Building harem town 6, p.1
Building Harem Town 6, page 1
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Chapter 1
The journey back to my convent from the enchanted forest of the north was filled with high energy and excitement. After destroying the young god Luke, I felt unstoppable, and my followers seemed to be in just as good of a mood as I was.
Weeks ago I had woken up as a god in a land full of magic and fantastical creatures, and I had achieved things I never would have dreamed possible. I had already built an unstoppable army and performed miracles only a powerful god was capable of. My people worshipped me as their fearless but loving leader, and my land had more than doubled now that I ruled over the deep northern forest.
The beings of the forest had been prisoners in their own homes when Luke ruled the woods. He had been a spineless, greedy god who only cared about bringing fear to those who followed him. It had been very satisfying to bring him down, and I had earned a whole new army of followers after I’d restored the magic back to the forest.
Now, the green trees glistened with magic, and enchanted water flowed all around as my followers passed cascading waterfalls and creeks.
We had left the woodland-dwelling gnomes in their steel fortress, and the orcs returned to their caves after we had partied all night in celebration. I had drunk sweet, strong wine and fallen into a night of passionate sex with my gorgeous priestesses.
It was a night I’d never forget.
The next morning, we left the deep forest behind us, and I traveled back with the elves, priestesses, and gnomes from our convent. They all took it in turns to ride the horses, and Layla the three-headed bear even offered us rides.
My four priestesses didn’t stop smiling, and after our victory in battle, I couldn’t blame them.
Aleia fluttered alongside the group on her lilac wings, and her freckled face was stretched into an adorable smile as she laughed with her sisters. The fairy was a petite force to be reckoned with and physically, the strongest person I had ever known. She was often shy, but that didn’t stop her from being one of my toughest fighters who would do anything for the people she loved.
I glanced down at her still tiny stomach and wondered when she would start to show a bit of a bump. Aleia was carrying my child, and I couldn’t wait to see how cute a baby fairy would be.
Penelope was another one of my pregnant priestesses, and the blue-skinned beauty strode along with glowing confidence. She was a naiad with cerulean skin and flowing, blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders and full breasts. Penelope’s main powers were with water. She was able to give lakes healing powers with just the touch of her hand, and her skills were growing with every day. The naiad had been utterly devoted to me from the day I first woke up, and she had remained fiercely loyal to me through everything we’d faced together.
Nicola was the most recently pregnant priestess, and she walked alongside her sisters with a confident stride. She was the only human of my women, although her golden skin and beauty made her look almost otherworldly. She had long, dark brown hair that shone in the sun and deep brown eyes to match. Nicola was a badass, straight talking fighter, and she oozed confidence in everything she did. Her special abilities involved animals, and she had a bond with them that I had never seen before. She had recently talked a manic, three-headed bear into joining our army, and her abilities even surprised herself sometimes.
Celeste was the final priestess. The ivory-skinned harpy was the newest to join the group but had become part of our family almost instantly. We had saved her from the stone prison the gargoyles had locked her in, and she quickly became one of my most devoted followers. The gargoyles had destroyed her wings when she was their captive, but I had performed a miracle during sex with the harpy and gifted her a brand-new pair. The scarlet feathers neatly folded into her back as she walked, and she had fiery red hair and amber eyes that seemed to glow as vibrant as her feathers. She was ridiculously attractive, and I hoped one day soon she’d tell me she was pregnant with my child. The harpy had many skills and had already been a strong, capable fighter when we met her. She was able to transform into a ferocious battle bird during fights and had the ability to shoot out deadly streams of fire at her enemies. She was also very knowledgeable with weapons, and incredibly skilled during battle.
Basically, I had the four strongest, hottest women imaginable as my priestesses, and I couldn’t be happier. They all loved me with their whole hearts and enjoyed worshiping me with their bodies as much as their minds.
My army of followers also included a tough as hell crew of gnomes, who were not to be underestimated due to their size. They were some of the most skilled fighters I had ever met and had a vast knowledge of the land around us. Elowise and Wilfrim might have been old, but I pitied anyone who came up against them in a fight. Along with their son Balabar, daughter-in-law Nissa, and their grandchildren, they had moved into the convent with the priestesses.
The elves had recently joined our army after I saved the town of Evelhelm from an attack of Squall Sprites. Their people were kind and hard-working, and a group of them were also ex-soldiers who had come along to the north to assist us in any fights we came upon. We had left a team of elves looking after the convent while we were gone, though, and they had promised to add new features as a thank you for saving their town. I was just happy to have them on my side, but I wasn’t going to complain if they wanted to build anything for my future kids’ comfort.
The orcs were the newest addition to my followers, and by far the most brutal. We had won them over as soon as we found out how unhappy they were with Luke as their leader. They were a brutish, tough clan of hulking creatures, and having them on my side was a serious win.
The question was whether this crew of varied races would be enough of an army, or if I needed even more followers at my back.
