The Elden Lion - The Golden Giant. (Patreon)

Cirilla Fiona Ellen Rianon, Freya's Clearing – The Great Sea.

"Where are we?" Freya asked, looking around in surprise, taking a deep breath before smiling and bursting into laughter, beginning to dance around.

"It's gone! IT'S GONE! I'M FREE!" the Goddess shouted euphorically, a radiant, beautiful smile illuminating her face as the brown-haired deity ran toward the enormous face of Chaurli, who growled with what was unmistakable affection.

Freya responded with hearty laughter and gently stroked the immense turtle's chin before beginning to look around excitedly, much to Ciri's disbelief.

There was nothing around them, only water and more water, and yet Freya couldn't stop laughing like a little girl.

"What the fuck is wrong with her?" the ash-haired princess asked curiously, receiving an answer, surprisingly, from the blonde Aesir maiden Sif, who responded in a clinical voice.

"I don't know what your master has done, young human, but apparently he managed to destroy the spell that kept Freya imprisoned in Midgard. An admirable feat, to be honest. The All-Father's magic is formidable, but I imagine the destructive power of Mjolnir is far greater," Sif declared calmly, although her voice carried a tone of absolute respect toward Harry.

Ciri felt warmth spreading throughout her body. She had not yet had the pleasure of being taken by Lord Harry, but something deep inside her told her that would change rather soon.

The Princess of Cintra still remembered with a shiver those long nights beneath Lady Rhani's sheets, how the Consort of the Stars brought her to ecstasy again and again without stopping, whispering into her ear that when Harry officially claimed her, the sensations would be a thousand times more pleasurable.

In the Consort's own words, being fucked by Harry was like becoming a virgin all over again. The pleasure was so overwhelming that each and every one of his lovers became completely addicted after a single night.

Ciri had witnessed it during the public orgy in Leyndell, as well as every night when Harry and his three consorts brought entertainment into their chambers. Cries and moans of passion and lust filled the palace, women utterly beside themselves as they pledged their bodies to the pleasure of the Golden Lion and his bloodline.

Simply remembering it made Ciri tremble with desire. She could hardly wait, but her tormenting thoughts were interrupted by a masculine voice, rough and gruff, yet sincere.

"Well, do you need a race of dwarven blacksmiths in this Celestial Realm of yours?" the blue-skinned dwarf asked, his arms crossed as he stared without the slightest trace of fear at Lord Harry's imposing presence, who returned his gaze with amusement and respect.

"That's something we can arrange, although you'd have to compete with my daughters. They're extremely possessive of their techniques and believe their creations are beyond comparison. I'm certain they'd appreciate the competition," the Golden Lion replied with amusement, causing the little dwarf to nod approvingly before focusing his gaze upon Lord Harry's sword.

"That sword… it's powerful, very powerful… I can see it, what the others cannot. True death, complete dominion over Life," the dwarf declared solemnly.

At those words, Ciri watched as every God present gasped in absolute shock, some even taking a couple of steps backward and looking toward Harry with utter terror for some reason, with the exception of the two dwarves, Malenia, and Harry himself, who was now regarding the dwarf with interest.

"You have a good eye, master smith" Harry replied with evident respect, the closest thing to a compliment Ciri had ever heard him offer.

And then the tall blonde, Sif, the Princess of Cintra recalled, stepped forward and spoke, her voice filled with confusion, admiration, and even a hint of reproach.

"Your power is overwhelming, Golden Lion. I…" she began, only to be interrupted by Harry.

"Harry. My name is Harry. Use it from now on," he declared calmly, but his words were charged with magical power, making it perfectly clear that this was not a suggestion but an order. And to Ciri's surprise, it was one the beautiful Asgardian obeyed immediately.

Sif bowed her head in submission, doing wonders for her generous breasts, before answering.

"As you wish, Harry. What will become of me now? I offered myself in my son's place, and you defeated my husband in single combat. Under Asgardian law, I belong to you and exist for your pleasure alone, what is your command?" the woman declared in a complicated tone of voice. Ciri could detect an intense desire within it, charged with a need to be seen, to be looked upon with lust and passion.

