I Own a Brothel in Another World

We arrive in the bath and get into the mixed section. I fold the towels on the side and sit us in the cleaning area before we jump into the main pool. She is still a little reserved, but Nebu lets me take care of her body, especially those amazing wings. I cherish them with utmost attention to not hurt her accidentally and it certainly looks like she enjoys having them affectionately washed.

After that, she offers to help me but I politely decline, thinking that she would have a hard time trying to do that with her wings. And I’m instantly proven wrong. She doesn’t use them. Nebu grabs the sponge with her feet, or rather talons, and skillfully rubs it over my whole body while keeping herself in balance with her wings spread to the sides. 

She has great control over her legs and I should have expected that, considering the fact that Harpies use them a lot to do most things. This type of cleaning also results in some quite amazing angles when she takes care of my chest, raising her legs pretty high. The blush on her cheeks tells me that she is well aware of how exposed she is with that move, but chooses to continue for my sake nevertheless.

We finally get into the main pool and I pull Nebu into my arms after we sink our bodies in. She sighs deeply and rests her head on my chest while lying on me. I, of course, keep gently brushing through her brown hair. We don’t speak. Nebu isn’t a talkative person. I let her just relax while snuggled to me, taking this chance to take a quick peek at our statuses. I’m curious what a Harpy’s looks like.

First, I check the Bond menu.

「First level, as expected. Bond Type is Gratitude. I haven’t seen that since Safi and Emi joined. I guess their situation and feelings are similar. I did help them and her in a similar way. Looks like the relationship also aligns with the slimes. She must be fine with remaining under my orders, at least for now. Or maybe most, if not all, monster-like entities tend to end up as familiars when getting closer with the main humanoid races? Who knows. I might learn more about that when I meet other monster girls in the future. So far it’s only Safi, Emi and Nebu that are considered monsters.」

Swatting the small rectangle away, I pull up her full status.

「19 years old… That checks out. She said it was around five years since she reached the age of adulthood and Harpies fully mature between 13 and 15 years old. Hawk Bloodline? I guess each of them can have a different one like all Beastkin have different animal characteristics. Oh. It looks like what we did allowed her to finally evolve. She might need a good night of sleep to finish the process like Emi had in the past. Even as a young Harpy, her stats are quite high. STR and AGI are the highest. Well, she now has my buffs too. I’ll have to check on her after she evolves.」

Closing her status window, I glance down. “Nebu.”

She raises her gaze and looks straight at me with those big and deep brown eyes. “Hm?”

“Make sure you rest properly today. When you wake up, you will finally be a proper, adult Harpy,” I say to her with a gentle smile.

Nebu stares at me in silence for a moment before breaking eye-contact and looking down. I notice her wings beginning to tremble a little so I use my hand to raise her face up again to see if she is fine. After I do so, two small streaks run down her cheeks while her cute lips are tightly shut. 

I instantly hug her closer and urge Nebu to not hold back. Those are tears of happiness, they shouldn’t be forcefully blocked. She doesn’t get into a crying outburst like Sirgia did but just sniffles a little into my shoulder as I pat her head, finishing with a quiet thank you.

After she calms down a bit, I glance at part of my own status, although I know how much I should get with the 10% share from her.

「Yeah, not much, but it’s not like every single girl I get closer with will end up as my bonafide lover, sharing at least 30% of her stats with me. Bit by bit and the numbers will grow immensely. I might someday reach the second level with her as happened with Safi and Emi.」

Anyway, I close everything and poke Nebu a bit to get her attention. “I want to meet with all the new girls to get rid of their seals, create my own and then explain some other things further. Do you mind coming along or should we do it now, alone?”

She tilts her head. “Create your own?” I explain to her the whole principle of my fake seals and she ponders for a moment. “I think I will be okay… if I can stay close to you, Master. I’m now an adult Harpy, I can’t be like I was before. I’ll do my best to not disappoint you,” she says to me with a nice smile and eyes full of determination.

While I reward her courage with a little kiss on her forehead, the door to our bath opens and we glance back towards it. Cornelia walks inside with just a towel, barely long enough to cover her waist. Nebu hides by snuggling closer to my chest, lowering her body a bit and covering it with her wings. I chuckle a little.

