Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 189: The Quinlan Special 3

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 monsterʼs distant growls, Ayameʼs hallucinating mumbles, Blossomʼs slurping noises, and the rapid schlicking my fingers cause in her feminine folds.

What an otherworldly situation weʼve found ourselves in. I canʼt 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 itʼs 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.

Blossomʼs 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 thatʼs overwhelming her.

”Blade, ready yourself, itʼs 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 Blossomʼs lower lips. ”I canʼt 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 itʼs 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 itʼs 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 Blossomʼs divine nectar reach the floor. ”Is this normal?!”

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

Blossomʼs chestʼs heaving and bodyʼs 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 donʼt 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. 𝐫₳Ŋŏ฿Ê𝘴

I know she doesnʼt really mean it.

While Ayame stands to complete her task, I touch Blossomʼs 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 Blossomʼs wet folds once again. ”Blade, get the next sock ready. Since sheʼd already came once, the following eruptions will happen faster and easier.”

”Ghost isnʼt erupting…! Master is ruining her body! She wasnʼt 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, donʼt you?” I ask.

Her tail starts hitting me as it ʼturns onʼ 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, donʼt you? It didnʼt 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.

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

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

”You canʼt say such things, even if theyʼre 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? Isnʼt it too much? How is this even possible? Wonʼt she shrivel up from dehydration?” She begins bombarding me with questions.