One thing that I did take charge of was the mounting minigame. Because omegas needed to be mounted in order to be claimed, they preferred a specific rhythm when it came down to fucking them. There were 7 stages, though the seventh one was only for alphas. The first stage was simple doggystyle. The second stage was simply lifting the leg. The third stage involved rolling the bottom partner into your lap and thrusting up into them. The fourth stage was missionary. The fifth stage was a mating press. The sixth was a pretty unique position: the butter churner. If one of the partners were an alpha, you could reach a bonus stage. It involved rolling the partner completely until the partners were butt to butt. Since they were alphas with canine knots at the base of their 10.5 inch dicks, they could still fuck like that. It sounded like a pretty wild thing to me. I made the tempo 2 times slower than the normal one. You could code in any series of thrusts, grinds and pumps. I did not want an alpha to claim them. It was a series of 3 grinds, a pair of pumps and then thrust. Stage 2 was inverted.
Stages 3 onwards were not too important for me. If they actually got this far, it really did not matter. Stage 3 restored the regular tempo. Stage 4 reverted the order back to Stage 1. Stages 5-7 just had simple thrusts. It was a big rhythm game. You needed enough points to move to the next stage. The full mounting minigame was only 5 minutes long. That was just the average length of time sex happened. Not all of the omegas and beta females were bottoms. When they did bottom, this would be what their tops would deal with. Omegas, on average, had 3.5 inch cocks. I really did not care about all that. That sucked. I gave my Protectors 6 inch cocks. Betas had 7 inch cocks on average. The NPCs were not at all ready for what we had. With all of the modifications I did, they would probably all pass for betas. Protectors in place, it was time to retire to my throne. Epsilon had a throne right next to mine. We got to relax for an hour before we went to make heat suppressant medicine for everyone. We did enough to make sure that everyone had 3 doses. That took some time. We gave it out.
Having a castle in this remote valley was pretty cool. It was a small fief that was entirely devoted to me. I had a dungeon near me full of undead. NPCs would be able to clear it, but it was honestly the job of Players. As a Sage, I was supposed to monitor the region to ensure that Players were not cheating. Beyond cheating, I also needed to keep Players from causing chaos. As a Sage, I was now considered a minor deity. Lance Quaid clearly did not like me because I was only level 1001. I could still level up. I just could not attack regular NPCs. If I wanted to clear the dungeon, I could do so. People would not lose out as dungeons reset every so often. When NPCs had problems with me, that was what Protectors were for. Since this was the case, I asked Epsilon to join me in the bedroom. I wanted to count all of the freckles on his body before fucking him. He was a bit distracted at the very beginning. With god-like stats, there was nothing he could do other than be overwhelmed. He was getting fucked in the ass by a god. I went easy on Epsilon because he is someone I wanted to cherish.