Our new bathing companion walks up to the cleaning section and quickly rinses herself, dropping the towel completely. I watch in awe as Cornelia rubs her whole body quite sensually, sending me a wink over her shoulder at one point. After getting done, she approaches the edge of the pool and lowers herself into the water by my right side, where Nebu is facing while lying on my chest.

Cornelia chuckles at the sight of the embarrassed harpy and locks eyes with her. “Hey, Nebu, do you mind if I get a bit closer to him?” The shorter girl glances at me and then faintly nods her head at the magician. Cornelia’s smile grows wider and she pulls herself closer, leaning onto my chest too and resting her head against my neck while grazing my abs with her hand. She takes a deep breath.

“I sooooooo needed a hot dip after all this work…”

I gently rub her head with my chin. “Definitely. Good that you came here yourself instead of being dragged by me.”

She raises herself a little to leave a peck on my cheek. “Maybe I should have waited for that. What would you do if I resisted? Tie me up with your amazing chains and forcefully wash me while I struggle under your intense care?”

I sigh with a smile. “That would be a reward, not a punishment.”

She chuckles again. “Would it be?”

I laugh a little too. “How is progress?”

“I’m slowly getting there thanks to your help. Maybe a few days more. Sorry for the delay. How did the talks go?”

“Don’t apologize, you are doing wonders. And it’s actually fine, I plan on teaching them for a while before they get added to the roster. As for our first conversations, all seemed to go very well. Right, Nebu?” I brush the cute harpy’s cheek with my thumb and she nods while blushing.

Cornelia grins at her. “How was it?”

Understanding the topic of her question, Nebu hides her face in my chest, but answers nevertheless. “It was… amazing… Master was really gentle and at the same time… strong…”

My charming Ice Queen pulls my arm into her bountiful bosom and squeezes it while looking me in the eyes.

“Isn’t he just the best? There’s no better man in this world. I’d even bet my innocence on that if he didn’t forcefully steal it from me while I was chained up, ufufu~.”

It’s now my turn to blush a little. How can you not when two beautiful girls casually talk about your sexual escapades in front of you. Cornelia seems to be enjoying herself with all this teasing. Meanwhile, Nebu uncovers her body which was hidden behind her wings and glances down at her own breasts, which are about half the size of the Human woman's.

I pat her head a bit more and lean towards her ear. “You are perfect the way you are, so don’t go comparing yourself to others, okay?” She looks up at me, smiles faintly after a moment and nods.

Cornelia giggles on the side and squeezes my arm even harder and more ostentatiously. “He may be saying that, but he definitely enjoys them big.”

I move my left hand from Nebu’s head to Cornelia's and bonk her. “Tease me as much as you want, but don’t overdo it with Ne—”

Before I can finish my sentence, the person I was just going to mention shifts her position and falls flat on my chest with her front, entwining her dazzling wings behind my back. She then locks her eyes with mine, and with a determined expression, starts rubbing her slightly smaller boobs against me, up and down.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” 

Cornelia whines at her and also starts using her whole body on my right arm. Both girls begin staring each other down while brushing themselves all over me, releasing some quiet moans now and then.

I lean my head backwards, sigh heavily and follow that with a chuckle. Who would have thought that Nebu can get this competitive instead of getting dejected? Before this situation spirals out of my control, I grab the young harpy’s plump butt with my left hand and tickle the mature woman’s secret place with my right, which is very close to it thanks to the way she is hugging me.

“Nh!”

“Ah!”

Nebu moans softly while Cornelia yelps a little.

“Okay, that’s enough, I appreciate you both, no matter the size. We came here to get cleaned and relax, not to end up in a threesome. Got it?” I look at both of them while squinting my eyes.

The girls glance at me, then at each other, and giggle adorably.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“My bad, I got carried away.”

I give each of them a kiss and we lie in the water for a while longer while cuddled up together. Afterwards, we move to the dressing room to dry ourselves up. While Cornelia uses a towel on me, she accidentally slips and her hands accidentally grab a certain pole to find balance. 

The follow up is obvious. I’m not so heartless to refuse my lovely magician. She proceeds to have some fun with me and experiment a little, judging my reactions. She invites Nebu to join and teaches her a thing or two along the way, ending up with a mouthful of energizing drink afterwards.

