“Woman, I can turn air into gold!”

  The statement was met with one st moment of intense skepticism, then Rykard had finished the esoteric gesture. A perfectly crafted ingot of gold nded on the countertop of the reception desk. Satisfying silence ensued, as the haughty woman stared at it open-mouthed.

  Rykard bit back the exhaustion that had caused him. Temporarily altering the state of matter was easy enough, but actually turning air into gold permanently was challenging even for him. That being said, he couldn’t have the gold bar disappear ter on. That would tarnish his reputation.

  “One - room,” the king demanded pushing the solid gold bar towards the woman.

  Who had the absolute temerity to get out a couple of tools out first. Rykard let her test the purity of the gold, knowing that she would start to grovel once she was done. A prediction that was absolutely correct.

  “I deeply apologize, sir! We will, of course, make an exception for your royal highness! One moment!” She grabbed the gold bar and dashed off into the backrooms.

  “What if she comes back and tells you there was no gold bar?” Miyo asked.

  “Then I will burn this pce to the ground,” Rykard answered and let his annoyed gaze wander over the expensive ornaments id into the walls. “I have put up with enough.”

  No such thing happened. The receptionist came back with a posh man whose face was defined by a carefully twirled moustache. A storm of apologies and assurances followed.

  “Yes, yes, you are very sorry,” the king interrupted. “I don’t care. I want a bed.”

  “A comfortable one,” Miyo added. “You would not want the woman carrying the heir of your future king to remember this pce unfondly.”

  The (presumed) owner of the establishment turned as white as the sheets of the room they were quickly guided to. It was a rentable apartment and therefore not as spacious as Rykard preferred, but he could live with it for a night. The bed was adequately sized for two people. “I expect breakfast in the morning,” he told the man and woman, then shut the door in their face.

  “I would say pettiness does not suit you, my love,” Miyo said and settled in the bed. “In this case, however, I support it.”

  Rykard just hummed in agreement and approached his pregnant queen. “All good?” he asked and ran a hand over the notable bump in her belly.

  “I am not so gravid that standing for a few minutes will get to my feet,” the redhead answered in her ever-even tone. “I wonder if it ever will. The stay here is making me more powerful in my own right. I suspect you pouring your mana-rich seed into me at any given opportunity has something to do with that.”

  “I am doing my best,” Rykard joked and moved his hand from her belly to her rge breasts. He squeezed and got a little gasp in return. “Sensitive, aren’t we?”

  “Yes, Master.” Miyo closed her eyes and just breathed softly, while he pyed with the mounds under her red dress. Before long, he removed the dress. Several minutes followed of him just kneading that delicious chest of hers. “Always eager to py with what is yours.”

  “Why wouldn’t I be, when she is so enticing?” Rykard answered. “Serve me before bed.”

  “As you desire, Master.”

  Their positions were swiftly reversed. Rykard id on his back, and Miyo bowed over his crotch. Both of them were naked now. The vixen’s hips wiggled slightly with each wave of her fluffy tail. Green eyes fixated on his cock while her hands stroked the length. The first drop of precum pearled from the tip and the submissive followed it with utter fascination as it ran down the underside of his shaft. She met it with an upwards motion of her tongue.

  “Good girl,” Rykard groaned, just as Miyo wrapped her lips around the gns. She hummed, pleased with the compliment, then sucked him deeper inside. Queen she was, but that was for other people and other environments. In this situation, in this moment, between the two of them, she was just one thing. “That’s a good sex sve.”

  His cock popped out of her mouth for one moment. “Thank you, Master,” she said with as much grace as haste allowed. She was eager to have him back in her throat. The stroking of her hands was not enough for either of them. Descending again, she pushed herself all the way down. The width of his shaft stretched her neck.

  Miyo moaned with each bob of her head. There were none more tailored to his desires than Miyo. He had trained her from the moment they had discovered their proclivities together. As she worked her Master closer and closer to orgasm, she herself got closer and closer to release. All she required to get off was pleasing him. Conditioning and kinks made sure of that.

  Rykard was far from backed up. They had spent much of their journey entangled in lustful embrace. As such, this was not a quick affair. Miyo kept taking his cock into her throat, only stopping when she required to. Even the breaks were filled with veneration. Licks and strokes of her slender fingers kept his pleasure growing.

  Over half an hour did Miyo continue. She never once halted in her service. Her entire world was that cock and in her entranced state she was gorgeous. Rykard’s own attention was entirely captivated by her submissive efforts.

  When his orgasm finally came, Miyo was already in position. Her lips were wrapped around the border between head and shaft. Pumping motions supported the tensing of his shaft, delivering spurt after spurt of thick cum to her mouth. Miyo’s eyelids fluttered, the taste of his seed rewarding her with her own climax. Even quivering, her lips and hand kept delivering on her duty as a sex sve.

  Both their orgasms had calmed down by the time she had milked the st drop from his cock. She sat up, carefully opened her mouth, and presented his rge load to him. “Swallow,” he ordered and that she did. Another orgasm was making her tremble, her obedience rewarded by her instincts. “Good girl,” he complimented her again when she presented her now clean mouth to him. “Come here.”

