Last time...

You got trapped as a ghost, almost died again, met some spirits of the people you killed and decided to be cordial to them.

You changed your [Custom Special] from Laevantein to Admiral's Cap.

Then you talked with Bertha, your warrioress, and Herta, the Goddess of Artifice, about the details concerning your wedding with an elvish princess named Aila.

Finally, you decided to have an actual wedding with the Herta, better known as the Goddess of Creation Herself.

Now, back to where we left off...

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"Bertha, can you make a wedding dress for Herta?" You ask your warrioress.

You decided to make your cute goddess happy.

"Huh?" Bertha blinked. A few seconds passed. "Oh! I sure can, Master!"

A beat of silence.

"..." Herta didn't reply first. "Does that mean-"

"Yeah," You smiled at her "It does."

Another small silence followed.

This one was interrupted by a shout of joy from Herta. "Yes... YES!!!! FINALLY!!!"

Said goddess suddenly wrapped you in a hug. Her lips met yours in what was less of a kiss and more of a collision.

"Herta-" Your words went unheeded as she continued to make out with you.

"Finally!" She repeated, not as loud, but you suspect that was mostly thanks to the fact her kissing you didn't allow her to be as loud. "Thank you, thankyouthankyou!!! I love you so much, Master!"

You weren't too surprised by her reaction. It almost felt like it was a long time coming.

Hoping to calm her down, you scold, grope and harass your goddess. Unsurprisingly this only served to excite her, but you didn't let up. Herta's flurry of kisses only ceased after your palm gave her a sharp slap to her rump.

"Kyaaah!!!"

"Who gave you the right to be so bold?" Your take her face in your hands and squish her cheeks, forcing her gaze to meet your eyes. "Just be grateful I'm willing to marry a pervert like you."

"Aaah... Master is going to punish me so much for being such a dumb and stupid idiot~" Her eyes donned heart-shaped pupils, a perverse smile growing on her as she muttered about her fantasies.

"Uh, Master?" Bertha speaks up again. "Should I go? It looks like-"

"Master is going to punish me~" Herta interrupted in singsong, a bead of drool slowly dripping from her mouth.

"Not yet," You reply to your warrioress. "We still have a few things to discuss."

Herta could be a bit much sometimes. But you couldn't help but love her, rough edges and all.

Despite your words and reassurances, any semblance of the previous conversation was nearly forgotten about as Herta continued to whisper about your 'punishments' and subsequent 'cruelty'.

"Master," Bertha said in a half-whisper, "Is it just me or is Herta acting strange?"

You take a glance at the goddess who was happily squirming in your grasp, lost in her own little world, then gaze at Bertha again. "This is pretty mild for her standards."

"I mean, yeah." Bertha conceded. "But, like, she never actually got jealous of you getting slave-wives? And now she's like, totally jealous of Aila and stuff?"

"She isn't." You said. At the very least, you were pretty sure Herta wasn't jealous of Aila. Rather, the problem lay with goddess your elf served... "If Herta was jealous of Aila we'd never hear the end of it."

"Hmm... Okay!" Bertha nodded, easily accepting your answer. "You know your wives better than I do, stud."

It wasn't like there was nothing to think about though. Herta didn't like to talk about her family, her sister Artemia was a sensitive topic for Herta due to unknown reasons.

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Having an emotionally distant and often antagonistic family wasn't foreign to you, so you could sympathize with your slave-goddess. But remembering Herta's frown when she saw your awed reaction to Aila's wedding dress...

Was this really anything to be concerned over? Probably not. You'd talk with her about it after your wedding with her, maybe. Either way you decided you'd keep an eye on her just in case. Not that Herta would complain about your attention; in fact you suspected she'd enjoy it, seeing how she kept you company whenever possible and followed you around like a lost puppy.

"Master's warmth~" Herta sighed with clear contentedness in her voice before burying her face closer to your body.

"Don't forget Master's scent!" Bertha added cheerfully.

"Yesh! It'sh the besht!" Herta agreed.

Yeah, your goddess wasn't the jealous type. She never worried about how many wives you had or what her standing was in the hierarchy. In fact, Herta was willing to pressure you into taking in as many 'pretty ladies' as your slave-wives as possible when the opportunity was there. This wasn't even mentioning how apathetic or ignorant she was of Ruby's schemes to take the position of first-wife away from her (much to the irritation of said mastermind).

