Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

[Author: Check 'Character Pictures' chapter for extra immersion ( deg ? deg )]

"Master..." she begins, her voice soft and absurdly alluring, "Blossom's mother told her that when she finds her beloved, she should serve him with her tongue and mouth... Supposedly it will steal the man's heart..." She gazes at me with a blend of innocence and desire. "Is this a dog-kin custom, or would Master also enjoy it?"

I stare at my lovely canine-girl in mute silence for a few seconds, blinking in disbelief. Did she really just say that? My adorable, pure Blossom offered to service me with her luscious lips and tantalizing tongue? One glance at her expression confirms that, yes, she did indeed just utter those words.

Well, I'm not going to be a virgin shounen character who turns this offer down, and I'm also not going to ruin the mood by asking stupid virgin questions like 'Is this really what you want?' or 'Are you sure about this, Blossom?' Just one look in her desire-filled eyes is answer enough. She wants me just as much as I want her.

"I believe your mother has taught you a rather universal custom, Blossom... I can't speak for all species but at the very least, I would absolutely love it." I state with absolute confidence.

Her uncertainty dissolves upon receiving my positive reply, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She visibly relaxes, confirming that her mother's teachings are not useless despite her master's difference in race.

"Master... Then please allow Blossom to serve you with all her heart!" She shouts suddenly, her intensity palpable. She is even more excited than I am, and I am the one about to receive her adoration. What a lovely girl.

She rises from my lap and looks at me expectantly. I chuckle at her eagerness, then stand to undress myself completely. If we are going to do this, I want to do it the right way. I start with the dark robes we bought today after we came out of the labyrinth, then move my hand to the hem of my shirt.

Blossom, who has been eyeing me intently thus far, steps forward and grabs my hands. "Blossom wants to help!" With a happy smile, I release my shirt and raise my hands towards the ceiling to assist her in unrobing me. She gently completes the action in a single, fluid motion.

After the upper garment comes my trousers. She unbuttons them rather skillfully; I honestly expected her to fumble around with it for a while. She kneels and gently pulls the legs off after I raise them one after the other.

Only two pieces of clothing remain: my socks and my underwear. She decides to start with the easier one, my socks. While taking them off, she sniffs each intently, an ecstatic expression erupting on her already rather lewd face. I should have gotten used to it by this point. My dog-girl has a smell fetish, nothing overly weird or unexpected there as far as I am concerned.

However, seeing her face now, I have to admit that she is not as innocent as I thought. Blossom certainly has her own womanly needs and desires, which I will make sure to fulfill to my utmost ability.

The last item of clothing enters her vision, and she gulps, not with fear but with exhilaration for what's to come evident in her beautiful crystal blue eyes.

Now, I have an admission to make. I have a lot of repressed desires that I was unable to fulfill back home, due to the few ladies whom I managed to hook up with turning out to be rather prudish, so much so that only one girl was willing to give me head, but even that was quite lacking in enthusiasm.

Blossom hasn't even started yet but she is already better... But because of my adorable dog-kin's obvious borderline worship towards my person I get the urge to try some of the not so vanilla things with her.

If there's one woman in the universe who is willing to accommodate my rather unorthodox requests it's going to be the girl kneeling in front of me and staring at my pants as if a dragon could emerge from it at any second and gobble her up.

I decide to just go for it. If she feels uncomfortable, we can always go back to the vanilla side of things. "Blossom," I utter her name with love evident in my voice.

"Hmm?" She finally relents from her staring contest with my bulging underwear and locks eyes with me.

"I don't know how to tell you this the right way, so I will just spit it out. I would like to try a few things out with you. Things your mother probably didn't instruct you about. Is that okay? Don't be afraid to tell me if you are against them, after all, I want you to feel good as well."

She examines my face for a second before erupting into a cute, happy giggle. "Master is too kind. Blossom will feel good if Master is happy! Master shouldn't hold his desires back because Blossom will accept them all with open arms!"

I have no other words besides, "you are the best girl in the whole damn world, Blossom."

"Hehehe!" She accepts my declaration with a merry giggle.

"Alright. Before my first request, let me undress you as well. I want to see your gorgeous form in its entirety."

She simply nods and I reach down to help her stand up.

The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow across the room, creating an atmosphere that is both intimate and inviting. Blossom stands before me, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, cascading down her back like a shimmering waterfall. The shirt she wears- my shirt- hangs loosely on her shoulders, teasingly revealing glimpses of her smooth, golden skin.

She looks at me with eyes filled with both trust and anticipation, her cheeks flushed with a hint of color that only adds to her allure. As I step closer, the soft glow of the candles seems to highlight every curve of her breathtaking form.