Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 958: Stop

Her moans rose higher, becoming sharp gasps that soon turned into broken cries. Her entire body trembled as she ground against him faster, tighter.

“I- ah! ah~! I’m… I’m!!”

Vex’s head snapped back, her voice shattering into a scream of pleasure as her orgasm hit the woman like a thunderclap. Her legs locked around him, her fingers raking down his back.

Quinlan joined her, painting her womb’s walls white with his [Blessed Seed], giving the woman what she had been craving for months. As soon as his seed entered Vex, her cries turned into overdrive as she shrieked without a care in the world. Then, something snapped in the woman as she lost her voice and her eyes rolled backward into their sockets.

He held her through it with a satisfied grin plastered across his face. “Round one is done for my sexy Hexwitch…” he murmured, before giving her forehead a loving kiss, then he set her down slowly, carefully, as though placing something precious back into a velvet box.

But before he could even turn, there was one more eager presence to address.

Blossom.

The dogkin girl was busy at work, her tongue trailing over him with single-minded hunger. Her entire form was trembling with the need for more even as she was given free rein to do as she wished. She simply couldn’t get enough.

Quinlan reached behind him and grabbed onto the eager dogkin’s head. He gently pulled her away, but Blossom didn’t wish to comply, her hands finding his thighs and refusing to let go.

He wasn’t one to deny his lovers what they wanted, but he would greatly prefer to greet her properly after such a long time of separation. Other pleasures such as this can come after the first round.

“Blossom.”

The single word—deep, commanding—froze her on the spot. Her tail stiffened, and her tongue paused mid-lick. Slowly, she pulled back and looked up at him with wide, guilty eyes.

Her cheeks burned hot pink. “M-Master…” she whimpered.

Without another word, he reached down, curling his fingers into her hair. Blossom gasped as he lifted her to her feet.

Quinlan led her toward the edge of the rooftop. The stronghold lay below them, the forests beyond standing as a shadowy vision under the night sky.

Blossom’s heart pounded in her chest. This wasn’t the first time her Master had manhandled her, and certainly won’t be the last, that much the turbo-submissive girl knew very well. However, she still couldn’t help but feel her heart beat rapidly in her chest.

Quinlan bent her over the railing. Her hands braced instinctively against the cool material as she arched her back, hips raised like an offering.

The next moment…

She gasped as he drove into her with no teasing, no foreplay. Just raw, hungry, pent-up need unleashed all at once.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed into the night as Quinlan took her in the doggy position, pounding away at her from behind with reckless abandon.

Slap!

While getting her senses overloaded with her Master ravaging her pussy, Blossom’s whole body jolted at the sudden sting across her rear.

A second slap came. Then a third.

As a result, Blossom’s moans poured out, uncontrolled and needy. “Master…! M-More…! Harder…! Blossom can take it!”

Quinlan was more than happy to comply. For the next few minutes, he showered the girl in many firm slaps on her reddening butt while stuffing her womb full.

But then, his hand slid down, gripping onto her fluffy tail. His fingers wrapped around it like a leash and with a sudden yank…

“YIP!”

Her body buckled as a tremor shot through her. Her knees gave out from the mini-explosion that came as a result of his actions. But thanks to the railing and Quinlan’s grip on her body, she remained in position, letting her Master continue slamming into her.

Blossom trembled, panting, her ears flattened against her head. “M-Master…! Blossom’s tail isn’t for… ahhnnn!”

“Oh, but it absolutely is.” He twirled it between his fingers, watching with delighted fascination as every tug sent shivers up her spine and made her walls clench hard around his member.

Then, his gaze slid lower.

To the little faux cat tail nestled snugly between her asscheeks, the buttplug the other girls had so mischievously helped her pick for this roleplay of hers.

His fingers toyed with it, giving it much gentler tugs than her real tail. Blossom shuddered violently.

“M-Master… w-wait! HNnnnGG!”

A gentle pull was all it took, and the soft pop was drowned under Blossom’s sharp, keening moan as her body convulsed with another overwhelming rush of pleasure.

