Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

However, we are strapped for time. I can't indulge her forever, so I soon detach my tongue from hers, although very reluctantly.

"Haa… Haaa…. Master…" Blossom pangs and whispers under her breath in an obvious daze.

I grab her robe and take it off, then state; "undress from your gear, Ghost."

"Y-yes!"

"Devil?!"

"Calm down, Blade. You also have a role to play, so get your head in the game."

"... What are you scheming this time, you shameless pervert?"

I take off my boots and then my two socks, after which I comfortably sit down while leaning my back against the cavern wall. I pull my two legs slightly towards me so that they are not lying straight on the ground. My knees are bent comfortably and leaning towards the sides to make space in front of me for Blossom to sit. "Come, Ghost, sit down in front of me.

You are going to love your part in the plan, I believe. Oh, also, put your robe under your butt to make it more comfortable and clean."

She nods eagerly and does as told, and leans her back against my chest.

I grab her two thighs and replicate the movements I did, with raising her legs to a 90 degree bend and then I push them to the side to reveal her beautiful lady-flower. Now I have the right amount of space to do what I have to do.

For maximum efficiency, I guide her two hands to be placed on the back of my head. This way, they are not in the way either.

Then, I grab her left breast in one hand firmly, and move my other towards her sacred place. My fingers finally gently graze the edge of her hidden treasure, making her entire form shudder involuntarily.

With tender care, I begin to explore every curve and crevice of her most intimate parts. Her moans soon grow louder and louder, a melodious symphony that fills the cavern and wraps around us like a warm embrace.

"Master..." she whispers with a voice thick with desire and lust. She grips the back of my head tighter to better stabilize herself.

"What are you doing exactly…?" Ayame attempts to establish a connection between us once again, as she takes off her own mask, perhaps to better communicate.

"Here, Blade, grab my socks and get ready to soak them in her fluids." I state straightforwardly.

"Huh?! I think I heard that wrong."

"You didn't."

"Then I will have to refuse."

I let out a sigh. I knew she wouldn't follow my plan without a good explanation. What I'm asking from her isn't part of her combat slave contract obligations at all, so it allows her to ignore my command.

"Hear me out. The monster attack that gave us this opportunity is a giant pack of werewolves, who were baited here by Blossom accidentally getting horny and releasing her lady-fluids from her folds, which they smelled with their strong nostrils and went into fervent heat.

Those were wolf-monsters, and it still worked, then what about a dog-monster? My plan is to soak as many clothes as needed in her dog-kin juices and then throw them at the creature. It shouldn't count as aggression on our part, as they are entirely non-harming and non-magical.

He will likely go into complete frenzy, maybe even getting his brain overloaded to the point of shutting down entirely, with enough stimulus, of course. Or the three heads might just kill each other for us."

'This idea came to me when I saw the giant schlong of the creature. It is most definitely a male.'

She stares at Blossom for a bit, probably due to being disappointed at her amateurish blunder with the wolves, and then focuses on me for a long while, after which the petite girl sighs tiredly. "You sick bastard… I… Absolutely hate to admit it, but it's a genius plan, but does she release that much liquid?

It all depends on Ghost's ability to produce copious amounts of her fluids, or it will be for nothing otherwise. With the size of this monster, a few drops will not at all be enough."

"She is the most talented squirter I've seen in my entire life. You will be shocked by what you see, I can promise you that."

"Squirter? That's a new word for me, but I can guess what it means… Fuck…! Alright, I will bite just this once." She says while taking my socks into her hands from the ground.

"Master…? Blossom is very embarrassed… She also doesn't like this plan at all! Only Master should get to taste her fluids, not an ugly monster!"

I stroke her head gently with my free hand while not at all stopping moving the other one. Time really is of the essence, after all. "I'm not happy about it either, but it's a small sacrifice we will have to accept. If my plan works, we will all gain immense benefits from slaying such a high level enemy, so the shame of letting my girl be smelled by some hideous creature will die along with it.

Please bear with me for this one, my beloved mate."

"Alright!" She didn't need more than the last sentence from me to be fully on board.

What a precious existence.

Ayame kneels down in front of us, facing our entwined forms. There are so many emotions evident in her gaze. Confusion, disbelief, disgust, curiosity, and probably much more. She even voices her inner thoughts in a low murmur.

"I was born as a prodigious princess… And here I am… In a damp cave, holding my master's dirty socks in my hand, watching him finger his other slave, and I'm getting ready to catch her release… This is going to be my first time seeing an orgasm too… I don't believe this. No, this is all a dream. My entire past year. Yes, a dream. Experience the best from m-vl _emp _yr.

I will wake up soon and be welcomed by the comforts of my giant, luxurious bed."

Damn, looks like she is about to develop some heavy delusional disorder. Not much I can do about it for now. I have more important matters to address, such as the squirming dog-girl in my arms.

With every stroke and caress, her moans grow more fervent. Her hips buck against my touch, a clear sign that she is nearing the pinnacle of pleasure. "Yes, Master... please don't stop..." she pleads, her voice trembling desperately with great need. "Master, please kiss Blossom on the top of her head…!" She begs.