They kept chatting about this and that for a little while, until Maximillian drifted off into a hangover nap in the middle of conversation. After that, John took his leave. That his friend was doing well elevated his already good mood even higher. It seemed that everything was right in the world.

With that out of the way, John found himself with nothing to really do. On paper, he was still on ‘vacation’, if that was the appropriate word for a boss just deciding they didn’t need to work that day. De-facto, there was a bunch of stuff he needed to do. A ruler never really got time off, only to hope that nothing serious came up.

There certainly were a few matters he needed to take into his own hands at the moment. Plus, there must have been a number of operations that required his personal approval to proceed or get new funding. Therefore, he set out to the office, Metra and Lorelei still with him.

“Always working,” Metra remarked.

“Admirable,” Lorelei added, fidgeting a bit. It was the first time she would accompany him to his workplace and she knew what her duty would be. The excited blush and squirming made clear what she thought about this responsibility. “It’s proper for a ruler to toil for the prosperity of their realm.”

“I’m really just doing it because I don’t trust anybody else with it,” the Gamer confessed, while opening the door to the teleportation room. The various pads inside it were hooked up to different locations all over the Guild Hall. He stepped on top of the one hooked up to the central government building over at the Fusion Administration district.

“I think it’s proper for a realm to give back to the one guaranteeing its peace,” Metra added as she stepped onto the platform.

“Fusion does take taxes,” Lorelei said and followed onto the teleporter last.

A blue light enveloped them. It rose steadily, until it consumed their field of vision. When it ebbed away, they found themselves in a chamber. There was nothing in it besides the teleporter. Three doors led out from it, one to the right, one to the left, and one ahead.

“Taxes aren’t really necessary for our standard of living, but, eh, point taken,” Metra responded as the three of them stepped off. Licking her lips, she switched gears to what was appropriate for this space. “So, what now?”

“Now,” John responded slowly, his dominant mood getting stronger, “you’ll be a good sex slave, get on all fours and be silent.”

Metra obeyed instantly, crouching down into a frog-legged position, her palms touching the floor. Anticipating tail wags created little ‘swish’ sounds, while the wolf girl stared at her Master with loyal, eager eyes. Every time John saw Metra behave like that, it was a special kind of treat for him. Her submission had that additional flavour, because of how powerful she was both in real terms and by her physical presence. That she manifested this behaviour only after he had, by her own words, ‘broke her in’ made it even hotter beyond that.

Not that this meant that she was his favourite submissive. John wasn’t even sure how he would qualify that. When he turned to Lorelei, who was patiently waiting for his orders with an obediently lowered head, that was its own variance of fantastic. He loved that simple, honest subservience just as much as Metra’s contrasting begging or the brat next door.

A brat John decided to check in on. “Metra, wait on my desk. Lorelei, strip and wait in front. Neither of you touch yourself.”

“”Yes, Master,”” they replied in unison, one panting, the other controlled – for now.

While they went through the left door, John turned to the right. Carefully, to check he wasn’t disturbing his chancellor in a meeting, he peeked inside. Through the small gap, he saw and heard Momo.

“Ah, yes, spank me – grab my hips tight…” she whispered lustfully, her tone that of someone too lost in masturbation to shout the things she imagined. Her long white hair bounced by the metal ring that bundled it close to the tips. With one leg up and the other on the floor, she was riding a dildo she had adhered to the top of her work table. She was facing the opposite wall and hadn’t yet noticed the ajar door in the corner of her eye.

A tactical mistake, likely deliberate, that John exploited to keep watching.

“I love you, I love your perverted eyes staring at my ass. I know you love my big butt… Please, grope and smack it more… lick my little tits… I’m your maid…” She stopped for a moment, when she shivered all over and then said the Gamer’s favourite word, “…Master!” She shouted and came just as the word left her lips. “Master… you’re my… Master…” she kept saying past the orgasmic spasms. Her butt jiggled each time she violently tensed. When she eventually calmed down, she slowly slid off the dildo. Large as it was, it had to bend so the fairy maid could take it out without hovering up.