Actually finishing getting dry, we escort Cornelia back to her room and then move to mine. I leave Nebu there to wait while I grab the other new women and we’ll begin our business. Near the tieflings’ room, I stumble on my jelly beauties and have to stop to shower them in some cuddles and mana-pats. I didn’t pamper them much recently but they don’t say anything and continue being good girls. They are just too understanding. 

I bring Garrena, Mafaris, Shawure and Zalia to my chamber and everyone sits down comfortably. Nebu takes place in my lap on the bed, the tieflings surround me from all sides and the orc actually drops down on the floor in front of us. Hey, if that’s her fancy, who is gonna judge.

We go through the basics of the job and all the previous promises again just to be safe and no one has any objections. They all have already settled their minds on joining. Then, I explain about the seals, the whole process, placing my own on them, further registration as combat slaves as long as they want it, collars, outfits and such.

The colourful girls get all excited to know they will also receive those cute maid clothes. Garrena isn’t as happy as they are, but she, fortunately, doesn’t object. I honestly expected her to be strongly against it. Dunno, some kind of tribal pride or something. Nevertheless, I of course tell them they don’t have to wear those all the time. And that I might have something interesting in mind when it comes to clothes, but that will come in the near future.

We break all their seals and apply my own. Mafaris, Shawure and Zalia fawn over the design. No surprises there. I knew they would like it. Next, everyone helps and we get measurements of their bodies for the clothes already. Why push it for later when we are all here right now, and it’s not like they are some shy girls who can’t show a bit of underwear. Quite the opposite. The tieflings immediately jump out of ALL of their clothes when I mention measurements. Those naughty teases. They rub themselves all over me when I try to use the meter.

Afterwards, I add every one of them to my Partners and check their statuses. Garrena is a Tier 4 Ancestral Warrior. That must be some tribal variation. And it seems like she fought a lot in the past to get so far. Tier 4 in current times is an achievement. Well, at least for Humans. Maybe other races and monsters are different. Anyway, no matter how rude this sounds, she will provide me with a quite decent buff to Strength and Constitution. Even at the bond’s first level.

The tieflings are all Tier 2. Mafaris is a Knight, Shawure is an Archer and Zalia’s Class is Flame Witch. Besides the last one, they aren’t anything uncommon, but the blue-skinned beauty is pretty close to Cornelia when it comes to rarity. Witches are more focused on supportive magic as far as I know, like enhancements, buffs, imbuing weapons and attacks with their element and such. I’m just curious how Cornelia’s Ice Witch Title relates to Zalia’s Class. I’ll have to observe them at one point.

Nebu is Nebu. A Harpy. I’ve already seen her sheet. That reminds me, I still didn’t have any serious talk with Astrea. Well, it’s only been two nights since she came here. I’ll give her some more time. Hopefully, she isn’t avoiding me after her talk with Cornelia.

We finish our meeting by creating a first draft of our training schedule. I’ll share my knowledge with them as I did with Safi and Emi, starting from tomorrow. It will give them time to get accustomed to this place and learn more about Humans, at the same time, allowing our other girls to properly prepare all necessary things, like adding them to the services menu by Neira.

Everyone goes their way and I’m left alone with Nebu. I chat with her for a while longer and she also decides to leave to not trouble me anymore, thanking me again for helping her and promising me that she will do her best. I tell her that I know while patting her head and we go out of my room. 

She jumps on the railing when we reach the main hall and just like that, she leaps and flies to the other side, going to explore the place. I must say, that surprised me a little, but at the same time, it was an amazing sight to watch a Harpy in flight. She waves at me with her wing after reaching her destination and I wave back. Such a cute creature.

But, it’s time to get some work done. Cornelia is busy with her research and Sirgia is most likely focusing on the spatial enchantments. Not wanting to bother either of them, I go out alone to order clothes and collars for our new girls. 

It goes smoothly. The tailor I always visit and place orders at has now grown a little. They tell me that with so many high-quality costumes I commission they had to expand for it to not affect the rest of their work. It’s good that they are developing. They are too small for what I have in plans, but maybe this will change before I reach the point in time when I will be able to focus on that aspect.

I would be more than glad to maybe find a slave, or a group of them, proficient in sewing and other stuff related to clothes, but that’s too much wishful thinking. I may drop a hint at Selina’s one day, but as I said, it’s still too early for this. There are many more pressing issues and things to take care of right now.

