Overlord's Harem: Time Off

Taking the suggestion from a few readers, this Overlord is a little different because it doesn't really focus on one girl. There's some more extended scenes than others, but it's mostly checking in on the current cast and what they're up to. I'm thinking I might hold back on him knocking up absolutely everyone so they can get the focus that deserves as it arises, though.

"HAIL, LORDMASTER WILLIAM!" Marcus pumped his fist into a salute that knocked on his hollow skull. "I BRING FINE NEWS ON HIS GLORIOUS DAY UNDER YOUR RULE!"

"Yea, hail yourself," I muttered. "What's the big deal?"

"THE LATEST MEMBER OF YOUR HAREM HAS ARRIVED. WERE YOU PREPARED TO HAVE THEM SATISFY YOU THIS DAY?!"

"Sure. Send them in." Marcus marched up to me and braced his hands on the top of my throne. I stared into his big, beautiful sockets as his shiny white teeth grinned at me forever. Those polished ribs of his looked perfectly chiseled as...

I woke up with a scream. I sat myself up violently enough that Nocutia stirred a moment later next to me. Nocutia woke quickly and already had a knife from somewhere. It was probably the one she kept disguised as her hair clip, for how the white locks tumbled all over her charcoal skin. She calmed down again when she spotted me and slipped the blade off somewhere behind her.

"What's wrong?" she purred, curling up against me with her slick and flawless skin, painted nails running across my chest. "Tormented by the heroes and hundreds others you've killed haunting you in nightmares?"

"What? No, I just had a dream where Marcus tried to seduce me." I said, rolling my eyes. "What gave you that idea?"

Nocutia shrugged. "I hear humans have guilt sometimes. It sounds interesting."

"Sorry to disappoint, but I just blow up people who deserve it." I should mention that getting in my way counts as deserving it in my book. I felt a sudden pressure as something closed around my cock. “It’s a bit early for me, but I like your enthusiasm,” I mused, kissing the dark elf on her ruby lips.

“Ooh, you’re very welcome to try,” Nocutia giggled. She leaned over and whispered into my ear. “But that’s not me down there.” She grins wider at my hesitation before I lift up the blankets. None is there, the greasy goblin with her bed-hair and nightgown holding my cock in her mouth as she smiled up at me. 

"Well if my assassin is sneaking anything into my bed, as least she's cute," I admitted, lowering the blankets to rest on None's neck so she can breathe.

"Did you hear that down there, None?" Nocutia chimed playfully as she starts kissing at my neck. "Our good master is so unsatisfied that he's been dreaming about skeletons."

"I've got it covered!" None chirped, saluting quickly before she latched back onto my dick like a little green leech. Her tight and wet mouth slurped loudly as her huge and chubby breasts push against my legs. It quickly has me moaning as None showed her usual gratitude and desperation for attention the best way she knows how.

"Do not worry, master," Nocutia assured me in a drawn out and praising tone. It contrasted nicely with the rapid and sloppy sucking sounds coming from down by my waist. "We will tend to your needs. We all know that the great, powerful and handsome Lord William is far too much a man to be satisfied by only one woman of any race." She slid out from under the covers, positioned expertly to show off every tempting bit of her dark and lethal femininity.

"You're after something," I told her plainly. She winked back at me as she raised a long and agile leg, bent so that she ended up straddling my face when she was settled.

"It's not often I get to sit on a man who sits on a throne," she confessed. Her purplish black folds are topped by a trim bit of white hair that reminds me of a wisp of smoke. By the looks of it, she shaved it that way to make the best of what parts of her bush were sheared off to tattoo her with the d'ruava character for "slave." Overall, it made her pussy look like some sweet and exotic dessert.

"Then you're lucky I'm in a good mood," I muttered, holding her thighs and urging her the rest of the way down. There were raunchy jokes about dark elves tasting like charcoal, but Nocutia has this faintly sweet and herbal flavor. While the most human-sized of my lovers, her slit remains tight and draws in my tongue the more I use it on her.

It's something refreshing about Nocutia. The drow is confident and theatrical in bed, slipping in dirty talk and always ready with a husky groan or an expert gyration of her hips. Sex and seduction were always a part of training for politicians and harem girls among the dark elves, and she seemed pleased to see what she could do with me when she put it to good use. Every now and then None will hit just the right spot with her greedy mouth and I let out a deep moan. A moment after I do, I'd hear especially high gasps from her as the vibrations of my own pleasure ripple through to her.

"Does None make for a suitable pet, my master?" Nocutia purred as she ground her hips against my face. I mumbled nodded firmly enough to rock her lower body on top of me, and None giggled and smiled around my cock to indicate she got the message. One of the dark elf's arm ran through her white hair, making her back arch and her large breasts stick out farther. The other hand clutched my hair, a move that seemed for her own balance more than her playful domination judging by how she bit her lip.

