. Not only was she next to him, she had made herself his pillow. Her huge tits warmed the side of his face.

Nyx had barely shifted from where she had been at the start of the night. Head laid on his shoulder, an arm and a leg draped over him. She stirred awake with him. Blue eyes greeted the morning. They exchanged a simple smile.

Rousing Avari was simple. Eldred turned his head and latched onto the gremlin’s chest. The already hard nipple made her very receptive to the skilled ministrations of his tongue. “Aah…!” she sighed softly, a feminine sound bereft of her waking brattiness.

Eldred took the opportunity to reward her for being his pillow. The initially soft teasing of her breasts was turned into a loving bite, accompanied by two fingers curling into her wet pussy. His digits immediately located the little bump on the roof of her pussy. Even among the dense folds of a shortstack, a g-spot was a g-spot.

Soaked dreams turned to stained sheets. Avari jolted awake to her Master rapidly and aggressively stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves. Within moments, she was a panting mess. Writhing, she moaned out, “S-sir!” and fully joined them in the waking world. Back arched and head pressing into the pillow, she was everything he wanted to see in the morning.

Nyx was moving towards his morning wood. It had been there from the first moment of wakefulness, a mixture of youthful vigour and being surrounded by two curvy females. Now he was harder than a steel rod – perhaps even literally. A juvenile thought urged him to put that to the test.

“Wow, I just love getting forced to–“

“Quiet,” Eldred growled, causing the gremlin’s mouth to snap shut with an immediate and obedient clack of her teeth. Rising sass was immediately subdued again. “I just had an idea. It’s good for me to come up with rituals to show I’m the Master, right?” Avari nodded. “You can answer in detail,” he allowed her.

“The kind of women that will gladly join your harem, Sir, will delight in making you display that you are above everyone else. No, that’s putting it too lightly…” Avari shivered, that deeply hierarchical, harem-seeking side of hers stirring her tongue into moving faster as the desires poured out of her. “You are the man. Take control. You’re above all of your women. Make rules as you see fit, add rituals as you desire. The more your harem grows, the more I want to see you rule the whole of us without a shred of doubt. I want to know that I’m equal to everyone else because we all kneel before you. Never let anyone forget that you are the owner of your harem, Sir.”

Nyx’s fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping his length and making him groan. “As Avari says, Sir,” she cooed, her melodic tone matching the rhythm of her strokes. “Claim who you desire. Dominate who is yours. Every woman who I kneel beside will inflame my desire further. To know you are my king and we your slaves…” A wanton shiver hitched her breathing for a moment. “…nothing arouses me more.”

Another powerful groan accompanied an involuntary thrust of his hips. Eldred was close to cumming already – too fast for his liking. Their utter devotion to his desires was stronger than any physical aphrodisiac. ‘Could not have landed a better start,’ he thought, thanking Fate for how wonderfully things had aligned after he chose to improve his lot. He wasn’t blind to the fact that things could not have gone much better.

Before he could be made to cum, he suddenly and strongly seized Nyx’s wrist. The clenching of his strong hand made her release his manhood immediately. She tensed up, a nervous smile playing on her lips. “W-what did I do wrong, Sir?” she asked, apologetic and eager to learn.

“Get off the bed,” he ordered them.

Avari and Nyx immediately crawled down the length of the three beds that had been joined into one. Not knowing what else to do, they stood next to each other, a tall white ghost lady and a short, stacked, grey demonette. They were both panting, uncertain of his desires and yet so eager to let him liberate them from the cumbersome task of independent thought.

“Kneel.”

They dropped down to the carpet, both shivering. Blue and gold eyes were locked onto him, as if he was the only thing that could move in the entire world. Attention only roamed from his face to his twitching manhood, soon displayed between his parted legs. He now sat at the edge of the bed.

“Nyx, do you know what you did wrong?”

His banshee gave it a serious moment’s thought before shaking her head. “No, Sir.”

“You were pleasuring me without my approval,” he told her. “You wanted the satisfaction of making me cum. Who decides if someone is satisfied, Avari?”

“You, Sir!” Avari answered loudly, her hips rising and falling as if she was climaxing again.

“Exactly. And being the one to make me cum the first time in a day is a special satisfaction, right? Both of you?”

