Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

I love her.

I don't want her to have a full-on panic attack, so I lean in and whisper into her ear; "I would never beat my women up, but you are still going to be put in your place. After all, there's more than one way for a man to discipline his badly behaving mate, Blossom, and you are going to experience the Quinlan special."

"Really…?" She finally turns her head to look me in the eyes.

"Of course."

"... Alright!" She replies cheerily while wiping her tears away with her fingers, after which she puts her arms around my neck and nuzzles her face into my shoulder.

Why are you so happy? You are still going to be punished, my dearest Blossom, for I'm finding myself to be in a rather domineering mood at this moment.

As we trek down the streets we turn quite a few heads, we must be quite the spectacle after all. A 2 meters tall (6'6") man princess carrying his beautiful dog-kin slave who clings to him like a lovesick wife isn't something people can see every day, but neither of us pays any attention to the bystanders and their opinions.

We soon step into the inn of our choice (the closest one I found), the cozy warmth of the place wraps around us, the soft glow of lanterns casting a welcoming light over the wooden interior. Behind the counter, a young woman with cute freckles and an auburn hair tied in a loose braid looks up from the ledger she's been studying.

Her eyes, a striking shade of green, widen slightly as she takes in the sight of us.

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Blossom, still cradled in my arms, chooses that exact moment to nuzzle against my neck, her warm breath teasing my skin as she eagerly licks a trail up towards my ear. It seems she can no longer keep her enthusiasm hidden at the prospect of being dommed into oblivion by her chosen alpha, master and mate but it's also clear that her little display is having an effect on the youthful innkeeper.

The girl behind the counter flushes a deep shade of red, her gaze flicking between us as she struggles to maintain her composure. Her hands fumble with the ledger, and she quickly looks away, but not before I catch the wide-eyed, flustered expression on her face.

She's clearly trying to focus on her work, but Blossom's affectionate antics are making that nearly impossible for a girl like her who oozes virgin energies.

"W-Welcome, um, w-we have a few rooms available," she stammers, her voice trembling slightly as she glances back up at us, her cheeks still burning with embarrassment.

"I'll take one," I reply, my voice steady despite the way Blossom continues her affectionate assault on my neck which creates echoing wet noises in the quiet hall of the inn. "I don't care about much else, but I'd recommend a sturdy bed and thick walls- the latter one being obviously for the sake of your other guests."

The girl's blush deepens even further, and she quickly ducks her head, focusing intently on the task of retrieving the room key. Her hands are shaking slightly as she hands it over to me, her gaze firmly fixed on the counter, but I catch her sneaking glances at us, more specifically at Blossom and her actions, at quite the frequent intervals.

A modest girl like her must be surprised that women can show such a lewd, horny side of themselves in public without shame. Well, my Blossom is certainly a special girl.

"Th-The room is upstairs, third door on the left," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Thank you," I say, offering her a nod before heading toward the stairs, Blossom still nestled securely in my arms. The young innkeeper watches us go, her face a picture of flustered confusion, and I can't help but smile at the effect we've had on a youngster like her.

"Ah, before I forget," I turn back towards the freckled girl, "do you do room service?"

She simply nods eagerly.

"Then in an hour please bring us some refreshments."

"Understood, sir!" Oh, she finally seems to have regained some confidence.

I flash her a smile which earns me another flustered reaction from her, Then I turn towards the stairs and enter our designated room. Once inside, I let Blossom down from my arms and look at her intently. She squirms under my gaze both due to her nervousness, guilt and badly hidden excitement.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

Blossom's eyes flicker nervously to the floor as she fails to hold my gaze, her shoulders slightly hunched as if trying to make herself smaller. Her fingers begin to fiddle with each other in front of her body, twisting and tangling like a child who was caught in the act of mischief.

Her ears, usually perked up and alert, droop slightly, and her tail- normally wagging energetically- hangs low, brushing against the floor. The guilt is evident in her every movement, but there's also a spark of excitement she can't quite hide, betraying her anticipation for what's to come.

After a moment of silence, she finally speaks, her voice small and wavering. "Umm…! Blossom is very sorry for behaving like a bad girl!"

"And what will you do to correct your mistake?"

"Whatever Master wants!"

"Good. Start by losing all your unnecessary apparel. Remember, Blossom, when good girls apologize to their master, they do it in their birthday suits."

She nods eagerly and loses her clothes in the blink of an eye, after which she returns to her squeamish state of being.

"Now undress me."

Blossom quickly does as told and I quickly find my love lance pushing his twitching head into my beloved dog-kin's soft and appetizing tummy.

It's not your time to shine yet… I attempt to calm him down, very unsuccessfully.

Well, he can remain standing at attention if he wants to.

I waltz over to a rather comfy-looking sofa and sit down. "It's time you begin showing your sincerity in earnest, Blossom."

She hesitates for just a second, gathering her courage, before lowering herself to the floor. Slowly, she bends forward, pressing her forehead to the ground while raising her butt towards the ceiling with a sensual, deep arching of her spine.

Her hands are placed on either side of her head and are turned with her palm facing towards the sky in a gesture of deep submission, and her tail lies flat behind her, showing complete respect and humility.