525 Grand Harves (1/2)
Konrad's pounding of Chandra's consorts carried on for an entire week during which all saw their cultivation harvested. But as they lay, groggy and cum-drenched on the ground, Konrad selected the 500 most worthy to turn into Devils and add to his personal harem. The rest were promoted to imperial maids. Although they'd have to recultivate, with the Jade Dynasty's methods and resources, fast progress was a must.
The time within this mansion flew 3,000 times faster than in the outside. Therefore, in truth, only three minutes had passed. Still, Konrad restrained his energies, preventing a breakthrough. Meanwhile, Chandra who wept and spasmed on the ground was undoubtedly the greatest beneficiary.
Thanks to Konrad's generous gift, his cultivation rose from late-stage Legendary God to half-step Overgod, while his Cuckold Pig Blood rose to startling heights, now rivaling his former Primogen Blood. Alas, it had also reached its limit and couldn't grow further.
Leaving the sobbing hog behind, Konrad left for the second room where Talroth's gifts awaited.
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The rising stares of nearly 10,000 Goddesses welcomed Konrad's entrance in the second room. There, Bastet and Silvaz the two Demon Primogens lay alongside Bhumi, Tara, Konrad's four half-sisters and legions of succubi, maenads, and lilims. Various shades of demonic energies filled the air, creating an atmosphere that put the two Devi in the room ill at ease.
First, Konrad set Tara aside, bestowed her with a Devil Seed before sweeping his prizes with his icy eyes. Assailed by his floral scent, to say nothing of the demonesses and fiends, even the likes of Bhumi, Bastet and Silvaz couldn't resist. The bloodthirsty Silvaz, the Talroth-engrossed Bastet, and the stately Bhumi all dropped on their knees, trembling with aching need, moistening cunts and a voracious thirst for Konrad's naked body.
The palpable scent of the thousands of women having preceded them in the past week never startled their minds, unable to win over Konrad's mind-boggling pheromones. Seeing this, Konrad inwardly sighed. As he engaged in debauchery, he could feel the barriers of his bloodline crumble. It wouldn't be long before it reached the Firmament-level. And by the time it did, perhaps even female Overgods couldn't withstand the pressure of his scent for more than a breath of time.
Without a need for his mist and desire flames, Konrad's scent did all the job, making allegiances and thoughts inconsequential as the Infernal Goddesses shot toward him, contesting for the right to get first taste of his empyrean body.
Faster than her peers, Bastet won the race. The goddesses' clothes didn't survive long, torn in booming grunts as they crowded Konrad's form. Meeting the challenge, Konrad assumed his half-chthonian form of a golden-eyed, dark-blue skinned, horned and winged giant whose every step made the world quiver. A multitude of rods and arms grew to sate and pound the craving goddesses. This time, the harvesting carried on for two weeks. Two weeks of relentless moaning, pounding and maddened debauchery. Two weeks at the end of which the ten-thousand Goddesses lay cum-drenched, without an ounce of cultivation, but with empyrean bliss written all over their faces.
Again, Konrad made his choice, this time picking 1,500 from the lot while turning the rest into palace maids. Naturally, the former Primogens were among the chosen ones. Leaving them behind, Konrad stepped toward the final room where his daughter and disciple awaited his visit.
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Room 3: Heide and Cacillia.
Three weeks. It'd been since the arrival of Heide and Cacillia within the mansion. And as expected the two spent their time in dramatically different ways. While Cacillia sat crossed-legged in meditation, cultivating the Law Revolution Creed, Heide studied the lovemaking arts from detailed, disreputable books while pondering what the right outfit should be.
”So, should I go with this peacock mini-dress or belly dancer outfit? I also have a harem slave outfit in mind but that's perhaps...a bit too much.”