Who knows, maybe your dumb goddess was actually beginning to care about her position as your most important slave-wife. She was certainly making an effort to get closer with you with each passing day, almost to the point of clinginess. Hell if even Bertha noticed that Herta's actions were a little strange, then it might be a real possibility.

But it was just as likely that Herta's pregnant state that made her desire your presence more. At least, that's what you gathered when a certain harpy doctor and your fluffy-tailed brother in-law spoke of their experiences with their own pregnant wives.

Either way your gut instinct told you not to worry about it for now.

Conversation somehow got back on track with Herta eventually composing herself enough to participate again. Discussion went to the things they'd cook for you in the weddings you'd have. Despite Bertha's conversation with Aila about such events, she still had some lingering questions about how weddings were done; questions that were happily answered by your and Herta.

"Weddings are common in Master's old world." Herta said.

"Are you from that world?" Bertha asked. "Where you ever married? Is that how you know what a wedding is?"

"No to all three of those questions." Herta replied.

"Then how-"

"Most deities in the Heavenly Realm know what a wedding is."

"Okay." Bertha nodded. "Since most gods know, does that mean that most gods are elves or dwarves? Are you an elf?" Bertha said. "Cause I thought the Goddess of Artifice was supposed to be humanity's caretaker or whatever?"

"What?" Herta said in confusion. "I'm not a mortal and I'm sure as heck than I'm not an elf. Also I don't remember signing into looking over any specific species..."

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"But elves also live forever? So it'd make sense if you-" Bertha began.

"They don't live forever. Again, I'm not an elf." Herta cut her off. "They just live for a really, really long time. But not forever."

"How long are we talking?" You asked.

"At least tens of thousands of years worth." Herta answered.

"So like fairies?" Bertha said.

"No. Fae actually live forever." Herta said. "Probably. I'm not actually sure?"

"And what about-" Bertha tried to continue on this line of conversation.

"I thought we were talking about Master's wedding." Herta said, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.

And that was how the discussion went. Thankfully they both had subjects like dresses, food and fashion to fall back on. Sometime after things calmed down you were able to peel Herta off of you.

After going over a few more things you began to flirt with your two slaves, teasing them enough to make them giggle. Bertha, taking the advantage, stepped forward and started kissing you.

"...and the cake will have to have at least three layers and- hey!" Herta, still talking after you'd spend the better part of five minutes to 'appreciating' Bertha, realized that she was being ignored. "What the heck! Master, are you really doing it with her right now?!"

"Yeah, I am." You look at her. "What about it?"

"Ah, uh," Herta fidgeted "Master, I'd like some attention too..." She pouted.

"You greedy goddess." You chide her. "You already had your turn."

Herta made a sad noise and began to pout. You sighed.

"Who said you were gonna just laze around?" You decided to throw her a bone, giving her an imperious look.

"Master~!" She beamed, getting on her knees. "Making a powerful goddess like me get on the floor only so that she could please your body with her filthy mouth~!"

Bertha didn't say a word, so distracted was she with your kiss.

Having so many beautiful wives that desired you really was the best.

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Some days and some preparations later, you and Herta were finally getting wed.

Not that you weren't both already married. This was more a symbolic gesture that was almost seen as a 'test wedding' before your officialized marriage with Aila, not that anyone would say that to Herta's face. Though this was clearly considered a strange novelty to all of your human wives. They didn't hate the event, but it was odd in their eyes.

This would prove to be the first of many weddings you would have.

Herta was more than happy to finish up her work with the dam, even going as far as to ensure that the basis for a hydroelectric power source would be available despite how inefficient it currently was. You'd even allowed Herta to boast more than usual as a reward.

And boast she did, rubbing it in everyone's faces almost unchecked. Thankfully she calmed down on her own.

Besides that it was all business as usual. Save for the increase in certain responsibilities, which took some getting used to for some of your wives, all in all everything was going smoothly.