Something difficult for the young lioness to believe, considering that Sif was one of the most beautiful women… Goddesses, she had ever seen.

Harry stared at her for several moments, evidently devoting several seconds of his attention to her generous breasts before focusing upon her blue eyes, which shone with triumph and… something else. Pleasure, perhaps, at finally being seen and desired.

Ciri couldn't blame her. If that obese redhead was the one warming this Goddess's bed, she wouldn't hesitate to throw herself at Harry's feet like a bitch in heat either, to be perfectly honest.

However, before he could answer, Freya spoke again, now considerably calmer, although a smile still adorned her face.

"Where are we, Lord Harry? I don't recognize the magic of this place… I don't recognize Yggdrasil," she asked with some caution, causing Ciri's King to look at her in surprise before shrugging and answering.

"That's because we've left your Nine Realms behind, darling. The Yggdrasil you know, the one you're bound to, is merely one of hundreds of thousands of copies of Leyndell's Erdtree, my home. Your former husband, Odin, committed the colossal stupidity of invading my domain with the intention of claiming the Tree for himself, an act of audacity for which he will pay dearly," Harry declared with determination, while an overwhelming sensation of power permeated the floating island.

"And as for where we are… don't you recognize it, Ciri?" Harry asked with a small smile, causing the attention of everyone present, beings infinitely more powerful than herself, to focus upon the Princess of Cintra, whose eyes widened like those of a startled fawn.

"Umm… I…" the Princess attempted to answer, only to shake her head and look, truly look, around her. But before she could say anything, the blue dwarf intervened in her defense.

"Just look at all that endless water. How the fuck was she supposed to recognize it? We're in the middle of a fucking ocean. A very beautiful one, sure, but no different from the oceans of hundreds of other worlds," he declared, causing his brother, the other, more timid dwarf, to let out a frightened squeak before looking toward Harry and answering.

"Forgive my brother, Oh Great… Golden Sovereign. He's always been a grumpy bastard," he said, swallowing nervously, but Harry didn't appear offended. Quite the opposite.

The Sovereign of Leyndell burst into hearty laughter, something Ciri had rarely heard before, and then, to the Princess's disbelief, he began patting the dwarf's bald head, much to the latter's indignation.

"Oh, by the Great Tree, I'm definitely keeping you! HAHAHA!" he declared with amusement.

At those words, the reactions were immediate. Ciri chuckled softly as she watched the dwarf regard Harry with indignation and disbelief, but before he could say anything about it, a golden flash emerged from Harry's hand, and the Lord continued speaking as though nothing had happened.

"For that reason, I return your soul to you. May your knowledge and wisdom prove useful to the daughters of Leyndell. So shall it be," he declared in a firm, solemn voice.

The moment those words left Harry's mouth, Ciri watched with interest as the frightened dwarf gasped in absolute shock, opening and closing his mouth without managing to utter a single word, while a powerful, brilliant golden light emerged, carrying a sensation like an enormous heartbeat.

When the light faded and the overwhelming pressure subsided, Ciri looked at the little being again. His skin was no longer blue, having recovered its natural pinkish complexion, although his old age and, apparently, his foul temper remained.

"What's your name, blacksmith?" Harry asked curiously, crossing his arms with interest.

"Brok… my name is Brok, Golden God," he replied in a more respectful voice before turning toward his brother with a frown, who responded with an expression of absolute guilt.

Harry nodded and answered.

"I understand. Brok the Blacksmith. I'll let you settle accounts with your brother. We'll speak later," Harry declared, giving the dwarf a few more pats before focusing once again upon the group of Goddesses, who were looking at him as though he were a walking piece of candy.

"We need to get moving. I don't have enough power left to return to Leyndell after that sudden jump here. Nothing a couple of weeks of rest won't fix, but while we wait, there's no reason we can't have a good time," Harry declared with a mischievous look before turning his attention away from the three beautiful Goddesses and concentrating, much to Ciri's disbelief, upon Chaurli, Freya's turtle, who apparently was also excited to meet Harry, judging by the friendly sound emerging from his mouth.

