Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

My hands move to her back, pulling her closer to me. I can feel the rapid beat of her heart, matching my own. Our bodies press together, skin against skin, the warmth of her form melding with mine.

Blossom's arms wrap around my neck and she raises her body to stand on top of her toes, her fingers tangling in my hair as she barely manages to reach high enough due to my new, towering size while she gazes up at me with eyes filled with love and longing.

I lean in, my lips capturing hers in a kiss. Blossom responds eagerly, her mouth opening up to allow me in, her tongue dancing with mine in a sensual, intimate tango. The kiss deepens, our bodies pressing even closer together, our breaths mingling as one.

As we kiss, my hands continue to explore her body, caressing every inch of her soft, warm skin. I can feel her shiver under my touch, her desire growing with every passing second. In response, Blossom's own hands begin to roam over my back, her fingers tracing the contours of my muscles.

After a few minutes, we break the kiss, both of us gasping for air desperately. A single gaze into each other's lust-filled eyes is enough to convey our mutual wish to continue. She lets go of my neck at the same time I release her, our synchrony perfect.

I settle into the chair, the weight of the transformation still lingering in my mind, but the desire coursing through me is far stronger. Blossom remains kneeling before me, her wide eyes glued to my form, still processing the sudden change.

"Now then, Blossom, for my first request, kneel down in front of me and put your hands behind your head," I instruct her, my voice low and filled with excitement. "Use only your mouth to take off my underwear."

Blossom smiles and obediently sinks to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. She places her hands behind her head, palms resting gently on the back of her head, her elbows pointing outward. The pose highlights her armpits, which are surprisingly hairless- just how Ayame was hairless straight after I bought her.

This sight leads me to think that women, at least those who are above level 13, are hairless below their neckline in this world. Though, I will have to examine a bigger sample size to be able to support that hypothesis with confidence.

Nonetheless, thank you for this amazing gift, Goddess.

Her eyes are filled with a mix of innocence and desire as she leans forward. Her warm breath brushes against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Blossom's lips part slightly, and she gently takes hold of my underwear with her teeth. Slowly, she begins to tug, her eyes locked onto mine, her expression one of unwavering focus and devotion.

She is just so eager to fulfill my strange request to the best of her ability that I can't help myself as I feel absolutely obligated to pet her head a few times.

I can sense the fabric moving, her mouth working diligently. Blossom's movements are slow and deliberate, each tug bringing the fabric lower and lower. Her gaze remains fixed on mine, her dedication evident in every motion.

As the waistband slides down my hips, Blossom's eyes flicker with triumph. She continues to pull, using only her mouth, her warm breath and soft lips creating an intoxicating sensation. The fabric finally slips past my knees, and she allows it to fall to the floor.

Blossom is greeted by my fully erect "Excalibur," her eyes widening in awe as she takes in the sight. Without hesitation, she leans in, her breath hot against my skin, and sniffs with great passion. She truly is a dog-kin, embracing every part of her nature with an intensity that makes me harder than ever.

Her nose brushes against my shaft, the sensation forcing it to twitch involuntarily. Blossom inhales deeply, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors my scent. It's as if she's committing every detail to memory, her instincts driving her to understand every aspect of her master.

After getting her fill of my scent she parts her lips to reveal her wet tongue but I stop her.

I settle into the chair, the weight of the transformation still lingering in my mind, but the desire coursing through me is far stronger. Blossom remains kneeling before me, her wide eyes glued to my form, still processing the sudden change.

"Now, I know something out of this world just happened right before your eyes," I say, a mix of humor and need in my tone, "but I'm rather desperate here, Blossom, so let's not waste any time. Let's get the party started."

The sound of my voice seems to snap her out of her daze. In an instant, her eyes brighten with eagerness, mirroring the excitement pulsing through me. I'm not the only one ready for the next step.

"Tell me, Blossom," I say, leaning forward slightly, "how much did your mother teach you about servicing a man with your mouth?"

She tilts her head, thinking for a moment, before answering with an enthusiastic smile. "She said that if Blossom does it eagerly, her chosen man will fall for her charms!"

I can't help but chuckle at her innocence, though a small part of me tenses with concern. "So, no specific techniques, huh?" I murmur, my eyes drifting to her sharp canine fangs. A shiver of anxiety runs through me. While most of her teeth are humanoid, those four keen fangs are a strong reminder of her dog-kin nature.

It's not that I doubt Blossom's intelligence- she's sharp in her own way- but her occasional ditziness has me a bit on edge. The last thing I want is an overzealous mistake.

"Alright, Blossom," I say, choosing my words carefully, "we need to set some ground rules. You see, my cock… it's my most precious personal treasure. If anything were to happen to it, well, I'd lose all motivation to live. So, I need you to treat it like the most fragile gem in the world." I pause, making sure my words sink in. "In other words, be very, very careful with your teeth."

Blossom's eyes widen with comprehension, and she nods vigorously. "Blossom understands!"

I allow a smile to curl up on my lips. "Good girl," I say, pleased by her enthusiasm. "Now, here's my second request for the night, and it ties directly into what I just told you." I lean in, lowering my voice as I give her detailed instructions on how I want her to proceed.

Blossom listens intently, hanging on every word, her focus unbroken. Once I'm finished with my instructions, I lean back into the chair, making myself comfortable, anticipation humming between us. As I watch her prepare I can't help but feel a deep, thrilling excitement at what's about to unfold.