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A few of your wives feared that the wedding preparations would bite into everyone's schedules. While the flood of activity came as a surprise to your goddess, you personally were half-expecting something like this. But any concerns were in vain mostly thanks to the organizing efforts Gerty had in place as well as Ruby's established optimizations in the mansion (which seemed small at first, but proved to add up when combined), as well as the small improvements to everyone's qualities of life like the elevator Herta made or the automation. You were especially happy of your previous decision to make Gerty your secretary; nothing was behind schedule and everything was accounted for.

Your appreciation for Ruby's intellect and Gerty's organization skills wasn't unfounded. And even Herta herself deserved the praise.

But they weren't the only ones that helped out. Everyone's efforts brought you to this conclusion — an outdoor wedding reception near Herta's Haven.

Despite the cold weather, the sting of frost was quelled by the useful warming magic in the air placed beforehand by the more magically inclined of your slave-wives.

Many clankers patrolled the area in preparation of any attacks. While you were pretty certain that there was hardly anything that could penetrate your defenses, and honestly the likelihood of any trouble was unrealistic, you knew for a fact that wedding-crashing was a cliche.

Hell even worrying about it might've already jinxed things.

Close to their combat-ready cousins, the construction clankers, along with the few mechanical sappers that were still outfitted with trenching tools and the like, had finished the process of building a wooden platform with a slight elevation from the earth all done under Gerty's supervision. Upon this semi-wooden pallet, your Holy Knight made Holy Secretary (and now Holy 'Priestess', though only by name and technicality and not action) acted as the officiator of the wedding.

Above, an arc of vines and blue flowers served as a natural ceiling, but not without letting rays of light pass through them.

The entire wedding set revolved around the idea of bringing the spotlight to you and your slave-bride.

The Holy Sanctuary was adorned with images of blue butterflies, blue ribbons, blue paper hearts, blue linings and other blue things, all with golden accents. Even Herta's statue and the fountain were decorated with a few accessories.

Herta seemed to have gone a bit overboard with all the symbolism that represented your union with the Goddess of Artifice, almost littered around the place as it was. But it all ended up looking aesthetically nice so you weren't complaining.

Sure there was evidence of rushing through things, but none of your wives save Mel seemed to notice, much less care.

In the end all of it served as an idyllic backdrop to the main event.

Gerty was wielding a holy scroll, standing on the center of the platform, patiently waiting for you and Herta to arrive.

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That almost ever-present expression of noble duty had settled on Gerty's face, gaining confidence after getting a pep talk from you in private. Being the closest thing to a priest naturally made her a wedding officiant; though she was initially unsure if she should accept what she thought was a honor, you were able to get through to her. If one payed attention, her lack of knowledge when it came to this apparently non-human tradition was evident. Still she carried herself with dignity and a confidence you were certain she wasn't truly feeling.

Nonetheless the flickers of excitement in her eyes and her nearly stoic enthusiasm, as she made her best attempt to gain approval under your scrutiny, more than made up for how much knowledge she lacked.

In the back, lined by the edges between the clearing and the forest, would be the tables and the trays of food made by Bertha. While impressive, this was dwarfed by a frankly massive wedding cake that was laboriously prepared by the Goddess Herself.

Unlike what was standard in what you knew of weddings, the seating wasn't divided between relatives, friends and acquaintances; rather, there was only one united area, meant to seat you and your wives. It would be a unnecessary to add anything else given that there were less than a dozen people attending.

While some might consider it a little empty, you personally preferred the more private nature of the event. The weddings you'd witnessed other people have in your old world were objectively worse in every way, anyway.

You remembered the last wedding you were invited to back in your old world...

You were proud to say that your marriage with this cute goddess was shaping up to be the best wedding you'd ever personally witnessed.

Speaking of Herta, you knew she had hidden herself through the use of the magical figments she could control. It might sound a bit redundant (since you'd heard what bridal 'dress' of the goddess looked like thanks to slip-up by Mel) the small tradition wasn't broken.

While many might feel nervous or get butterflies at the thought of marrying a literal goddess like Herta, you only felt a surge of confidence and familiarity. You knew Herta, you knew how she acted, what type of person she was, her likes and dislikes, her many fetishes, and so on and so forth. Even though it hasn't been more than a few months since you'd known each other, you could without a doubt say that she was the closest person to you. Your lover and best friend, though the latter made you feel a little sad for a reason you couldn't quite understand.