"You, my dear friend, are magnificent," the Golden Lion declared with amusement as he gently stroked Chaurli's chin, causing the giant turtle to release a satisfied bellow at the gesture.

Harry's actions, for some reason, caused Freya to sigh with relief before a gentle smile adorned her face. She took hesitant steps toward where Ciri's man stood.

"He likes you. Chaurli is an excellent judge of character," the brunette declared softly with a smile, her hands restless, as though she desperately wanted to touch the Lord but lacked the courage to do so.

"Chaurli. A fine name for such a magnificent being. But I'm certain the Erdtree's blessing will allow him to reach far greater heights," the Elden Lord declared before caressing the giant turtle's neck and asking.

"What do you say, boy? Will you accept the grace of the Erdtree?" Harry asked gently, causing the enormous turtle to raise his head toward the sunny sky and release a growl that both Ciri and Harry understood as acceptance.

"Excellent," Harry declared with satisfaction as he used two fingers to touch Chaurli's chest. To the surprise of Ciri and the Norse Goddesses, his fingers passed through the magnificent creature's thick skin as though it were nothing more than butter.

"What are you doing?" Freya asked in alarm, but before she could do anything about it, Harry's fingers had pierced Chaurli's body, and the turtle had become as motionless as a rock.

Upon his chest, the wound Lord Harry's fingers had created began to bleed, but instead of the crimson lifeblood Ciri knew… a golden substance began flowing from the enormous turtle's chest, while his body slowly filled with golden veins.

"May the Gift of the Erdtree grant you new life, Chaurli," the Elden Lord whispered, while Freya watched in astonishment as her old friend, the gentle and friendly giant of the forest, abandoned the safety of the floating clearing and plunged into the unknown ocean.

The moment Chaurli's enormous body touched the water, it began boiling almost instantly. Gigantic bubbles appeared around the shattered remains of Freya's clearing, while before Ciri's astonished eyes, and those of the surprised Goddesses and dwarves, a golden radiance began appearing within the dark waters.

"By my grandmother's fucking beard, what the fuck did you do to the big bastard?" Brok demanded incredulously, swallowing nervously as he watched the golden patch beneath the ocean grow larger and more intense. Within seconds, it had become larger than the small piece of land that had survived from Midgard.

"Shit," Ciri whispered, watching as the golden light beneath the ocean extended beyond even what she could see. The golden radiance began taking shape before everyone's eyes, and Ciri managed to distinguish a silhouette resembling Chaurli, but… far more titanic and imposing.

However, a couple of minutes later, the radiance stopped, and for several long seconds, silence reigned over the little island. Nobody said anything, neither the Goddesses, nor the dwarves, nor Malenia, much less Ciri.

Everyone held their breath, not knowing what to say, until…

BOOOOOOM!

A powerful explosion, followed by a deep yet… familiar growl, shook the ocean itself, while an enormous, familiar head emerged from the depths.

"Chaurli!" Freya shouted with relief and a radiant smile, watching as the creature that had once been merely enormous was now of truly titanic proportions. A single eye was larger than the gentle turtle's entire former body had been only a few minutes earlier.

"By the Great Tree!" the blue-eyed redhead exclaimed, her hands gripping her axe as Chaurli slowly continued emerging, generating gigantic waves in his wake.

His body was… enormous, as large as a small island. A golden aura covered his body, and his scales had changed, now white with golden runes, while the enormous tree upon his shell had become a… familiar specimen to Ciri.

A white trunk and golden leaves. It was a sapling of the Erdtree, a tiny fragment of the divinity of Leyndell's Great Tree, and now it stood here before her eyes, radiating a simply overwhelming brilliance. The magical saturation was impossible to conceal, to the point that Ciri knew any wizard or witch nearby would undoubtedly sense it.

And by nearby, she meant half a continent away, the ash-haired Princess thought as everyone watched in astonishment while Chaurli's immense body emerged. A whole fucking island, a private, mobile island at the service of the Sovereign of Leyndell.

With a group of women and Goddesses more than willing to kneel for his pleasure, Ciri thought with amusement, rubbing her thighs gently and blushing at the… exquisite image.