With clothes out of the list, I check the notice boards around the city to see if our posters are still present or if someone didn’t tear them off for whatever reason. I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s a huge advertisement for a place that is quite favourable towards other races. Fortunately, the districts I visit still have them, for the most part. Those that disappeared, I quickly replace with spare copies stored in my ring.

Returning home, I take a peek at Neira’s location and activity. She seems to be heavily focusing on some art piece so I decide against suddenly sending her a lewd Whisper. Making her jump in surprise and damage her work is the last thing I want. Instead, I ask Filue to pay her a visit and ask her to contact me since she seems to be lazing around the garden area.

Not too long after, our artist sends a Whisper to me and I request a bit of her time if she isn’t too busy. She agrees, asking me to wait a moment while she tidies up her studio from the total chaos, as she describes it.

We then meet down there. Most of the stands with frames are covered by white sheets. I’m not sure on which one she was working just now, and I’m not going to pry into it if she herself isn’t willing to show them. She does seem a little tired so she must have been going at it quite fiercely.

Without wasting too much of her time, I talk about our new arrivals and we design their portfolios for our menu. While she already starts working on some sketches representing poses and angles besides the typical shoulder portraits, I write down the most crucial rules related to each of the women.

For Harpies, I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t try to grab their tail if you don’t want to end up as a piece of modern art. Yes, they do have them. It’s quite weird as their feathered parts end around the middle of their thighs, but there’s a fan of feathers above their bums. Nebu actually let me play with it a little and it did look like she was feeling a lot from that, so it’s understandable they would be protective of that place.

For Garrena, nothing much needs to be noted. Well, besides her tusks. Orcs are very prideful of them and don’t let any random person touch those. Only the chosen mates have the privilege to rub their own tusks against the other person’s. Better emphasize that if we don’t want to end up with a Human paste as a byproduct of some services.

Tieflings are a bit tricky. I’m not completely sure, so I reach out to them in my mind, asking what is a no-go in their culture or for them personally. They tell me about the area under their tails, just a bit further from the very base of it, which is considered an extremely private zone. Accidental touches won’t result in instant retaliation, but any more conscious action will be taken as an offence.

Without a surprise, they all say that they would be more than happy to show me it in person and even let me touch that spot with my fingers, if not something a little thicker. Looks like I’ve already been deemed worthy. Besides that, their horns are also usually out of question, but that can actually be discussed and permission may be issued for their partner. It’s a personal decision or a principle in some regions around the Demon continent.

Neira acknowledges all the rules, shows me her ideas for the pictures, we agree on the best ones and she promises me to take care of drawing them as soon as she has some free time on her hands. She has to pay them a visit to do that. Drawing from memory is quite easy for her, but she would rather produce the best quality for me, without worrying about mistakenly adding or forgetting some little details.

I leave her to her own machinations. No need to waste more of her time than necessary. She certainly was looking slightly anxious, most likely still thinking about the piece she was working on before I requested this short meeting. It’s not good to distract an artist mid-creation and she really seems to be putting her whole heart into this, like a certain, adorable dwarf too.

During the next five days, we continue operating every other night as usual while I focus on teaching and instructing our new family members during all the free time. Of course, it’s not the only thing I do, there are various other smaller or bigger things to take care of.

As for the working nights during that period, they pass slowly, but fortunately, without any serious issues coming up. The number of guests is still low and some familiar faces visit us now and then. That’s understandable, nothing really changes in these five days. It’s usually a few people that come in to check the place out of curiosity after hearing about it from the rumours or seeing the poster.

Now, the important part, which is training. At first, I focus my efforts on Nebu, not neglecting others of course. She seems the most eager to learn and it would be stupid to ignore that drive. I thought it would be tough, but she absorbs all the knowledge with insatiable curiosity, very quickly assimilating the simplest anatomical explanations.

As promised, she does her best, especially with practical lessons. And even more specifically, blowjobs. I have a slight suspicion this might have been caused by that short scene after our bath with Cornelia. Nevertheless, even though things like this are completely new to her and not something a Harpy would ever care to learn, she truly tries everything to earn my praise.

I must say, I didn’t expect a wingjob to feel so good. It’s extremely ticklish with all these feathers and the sensation is weird, but it’s the amazing weird. It’s a very slow and steady process, but the ending is totally worth it. With her approval, I decide to add that idea to the menu of services. 