Well whatever, it probably wasn't important. Not compared to the first time you were gonna get married. You'd have to get used to it, since you were sure the others would want to marry you as well.

Just the image of all of your wives wearing their wedding dresses for you...

Quickly dismissing those thoughts from your head, you saw Herta manipulate some small illusory figments to reveal herself near her own statue.

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The large stone idol loomed with dignity behind her as she walked towards you, a stark contrast to the actual goddess' true appearance.

What Herta was dressed in would be considered an outrage in your old world: Scantily clad, clinging onto her body and accentuating her curves. Dressed in pure white, with laces and frills and fully visible garter belt, if you didn't know better you'd think she'd forgotten her actual clothes. As she strut towards you, her hips swaying, you could see the coy smile through the transparent veil covering her face. Both veil and expression did little to hide the nervous happiness in her face. Despite it all, her clothes somehow emphasized her elegance, devotion and purity. You were half sure that some strong witchcraft was used to make the latter and the former were noted.

While it was clear that Herta had the final say in what she was going to wear, given what she was wearing, you were certain that Bertha at the very least designed the 'wedding dress' in a way that would make her look nice and not like she just came out of the streets (though Herta was perverse enough to get a thrill from being shown off as your personal whore).

The clothes, by themselves eye-catching in an unconventional way, still didn't compare with Herta's actual state. She showed off her noticeably swollen belly with pride, smug with the fact you had given her twins.

Honestly it almost made your feel like you were taking responsibility for a chick you knocked up.

Anyway, to top it all off, the Goddess of Artifice presented you with the end of her leash. You grasped it and gave it a small tug, causing a happy noise to come out of her mouth as you forced her closer to you.

Before moving on with the ceremony you glanced around the place, fully expecting someone or something to come crashing down about now and ruin the event.

But nothing happened.

After a few seconds Gerty cleared her throat and began to speak.

"We are gathered today, under this cloudless sky, as witnesses to confirm the union between our Master and the Goddess of Artifice. May she bless this union between herself and her Master, forever submitting under him."

Yeah, the wedding vows were weird and fetishy. But with Herta setting up the universe's rules and common sense, this sort of stuff was expected.

"Lord John Doe, do you take Herta as your slave-bride, lovingly having and controlling her, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, as her Master-husband, for the rest of your lives?"

"I do." You said calmly.

"Herta, do you submit to John Doe as your Master-husband, lovingly obeying his words and devoting your body to him, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, as his slave-wife, for the rest of your lives?"

"I- I do." Herta gulped, her breathing getting ragged as she stared at you.

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Yumi comes along with the rings you both had, levitating the pillow they were on with her telekinesis. Honestly it was a bit redundant since these were the same rings you gave her, but you still put her finger through the ring as a symbolic gesture, and she yours.

"In that case," Gerty clears her throat "Lord Doe, you may-"

Before she finishes her words you lift up Herta's veil and kiss the goddess.

It wasn't a chaste kiss, not by a long shot but one that was deep and filled with lust. Passionate enough that the people back in your old world would be uncomfortable if this was a real wedding, but everyone present had already witnessed you and Herta do much worse with each other. In the background you could hear some cheers and applause.

"Master," Herta panted out after the kiss was broken "I feel so happy I think I'll go crazy."

"You mean all this time you've been sane?" You smile at her, getting a girlish giggle out of her.

You decide to look around again, searching for anything that might even remotely get in the way of your wedding. But other than the cheering and the words of encouragement from your slaves, nothing was happening.

Maybe this would be one of those slice of life moments where nothing happened and-

As if in reply to that thought an explosion could be heard— and the wedding cake bursted open every which way, covering the small crowd of you in cake. You heard a nearly incoherent Ruby yell out in outrage about how dirty she just got.

This is what I get for tempting fate you thought to yourself. Thankfully you saw your wives immediately go into battle-mode; it was always impressive to see how inhumanly quick they were when reacting to a potential threat.

"Ugh-! *cough* I told you this wasn't a good idea, cuz! We should've just greeted the Savant at the door like normal people!" A short, uniformed woman with pointy ears shouted from the remains of the now ruined cake. She, alongside her compatriot (and likely family member, if their similar looks don't deceive) had some vaguely familiar faces. You felt like you saw them some time ago in Centria.

