His mansion was a vast place, more a city than a mansion, with districts built to reflect the various tastes of his harem girls. He passed over the more normal areas, seeing some of his fliers enjoying the day. Many of them waved to him, blowing him kisses or making seductive gestures towards him. The ones trying to seduce him over had clones of him appear to satisfy their needs.
Each clone essentially WAS him, with his memories, personality, and powers. The only real difference is that they knew and accepted that they were clones, and when they returned to him their experience and memory with the harem girl they fucked silly would be his.
(The villain was SO glad he gave himself this power. His harem numbered in the trillions without taking into account his daughters, and he'd never be able to satisfy them all without his hive mind replication.)
He kept flying on, eventually coming to a series of buildings that resembled a giant kitchen. Pantries, stoves, storage shelves, these girls loved to be eaten. Some just wanted to hang out in his belly, some wanted to be digested, some wanted to be chopped up and cooked. But the one thing all of these lovely sluts had in common is that they loved to be his food.
As he landed in that district, he passed one of his clones gulping down someone in the endosoma (safe vore) district. He nodded to his clone, looking forward to experiencing that particular meal later. Right now, though, he was heading for the parts of the Pantry that would want to be gulped down and digested painlessly. He personally wasn't in a mood for sadism (although he could sense some of his masochists having fun with clones of his).
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