And as though that weren't enough…

"Well, time for the grand finale," Harry declared with a smug laugh, while a golden aura illuminated the little clearing, which slowly rose from the restless ocean waters, gradually making its way toward the summit of Chaurli's back, the Golden Giant.

What a fine name, Ciri thought with a little giggle, watching the brilliant scales emit a kind of rainbow glow beneath the sunlight.

Chaurli moved his neck and enormous legs, which had now been adapted for the ocean, with surprising gentleness, although gentleness for a giant of his size still meant enormous waves all around him. The friendly giant opened his mouth and released a mighty growl before submerging his head into the ocean again, thoroughly pleased with himself.

"Is there anything you can't do?" the unfamiliar redhead asked, disbelief and curiosity evident in her voice, causing Harry to look at her with interest while the enormous clearing gently levitated toward the summit of the living mountain that Chaurli's back had become.

"I'm afraid we haven't been introduced, Madame. I'm Harry," the Elden Lord declared with a polite, amused smile, evidently finding a wicked pleasure in his simple introduction.

Ciri snorted as she watched the woman blush before raising her hand, allowing Harry to take it and place a sensual kiss upon it, all without breaking eye contact.

"I… I'm Faye, the last of the Jotun," she declared cautiously, causing Harry to chuckle softly before answering in an amused tone.

"A pleasure to meet you, Faye. And regarding that statement… I'd add that you're the last Jotun for now," Harry replied charmingly, causing Malenia to snort and roll her eyes, Ciri to chuckle softly, and Freya and Sif to regard him with disbelief and surprise.

Meanwhile, Faye… the redhead raised her eyebrows incredulously before laughing softly, a melodious and soothing sound.

"How direct, Harry. Are you the God of fertility or unrestrained sex?" Faye asked with a small, amused giggle, causing Harry to respond with genuine laughter.

"No, darling, that's my wife, you know? Marika has this strange habit of wanting to organize orgies every week with our nymphs and servants. It's a celebration throughout the entire Golden City. Our daughters join the festivities, which generally last all night. I'm sure Marika is attending one at this very moment," Harry declared with a nostalgic laugh, lost in the exquisite image within his mind.

The blonde Asgardian, Sif, Ciri recalled, quickly stepped forward with her head held high and her eyes filled with determination.

"If what you require is carnal relief, I am available to satisfy your desires, Jarl, I am yours" she declared without the slightest hint of shame, there was even desire in her blue eyes.

"We'll get to that, darling. But for now… allow me to build our temporary home. Nothing like a Summer Palace for the rest of the harem. I'm certain Chaurli will love Leyndell's great ocean. He'll be able to play as much as he likes with Maximus," Harry declared with determination, just as what remained of Freya's forest clearing landed upon the summit of Chaurli's shell with a dull thud.

Without allowing anyone to utter a word, Harry's eyes shone like two suns, his magic permeating absolutely every corner of the forest clearing and, in the process, causing it to expand across the entire island, nourishing both the tree and Chaurli with divine magic.

Without waiting, Harry made another elegant movement with his hands, and then magic began unfolding before their eyes. Elegant, double-height white walls, enormous windows bearing the familiar silhouette of the Erdtree, vaulted stone ceilings, everything perfectly integrated into the aesthetic Ciri had seen in Leyndell, as though this place were an extension of the palace itself.

Little by little, Harry raised a palace. There was no other way to describe it. It was practically open to the air, with elegant open corridors offering magnificent views of the ocean. It felt like a vacation home, a private palace for the Elden Lord and his women.

A place that, Ciri was more than certain, would become a center of pleasure the moment Queen Marika set foot inside.

Perhaps even sooner, judging by the hungry gazes with which the Goddesses watched Harry, who remained focused upon raising the palace.

Several minutes of absolute silence later, Ciri and her companions found themselves standing within the main atrium of an immense pleasure palace. White walls and golden decorations, stone murals of the Erdtree glowing softly upon the enormous chamber's walls, crystal-clear marble fountains, and elegant sculptures. A true paradise drawn straight from fantasy.

"What kind of magic is this? How have you done that? It should… it should be impossible!" Freya whispered in astonishment, while the redhead, Faye, stared at Harry, blinking repeatedly.