"This is a Savant Lord weren't talkin' about." Another woman like her rose up alongside her, caked in cake. "They always like the dramatic flair."

"Whatever. I mean where even are-" Said woman didn't manage to eke out another word before getting knocked out by Bertha's [Custom Special] energy punch. The woman next to her, similar to her in appearance, widened her eyes in shock.

The second woman took her friend, took cover, and swore under her breath. She set up a Barrier Shield around her and her kin. All of this done under a second.

To your legitimate surprise, her shield actually seemed to defend well against the multiple attacks mounted by your wives and the bullets from the clankers.

"Fuckin' hell, stop! This isn't and inva-" You heard the uniformed woman grunt as she pumped the shield with more of her mana to fend off the attacks against her.

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Glancing between you all, she raised her hands in surrender and cleared her throat "Parlay! Parlay! We don't want a bloody fight! My Master just wants to talk with Lord John Doe about-!"

"Wedding crashers!" Herta nearly snarled as she prepared to attack "Get out of here!" She conjured a dark cloud to appear above the small woman, lighting promptly coming out of it and striking against the midget's magical shield. The woman visibly strained against the electricity's power, nearly screaming out in pain.

"What the blazes was Master thinking, trying diplomacy with a Savant!?" She shouted afterwards. "Screw it, I'll take Master's punishment. This job isn't worth making my children motherless." You heard her mutter before she took out a couple of recall potions, forcing down the liquid into her unconscious relative's throat and drinking from the other potion herself. Two small blips of light later and they were gone.

A few seconds of silence descended upon Sanctuary.

"And that's what happens to those that dare interrupt Master's wedding!" Herta exclaimed, puffing up her chest with pride.

"Herta, why did you do that?" You sighed.

"Why did I do what?" Herta tilted her head at you in confusion.

"Allow me to explain, Master," Ruby said, and then spoke without you prompting her "Had we deigned to accept their capitulation and diplomacy we would now have an explanation to what just transpired. Perhaps those women would even make a good ransom or leverage against any that care for their safety."

"They merely wished to speak." Ayane said, her words far more reasonable. "We should've engaged with them diplomatically, at least initially. I am certain it was simply a series of misfortunes that led them to end up ruining the cake."

"You sound like you're been through this before." Mel said.

"I had a misadventure with a recall potion when attempting to attend Aneko's twelfth birthday." Ayane smiled.

"You'll have to share that story with me later, love." You said to you vixen wife, getting an 'I would love to, Master' from her in reply "That aside I feel like I've seen those girls before." You noted aloud.

"Likewise, Sir." Gerty replied stiffly, squinting at where the place the two women teleported from.

"That's cause they're the same mercenaries that sold weapons to Forthwythe." Mel said with a frown. Gerty bristled at the revelation.

"Bloody hell," Cattleya meowed in aggravation "Don't tell me we're gonna have to deal with the other fat bastard while we're trying to save my old man."

"Unlikely." Ruby said calmly.

"Indeed." Ayane agreed. "I'd even assume these mercenaries are now independent from Forthwythe, were I more optimistic."

"Another reason to wait instead of attack on sight." Ruby gave Herta a sharp side-glance. Herta for her part didn't react "They might've imparted something of import concerning Riverdale."

"How do you expect them to tell secrets of their past contractors?" Ayane asked.

"Through bribes or torture." Ruby commented idly.

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"Ah, it's generally not a good idea to attack people that raise their hands in surrender." Mel agreed with Ruby, which was a rare sight. Still, she glanced at the mastermind disapprovingly before speaking again. "But that doesn't mean torture would be a good idea to try out. I mean, they had recall potions at the ready, and from the looks of it they had enchanted weapons and an artifact."

"I could've dispatched of her quietly if she attempted anything." Ruby said with a shrug. She was likely referring to how her Rogue's Grace ability could insta-kill someone that was distracted and not paying attention to her, though you knew for a fact that Ruby couldn't really use the ability without deep concentration.