We were almost back at the convent after our victory against Luke’s army, and I was still on a high from the win in battle. Everyone chatted excitedly about the fight, and I was looking forward to seeing the convent again. My godly abilities let me come and go around the land as long as I traveled around areas my followers had passed through previously, but I was enjoying the journey too much to go ahead of the walking group.
It was a gray morning, and there was a slight breeze that rustled the emerald-green trees. The sky was cloudy, and I was grateful to see only white and gray clouds roll by the sun.
The Squall Sprites we’d met recently brought deep orange storms with them wherever they went, and I knew we would have to take them on again soon enough. For now, the sprites lurked over the northern mountains, but it was only a matter of time before Ethan started another fight.
Ethan was an old god who ruled the land beyond the deep forest, and he had been in an allyship with Luke before I killed him.
From all I had heard and seen, it was clear Ethan was a much bigger threat than Luke had been. I was going to need to bring some serious game for that battle, but I wasn’t scared. As I grew into my role as a god, I had learned not to doubt my own abilities and found I was capable of things I never could have imagined.
Besides, I had a new weapon when I came down into my physical body, and it had already killed Luke. The Wrath of Jack was a powerful, golden sword that was able to destroy any mortal weapon with one strike. Or a stone wall. Or anything, really. It actually seemed that the only worthy thing it could come up against in a genuine sparring match was another god’s blade, and I had a feeling I would be fighting against Ethan with it one day soon.
There was still a lot I didn’t understand about my new world, but before Luke died he’d confirmed he was also from Earth. I had no idea how either of us went from that old life to our new ones, but I was determined to find out.
Somehow.
I had found old newspaper clippings a few weeks back that showed me as some big shot CEO. But it hadn’t helped me much. There were vague memories of that life, but nothing that helped me work out how I ended up becoming a god.
Lately, I had even wondered if this new land was actually Earth. One of the mountaintops had looked so much like Half Dome in California, but I had pushed that thought from my mind after a lot of thought. There was no way this was Earth.
I was like… eighty percent sure of it.
Maybe seventy percent.
“We’re almost home!” Aleia squealed as she fluttered up over the treetops and then dove back to the group.
“Finally!” Nicola grinned. “I think I’ve done enough walking for a week.”
“You rode Layla half the way!” Penelope laughed.
The three-headed bear licked Nicola’s face, and the women giggled.
“I can’t wait to see what the elves have done,” Celeste said. “Penelope, I bet your garden is thriving.”
“It probably needs a lot of weeding,” the naiad said. “But hopefully some of the vegetables have been growing! I really want those tomatoes to come into season soon. I have such a craving for tomato soup!”
“Maybe that’s the little one’s favorite.” Aleia smiled as she rubbed Penelope’s belly.
I am rather hungry!” Grez the elf said as he wiped his forehead. “I think I’ll make some more lavender bread when we get back.”
The yellow-haired elf was a constantly cheery ex-soldier, and three of his buddies had come along for the battle. They had been as incredible as I expected, and I couldn’t thank them enough for their help.
“Oooh!” Aleia nodded. “Yes, please! Elven cakes are my favorite!”
The group all discussed their favorite snacks as they hurried over the dusty path, and soon enough the limestone walls of the convent came into view.
I used my God Vision to scan the area, and I was able to see everything and everyone who was around. It was a useful tool that came with my godly interface, and it meant I could check for any lurking dangers even if my followers couldn’t see them. The God Vision only worked for areas that had already been explored by my followers enough to open that area of the map, but that now included a huge stretch of the forest as well as Evelhelm and our convent.
The priestesses led the way through the convent gate, and their mouths fell open as they looked around at their home. I shared their shock as I looked over the new changes. I had expected some upgrades, but the convent looked so different from when we’d left.
The most noticeable change was a tall, limestone building that sat in the center of the grounds. It was a thin, square structure that was two stories high, and it had an open doorway in the shape of an arch.
There were also a couple of new benches with flowers planted alongside them, and I couldn’t wait to explore everything.
Suddenly, there was an excited screech, and Balabar’s kids raced over from the north tower to knock him over with hugs. Nissa hurried out behind them with baby Roza on her hip, and she smiled as she was reunited with her husband.
“You’re home!” Nissa said excitedly as she gave Balabar a kiss on the cheek. “Oh, we missed you all so much!”
“I missed you, too!” Balabar grinned as he took Roza and gave her a spin. “What a pretty little face to come home to!”
“Aww.” Penelope smiled as she watched them. “It’s so nice to see the little ones’ happy faces again! This place looks amazing!”
“It’s like a whole new convent,” I chuckled. “I take it the elves have been hard at work?”
“Oh, my goodness.” Nissa smiled. “They were unstoppable! I kept bringing them refreshments because they wouldn’t stop working. They wanted it all to be done by the time you got back.”
“That sounds about right,” Grez laughed. “We like to get the job done quickly!”
