All of them!

Looking over them, you weigh your balls with one hand, you decide that you haven't even started yet. Vessa gives you a nice sight, her ass high in the air and your seed leaking out of her pink pussy and drooling down her thighs.

“It is time to paint your wombs white with the royal seed, my dears.”

They squeal, and an exhausted smile creeps over your wife's face as she leans back, sipping from her wine, her hand trembling. Vessa is ordered to lick the remnants from her breasts as you entertain the three maidens time and time again.

A sweet voice whispers things of great power, danger and beauty into your mind, and as they carry you into your chamber, laying down beside you, you sleep a sound, deep and dream-filled sleep, your eyes twitching and moving rapidly.

Drums. Drums in the night. An overgrown temple emerges from beneath the shadow-filled canopy of a forest. A ritual place, with a small bonfire in the middle. A young maiden, a grown woman and a crone sit around it, bare and quietly watching the flames, the starlit sky above them. Each, in turn, throws something into the fire, and the fire roars higher for a moment, as they stare intently.

You see a monastery atop a hill, vineyards surrounding it. You know that its grapes and wine is highly sought after in the realms. And you know that deep beneath it there is a spring, nourishing the vineyard. And in it, you now know, resides what you must recover. But first, you had to get past the guardian. And the monastery's inhabitants, whose minds had been subtly altered by the water and the guardian.

In a far off land, you see tribes of woman-warriors trying to gain entrance to an old ruin, in which you know a priestess and a princess are being held hostage. “Free my high princess, free my daughter, and I shall bestow upon you great gifts, my young Bryce.” The voice is soft and beautiful, and you follow her until before your minds eye the great, fabled harems of the deep south appear before your eyes, filled with beauty from every corner of the world. The throne there is empty and in need of a strong, virile king that takes charge of the harems again -

You see women making out, doing the most pleasurable and obscene things to each other, moaning and twisting their bodies in pleasure (and sometimes, pain). Just as the moans and movements get more frantic, the tension rising to its absolute apex, -

You wake up, into the sweet embrace of supple flesh and entrancing curves. Slowly freeing yourself from the entanglement of legs and arms, you slip out of the royal bed, the three maidens and your wife soundly asleep. Vessa is asleep on the door mat, and you silently dress and open the blinds just a little to let enough air and light in to start your day.