“”Yes, Sir!”” Nyx and Avari responded in thoughtless unison. There was not an ounce of free will found behind those eyes, it had all been shackled for him, constrained by their own desires.

“This is the ritual I want – that I demand,” Eldred corrected himself, smirking at the certainty that he was called to lead them to bliss. “You won’t touch my cock in the morning. After you wake up, you’ll quietly and obediently kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for me to make my choice. Once I’ve made it, you will quietly and obediently watch as I use whoever I picked. If I’m nice, I’ll allow you to masturbate, maybe even help each other. Understood?”

“”Yesssss, SIR!”” The dual outcry was beyond enthusiastic.

Eldred rose to his feet, unable to hold back any further. Opening her mouth wide, Nyx immediately received him. There was no deeper reason for choosing her than the fact that she was closer, her throat a half-second more available than Avari’s tits. Eyes rolled up, his banshee turned on every bit as much as he was.

Barely, he managed to hold on for the couple of strokes needed to set off the comfort hole, then came down Nyx’s throat. The first three spurts almost felt like they were one continuous stream from just how quickly they followed one another. Nyx twitched and spasmed, doing her utmost to stay put. Inner walls shifted around him, coaxing every drop out of him.

Without a shred of worry, Eldred stayed inside her. There was no gag reflex nor a need for oxygen that would have forced him to retreat before he was done enjoying her. “Phew…” he said afterwards, his domineering attitude ebbing away with the blood in his manhood. “Alright, shower.”

They cramped together into the cabin. Avari had plenty to say about being at face height with their navels and Eldred did get painfully stabbed by one of her horns in the middle of soaping up. All of that was worth it for the closeness though. Once they were out of the bath and dried off, they put on their clothes. It was then, with the erotic mood sufficiently discharged, that Eldred breached the question.

“So, that new ritual, how good an idea is that really?” he asked.

“With the harem we are building, it’s a great idea,” Avari maintained what her horny self had said. “Certain problems to keep an eye on though.”

“Of course there are,” Eldred grunted. “Before you go on, let me just guess the obvious one: jealousy?”

“Being the human equivalent of a hammer comes in handy when the problem is a nail,” Avari drawled. “Anyway, yeah, obviously that’s the problem. It’ll always be a problem with a harem.” She stopped for a moment, pushing her arm through the white sleeve of her top. “You’ll want to use this ritual to give some extra attention to the members who look like they want a bit of extra attention.”

Eldred hummed, rubbing his chin all the while. In the heat of the moment, he had come up with it purely because it was hot. Instinctively, he wanted to keep using it according to his appetite on any given morning. Avari’s suggestion was definitely better for the coherency of a harem though.

“I’ll give you props for this one,” Avari continued while he was still thinking. “It’s not super creative, but, as I said earlier, the kind of woman that will want to join this harem will get off on this – hard.”

“We will advise in your choices,” Nyx assured. “Those worthy of being yours should not be too needy.”

“Definitely a size question.” Avari continued to be the cautionary voice. “Assuming we continue to keep picking up the low-jealousy types without problems, what you have to look out for is less someone feeling generally unwanted and more keeping who you pick every morning mostly equal or to compensate for it with in other areas.”

“Women that I will see most of the day anyway do not get chosen,” Eldred exercised his common sense. “Women that I saw barely for a day or two almost definitely will.”

“Yeah, that sort of thing.” Avari fought with the waistband of her pencil skirt for a few seconds. Such a tight fit came with certain struggles, mostly in the form of buttons. “Which means… it’s… a good ritual!” She let out a triumphant laugh when the zipper locked in place. “Basically everything that doubles as you showing you’re the boss and showing your ‘employees’ that they are seen is great. Subby women love being seen.”

“She speaks from experience,” Nyx whispered.

Eldred clutched his imaginary pearls. “What? My Avari? A submissive attention slut? Say it ain’t so!”

“Yeah, yeah, mock me all you want. Your digs are so bad they fail to get under my skin anyway.” The gremlin pat her stomach. “Know what is under my skin? Hunger. Let’s grab that free breakfast!”

Eldred could agree with that. Being stuck in a room with these two had left him at a protein deficit. Hastily, he threw on his clothes, being the last of them to do so. Then he opened up the door.

Immediately, he met her gaze.