John was beholden to a situation in which everyone else in the room agreed that he had no business to voice his opinion over. Weirdly enough, the subject was absolutely about him. “We are now entering the Harem Agreement renegotiations,” Lydia announced; “To reform the old system to encompass the new, previously unaccounted for, core members.”

Where were they? They had just landed in Amsterdam, the city had its own abyssal airport, when the queen must have decided that it was now or never and confronted Rave on what she titled the tyrannical Harem Agreement.

Thusly, they had gotten themselves a meeting room normally reserved for emergency meetings of important politicians and were now sitting around a nice oaken table. Well, everyone aside from Eliza, who had handed her negotiation rights to Lydia and then went to get some ice cream and other food. Apparently, this was a thing that everyone had known would happen eventually, aside from Rave and John themselves who were hit pretty cold when all the girls quickly separated themselves into four teams.

Team A was just Rave, who had no idea why this was happening; Team B only consisted of Lydia, but she also spoke for Eliza, Nathalia and Nia; Team C was Aclysia and Gnome who together represented Momo and the elemental girls; and Team D was Stirwin who ran from one end of the table to the other, eating the cookies that had come with the cups of tea they had been brought and spreading crumbles everywhere with his snapping jaws in the process. Then there was also Metra, who was busy looking at everything in the room with interest.

John, in the meanwhile, may have sat at the table but apparently had no negotiation rights whatsoever. Explanation being that this was about how the harem worked inside and he just had to be informed. Basically, he was being overruled by the union right now. It was the union of girls who rode his dick and showered him in affection though, so he just decided to play along and only step in if something truly outrageous was happening. To say it in the words of an immortal emperor: ‘Sometimes it was just smarter to let the girls do how they wanted to’.

“Why do ya think that is necessary?” Rave was puzzled about this whole situation.

“Let me precede my answer by checking whether or not the current articles as I understand them are agreed upon by all parties. Article 1: Jane ‘Rave’ Hollmey is John Newman’s girlfriend, from here on out referred to as GF. In her position as GF, she has first serve privileges to dates, cuddles and sexual intercourse.”

A moment of silence indicated that Rave was supposed to answer that, “Pretty sure I originally stated that as the first item on that list back then, so yeah, I said that.”

“For the sake of proper contracting the most basic things should be stated first and then specified upon in further articles,” the queen declared; “We will therefore continue with my order for the sake of understanding this archaic agreement.” As nobody went against that, Lydia checked her phone again and swiped. The device in her hand was connected to a projector on the ceiling. Thus the next article, from a presentation Lydia had evidently prepared some time ago, appeared directly on the white wall to the side.

Honestly, the fact that this was how they were negotiating his new harem policy gave John a very confused erection. Here were 10 beautiful girls negotiating about how to best share his dick. Well, 9 and a berserker babe that had gotten bored of looking around and was now sitting down on the table between John and Rave.

Seeing them side by side, he couldn’t help but notice that they looked kind of similar, like cousins from twin mothers of which one had decided to get together with an east Asian while the other had tried her best on the Mediterranean coast. Seeing how Metra had taken the information about her current appearance directly from his brain, that wasn’t really surprising.

They even had similar body language, as they were both the brawling type. It really was as if he was looking at another branch of the Hollmey family, one that yawned and looked at his dick as something to do. She started getting naked as Lydia read out the other articles.

“Article 2: John Newman is allowed to take other women into his bed.” Metra pushed John back in his seat; he had no intention whatsoever to step in, and everyone else, for once, seemed to find the happenings at hand to be more important than trying to get his attention.

“Of all the jobs I ever had, I got to say that your cock alone is making this one worth it,” Metra flirted as she gave his entire length a few pumps to get the pre-cum flowing. “Although you keep me from all the fun fighting. Can you make more barriers?”