"Ahem. Aren't we forgetting something?" Herta said, annoyance dripping from her tone. "This is the day when everyone should be acknowledging how smart I am and beautiful I look! Look at me, I'm Master's perfect slave-bride!"

"Ah, sorry!" Mel apologizes, more out of habit than anything else.

Morale is regained after a few chuckles are had at Herta's outburst. Most of the mess is cleaned up. There is some lamenting about the cake being ruined, but enough was spared that everyone could have at least a few bites of the stuff.

Soon enough the festivity returned. Or at least it attempted to, before Herta decided to throw the bouquet of flowers.

Your goddess turned her back to everyone, then threw the bouquet towards where your other wives were now standing. They all parted and let it fall to the ground.

A few seconds of silence were shared between you all.

"The bloody hell was that about?" Cattleya asked.

"I think we're supposed to avoid it and plant some flowers wherever it lands." Mel guessed. "It's a marriage tradition dwarves had. Though it hasn't been practiced in centuries."

"Wait-" Bertha swerved to look at the goddess "Are you a dwar-"

"No." Herta replied.

"Didn't Herta explained this to you guys?" You asked.

You all look Herta.

"I forgot." The goddess in question admitted.

A chorus of groans, sighs, and head shakes accompany her reply.

"So, we're 'sposed to pick out the flowers from the place it lands and plant them?" Bertha asked.

"Nope! You're all supposed to try and catch it before it hits the ground." Herta said. "The one that grabbed it first is the winner and gets to keep it."

"It's supposed to bring good luck." You finished.

Ayane swiped up the flowers the very moment those words came out of your mouth.

"I don't recall any wedding tradition that does that." Ruby mused. "The closest would be that dwarvish tradition Mel described."

"Not surprised you wouldn't know since it's a human wedding tradition from Master's old world." Herta said. Those words seemed to prompt curiosity about you, and you answered the questions your more curious wives had, so long as they weren't too prying that is.

After that, the wedding regained a sense of tranquility as conversations began to rise and fall once around you.

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Yumi and Ayane were talking about how sea travel in Oceanippon and the world has changed over the years, though the rest were also talking about random topics. While the rest were engaging in smalltalk, there was one exception:

You found your warrioress sitting on a chair alone, pouting as she checked her hammer.

"How are you doing, Bertha?" You asked, approaching and sitting on a chair next to her. "You look annoyed."

"That's 'cause I am annoyed." Bertha huffed. "I spent so much time and effort making a good cake and we couldn't even enjoy it! On top of that I tried to make the perfect dress but, like, your bride didn't even want to wear it! Like, I had to pull some crazy last minute sewing stuff to make her undies look totally presentable!"

"The cake couldn't be helped, but as for the other thing..." You glance at Herta and catch the tail end of what she was talking about.

"Like I said, I'm not just Herta anymore!" Your goddess said proudly "My name is Mrs. Herta Doe!"

"You'll have Master-sama's last name?" Yumi asked.

"It's not unheard of." Ayane said.

"Yeah! Just the thought of Master's name forcing itself on mine..." She began to pant "To think, Master isn't stopping with turning my body into his plaything, he's violating my very name!" And now she was moaning at the idea of you 'violating' her so thoroughly that it went beyond levels of human comprehension.

Yeah, you loved that pervert.

"...That's just her way of doing things." You defended.

"I know that. And I'd get it if my sewing wasn't worthy of a Goddess or something, but the way she just threw it aside in front of me after telling me to make a dress and then deciding to go out in her underwear... it sort of ticks me off!" Bertha grumbled.

"Huh, is that what she did? I'll give her a good scolding later." You said, mentally looking forward to humbling Herta a little. Herta might even be thrilled at the idea. "I'll remind her to be more considerate."

"For real?" Bertha asked.

"For real." You replied.

"And I don't even have to worry about you throwing me away..." Bertha seemed to recall something.

"There's no way I'd let you go, Bertha." You said seriously. "I know I've said this before, but it's such a waste that people didn't see your potential because of your Class."

"Sheesh, Master," Bertha smiled "I might seriously get obsessed over you if you keep this up, you know~?"

And with that you and Bertha went to talk with the others.