"What are you?" she asked in utter disbelief, while Sif simply looked around, nodding to herself at what she saw before turning toward Harry with eyes so filled with lust that they could only be compared to Marika's.

The two dwarves laughed excitedly about what they called a new beginning far away from that one-eyed bastard, undoubtedly referring to Odin, as they settled into a small workshop outside the palace grounds, wisely keeping their distance from the main chambers, which were destined to be filled with moans and the scent of sex sooner or later.

And then Lord Harry yawned, stretching his arms.

"Ohhh, shit, I've used a lot of energy," he declared, rolling his neck in circles as though releasing tension before focusing upon the trio of Goddesses, who were still staring at him in astonishment after everything they had just witnessed.

"We'll talk in a couple of days, once I wake from my sleep. Malenia will guard my door. In the meantime, enjoy my hospitality. Chaurli will search for solid land, so… you'll simply have to find some way to entertain yourselves," Harry declared with amusement.

And then it happened. The Elden Lord looked directly at her and spoke, his voice gentle and filled with affection, but an order nonetheless.

"Ciri, come here."

And the Princess of Cintra, like a trained puppy, obeyed. Her feet began moving before she had even finished processing what had happened.

Harry's enormous hands settled upon her waist, and Ciri smiled with satisfaction as she watched the three Goddesses regard her with unmistakable envy upon their faces.

The Princess smiled smugly, only to moan when she felt Harry's enormous hand smack her ass, causing her to shudder.

"Behave yourself, my Sparrow," Harry ordered calmly, causing her to nod while biting her lip with interest.

And without another word, they both disappeared. Chaurli had begun exploring, the island continued filling with vegetation, and soon animals would inhabit it as well. Schools of fish would begin living around the Golden Giant, and without anyone realizing it… the legend of the Wandering Golden Island would begin to flourish.

Right in the middle of the conflict between the Northern Kingdoms and the Empire of Nilfgaard.

Queen Marika, Royal Palace – Leyndell.

"Then it's settled. Here's the schedule: Monday will be an orgy with the Veela, Wednesday with the Nymphs, and Friday will be a marathon of sex and depravity throughout the entire city. Does anyone have any questions?" Marika asked in a gentle, maternal voice, watching as the Veela leaders, naked and wearing golden collars, knelt before the throne of Leyndell in complete submission.

"No, Great Mother. We accept your blessing and your love. My sisters and I will be ready," their leader declared, causing Marika to nod gently.

"Have you settled on the beach I assigned you? My beloved Lion mentioned that you enjoy warm coastlines," she asked with evident curiosity, causing them to nod once more.

"Everything is perfect, Great Mother. We accept and appreciate your generosity," the matriarch replied again, causing Marika to nod and make a dismissive gesture. The three Veela rose, bowed in submission, and left the Throne Room, whispering excitedly among themselves.

Around her, the nymphs in her service, all practically naked and in various states of ecstasy, regarded the doors with mixed emotions. Marika couldn't help chuckling softly. She loved her daughters, but sometimes they were so easy to provoke.

Many had cried… CRIED! Because their beloved father, the Elden Lord, had brought the Veela to serve him, insisting that Harry didn't need any more women to attend to him, that they would satisfy the monarch whenever he desired.

And although that was true, Marika wasn't selfish. The more pussy in Leyndell, the better for everyone. She grew stronger, and Harry gained more subjects and lovers to play with.

The arrangement was perfect, in her opinion.

However, Marika's thoughts were interrupted, rather suspiciously, by Rhani, causing the Great Mother, as the Veela had begun calling her, a title she absolutely adored, to sigh heavily.

"What now? I'm planning this month's orgy schedule, Rhani," Marika declared calmly, hoping the redhead would take the hint and fuck off back to her tower with her toys.

But the next words caused Marika to freeze and devote her complete attention to her sister-consort.

"Midgard has been destroyed. Our husband's doing. Yggdrasil is fragmented and collapsing. We must make a decision, and quickly," the Moon Maiden declared, causing Marika to sigh and lean forward.

That orgy would have to wait.