“Once the patch is through, can’t take much longer,” John promised. It wasn’t just the girls around him that got wet in seconds from their excess Libido, his dick already was from Metra’s touch. Thank Gaia that his pants were self-cleaning now.

“Article 3: All sexual encounters must be reported to the GF,” Lydia continued, as Metra lowered herself on John’s dick. At least she kept her moans to a minimum so they didn’t disrupt the meeting needlessly. “These three articles are completely okay, however, Article 4: The GF may stop any and all meetings with a girl and Article 5: Once the GF decides the harem has to be dissolved, it will be, are completely unacceptable. We must renegotiate these terms.”

“What ya think I will just cut ya all off?” Rave asked with a raised eyebrow.

“With all due respect, Mistress Jane,” Aclysia made her case, “if you aren’t going to use it and don’t need it, then there is no reason to protest the discontinuation. If you are going to use it, then I need to protest right now. You will not take Master from me in any way, shape or form.”

“Y-yeah!” Gnome spoke up, pushing her index fingers together in front of her chest, heavily blushing and averting her gaze from everyone at the table. “I-I… I MEAN WE! We would be t-totally sad if we couldn’t do perv-perverted stuff with John anymore…” her voice became quieter by the moment, but she finished her sentence.

“Yes, that, good job, Boss Rock,” Salamander said and patted her older sister who just did the usual ‘Uwuwuwuwu’ noise in reply.

“Okay, ya guys are literally part of John, how the hell would I even tell him not to fuck himself?” Rave wanted to know.

“That is beside the issue,” Lydia, negotiating for three absentees, tapped on the table. She also missed the perfect opportunity to use an idiom. “We demand the permanent discontinuation of Article 5 and the democratization of Article 4. I have further requests, but these two are our core program.”

“Uhm,” Rave was visibly wrestling with herself. It was apparent that she didn’t really mind, but that she also knew that she was getting lifted out of a supremely privileged position right now. “Okay, some things first, ya confuse me with all that legalese stuff,” she said. “Do I understand right that ya accept my status as best girl though?”

“Most certainly, if that is your term for girlfriend,” Lydia said, “Let it be known that I am under no illusion that you are John’s main love interest. We shall respect this groundwork of reality and continue from there. Article 1 would be left unchanged. As would be Article 2, as that is what we all want anyway. Article 3 seems more like an honour thing in the first place.”

“Whaddaya suggest for a replacement paragraph then?” the lightbearer wanted to know.

“Article, a paragraph is what is underneath an article,” Lydia corrected. “I want the following changes: Article 4 shall now include the need of at least three other girl’s votes to get someone out of the harem.”

“Okay, I have another question,” Rave interrupted; “Why does Momo even care?”

“Because I want that dick every now and then myself; I just got my Libido raised to 25 recently, and I will get cravings,” Momo said as she flew over a page; “You can ignore me for this part, I only care about what comes afterwards.”

“Uhm, sure,” his girlfriend scratched the side of her head, evidently this whole situation didn’t really cause her panic, just confusion. “Okay, but I really don’t want my man to sleep with girls I don’t like. Can we adjust that rule thing to either three other votes or Aclysia’s?”

“Me?” Aclysia pointed at her own face and tilted her head quizzically. “What makes you think I would be on your side over Master’s? If he wants to sleep with a girl, I will not have him discontinue under any circumstances.”

“Sure ya wouldn’t,” Rave rolled her eyes; “Hey, Aclysia, how about we boot Siena from the harem?”

“Agreed!” Aclysia immediately shouted out, jumping half out of her seat. She then realized what she was doing. “Oh.”

“Exactly,” Rave triumphantly crossed her arms, “I think ya and me will do fine.”

“I sometimes wonder what nightmares I should sent the two of you,” Siena said, inspecting her nails like she actually didn’t care, “but then I decide to just spank Gnome violently the next time there is an orgy.”

“W-why me?” Gnome cried out.

“Because you are cute and cuddly.”