Some time passed, the small disturbance slowly teetering out with how boringly peaceful the wedding was in comparison. To remedy this you took your slave-bride in the BoatMech and went out to sea. Herta didn't seem to mind too much, seeing it as you 'using your strength to forcefully kidnap and have your way with beautiful goddess like me!' after you left your other wives to clean things up.

This left you to speak with Herta alone for a bit. You were both standing on the deck of the BoatMech's boat half.

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"Haaah~" Herta muttered to herself happily, wind blowing through her hair "No longer just Herta, but Mrs. Herta Doe~! Even my name wasn't spared! My poor, innocent name was defiled and forced into submitting to a mere human surname~"

Right, she was still going on about that. And you sort of wanted to punish her for being a jerk to Bertha... and her behavior today has been pretty bad, all things considered.

"I'm glad to see you doing so well, dear." You said with a smirk.

Herta's smile began to fade as she processed your words.

"What's wrong, darling?" You emphasized. "Are you not feeling comfortable enough? If anything hurts, just tell me. I'll make sure you're comfortable." You couldn't help but show the grin in your voice.

"Master..." She began to frown. "You know I don't like it when you're nice to me. And even if I'm in a good mood cause it's our wedding night and you're taking me out on a cruse, that doesn't mean you- AAH~!" She jolted after you suddenly spanked her.

"So you're gonna be like that?" You tsk at her with false anger. "And here I was, thinking that you were starting to learn. But it seems like it's your destiny to be my personal sow for the rest of your life."

"Master, you brute! Taking a goddess like me and- KYAAA~!" Another sharp slap against her rump caused another one of her moans to accompany it.

You began to get yourself closer to her, inch by inch. The color in her face grew a deeper shade of red as you approached. She puckered out her lips, expecting a kiss from you.

You pinched her face's cheeks and flicked her nose.

"Ow!" Herta looked perturbed. "Master, what the heck!"

"That's what you get for getting too full of yourself." You said.

"Owie." Herta rubbed her cheeks before giving your a side glace, eyes filled with desire.

You sigh.

Well, it is your wedding night with her. You could afford to indulge her a bit.

"You're getting punished for being a dumb jerk and an idiot." You groped her butt. "And you know what 'punishment' means, don't you?"

"Oooh~" She smiled.

And from there things escalated. You felt like the BoatMech's deck was gonna need a deep clean soon.

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"Hah, Master," Herta sighed contentedly "You really are a brute~"

Last night had become a blur of lovemaking between you and the goddess, with you making Herta's body sport enough hickeys and slap marks to make her look like she came out of a scuffle.

You'd both somehow managed to return home in your love-addled states.

"What did you expect?" You said haughtily. "For such a goddess like you, you're a natural slave. It's like you were destined for this type of thing, Herta."

"Heh, yeah." She happily agreed, seeing your words as a compliment. "It's only natural that you'd fall for a superior goddess like me." She even matched your haughtiness. "I bet you wouldn't even bat an eye if Artemia or her dumb elvish sycophants came by!"

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Right, now was as good of a chance as any to talk with her about this than let it bite you in the ass.

"Hey, do you have a problem with Aila?" You decided to go for the jugular. "If you do, just tell me."

"Hm?" Herta looked genuinely confused. "Why would I have a problem with her?"

"Considering she worships Artemia and all of that, which I figured might be an issue for you. Or at least with the attention I'm going to be giving her after she begins to live here."

"Eh, I don't mind it if others worship that nerd so long as they don't say that she's better than me to my face." Herta shrugged, before giving you grin "And there's no way I'd be against you knocking up some high-elf lady, Master. Heck, I was the one that brought her to you! I gave her a Holy Vision so that she would find you and become a nanny for our kids, remember?"

"And you're not having second thoughts about that? No jealousy?"

"Jealousy?" Herta blinked, a retort already her lips. But she became silent and, after a few rare moments of introspection, continued "I mean... not really? I just wanna be what you said I was: The crown jewel in your harem. I'm starting to... like the idea of you paying attention to me the most..." She gave you a bashful look. "Don't get me wrong. I still wanna be stepped on and slapped around by you. I want to keep being a walking, talking, swollen womb that's used only for your personal use; that's still my favorite thing, you know!"

"Come on, you know you like it when I'm being affectionate with you, darling~" You said, making her pout.