  “Yes, Master,” Miyo answered, her voice taxed from the repeated deepthroating and moaning. He pulled her to his chest, her back against his muscles, and rolled over to the side. This was the proper way to fall asleep: her nubile body in his protective embrace.

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  Of the many things Rykard had expected for breakfast, prawns was not one of them. “Quite impressive,” he said, dangling the thumb-sized piece of seafood between his fingers. “Where did you get this?”

  “We raise prawns and other crustaceans in rge basins in the agricultural halls, your majesty,” the servant assigned to them answered swiftly. His tone was that of the neutral butler. Swift, helpful, decently kind, but impartial and unattached. It reminded Rykard of all the times he had stayed at other people’s estates and of all the servants that smuggled poison into his food.

  Not something the man could be bmed for.

  Rykard tilted his head back and let the prawn fall into his mouth. It was delectably chewy and rich in fvour. “So you are food independent?” he asked.

  “The city of Erira is a major food exporter - or was before you relocated us,” the butler continued with his swift answers.

  “Something you were prepared for, I take it?”

  “Pardon the question, aren’t all Exile Hexagons prepared to be taken away?”

  “You would be surprised. Pass me the butter, would you?” The question was meant for Miyo, but the butler was quicker than the redhead, taking the small try with animal fat and handing it to Rykard. The king proceeded to use it as the foundation for a couple of slices of pepperoni. The breakfast they had been brought was a veritable feast.

  “Anything you wish for me to fetch?” the butler asked.

  “Not at this time,” Rykard answered. “How about you, Miyo?”

  The redhead shook her head, too busy chewing on her own slice of freshly baked, dark bread to answer. She ate for two, for obvious reasons. Despite that she maintained her grace, sitting straight and proper. Not a crumb dropped between the ptter and her pink lips.

  “If you would indulge me, tell me more about this city. A basic rundown of what everyone knows,” Rykard requested.

  “Very well. Erira was founded at the end of the unification wars of our homeworld. The city was originally a resupply point for the forces of the great ogress Eri the Gorger, the winner of said wars. 120 years of ogre tyranny ter, the people of the world united, sughtering the Gorger Lady and her forces. Erira subsequently became an independent city-state, since no one wanted to take over a city that irregurly empties itself.”

  Rykard nodded throughout the expnation. At his side, Miyo washed down a mouthful of food with a sip of water. “Did the city become renowned for other products in the meantime?”

  “Besides our indoor agriculture and livestock facilities, the city also sports a thriving craftsmanship css in the suburban surroundings,” the butler advertised. “The creations of Erira will no doubt live up to your standards, your majesty.”

  “I do hope so,” Miyo said cooly and bit into another piece of bread.

  “We would obviously like to talk to the local leadership if there is such a thing?” Rykard asked.

  “The governing body is a council of the guild masters, who elect one of their own to represent us in diplomatic matters, if necessary. To the best of my knowledge, no such election has happened recently, although your arrival may have caused an emergency session to be called.”

  “Interesting…” Rykard hummed and continued to eat while trying to think of any more questions he could ask.

  There were none and so the rest of the breakfast continued on without interruption. Shortly thereafter, the royal duo checked out of the pce and Rykard summoned the carriage again. That created quite the fuss, but they entered the vehicle before anyone could stop them.

  About half an hour ter, they had made it to the centre of the sprawling metropolis. The massive, red-roofed structure towered above them once they disembarked from the carriage. Starlight Wandering All Worlds disappeared, leaving them at the foot of the building. Two guards stared at them. Whatever training they had, and it likely was substantial, still wasn’t enough to prepare them for the cosmic stag.

  That being said, they snapped out of their daze by the time Rykard stepped up to them. “Halt!” the left guard decred. “Who are you?”

  “King Rykard of New Eden, Contestant and summoner of this Hexagon,” he answered in a casual fashion. “I’m here to see your council, get the terms for your fealty, and all of that.”

  The guards looked at each other, and then crossed their spears as a demonstrative gesture. “The council is currently in session to debate the effects of your arrival,” said one guard.

  “And you think that makes it wise to stand in my way?” Rykard asked.

  “We request that you wait until a decision has been reached or you are called for.” The tone of the guard made clear that it was not a request. “We can offer you accommodations until that time.”

  Rykard was developing a distaste for the rudeness of the cityfolk. Was it because he was an outsider or were all of them this abrasive when faced with a situation outside of protocol?

  The two guards eyed him and he eyed them in return. They were well equipped and well trained and there was doubtlessly more of them out of sight. Beating his way past was always an option, but it would not be as easy as it may appear at first sight.

  There was also the persuasion option, whether that was by sweet talk or intimidation. That usually got him where he wanted. Rykard had become quite adept at talking since he had first appeared in this world.

  Getting past the guards sneakily could also work. A bit difficult with Miyo in tow, but not impossible.

  Lastly, there was the option to actually just wait. By the sound of it, they were having a heated debate in there and letting them sort it out could be to Rykard’s advantage. It could also be to his disadvantage. He would have to roll the dice on that one, if he just stayed out here.