Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

I oblige and attach my lips to her beautiful, lush blond hair, and also move my free hand into her mouth so that she can suck on it, to create a diversion and also more stimulus. She instantly envelops my finger with her warm tongue and begins sucking on it enthusiastically.

Thankfully, due to my big frame, my finger is also quite sizable, so she can really get immersed in her sucking and licking fantasies.

The cave then begins a chorus of the monster's distant growls, Ayame's hallucinating mumbles, Blossom's slurping noises, and the rapid schlicking my fingers cause in her feminine folds.

What an otherworldly situation we've found ourselves in. I can't help but laugh jovially.

I absolutely love this new life of mine.

As the cave continues to resonate with a symphony of odd sounds, I decide it's time to take Blossom over the edge. I know she can squirt, but I will have to push her limits in order to make sure we have more than enough fluid-soaked clothes for our monster-fighting(?) mission.

I begin by using two fingers instead of one while also speeding my movements up, stretching her entrance as I explore deeper inside her. The moans that escape her lips become louder and more desperate, a clear sign that she is close to climaxing.

Blossom's body begins to shake uncontrollably, her moans turning into high-pitched shrieks as she nears her peak. She bites down on my finger, muffling her screams. Her hips buck wildly against my hand, trying to escape the intense pleasure that's overwhelming her.

"Blade, ready yourself, it's coming!" I yell at the girl living comfortably on cloud nine, finally snapping her attention back to reality. "Wha-? Oh..." She asks then recognizes the situation and reluctantly brings my first sock close to Blossom's lower lips. "I can't believe this is actually happening to me…" She sighs.

"Same!" Blossom yelps with a mixture of sheer ecstasy and feminine embarrassment. Even with her aloof head, this situation is making her self-conscious, especially since it's not just me who is witnessing the scene. Ayame, who is basically her best friend, and who Blossom sees every day, even every hour, is kneeling in front of her, ready to collect her released fluids.

Yeah, I may have put her in a rather cruel bind. I will be sure to get her some gifts once we are done here.

I know it's time, so I remove my fingers and instead spread both of her legs so that Ayame can collect every single drop without interference.

"Aaaah! Mmmmmaster!" She moans and with a loud gush, Blossom begins squirting all over the target.

"Closer, Blade! Put the sock right on top of her entrance to the point that they are touching!" I instruct.

"How is she coming this much???" Ayame yelps worriedly while trying her best not to let a single drop of Blossom's divine nectar reach the floor. "Is this normal?!"

I chuckle, "told you, she is a special one."

Blossom's chest's heaving and body's trembling lessened after a few dozen seconds, and she no longer leaked any liquids. "Master…" She mouths my name in a blissful tone. I pet her head gently.

"Alright Blade, roll the sock into a ball and throw it to the doggie. Make sure you don't hit it directly."

She looks at me with cold eyes, "just for the record, I hate you." She says then does as told. I snicker at her adorable reaction. Read first at NovelFire _em _pyr.

I know she doesn't really mean it.

While Ayame stands to complete her task, I touch Blossom's chin and turn her neck towards me, then Envelop her in my embrace as we kiss deeply once again.

Gotta get her ready for round two.

*Rargh!* *Grrrrrrrrr!* *Wooof!*

Different kinds of sounds reach us once the sock is thrown at them.

Based on the sounds alone the three heads of the bloodhound are fighting over the overly aromatic item. After all, with their size, only one can lick or smell it, or whatever they want to do with it. The other two will just have to settle for smelling it from afar… or fight for it.

"Kekeke!" I detach my lips from my gorgeous, amazing, beloved, charming, divine dog-girl and cackle maniacally.

Now this is one particular way to beat the boss.

The Quinlan special.

I reach for Blossom's wet folds once again. "Blade, get the next sock ready. Since she'd already came once, the following eruptions will happen faster and easier."

"Ghost isn't erupting…! Master is ruining her body! She wasn't like this before she met Master!" Blossom whines defensively and then accuses me of foul play.

Absolutely rightfully so.

"Good girls do as instructed, and then get rewarded for a job well done. You want that, don't you?" I ask.

Her tail starts hitting me as it 'turns on' and begins swishing left and right. "Yes! Master must continue!" She shouts energetically.

Ayame, meanwhile, laughs, finally no longer being grumpy about the situation.

She got over the absurdity of it, from what I can see of her features. Life is too precious not to enjoy such amazing moments.

"You have Ghost absolutely wrapped around your finger, don't you? It didn't even take a week of knowing each other, and I bet she would easily choose saving you over saving the Goddess herself, should she be presented with the choice." Ayame states with a jovial smile.

'Damn right you are, my samurai, and you will soon join her faction.' I smirk inwardly.

"Blo-Ghost would choose Master!" The special girl sitting between my legs voices her heretic thoughts out loud to confirm Ayame's suspicion.

"You can't say such things, even if they're true! If fanatics overhear your statement, you and all those who you associate with, Quinlan and me included, might get killed for it." And gets chastised for it.

Blossom then snaps both of her hands to her mouth in an effort to seal it.

How can she be so cute?

"Be that as it may, we gotta pick the pace up, ladies. Ghost, get your engine running." I state while reaching for her already overflowing folds.

"Sigh… I will just think of this as monster slaying." Ayame declares while kneeling in front of us again. "But can she really release more? Isn't it too much? How is this even possible? Won't she shrivel up from dehydration?" She begins bombarding me with questions.