But Quinlan wasn’t done.

Not even close.

His fingers trailed over the soft, now-exposed skin, tracing teasing circles.

“You know… You’ve been pretty obsessed with licking me down there, Blossom…”

Her ears perked, then flattened fast. “W-Wait, Master, that’s!”

“No. No running. No hiding.” His palm slid over her rear, spreading her cheeks gently. “If you love something so much… shouldn’t you let me return the favor?”

Her breath hitched. “B-Blossom… Blossom doesn’t think Master should- ahhhn!!”

She never finished the sentence.

Quinlan’s lips were already there.

Her eyes shot open wide. Her whole body jolted. “A-Ah… M-Master’s… M-Master’s actually…!!”

Her words melted into a string of broken moans as his tongue worked with utterly devastating precision. Gentle, teasing flicks became longer, firmer strokes that had her knees trembling. Her grip on the railing turned white-knuckled. Her brain simply… stopped.

“Master… Master… that’s… n-not supposed to- ah!”

“Not supposed to?” Quinlan paused to ask, warm breath ghosting over her overly sensitive skin. “What are you trying to say, Blossom? You’re my girl. No part of you is off-limits. No place is dirty to me. Not when it’s you.”

Her only answer was a needy, wanton whine.

And then he was back at it, relentless.

When he finally pulled back minutes later, Blossom was panting like she’d just run a marathon, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. Her face was pure, embarrassed heaven.

She dared a glance over her shoulder. “M-Master…?”

Quinlan was already grinning, stroking himself lazily in one hand. His other hand trailed possessively over the curve of her rear. “You still trust me?”

Her eyes softened instantly. “Always.”

“Good.” His grin deepened. “Because we’re not done.”

He stood back up and his tip brushed against her back door entrance.

“Master, that’s…!?”

“Shh…” His tone dropped, deep and soothing. “You know I won’t force you to do anything, so tell me, do you not want to?”

Hearing his question, Blossom’s heart thudded wildly. Her head dipped, her tail arched higher, and with a tiny, bashful nod, her voice came out barely above a whisper.

“…O-Okay. Blossom is ready… Just please… be gentle, Master…”

“But of course.”

He pressed the tip of his cock against her most forbidden entrance.

“Relax your muscles, Blossom… That’s going to make the experience much better for you.”

Blossom whimpered, her ears twitching. She took her Master’s words to heart, knowing he’d be right. So she closed her eyes and forced her body to relax. Soon, her tail began wagging again despite herself. Her body shook not from fear, but from anticipation, from the heady thrill of surrendering herself to her beloved Master in an even deeper way.

As Quinlan began his exploratory descent, her fingers clawed at the railing. Yet where she’d expected discomfort… there was only overwhelming heat. His earlier attention—his mouth, his tongue—had prepared her perfectly. Her body welcomed him, even here.

He slid his hand through her silky blonde hair and gave a firm pull. Her spine bent back until her teary, pleasure-drunk gaze met his.

“I want to see your face during your first anal experience, Blossom. Don’t you dare try hiding any emotions. I want to see everything.”

Her lips trembled when her brain registered his words, but then she tiptoed and moved her face upward, locking them in a desperate kiss. Their tongues met in a chaotic dance, messy and fervent.

Her heart raced. Her body felt… full. So full it was almost unbearable, and yet it wasn’t. It was perfect. More than she ever imagined. The forbidden became sacred in his hands.

Quinlan’s free hand roamed forward, cupping her breast, his thumb pulling on her stiff nipples, teasing her until her moans vibrated directly into his mouth.

With each slow, grinding thrust, the tension built higher. Blossom began to move with him, pressing back against his rhythm, her pride swelling with every moment. She could do this. She was taking Master, all of him.

And it felt… incredible.

“Ahhhnnn!! M-Master…!” she gasped, breaking the kiss only to gasp for air. Her toes curled, her whole frame locking as waves of overwhelming pleasure started to overtake her.

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