The Quantum Wanderer

The next morning, Cecilia is still a little affected by the whole thing. The dragonesses don’t really care. We have some fun, and then we go down for breakfast. It all runs normal for once. Almost boring. And I learned in this world that boring is a luxury.

After Cecilia finishes eating, she drinks some juice. She shakes the glass, making the juice swirl as if it were some expensive wine. She drinks a gulp, and places the glass back on the table.

“You know, my villain, we never got to show you your wedding gift.”

I giggle a little.

“I thought I get receiving it every morning.”

“Nope. A wedding is supposed to be something special, right?”

The other girls nod as well.

“Ok. I am curious. Where is it? Did you hid it in our room?”

“It’s not something you can move. We have to go there.”

“Fine, once we finish the breakfast we can go there. How should I dress?”

“However you want. Casual. It is for you, you won’t ever have a worry there.”

I am guessing that the girls managed to create a spa somewhere. Perhaps a hot spring?

“Ok.”

I turn to Muninn.

“Muninn, do you have any news? Anything worth knowing in particular?”

He turns to me, in a very bird like movement. He tilts his head.

“I don’t know, father. What do you want to know about?”

“Anything unusual in Arthuria and the Holy Kingdom would be a good start…?”

“They have created a harem for the hero. It has a lot of females. A lot of them are slaves, if not all. None of them human, they are all from another races. Beastkin, elves. He has been training daily with the captain of the guards stationed in the Holy Kingdom.”

I scratch my chin.

“How many women are there in the harem?”

“I would have to count. They are always moving, so I would have to divert some attention to this. Does it make any difference?”

“It just might. What does he look like?”

“I don’t know, father. You humans all look the same to me, to tell you the truth. Other than you, of course. But that’s because of the sheer amount of mana. I can tell you he has a human face? He is currently indoors, so I don’t have a visual. I can let you know when he is outside, and I can share the image with you.”

“Fair enough.”

Cecilia is looking at the conversation with a lot of attention.

“How do you know all that?”

“I have access to all birds, remember? Sometimes I take a look at what is going on here and there.” He smiles to Cecilia. “Wifey does the same thing. That’s how she knew about the escort being sent to take Andrea back to the Holy Kingdom.”

Cecilia turns to me.

“So, basically, now you ARE Wrax…” She laughs.

I sigh.

“Be careful… If this goes to my head, I might just create a couple of demands in the bedroom…”

Charles coughs. I got distracted. I give him a yellow smile. Cecilia uses the cue.

“Father, there is something that I forgot to ask you… How long do you intend to stay here?”

Charles looks at Lucille. Then shrugs.

“For as long as you will have me, I guess. I mean, other than the eventual oddity, this is absolutely great. And we are kind of getting used to your lack of common sense at this point.”

I get curious with the comment.

“What lack of common sense?”

“Emperors, dukes and popes look like children wanting your attention. Even your crew has a different behaviour.”

“Really?”

“Oh, is this news to you? Haven’t you realized that the emperor, duke, and the demon’s emperor have just visited you, and no one bowed or kneeled to them?”

I laugh a little. I hadn’t paid attention, but Charles might have a point. Charles continues.

“And they all look like needy children. That’s why they call you friend. Friend this, friend that… Haven’t you ever noticed that they try just a little bit too hard?”

I actually hadn’t. But then it is not something I pay attention to. Meanwhile, the dragonesses, Huginn and Muninn finish eating. Cecilia puts her naughty face on. We go to our room, to wash our mouths.

After that, Cecilia brings a handkerchief.

“This is supposed to be a surprise, so, if you don’t mind…”

“Go ahead.”

She covers my eyes, and ties the large handkerchief behind my head. I feel some mental poking, but it doesn’t penetrate. I hear Cecilia.

“Well?”

“Nothing, auntie. He is too strong.”

Cecilia sighs.

“Ok. My villain, you have to let Huginn mess your perception a little bit, otherwise there will be no surprise. You are going to enjoy it, I swear.”

I nod. This is kind of what I did in order to get intoxicated by drinking. It is going to be a little dance, against my natural reflexes. I start releasing control trying to relax. I sense the poking, and I try to acknowledge it so that I can push it to the side, so that I can let it do it’s work. My sense of direction starts to give. I try to dive into this sea of misdirection, and I loose my sense of direction.

The feeling is kind of enjoyable. It is highly distractive. One girl on each side lead me, and we go forward, probably through a portal. I can still sense that this is outside. But other than that, I am just sensing this internal turmoil.

Cecilia removes the blind fold.

The sun strikes my face, strong. I take some moments to get used to the light. The internal turmoil fades. I look around. I am inside some kind of garden. There is a round lake in it, with a statue water fountain in the middle of it. There are some benches.