Her lean body finally shook violently, fluctuating the pitch of her moan as she came against my lips. For how thick and messy the cum from None and Gahren could be, dark elves apparently are a lot lighter about it. Her slit tightened up like it's being modest, but my intruding tongue treats me to her thin and watery juices. Whatever it is about their diet or anatomy, there's literally a sweet flavor like wine in her cum. It's enough of a treat that as None slobbers over my cock and balls, I cum into her mouth. She squeals with delight and dutifully laps up her goddess' cum as I wrap my legs around her head. She's more than happy to snuggle up against my cock while I stroke Nocutia's hips.

"You are very good at this, master," she moans, stroking my face once before I'm released from between her thighs. I lick her thigh for any last drops of her sweet cum as she parts. "Dark goddess of shadows! I missed having a real one once in a while."

"Faked your share before, have you?" I asked as I sat up and pulled Nocutia into my arms. I eased up on my legs to let None go, but she seemed happy enough to bury herself in my balls like a curious dog.

"In my training days? Hell yes. My teachers were experts, though, so at this point I can just cum on command." She snapped her fingers confidently. "Just give me 2 minutes and a dirty thought and I'm good. Never as fun as the real thing, though."

"Accept no substitutes," I say with a smirk. I snap my fingers to give her a quick unseen hand to stroke her slit. She shivers and loses her grip on me, letting me sit up and fetch my pants and a fresh evil-looking cloak from the dresser. "You girls have anything urgent to report?"

"No, sir!" Nocutia sighs as she calms down. "Just an incredible wake-and-mate with my lord."

"Nope!" None chirps as she wiped her mouth.

"Great. I'll send some of the boys out with the word, but let's call off the meeting today. Have a day for yourselves."

"Perfect." The d'ruava smirks as she fishes around the bedsheets for her bra. "I'm going to visit the family. I can't wait to go rub my new position in my sister's face while smelling like overlord sex."

It must have just been a nice day that got me in a good mood. I headed out through the tower to confirm that everyone has their shit together (while only sharing a polite nod with Marcus... just to avoid giving the wrong impression...). Nitka seemed delighted as our resident kobold just retreated to one of the cooler rooms in the basement and... slept. Okay. Good for her.

Baruun was relieved in her own right to avoid the meeting. She wanted permission to hunt, claiming that being a leader was making her too slow and soft. I looked over the big green monster of a woman, but let her go after reminding her that she IS technically pregnant, if she was only barely showing any signs of bulk around her belly. "I will be fine. She will not go hungry. I shall eat whatever I kill," she assured me.

Once breakfast was out of the way, Helga wanted to fool around in the kitchen. The dwarven ex-barmaid knew her way around a dinner table, so she was glad to try a few things with the chef skeletons. She ended up calling me down for some quick bites and then a quickie in one of the corners. The halfling skeletons busied themselves elsewhere as I bent Helga over a counter and took her from behind, enjoying that dwarven endurance for a couple of orgasms each. She may be on the heavy side and she needs that boost to reach the countertop, but it's reward enough to have that special bonus you only seem to get with dwarf sex. I can't think of another race that supports a different swear word for every time you penetrate her.

"Fucking hell, yes! Pound the slag out of me, ye iron-dicked monster of a man! Blast me cunt with all the jizz ye got'n that half-mast tonker o' yours! I'm rackin' boilin' down there, ya shanty-eyed shit! Plum and pill me bearded skite like it's Saint Olaf's Day mornin'!" I'm pretty sure she's making them up by the end when she runs out of real swears. It feels wasteful and a little rude to try to run a translation spell on your partner's dirty talk.

She just plain runs out of words as she babbles and cums over me the second time before I fill her up with some of my own liquid relief. Hilda slides back down, slaps me on the ass, and says "Thanks for that. Now I'm gettin' back to work on teachin' these bags a' bones how to mix a real shot of Dragonbarrel."

I left her to her business, but not before I gave the area a quick swipe with a cleaning spell. I may be a tyrant, but I'm not a monster.

None had taken the little holiday to go commune with the earth: I heard the busty little goblin squealing outside as she splashed around naked in a puddle of mud. Checking in on Nitka found her gnawing on a few small gems in her room, so I left it at that. It just left Gahren, and I found the burly bovine in her space around the dungeon. She had already taken a short morning walk, still weaning off her nomadic lifestyle. The minotaurs had been used to moving around to harvest and hunt for generations, and they apparently felt like being able to trade for their goods was practically spoiling them.