“I’ll say,” Nissa replied. “But I want to hear all about the journey! How was the forest?”
“Let’s get some tea,” Elowise said with an exhausted smile. “And we’ll tell you all about it.”
“You’ve earned it,” I said. “Go and rest your feet for a while, and don’t worry about anything other than tea and cakes.”
The gnomes smiled widely as they hurried off to the kitchen, and a couple of elves came out of the new building.
I didn’t recognize either of them, but they waved cheerily to the group and hurried over to greet them. They were both tall guys, and they had matching mops of green curls on their heads. The only real difference in their looks was that one of them had blue eyes and the other had hazel.
I had a feeling they were brothers, and they grabbed Grez into a hug when they reached him.
“Good morning!” I said. “It’s good to see you, are you who I have to thank for this new building?”
“Well, we didn’t do the design,” the blue-eyed elf admitted. “But we did the building!”
“I’m Larron,” the hazel-eyed man said. “This is my brother, Issan. Our father did the designing, he’s the architect.”
“We just put the stones together.” Larron grinned. “But we’re pretty pleased with the result! Do you want a tour?”
“Absolutely,” I replied. “What do you think, priestesses?”
“Yes, please!” Aleia hopped a bit with excitement. “I love that we have new things to explore in our own home!”
“I’m going to go down to the creek,” Grez said. “I think I could use some fresh water!”
“Me, too.” Myra nodded.
The lilac-haired elf was a petite, pretty warrior and was clearly besotted with Grez. Azza and Nia were the other two of the group, and they hurried after their friends to freshen up at the river, too.
The green-haired elven brothers led the women in through the archway, and they entered a large room with a round, wooden table in the center. There were six chairs tucked underneath, and even a wooden cabinet in the corner that was stacked with plates and goblets. A pile of books sat in the corner, and I even spotted some teddy bears carefully placed in a circle in the corner as if they were having a little meeting.
It looked like a grand dining room, and there was a limestone staircase at the back to lead to the second floor.
“Woah,” I said. “This is incredible!”
“We thought a main meeting area would be handy,” Larron humbly shrugged. “We figured that a god could make use of this place for planning battles, organizing supplies, or conducting meetings among your followers. Even just for eating with the priestesses!”
“It’s beautiful.” Penelope smiled. “This table is gorgeous, too.”
“Pure oak.” Issan nodded. “We made sure our best carpenters were on the job. Nothing but the best for our god!”
“I appreciate it,” I laughed. “What is that on the walls?”
I could see there were some small, round stones that had been added on top of the limestone. They were a pale blue color and had black symbols painted in the centers. I didn’t know if they were for decoration or not, but they seemed to be very carefully spaced out around the room.
“Ah.” Larron grinned with pride. “We hoped you would notice those. I’m not sure how much elven culture you’re aware of, my lord, but stonework is a big part of our heritage.”
“That makes sense,” I said, even though I had always thought that was a dwarven thing. “I know many elves work in the quarry?”
“Exactly.” Larron nodded. “Well, our culture has a deep respect for our land and the natural resources in it. Many of our families passed down the knowledge of runes, and how powerful they can be if used correctly with a material like stone.”
“Runes?” I asked, and a rush of intrigue shot through me. “Real runes?”
“They’re magic, aren’t they?” Nicola asked as she peered at the blue stones with the black markings. “These little symbols?”
“Yes,” Larron replied. “Well, if used properly and with respect they are. Our family has used runes for generations. They bring protection to those who live within them, so nobody will be able to harm you inside these walls.”
“Impressive!” I said. “So this is like a safe space if the convent is under attack?”
“In a way.” Issan nodded. “Although, if the walls are destroyed, then the runes will no longer work. But they will bring as much protection as possible as long as the building stands.”
“Basically,” Larron said. “These runes will not allow anyone who doesn’t belong here to pass through the doorway. Most attackers won’t be strong enough to destroy the building anyway.”
“Is that how all runes work?” I asked.
“Oh, no!” Larron said as he shook his head. “There are many, many enchantments that can be created with runes. This is just the one that made most sense for a basic safe house.”
“It’s used a lot for animal attacks.” Issan nodded. “In towns where wild wolves are often found, this spell would stop them from ever coming into a home and harming a child.”
“That’s brilliant,” Celeste said. “I’ve heard about elven runes before, but I’ve never seen them on such pretty stones!”
The more I looked at the little rocks, the brighter the blue became. They almost had a silvery glow to them, and they reflected any hint of light beautifully.
“What’s upstairs?” I asked.
“Follow us!” Issan said cheerily, and he led the way up the gray limestone steps.
The priestesses rushed up the staircase and walked out into a large bedroom.
There was an enormous four-poster bed in the center, and it was draped with golden silk sheets. The pillow cases had silver embroidery, and there was a small bedside cabinet with fresh blue flowers in a vase. At the end of the room there was a sturdy, bronze bathtub, and beside it was a huge, wooden wardrobe.