"This again? I keep telling you that calling me 'darling' and stuff is a real turn off-" She tried to keep complaining, but you cut her off with a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss that lasted for far longer than either you could hold. Despite this, only she was the one panting for and gasping for air after you were finished with her.

"Still against me calling you darling?" You barely managed to say without gasping for breath.

"T-that's not fair!" She pouted even harder.

"That's not a no." You said with a shit eating grin.

"That's- I mean-" She got flustered— another rare thing that you happily drank in. "Gah- you're confusing me!"

You had a small laugh at her expense.

"But back to your question," She said after gaining some of her composure back "In the end of the day you're my Master-husband, the only one that I love — whom I've devoted everything to... so of course seeing you to claim all the pretty ladies until they're yours and yours alone is great! I'll cheer for you as you have your way with them, even if my entire body aches from your abuse and I'm filled to the brim with your love! Even if you to bully me until my very name becomes synonymous with being your property, and... and... and everything you've done to me is so amazing, Master~" A perverted smile crawled onto her face as her eyes went half-lidded.

Seems like your gut was right and Herta was her usual self.

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"But if you want to indulge a mere breeding sow like me..." Herta continued with a smirk. "My advise is that you should make Aila realize how wonderful it is to take your punishments, Master. You'd easily make her forget about her stupid nerd goddess with how great of a lover you are. Don't worry, Master, I'll cheer you on the entire way~"

You blink a few times and frown. "You know she's fragile, Herta. She might not be able to handle the sort of stuff I can do to you."

"I just have a feeling that she'd like you taking a more assertive role with her." Herta said.

"She might be shy, but, again, that doesn't mean she can handle the stuff I do to you- wait, are you teasing me?"

"Maaaybe~?" Herta stuck out her tongue.

Now that just wouldn't do.

Though on the other hand, while you could easily distract Herta for long enough to make her stop caring about what you do with Aila, a part of you wondered if there was any merit to what she was saying...

>"Either way let's put a rain check on that. I'm not done with you yet." You said before kissing her again. (You'll talk with Aila and Herta, revealing Herta's status as the Goddess of Artifice to your elf wife).
>"Maybe there's some good ideas in that empty head of yours." You said, recalling that cliche about how elves loved being chained and collared. (You'll try to gradually turn Aila away from the Goddess of Knowledge, Artemia)
>"Who are you to tell me what to do?" You tease her back, flicking her nose with a finger. (You'll kick this can down the road and not bother getting Aila up to speed or indulging Herta's fetishes, only intervening if things grow dire between them or if you change your mind later for whatever reason)
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>>6357976
>>"Either way let's put a rain check on that. I'm not done with you yet." You said before kissing her again. (You'll talk with Aila and Herta, revealing Herta's status as the Goddess of Artifice to your elf wife).

I dont really see I reason to actively try turn Aila.

Shame about that wedding cake and that it was destroyed. But how unlucky they were are sure their recall potion worked correctly

Welcome back. I think that's the first time I've seen an update get cut off by falling off the board.
>>6357976
Fair reaction to having your wedding crashed by strangers infiltrating your food. We'll have to track them down next time we're in Centris.
>"Either way let's put a rain check on that. I'm not done with you yet." You said before kissing her again. (You'll talk with Aila and Herta, revealing Herta's status as the Goddess of Artifice to your elf wife).
There's no reason to keep Aila out of the loop and, as sheltered as she might be, she's sharp enough to catch on herself eventually.
While I have no doubt she'd also like to be firmly led by us and share in the joy of bearing children, I'd rather be gentle and keep her away from Herta's other habits as the cute elf we know.

Welcome back QM

>>6357834
>Your lover and best friend, though the latter made you feel a little sad for a reason you couldn't quite understand.
Herta is Johns first friend

>>6357976
>"Either way let's put a rain check on that. I'm not done with you yet." You said before kissing her again. (You'll talk with Aila and Herta, revealing Herta's status as the Goddess of Artifice to your elf wife).
Herta and Gerty have that archetype on lock we don’t really need more.

>>6358101
>and best friend, though the latter made you feel a little sad for a reason you couldn't quite understand.
Maybe it's guilt for having forced their bond at the start