“Enough!” Lydia decided, “Fine then, a vote of either you and Aclysia or you and three other girls shall allow the banishment of someone from John’s circle of sexual associates. Are you fine with the complete removal of Article 5?”

“Sure, whatevs,” Rave shrugged it off; “Not like I am gonna deprive myself of all the tits I can fondle and all the butts I can touch thanks to John’s dick being a chick magnet.” As if to underline that point, Metra groaned lustfully as John came inside her writhing form.

‘Why did she have to make this a reverse cowgirl?’ John lamented, yearning to see her midriff. Well, actually he understood. It would have been pretty hard to move effectively in these tiny waiting room chairs if she had to squeeze her muscular legs between John’s hips and the metal handles.

“Which brings us to the next point: I want to introduce an article for limited time frames during which one of us can claim the first serving privilege of dates, cuddles and intercourse,” Lydia said.

“Denied,” Rave declared. “My man, my cuddles, kisses and dickings. Always.”

“Mistress, if I may, I want to make it very clear that none of us intend to take away your majority on John, we just want days where we know for sure we have him for ourselves,” Aclysia stated.

“And in cases like mine or Lydia’s,” Momo, now that the discussion had arrived at the part she cared about, chimed in “We probably won’t see him in the next few months or even years. When we do, it would be nice to know for sure we got a moment with him… and Aclysia. Mostly Aclysia.”

“Iwastotallyfine with ya wanting to have your butts secured,” Rave slurred, “but ya don’t get to undermine my best girl position. What ya can get is days where ya have the highest priority as second girl, but I won’t let ya just whisk away John from me for the day, we clear?”

Lydia didn’t look exactly happy about this, her red lips becoming partly white as she pressed them together. Two pairs of blue eyes glared into each other, greyish and with pink hue, and Metra stopped moving as she and John actually watched this unfold, the berserker because she thought something interesting might happen and John because he was prepared to step in if something bad made it necessary. Although standing up would be hard.

“So you don’t want to share, is that it?” Lydia asked.

“Yeah, right,” Rave turned her eyes, “I totally never share. No, ya just don’t get to be more important than me, even for a day. We both know I let ya have him on your own often enough without ya putting rules everywhere. Let’s be perfectly clear about this: You aren’t John’s lovers, you are John’s and my lovers. This was always our little harem, right, tiger?”

“Well,” John didn’t want to say it out loud because it would earn him quite a bit of ire, especially from Nathalia (even though she wasn’t here). Sighing, he resigned himself to offending some of his girls, “No, Jane is right, I am together with her first, then with the rest of you. Don’t know if saying you are automatically a lover of hers because you are part of the harem is correct, but she is the most important person in my life, and no formulated rules are going to change that.”

Lydia’s fingers drummed on the table; Aclysia looked dangerously displeased.

“How about giving everyone just one guaranteed date day per month?” Momo suggested. “Rave gets to veto a suggested day if she wants to. That way we can still get what we want, which is an eventual date with a worldly ending, and Rave keeps her privileges and the power to say when she wants to keep John to herself.”

“I’d be down with that,” Rave said and looked over to Lydia.

“Fine then. Article 5: Every girl within John’s harem has the right to request a date during each month. The time of that date can be vetoed by the GF but cannot be delayed further than 30 days. Satisfactory?”

“Ja,” the lightbearer answered, and with a disappointed grunt Metra started shaking her ass again.

Lydia took a piece of paper out of her inventory and quickly put the whole agreement down in writing. Under joking comments about just how German this level of bureaucracy was from Rave, the agreement was copied four times and signed by all parties. One copy went to Rave, one to John, one to Lydia and one to Aclysia. The document also held the option for another round of negotiations if enough people voiced the intent.

“Okay, now get off his dick,” Lydia told Metra as she disrobed herself; “I want one last time before I say goodbye, I don’t have the luxury of searching for a room right now, so I am going to have it right here on this table.”