Having specific things listed and priced there is our strategy to avoid clients just doing whatever they want. And if one thing is not enough for them, the magical phone is there to help request another. Every room has a menu card too and all the girls are supposed to know how to use the communication device or explain and show the instructions to the guest.

After Nebu starts getting comfortable with various things, we slow down a little and I dedicate more time to Garrena. She is strong, buff, tough and intimidating. A quite good example of a dom, I’d say. Theory doesn’t go as well with her as with my cute harpy. She’s more of a practical type and learns quicker with actual experience.

That said, I’m pretty sure the demand on Orc blowjobs won’t ever reach too high levels. Why? Because there’s something a bit scary seeing your manhood between two, pointy, sharp tusks that sometimes scratch your underbelly. Not for people with faint hearts. She’s also quite rough and awkward. But, nobody is perfect and that’s just how she is built.

When it comes to the main thing, it’s as expected. First of all, she’s damn hot. Blazing, scorching hot. I know I always had a thing for well-toned and fit women, but goddamn, her muscles are a piece of art themselves. And since she isn’t completely inexperienced, we go through some fun together to learn more about each other’s bodies of course.

Again, no surprise, Garrena prefers to be the one in control. At least as long as she is the stronger one or feels like it. But, she doesn’t mind being on the receiving end if that’s necessary and I’m thankful for that. 

If there are some boys hiding in the capital and dreaming of being dominated by a buff Orc momma, they will be in heaven after they learn of this place. Okay, well, maybe without the momma part, it doesn’t really fit her personality, but… who knows, maybe we’ll work on that. This certainly gives me another great idea. Too many of them, not enough time and hands onboard. Sad.

Anyway, I have to work much harder with Garrena than with Nebu, but I’m glad she is comfortable with what we are going through together. I wouldn’t want to force any of them to do something they are strongly against. The menu of services comes with help here again. Not every girl will agree to the same things and that’s to be respected.

And that’s all that pretty much happens in the first, five-day training period. The quite distinct duo is more than ready and eager to join the ranks of our establishment. Especially one certain birdie. She repeats now and then how she can return the favour like this, but she can’t fool me, she is looking forward to mating with other Humans now that she tasted actual flesh. That kind of flesh of course. Not the other one. Haha.

That said, she changed a little after that night in the bath. Her wings got slightly bigger and her feathers became more prominent or noble-looking. She is now a full-fledged adult Harpy. And her stats rose by a few points too. She was so damn happy that morning I could barely tear her off me for the whole day. That was also partially the reason I started the classes with her.

As for the colourful trio, we only got to know each other a bit more during that time, without the training or learning part. I already knew they are experienced and knowledgeable about these kinds of things, and our bodies don’t differ that much, so I left them for the last. 

I explained to them that there’s not much for us to actually do, but they swore that until I sleep with them, they won’t be doing any work, no matter how proficient they are. And well… they meant it as with all of them… at once… so yeah… I need to prepare myself properly if I don’t want to end up drained to death. We’ll do that soon. I promised them.

Also, most of our new arrivals found something to do in the mansion, which is great. Garrena obviously occupies the arena for most of the time. We finally got a few training dummies from the Guild. Cornelia was waiting for the approval and it came just recently.

Nebu likes to laze in the garden or fly around the mansion. I made her promise me to not leave our premises for now since it could spell trouble for her. She agreed without making a fuss. Elea even created something akin to a nest treehouse for her behind the mansion, using her Nature magic and instructed by the harpy herself about the structure. 

Zalia fell in love with the library and that’s where she can be usually found. Sometimes, her tiefling friends accompany her there, but they actually prefer the kitchen and Sirgia’s workshop more. Especially Mafaris likes the latter a lot. They found some common interests with Sirgia. That's great news for my lovely dwarf. Nothing boosts creativity better than a friend to speak with. And I can’t spend a lot of time with her in the forge currently.

On the sixth day after our introductory meeting, which also so happens to be the free one between working nights, Elea informs me that Neira has finished her first art piece and that it’s just magnificent. She asks me to not peep while they hang the painting as they think they found the best place for it in the lobby. I of course comply and wait for their signal, working on things in my own room, accompanied by the overly clingy emerald jelly.