Despite being clearly satisfied, for the moment, Momo did not put the toy away immediately. Instead, she knelt down by the table and started worshipping the replica of John’s dick with little kisses. Her pussy drooled on the floor with the excess of her recent climax.

“Thank you, Master.” She giggled. “I love you… I just love saying this word… Master…” She licked along the side of the dick. “Master…” She kissed the rubber scrotum. “Maste-“ She noticed John opening the door wider and grinning at her. Immediately, she started to turn red. “H-how much did you see?”

“I started listening about the time you started begging me to spank you,” he teased her.

Although her snow-white skin now had the shade of pale apple, she breathed a sigh of relief. That made John infinitely curious what else she had said while fantasizing. Rather than pry, he stepped up to her and forcibly bent her over the table. “Psh, look at you, giving me what I want,” Momo tried to play things off. “Just like I planned.”

“Uh-huh,” John just made a doubtful sound, before smacking her round backside. The bratty submissive tried to bite back the moan, but the majority of it made it past her bit lip anyway. “If this is what you want, you might as well keep masturbating, right?”

“D-don’t feel like it!” Momo responded intensely. Even if she had just satisfied herself, the sudden change in situation had reignited that passion stronger than before. “I have to get back to work anyway, so get your pervy ass ou-aaaahh, Master!” She cried his title instinctively in response to the second smack.

“It would be unbecoming to leave one of my maids wanting,” the Gamer told her. He rubbed her round, smooth ass with his left hand, enjoying the softness of the twin spheres. “Then again, if I leave you to do it by yourself, you’d be more honest. Doesn’t matter, I know what you want.”

“Oh please, you just think it’s your dick, because it’s always what you think everyone wants,” Momo berated him. He couldn’t see her expression shift as he went down behind her. Neither could he hear her properly, after he put her thick thighs on his shoulders. All he was certain about was that she was moaning, when he buried his nose in her squishy backside.

Expertly, his tongue found her drenched slit and started pushing inside. The pretty pink of her folds eagerly greeted his efforts with twitches and love juices that had a distinct note of honey flavour. Eating out the fairy was a delicious surprise each time. Her ass was consistently amazing, jiggling around his face each time he smacked it.

Few minutes of dedicated effort later, a gush of her fluids filled his mouth. He gulped it all down happily, before pulling away. On the table laid a twitching and stupidly grinning brat. John smacked her ass one more time, hard enough for her entire body to shake. “MASTER!” she screamed when that set off an aftershock.

“So, when you feel like being honest, come over to my office and tell me what you want,” John ordered her and left.

Humming to himself, he walked back through the teleporter room and emerged from the opposite door in his own office. It was about a quarter smaller than Momo’s, a difference compensated for by the large balcony behind his almost comically large desk. The walls were almost entirely covered by bookshelves, with only one-way windows by the balcony and the doors breaking that up. Aside from that, the only furniture were the two glass desks for the secretaries and the chairs for everyone.

As ordered, Lorelei was standing, naked, on the business end of the table. Sitting on the edge right in front of the chair, Metra waited in her minimal clothes. Wordlessly, John sat down and inspected the willing sex slave. Her nipples were poking through her top, barely more than a sport’s bra, and her hotpants sported a wet mark between her legs.

John made it even more apparent by trailing a finger down her pussy. The juices she had built up just by obediently waiting, without any stimulation whatsoever, soaked through the fabric and reached his finger. He circled around the area, pushing the already tight fabric into all the small crevices and revealing a pronounced camel toe.

“On the floor again,” he ordered, unable to wait any longer. Metra slipped off the edge of the table and squatted down in front again. John disrobed with the click of a button and simultaneously grabbed Metra’s head. Submissively, she parted her lips when he pushed them against the tip of his cock.

Completely dictating the tempo, John used the wolf girl’s throat. She moaned and drooled all over him, making a mess of his erection in all the ways he liked. Metra was sadly not capable of orgasming just from having her throat fucked. Lorelei, however, was perfectly able to climax from being eye candy.

While utilizing the ancient weapon of a blonde as a cocksleeve, John let his eyes journey over the seer. The lustful intent behind his stare was not just apparent to Lorelei, it was a tangible physical influence on her. Staring at her decently sized breasts and the balanced swing of her hourglass figure, John showered her with such lecherous intent that the submissive started to squirm.