"They're looking healthy and prosperous thanks to you," Gahren said fondly. "Though speaking of..." Her ears flick in a way that I've picked up to mean she's being subtly flirty. I nod and fetch one of the clean buckets we've been leaving for either of us when she needs her milkings.

"If it means I have a dozen minotaur warriors on call, it feels like a fair price. Even an orc knows to give them plenty of space on the battlefield." Gahren moved to all fours, her thick arms and shaggy legs as impressively sturdy as ever. I take her breasts on either side, rubbing and warming up the massive mammaries of what the minotaurs had thought to be useless breasts. Her ears droop flat against her hair as she mutters a few soft moos and gets into the mood.

It's something we've gone through every few days. It sounds like minotaurs will produce milk all their lives once they start, and there's not much to stop it from building up. She can milk herself of course, but I've dealt with cowards and traitors enough. I aim to reward those who stay loyal to me, even if that means a little farm work.

I could use a spell to cut off her production, but that would mean missing out on the best provider of fresh milk in my whole territory. I could also use some simple telekinesis for the old Phantom Hands spell to milk her, but then I wouldn't get my handfuls of the biggest teats in the castle. I could probably do it in her sleep to make it easier, but she wouldn't get into the docile and horny mood she always did...

It's why I've started to position myself in front of her. It's easier to reach her breasts from there so I can ensure it all hits the pail. I also get to watch that beautiful look on her face. It's a little embarrassed but obviously happy. A little sleepy as her ancient instincts tell her to stay still while her life-giving milk is drained out for her young. She said my hands can remind her of little mouths on her breasts suckling away at her, which is probably just when I brush and pull on her nipples.

She was soon leaking into the buckets, which I left out for the skeletons to lug up later. I didn't bother to call for them too quickly, because like I said... she gets very instinctual when she's being milked. I'm just past the first bucket when I guess my cloak went at just the right angle for her. Gahren pressed her face into my crotch, licking at my pants in this very simple but affective way. I slid my pants down before she could ruin them with her thick spit and hand-sized tongue, which seems to suit her even better still. She opened her mouth and returned the favor by starting to milk me while I handled her tits.

"What a useful girl you are," I praised gently. I spared one hand from her chest to stroke her head as it tended to my cock. "So strong, healthy, useful... very worthy. Very valuable." Minotaur sweet talk is a little strange, but we've worked out that the best is encouraging her whole super-tribal mindset. She's past any crying or visible self esteem issues after avoiding her near-execution, but apparently simple, practical praise does her a lot of good. Especially when she's in her cattle mindset like this.

I grunted as the simple talk about her worth made her suck and lick even harder. She started to create a second puddle as her drool starts to drip off my cock and her lips to pile up on the dungeon floor. I end up having to brace a hand on her horn, but her sturdy build doesn't even budge from my added weight. She definitely doesn't let up on her sucking, her large mouth taking in my cock and balls entirely before I climax inside her. The oversized scavenger drinks up every drop and sucks some more until I try to ease her back. Her mouth opened dimly and she let my soaking wet cock pull back out while I get back to finishing her milking.

"Thank you," she mumbles softly.

"No, thank you," I replied just as simply. I'm not exactly the sharpest thinker myself seconds after I've lost my third load of the morning. When I'm done groping the drink out of her, I was content to just relax in the cool and refurbished dungeon with her for a while.

"LORD WILLIAM THE WISE! I COME BEARING NEWS!"

"Offff course he does," I sighed. Gahren giggled as Marcus came stomping down the steps and tried to salute. He was tall enough that his gauntletted fist clanged off the ceiling.

"I COME WITH WORD FROM THE GUILD OF GNOMES! THEY SEND REPORTS OF AN INCOMING DANGER THEY FOUND ON THEIR FANCIFUL MACHINES AND ARCANE MATHEMAGICS!" I nod, not expecting hiim to understand numbers or machinery. Even when he was alive, he was a bit of a... Marcus.

"Great..." I rub the bridge of my nose and stand back up. So much for the day off. "Where am I heading, Marcus?"

"GUILDMISTRESS YULENA WILL BE EXPECTING YOU AT 1PM TOMORROW AFTERNOON, SIR!" Another failed salute.

"Tomorrow... Marcus, just how terrible is this danger again?"

"TERRIBLY SO, SIR! AND THREE DAYS AWAY BY THEIR LATEST REPORTS!" Marcus looked up at the ceiling in thought for a moment, then reached into his breastplate to pull out a long scrap of paper like some enormous receipt. "ERR... POSSIBLY LONGER. IT ALL DEPENDS HOW OFTEN THE DRAGON PLANS ON SLEEPING."

So a gnomish guild MISTRESS, a dragon, and I get to keep my day off. NOW I'm interested.