And demonesses everywhere.

The demonesses are all dressed in that same white dress, backs bare, skin glowing like molten pearl under the celestial fire above. The front barely conceals their tits — twin cloth flaps tied at the nape, just enough to tease. A thin belt cinches the waist, then nothing — just a teasing slash of skirt barely covering the curve of their asses. They move slow, deliberate, like predators pretending to be prey.

My girls are walking around, each in one direction. I turn to Opal and Cecilia.

“So, what is the gift?”

Cecilia has a naughty face. She bites her lower lip, and points to Opal with her head. I turn to look at Opal. She’s close to one of the demonesses. She gets behind the demoness, hands sliding up that bare spine, fingers finding the knot at the nape. A tug.

The dress drops.

Smooth, heavy tits spill free, nipples already hard as garnets. The demoness doesn’t flinch. Just arches her back slightly, like she’s offering herself to the sky. Opal cups one, then the other, kneading slowly, possessively, before leaning in to suck a nipple into her mouth with a wet pop.

Cecilia steps up beside me, her hand sliding down the front of my pants, fingers wrapping around my thickening cock through the fabric.

“Everything,” she whispers, voice dripping with heat. “The gift is everything.”

And then she drops to her knees.

Her fingers unbutton me with practiced ease. My cock springs free, thick and heavy, veins bulging, tip already glistening. She licks a long stripe up the shaft, then takes the head into her mouth, sucking like she’s starving for it.

Behind her, Opal has the demoness bent over a bench now, hands splayed on the wood, ass high, that tiny skirt shoved up. Opal’s fingers are deep inside her, curling, spreading, slick with arousal. The demoness moans, low and guttural, shaking slightly.

Another demoness approaches me — slow, hips swaying — her dress still on, but her eyes are on my cock, on Cecilia’s lips stretched around me.

She drops to her knees opposite Cecilia.

They don’t speak. Just exchange a glance, then both lean in.

Two mouths. Hot, wet, hungry.

One wraps around the head while the other sucks the base. They take turns, swirl tongues together, spit on me and lick it back, their hands working in tandem, squeezing, stroking, pulling my balls.

My hands find their hair — one in Opal’s soft curls, the other in the demoness’s obsidian strands — and I start to fuck between their faces.

Deeper. Harder. Take it.

Opal pulls her fingers from the demoness and steps back, watching me, her own nipples hard beneath her clothes. She unzips her top slowly, lets her tits fall free, then pinches one hard.

“Cum on their faces,” she says. “Then we take them all.”

Another demoness approaches, undoes her dress, lets it fall.

Then another.

And another.

All of them bare now — tits, pussies, asses — glistening, wet, waiting.

Cecilia pulls off with a gasp, looks up at me, eyes wide, lips slick. “Please,” she begs. “Let me taste you when you explode.”

The demoness at the other end moans, pressing her forehead to my thigh.

My balls tighten.

The air smells like sex, scented oils, garden.

And I know — this garden isn’t a prison.

It’s a banquet.

We keep at it for some hours. I look at the shadows, it should be around 2 in the afternoon. I am even thirsty and hungry. My girls are spread around. Aquamarine decided to relax inside the water fountain, while Ruby was laying on the rim, lazily passing her fingers through the water. Cecilia, Shandon, Opal and I are sitting by it.

Only then I realize. I am in the demons’ land, actually kind of close to Rajesh’s palace.

“Cecs, how did they build this? Aren’t we in the demon capital?”

“Well, apparently the centaurs also pitched in. The garden was their idea. The fountain was a present by the dwarves. The rest was a present from Aisha and Rajesh. The toy training was ours.”

I take another look around. I appreciated it. It was an afternoon to remember.

“This party was awesome. I really enjoyed your present.”

“What do you mean?” Cecilia asks.

“This party. It was really nice.”

The are looking at me inquisitively. Then they understand what I am talking about. Opal is the one to break the silence.

“I am sorry, my lord, but you are mistaken. Your present is this place, and everything in it. Forever. The yard, the fountain…” She gestures to a demoness, that approaches, she just unlocks the top off. “The toys. Everything in here belongs to you. “ She blushes a little, and complements. “Including us.”

This was something I didn’t expect.

“You do realize that I don’t really like enslaving, right?”

“No, my lord. Each one here is self given.”

I look at each of the girls. When I look at them, they nod slowly. I love my life. I love my wives. I look at Opal, she continues.

“The tale of the soldier that offered his body to the gods and was reborn as a sword saint circulates strong.” Opal continues.

I laugh. I remember the whole ordeal of Muninn’s prank gone sideways. Opal keeps going.