Sensing all the elves cooperating together on something is really raising my curiosity more and more, but I try my best in avoiding focusing on their movements and positions to not accidentally guess something important. Emi senses my struggle and helps in distracting me, turning around while sitting on my lap and raining down kisses on me. It’s not like I am able to get any work done after Elea warned me about their surprise, so we move onto the bed to cuddle a little and I make sure to shower one of my first Partners in lots of mana-filled affection.

Half an hour later they seem to be done and someone knocks on my door. I obviously know that it’s Neira. Emi untangles me from her sophisticated hold and we walk to the entrance together. I open it and a smiling, faintly blushing Neira enters my sight, dressed in her artist getup.

“Good day, Master. Everything is ready. Would you mind… checking out my painting now?” She starts quickly but grows slightly nervous and shy in the latter part.

Like it’s something natural to me, I pat her head reassuringly. “Yeah. I’d love to.”

She shows a brilliant smile, grabs my hand and leads me to the main lobby. When we arrive, everyone seems to already be there, ready for the event. She lets go of me and happily skips towards the right stairs leading above the reception. A huge sheet of material is hung from the railing in the mid-level between the floors, covering the short wall behind the welcoming desk. That’s the place they must have chosen.

Cornelia approaches me with two glasses of wine in her hands and passes me one with a smile. I thank her with a nod and notice that everyone has one. Such a grand reveal.

“So, do you know anything about this?” she asks me with a smile.

I shake my head. “I have no clue. I promised Neira to not peek at her work. You?”

“None. Elea and her girls did a great job hiding everything from the rest of us. She made sure we don’t get a whiff of what’s coming even today.”

“It must be truly amazing.”

“I bet.”

The sound of Neira clearing her throat interrupts our short exchange and we glance up like the rest of the audience. She leans over the balustrade, moves her eyes over every person present in this hall and smiles beautifully.

“Okay. Let’s start. Honestly, I was never good with this. Princess Elea has a talent for speaking, not me. But, today, I have to. So, welcome everyone! Thank you for coming here today. I’ll soon reveal the very first official painting I’ve created for Master Alastair. It will be one of many at some point, but it is a symbol of change. For me and for my friends. But especially for me. Master not only saved me and offered me shelter, but even went out of his way to cater to my dreams. And even if he says that it was for mutual benefit, I know he did it out of pure kindness of his heart. I will never forget that support. I truly felt blessed on that day when Master brought me to the workshop he secretly prepared.”

She pauses for a moment to take a deep breath and to most likely calm down her emotions. Everyone glances at me. The people who have known me for some time already smile kindly and with understanding. I can’t help but start blushing and getting increasingly hotter from all this attention.

“And if that wasn’t enough, he even still came to check on me and helped me whenever I asked for anything. He just kept giving and giving, without wanting anything in return. And no, this very small work I’ve been doing on our menu cards is too insignificant to be counted. So, I diligently worked on something I would be able to call my masterpiece. Something truly worthy of my Master. And I finally achieved it.” She pauses again and chuckles. “But believe it or not, it again was possible only thanks to his help. The piece I've been missing was handed to me by none other than him, just when I needed it. So, without any further ado, since it looks like even I can keep blabbering when it comes to things I love, behold! My first dedicated art piece, The True Harem Lord!”

Finishing up, she cuts the ropes upholding the material and it slides down accompanied by a lot of fluttering. The painting is revealed to the world. It’s a quite huge and majestic picture of… WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Silence falls on the hall. At least for a short moment before Cornelia starts giggling to herself like crazy and poking me with her elbow.

“It’s truly magnificent! Perfect! Amazing! Splendid! Glooooorious! Just a flawless depiction, Neira! Impeccable job!”

She keeps giggling, others start whispering between themselves and discussing the art while I just stand in the same spot, completely frozen, unmoving since the moment the material fell to the ground, with my jaw literally on the floor alongside the cloth.

Neira arrives by our side before I manage to get a hold of myself and stares at me with anticipation. She is clearly anxious, not knowing how to interpret my reaction. Her hands are shyly joined in front of her and she rubs them together nervously.

I take an extremely deep breath to calm my mind. No matter what it is and how it was painted, it truly is a one-in-kind masterpiece, and as someone who loves appreciating such art, I can see even from this far how incredible it is. I move my gaze to Neira and bring out the proudest and kindest smile I can.