Rubbing her thighs together only made Lorelei that much more of a treat. As the desire for her increased from her display, so did the pleasure she received. Soon she leaned forwards onto the table, holding onto it for support while she breathed heavily. Her breasts kept trembling whenever she moved. Submissive instincts and memories of being fucked made her curve into all manners of suggestive poses.

John needed more. Rising to his feet, he mercilessly fucked Metra’s face while staring at Lorelei’s full, pale lips. He imagined she would be next and her mouth went agape and offering in response.

Hammering deep into Metra’s tight throat, feeling her moans revibrate each time his balls slapped against her chin, John knew his orgasm was approaching. Lorelei’s short gasps indicated just how close she was getting. Metra’s tongue was serving the rapidly moving manhood as best she could.

He unloaded the moment Lorelei started to shout. With his seed filling her gullet, Metra was brought to an orgasm of her own. Everyone in the room was tense, then John dropped back into his beast of a leather clad office chair. Metra moved along with him, bobbing her head to extract the rest of his semen like a proud sex slave should.

“God yes,” he groaned when he started to calm down. “Alright, everyone under the table, let’s start working.”

“As you demand, my king,” Metra purred and backed off. A gooey strand connected her lips to his shaft for several moments, then she had retreated far enough into the leg compartment of John’s massive office table. The whole space was custom made, cushioned and wrapped in smooth, red leather. A comfortable space for haremettes to spend a chunk of their day worshipping his manhood.

Before Lorelei could join the blonde berserker babe in there, John stopped her for a moment to check whether the toys were still in there. Both the butt plug and the vibrator were sitting tight. With a little smack, he signalled her to keep moving. The original remote was in his inventory now, but the control pad on the desk could control them as well. There was a standard set of channels the wireless toys used. Scarlett had personally made sure of it.

“I said everyone,” John said and demonstrably stared at the door. Defeated, Momo opened it all the way and wordlessly tapped her way over. She gave him her best defiant gaze, which didn’t do anything but add to his enjoyment, considering she joined the other two. At three women under the table, the leg compartment was at the recommended maximum. Trying had revealed they could squeeze up to five in there, but there was basically no accessing his cock in that situation for half of them. Three was the perfect upper ceiling.

John gave the trio of the bratty maid, the wolf-eared sex slave, and the submissive seer one more approving wink, then he moved the chair forward. Immediately, he felt them all shower his cock with kisses. Little whispers interrupted the worship, coordinating who would get to enjoy what part of him for the immediate future.

Before the Gamer even bothered with the big stack of paperwork that had piled on in his absence (already diminished by someone currently under the table), he had a personal project to get underway. Small as their accomplishments had been, the volunteer forces that had entered the Iron Domain as his support had proven remarkable bravery. Fusion had a number of basic military honours, but he hadn’t designed the equivalent of the Medal of Freedom yet.

Specifically, he wanted to give one to James. The officer hadn’t contributed to the conquest in any ultimately meaningful way, but when the volunteer forces had been found by Ironborn, he had deliberately taken several hits to protect his comrades. He had done the Abyssal equivalent of jumping on a grenade and that deserved to be acknowledged.

The name for this new honour had been jumping around John’s head for a little bit: the Mark of Heroism. It could be construed as distasteful, as it was a bit of a pun on the name of the soldier who John met in the Death Zone. While the Gamer understood that argument, he also felt like he owed it to the man to have his name affiliated with the honour in as direct a fashion as possible. By this point, Mark had become a modern legend of sorts and John felt that was wholly appropriate.

Regardless, before he went forward with that name, he wanted to contact the family of the man. He had died for their safety, so it was only appropriate they had a word in how Fusion treated his memory.

As for the ‘heroism’ part of the name, that was a lot easier to justify. Heroic behaviour was at the core of what John wanted to exemplify in his army. Since the New Year’s speech, that desire had become a meme, in the old psychological sense, that was running outside his influence. It was heart-warming to see how many people jumped at the opportunity to act forthrightly if they were given the opportunity to.