“Remember, my lord, we are your wives. They are just… our toys.”

I hug her, and then I pet her head. The other girls get closer, and I alternate petting their heads. As well.

“What about this place maintenance?”

“This is part of Sidhu’s church. These girls have other tasks as well. One example is taking care of the orphans. The church and Rajesh maintain the basic costs, and the girls themselves maintain the place. We oversee everything. My lord.”

Ruby is the first one to stand up.

“Come, my lord, let’s show you the place.”

We go around the place. The garden is the back garden of a mansion. The mansion has several rooms, designed for four people each. The cafeteria inside is huge. As we go around the corridors, and take a look around, we keep bumping into more demonesses, all of them with that peculiar dress on.

I stretch my hand and grab some tits, just because I can. This is so fun. Even though I have just had my fill of mind blowing sex, grabbing random tits, and so many of them, is fun. No one minds. This is mind blowing. The girls don’t care, apparently this is sanctioned by them. The demonesses also don’t care.

At the end of a corridor, there is a special room, with a single gigantic bed in the middle. Opal gestures towards it.

“This is our room, my lord.”

I enter it, I inspect it. The bed is ready to be used. There is a wardrobe, with some simple clothing inside it. There are several for the girls, some for me. There is a bathroom attached to the room, with a shower that works much like the shower we have at home.

I nod to the girls.

“This place is fantastic! Thank you. I really liked the present.”

They all hug me. I continue speaking.

“That being said, I am thirsty and a tad hungry.”

“We can either go home or we can have something in the cafeteria. There is bound to be someone there.”

“Let’s check out the cafeteria. I am curious.”

We go there. I keep paying attention to the demonesses that go by. Specially now that I am less distracted with other things. I feel like I am in a Hollywood movie, every demoness is pretty. They are all different, but there is not an ugly one. I have already been outside the castle, I have walked among the people. Sure, a lot of girls are beautiful, but not all of them. Not like this.

They have a buffet that keeps getting refilled. Most of it is seafood, with also some salads. There is not much meet here, other than fish.

“Opal, I noticed that they don’t have much meat here. Don’t the girls like meat?”

“Meat is not very common among the demons, my lord. They don’t have forests for hunting.”

“Can’t I get them some? We have dragon meat for thousands of years, and I am not even mentioning the kraken meat.”

We enter the kitchen. The cooks are also dressed with the uniform, but they also wear aprons. Opal claps three times. They all stop immediately what they were doing, and kneel.

“Rejoice, children. Our beloved lord decided to provide you with additional sustenance.”

I didn’t need the whole big announcement, but whatever. I go to the cold room, and I open space. I open a portal to my safe, and I cut a big chunk of dragon’s leg. I actually cut one of the young ones, I don’t want to provide something with too much mana. I am worried that they may not have high enough level.

I open a portal back and bring the chunk of dragon leg with me. The women in the kitchen are still on their knees, but they look at the big slab of meat that I land in the cold room. The meat doesn’t really go bad, but it avoids dehydration.

Opal claps her hands once. The girls that were kneeling down stand up and go into the cold room, to check on the meat. One of them comes out, and kneels in front of Opal.

“Lady, what kind of meat is that? I can’t recognize.”

“That is dragon meat.”

The demoness looks to the cold room then looks back at Opal.

“But lady… Are you sure it would not be sacrilege?”

“It’s ok, child. As long as you are able to kill it, you are allowed to feed on your prey.”

The demoness gulps.

“But lady…”

Opal sighs. She grabs the demoness by her jaw, and makes her look up, so that their eyes meet.

“Child, go prepare us a tasty meal. Tell someone to invite the other girls, they are to celebrate that their owner had fun exploring their holes.”

Opal releases the demoness, and we go back to the cafeteria. We sit around a table. Opal sighs.

“Some toys still need some training. I am sorry, my lord.”

I have to admit, she is really invested on this. Cecilia is also quiet during this interaction. We go to the cafeteria, and sit around a table. Some demonesses come by and kneel down. We ask for some drinks. They go in the kitchen and bring us our order. The environment is kind of surreal. And I have had already enough surreal in this world that I should be used to it already.

The steaks keep coming, the girls, Huginn and Muninn are eating their fill. After they are done, the demonesses sit in the cafeteria, and start eating as well. That’s when they notice that the meat is not something even close to their usual. They are giving us looks. They start showing themselves off. If only I hadn’t just finished this big orgy on the outside…

I decide I want some caressing, some petting, to relax a little. I fold over the table, and order a demoness to do that on my back. She takes one step closer, but then Aquamarine interrupts the demoness.