“It’s beautiful.”

That’s all. It’s both impossible and pointless to search for an appropriate description. No words can come close to describing this treasure. And Neira also understands that. Her lips tighten while she tries her best to also smile kindly, faintly nods at me and quickly runs away to join her elf friends on the side, who start patting her on the back and congratulating her.

Now… The painting… Well… I should have expected something like this. Honestly, I should have pieced all the hints together. Other elves coming to her workshop and assuming weird poses. Her constant insecurity about the artworks and sketches whenever I asked. Her reaction towards my pose on that one specific day. It’s all coming together now.

In the painting, simply speaking, is me. Sitting on a fancy, totally royal-looking throne, made most likely out of dark mahogany, with purple, pillowy finishings on the main area, back- and armrests. As for the pose, it’s exactly the one I assumed on that fateful day. The one with a very prideful and powerful grin, with crossed legs and my head resting against my hand. Exactly like it was then, to the smallest detail. I look straight at the audience, whoever is looking at the picture.

The thing is… I’m completely naked. And I feel like my quite fit body has been slightly… enhanced. Or at least that’s how it looks to me. I look hot, in the simplest words. More than in reality. I think.

Now, this is not the end. Oh, no. It’s just the beginning. All of the dark elves are in the picture too. And yeah. All of them are completely naked too. But again, it’s not like they just stand or sit somewhere in front of me or in the background. Nope. It’s way more, fucking, complex.

Neira is, boldly speaking, crawling against my right leg, which is set on the ground as it was in the pose. She presses her chest against it from the side, perfectly accentuating her womanly charms, and with her right leg moved forward while the left one is lying straight on the ground to the back, her secret place is in full view due to that slight split. And there’s certainly a small trick of liquid dripping out of that spot. If that wasn’t enough to picture her yearning, Neira’s face is directed upwards, towards mine, with an explicitly longing expression as she bites on her lower lip.

Roseni is sitting on her knees on the opposite side of her friend and leaning onto the flat surface created by my crossed legs I’ve earlier called a ‘table’. She is using my lap as a pillow and strategically is just so positioned for her breasts, and head turned to the viewer, to obstruct the view of my manhood. While lying on her crossed arms on my lap, she is gazing into the audience with an alluring smile as her perky breasts hang under it with a side-view.

To the right of the throne, on the side where my arm hangs down over the armrest, Filue is on her knees with her side turned to the recipients of the art, and she is intimately hugging my limb, pressing it against the whole length of her body, squeezing part of it between her amazing breasts and guiding the fingers of my hand towards her pretty flower. And from her almost moan-like expression or the way she presses my fingers against her secret place, it’s quite obvious that she uses them to make herself feel good while fervently looking at my face.

Next, the lewd side… Left! I meant left! Goddammit… It’s already affecting me… Anyway, on the opposite side of the fancy chair, Leyne is sitting on her butt with her back against it. Her head is at the perfect height and she leans it back against the armrest by my elbow which is part of the arm that supports my head. With her head angled to the back, she obviously looks straight at my face from below. Then, as for the rest of her position, she has her legs curled up close to her body in an M-shape and she is totally drawn furiously masturbating. It’s not even half-hidden like in Filue’s case. The amount of love juices just flying from the pictured motion over her pinkish crevice is impressive.

That makes four of them. Two more to go. Cinra. The silver-haired beauty is standing behind the right side of the throne. The top part of her body is peeking out, with her huge breasts hanging some distance above Filue’s head. She uses her left hand to hold onto the chair while leaning towards my body and using the right hand to lewdly graze my chest, definitely aiming to move it down where her eyes are currently focused. With her happy expression and bitten lip, you can easily guess what she is so intently looking at from that angle above.

And finally, there’s Elea. The leader. She is standing straight behind the throne, which is shorter than a person, something around one and half a meter I think. She leans forward from behind and envelops my neck with her lavish tits, forming one of those neck-pillows around it. Both of her hands are entwined over my chest and stroking it provocatively. Her face looks exactly like someone who is going to say ‘bow before the true king’ a moment later.

This is… insane. And this thing is hanging literally above the reception. The very first sight you stumble on after entering the hall through the main entrance. And there’s no shadow of a doubt who is the person in the picture. It’s truly beautiful, but… I’m going to need a long talk with our dark-skinned friends...