Rykard hummed a little to himself. The rhythm of the tune was occasionally interrupted by the whimpers of a thoroughly fucked sex slave. To call the female attached to his chest Miyo at this point would have been a little bit of an insult to her usual intellect. Then again, she was definitely all the redhead hoped to be in a submissive.
Whether it was the promise to impregnate her, the freedom of the new world, or something about this particular day, Rykard had not lifted her off his cock once since they set out this morning and they were now approaching the hours of the afternoon that suggested a late lunch was in order. In total, he had pumped ten sizable loads into her. Even now, she was bouncing on his cock.
A village appeared around the corner of the mountain path. Rykard had guessed one was nearby. The concentration of statues kind of gave it away. "You'll get to rest in a bit," he whispered into Miyo's fluffy ear. The only response was a slurred gasp. It was impossible to say if that was acknowledgement or just the instinctive response of an overstimulated mind.
Rykard positioned himself at a vantage point and let his eyes roam the collection of ten houses. Not a large village, not even a small village, but a village nonetheless. Where a village was, was the potential for his statement regarding children to be proven false. After he was certain enough that there was nothing to worry about, he approached.
His approach was far from stealthy. For one, he came down a slope, again. For two, he had a redheaded, naked fox girl attached to his front. For three, Miyo found some last gasps in her to scream out when another orgasm crackled through her oversensitive form.
Rykard made sure to add some extra bounce to his step and the redhead rewarded him by soiling his pants with a few final gushes of pussy juice. By the time he reached the centre of the little village, everyone was following them with wide eyes. People had been in the middle of smelting, working, or painting metal. Each house had its own smithy and a broad road with rails led from the plaza into a broad mine entrance. A half-empty minecart sat right there, filled with chunks of stone so filled with metals that they reflected the sunlight.
"Hello," Rykard greeted everyone, taking his hand off Miyo's plump ass for long enough to wave. He returned it quickly - and with a rippling smack. The sharp spank elicited an equally sharp moan. There was still some energy in that babymaker. None of that was in her limbs though, which made carrying her a tad cumbersome. "I am King Rykard, the soon-to-be sovereign of this fine land, should you cultured people be willing to add your art as first subjects to my realm." He nodded towards a half-finished statue of a dragon woman shily pouting. "For now though, I will need a bed to have my companion rest for a little bit."
"Mhhhhmashtaaaahhrrrrr," Miyo slurred, lethargically wiggling her hips. After hours of constant use, her pussy had loosened considerably. Did not keep her folds from massaging his length in a pleasant way though.
"She'll need some rest to put her brains back together," Rykard stated. "Fucking her for several hours straight may have been a bit much."
"Uhm, sure?" One of the women in the village finally stepped forwards. She was a fine young thing, light brown hair, hazel eyes, and red scales that decorated her tail and the sides of her face. A pair of small, dark horns extended backwards from the sides of her head. All around a wallflower of a dragon girl. "Follow me, King Rykard?"
"Just Rykard is okay," he assured her and followed after her.
"Well… a messenger came by recently and he was quite adamant about your glory."
"Good lad," Rykard hummed. "He probably overplayed some parts, underplayed others. We only had about an hour to interact, you see?"
They entered one of the smaller houses. A single bed inside told him as much about her living arrangements as he needed to know. Most of the local inhabitants seemed to be in the 20 to 40 range. Although there had been some couples here and there, they did not seem to be the norm.
Rykard lifted Miyo off his cock. After so long inside her, exposing his cock to the air felt like pushing his tongue out. Hastily, he put the redhead down and put a pillow under her butt. The precaution was too little and too slow to keep the pure quantity of cum that he had pumped into her from flowing out. The debauched mixture of baby batter and pussy juice trickled from her agape hole. Her folds twitched along with the rest of her.
Kneeling down next to the bed, he spoke with gentle authority. "You did very well, Miyo. Rest now."
A little smile played around the redhead's lips. A little flicker of recognition in her eyes was the last he saw of her emerald pupils, before she closed her lids. Like an enchantment interrupted, all energy left her and she instantly passed out.
"I will take care of the stains when she wakes up," Rykard assured her, simultaneously weaving the spell that cleaned up the various marks of the past hours on his pants and shirt.
"Uh, yeah…" the dragon woman mumbled, her eyes fixed on his cock. With the stimulation now gone, it had quickly gone flaccid, but the respectable size was apparent even in that decreased state.
Rykard just chuckled. Much as he may have wanted to seduce her, he definitely was tapped for the day. The drawbacks of spending the entirety of the trip balls deep in a cum-extraction hole. Instead, the ruler-to-be tucked his cock away, closed the crotch opening, and then plopped down on one of the chairs. "I did think of a few more questions since I dealt with your comrades," he confessed and looked around the room. "You all have been exiled recently, correct?"
"Most of us, yes… a few of us still remain from the last world creation, five years ago."
"Five?" Rykard asked. It had been twenty-five years since his world had last been informed of a new world being created. Did the clergy withhold the last four instances? No, as imperial prince, he would have learned about that, even if the plebs never did. More likely was that the different worlds had desynchronized timelines. Besides these events, interactions between the worlds were exceptionally rare. 'Or maybe the gods don't call on all worlds when they create new ones? Only they know how often they have repeated this cycle.'
Rykard pushed the question aside. Maybe he would ask when he met a god or maybe he would find out if he ever joined them. Who knew?
"So… I heard you greatly appreciate our art?"
"How could I not? I have a great appreciation for attractive women." Rykard executed a very emphasized wave in Miyo's direction.
"Would you… like me to show you around? So you can see how we make them?"