“No, child, this is OUR job. You can go back to your table.”

Aquamarine then proceeds to pet me on the back, lightly, with the nails. It is really relaxing. Cecilia start petting me on the head, arranging my hair. I am almost falling asleep. Opal, Shandon and Ruby are smiling at me, having some fun with the scene. The public of hot demonesses around us are looking, while trying to pretend they are not.

We spend some time like that. After having my fill with this, we end up going home. I talk with he girls, and we tell our kitchen that we already had a bite, that we would not be eating. Some dinner is prepared for Charles and Lucille, though. During dinner, my face must be betraying me, Charles comments that the present I got must have been something really nice, based on my smile. I just take a deeper breath and agree.

We stay in the living room a little bit after dinner, having a bit of light drinking. After that, we retire, and I sleep soundly.

Next morning, when I finish my breakfast, and I am waiting for the girls to finish eating, I think of the current problem I have: who can I gloat about the present from the girls? I realize this is a bit childish, but still… A big part of something like this is being able to tell someone. I decide to visit the ones responsible for it, to also thank them.

The girls go to their school, accompanied by Huginn. Charles and Lucille spend the day together. I use the Comm Gem to get in touch with Rajesh.

“Hello, friend! How are you?”

“Very well. Are you busy?”

“For you, friend? Never.”

I open a portal and come over to the room that I always use. Muninn comes with me. Rajesh comes around shortly after.

“Hello friend!”

“Hi Rajesh. How are things?”

“Very good, my friend. What about you? I heard from Aisha that you finally broke your harem in. Did you enjoy it?”

“HOHOHO… Enjoy didn’t even start to describe. It is fantastic. The whole place, and then the girls there. I wonder where you found them.”

“The girls were found by Aisha. Her reports were that her problem was not finding them, but rather filtering them.”

“Tell her that I am very satisfied.”

“That’s very good news, indeed. I will forward that to Sidhu as well. The girls in your harem are also kind of a religious support. They also help with some social works.”

“How is Sidhu?”

“He has been well. He has this smile on his face, about as nice as the one you are wearing right now.”

“Am I that obvious?”

Rajesh giggles a little bit.

“Very, my friend, very obvious. But why don’t you visit Sidhu in his church? He would be absolutely delighted. Or should I say your church? Anyway, you understand what I mean, right?”

I giggle a little.

“Of course, I will. How are things with Rutra and Aisha? Are they still impacted by what happened?”

“They are better. Rutra was exposed to danger, but she didn’t really get hurt. It is going to help shaping her mind for the future. Empresses are not allowed to sulk too much on feelings. As for Aisha, she is, like me, happy that nothing really happened. Rutra actually got out of this with a renovated permission to take Shanti wherever she goes. She is quite happy with this.”

“I am really glad she got something out of this… Oh, I have a piece of information for you, but you are already probably aware…”

I make a somber face. I intend on telling Rajesh about the new hero summoned, so that they can at least prepare.

“What is it, friend? You are scaring me a little bit…”

“The Holy Kingdom and Arthuria have summoned a new hero. It is still going to take some time before he is sent towards the frontlines, but…”

He sighs.

“It is what it is, friend. We have to be constantly prepared for war. This is another huddle, but a war is about huddles. We are going to overcome it somehow. But let’s talk about happy things! Tell me more about how it was in the harem…”

“You know, there is this joke where I come from. There is a big boat traveling in the sea, and boat sinks. This guys manages to float on a piece of wood, and he finds a girl, a very pretty girl, that is drowning. She is pretty, and the whole kingdom knows her name, she is a famous singer.

“The guy saves the girl, and they both end up in a desert island. The girl then tells the guy that since he saved her, and is taking care of her, that she will do anything he wants. They end up having a lot of sex, for a lot of days.

“Some days after that, the guy is a little sad. She is worried, and reaffirms to him that she would do anything to keep him happy. He brings out some male clothes that he salvaged from the shipwreck, and he makes a fake moustache with coconut hair. He tells her to wait by a tree, he is going to be there shortly.

“After sometime, he comes up to her and say, ‘friend, you just cannot guess who I am fucking…’”

We both laugh.

“You have no idea how true that is, friend.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your harem is unlike others.”

“Again, what do you mean?”

“In normal harems, the girls are there because they have to be. May it be as slaves, as a last option… Some of mine are third daughters from lower level nobles, offered as a means to try to leverage the family’s name… In your case, Aisha had to keep women out!”

I giggle a little. He is, as always, exaggerating. He continues.

“I asked Aisha if we could find women like that for my harem. She laughed. Bad. She didn’t even try to hide it.”

We both laugh.

“I am going to visit Sidhu, then.  ”