Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Blossom takes a deep breath, steadying herself as she steps up to the table. With a playful glance over her shoulder, she hops up onto it with a light, graceful leap, her movements fluid and agile. I'm once again reminded that I have another acrobatic genius on my hands. Once on top, she lies back slowly, her golden hair cascading around her like a shimmering waterfall.

Her eyes meet mine, a blend of shyness and excitement reflecting in their depths, as she gently spreads her legs, revealing her beautiful curves. Her skin glows in the warm candlelight, highlighting every exquisite contour of her body.

With her back arched slightly, she positions herself comfortably, her hands resting by her sides. She watches me with anticipation, a mix of vulnerability and trust etched across her features.

I pull a chair up to the table with a deliberate motion, settling myself down as if preparing for a feast. Well, I am, in fact, preparing for a feast. Her eyes track my every move, and her tail gives an eager wag as it taps lightly against the table.

Now, pleasuring a woman is a skill I'm rather confident in. I might not be able to make an experienced prostitute scream in ecstasy but I believe a complete virgin like Blossom stands absolutely no chance against me.

I lean in, taking in the intoxicating scent of Blossom's arousal, her body laid out before me like a banquet of delights.

Gently, I place my hands on her thighs, spreading them further apart as I draw closer, savoring this unique, beautiful moment. I start with soft, teasing kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, relishing the slight tremble of her muscles in response to my touch.

Her breathing grows shallow, her chest rising and falling with increasing urgency. Her eyes grow wide as she watches me go to work on her delicious skin.

I continue my teasing trail until I finally reach her core, my tongue flicking out to taste her sweetness before leaving a long, deep kiss on her folds. Blossom gasps, her body jolting with unexpected pleasure as the wave crashes over her, catching her by surprise. With a sharp, delighted yelp, she climaxes, her entire form shuddering as she surrenders to the intense sensation.

I smile against her skin, feeling the echoes of her release and feel encouraged by her powerful reaction.

"What wasss that, Master?!" She slurs her words, her explosive release evidently leaving her not only shocked in body but mind as well.

I chuckle at her adorable antics and leave a long, love-filled kiss on her flower before raising my head to answer her question. "That, my precious Pupcake, was a sign of your submission to me as not only your master but mate as well."

"Eh? But Blossom has already submitted herself..."

"In your mind, yes, but until I fully satisfy your feminine desires I can't claim to have dominion over you physically as well. At least, not in the way I want to."

"Oh... Then Master has to make Blossom submit entirely!"

I should be the one saying that... What a lovely girl. I just want to eat her up.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

The first of many orgasms of the night have been officially achieved.

She may have played me like a piano, but now I'm about to become an entire orchestra, composing a symphony so powerful that even Mozart wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking notes.

Determined to exact vengeance, I begin to explore her folds, my tongue moving in soft, slow strokes that make her hips rise instinctively to lean into my touch. Her taste is intoxicating, a sweet nectar that fuels my desire to bring her to the heights of ecstasy she's never even dreamed of being possible before.

Blossom's hands find their way to my hair, her fingers tangling in my newly formed wildly long locks as her body succumbs to the sensations I'm providing. Her moans start softly, gentle whimpers that gradually rise in volume and intensity.

As I continue my ministrations, her body begins to writhe beneath me, moving with a rhythm that is all according to my inputs. Her hips buck involuntarily so much so that I have to hold her steady as I intensify my efforts with my tongue dancing expertly over and in her most sensitive spot.

The wetness between her legs gradually increases so much so that I begin to think that her cave her a natural spring in it. Her arousal spills forth as her body responds eagerly to every flick and swirl of my tongue. Blossom's moans transform into cries of pleasure, each sound a testament to the bliss she's experiencing.

I glance up briefly to see her face flushed, her eyes closed in bliss as she surrenders completely to the sensations coursing through her body. Her breathing becomes erratic, each breath a ragged gasp as she draws closer to the edge. Her legs involuntarily wrap around my head as she instinctively pulls me deeper into her bewitching depths.

I happily accept the invitation.

Then, with a final cry of pleasure, she tips over the precipice for a second time, her body convulsing as she experiences the overwhelming rush of release. Her climax is much more intense this time, a powerful surge that has her squirting like there's no tomorrow, a torrent of pleasure escaping her body in a way that leaves her gasping for air.

I indulge myself in her essence with gratitude, savoring the taste of her love juices as I hold her quivering body steady. Blossom's eyes flutter open, wide with shock and wonder at the intensity of what she's just experienced.

"Oh, Master… Blossom is so sorry…" she murmurs breathlessly, her voice tinged with alarm. "Blossom didn't know that she could…"

I pull back slightly, grinning up at her with a playful glint in my eye. "There's nothing to apologize for, Blossom. You were perfect, I told you that you would become my snack, so thanks for the amazing meal!"

She blushes deeply while still attempting to catch her breath, her body occasionally shuddering with the remnants of her climax. "Master is welcome to eat Blossom again at any time…" she states with a soft whisper, her eyes fluttering as if she's on the verge of fainting from the intensity of it all.

With gentle hands, I help her sit up, pulling her into a comforting embrace as she comes down from the heights of pleasure. Blossom nestles against me, her heart racing beneath her skin, still reeling from the exquisite sensations that have left her both exhausted and exhilarated. Her tail flicks lazily beside her, a satisfied wag that mirrors the contentment radiating from her entire being.

"Has Master made Blossom submit to him fully now?" She inquires with beady, worried eyes. Why are you more nervous about my success in making your body entirely subservient to me than I am, you beautiful woman?

I can't help but pet her head a few times while simply absorbing all the happy emotions my brain is receiving from this blessed existence who has chosen me.

"Not yet, Blossom. The main attraction of the night is coming up now. Everything we've done so far was just to warm our bodies up and get into the right mood. How are you feeling? Can you continue?"

She pants heavily, still nuzzled into my lap as she replies energetically; "Blossom can continue!" Naturally, the expected answer came. I'm absolutely certain that she would tell me to continue using her body even after she faints.

I chuckle and pull her into my arms, standing up with her gently cradled against me. I move to where our bag rests, then kneel on one knee, bending the other to form a makeshift seat with my thigh horizontal to the ground. Carefully, I sit Blossom down upon my elevated knee. Then I reach for the waterskin in our bag, I hold it up to her lips, and she eagerly drinks its contents in mere seconds.

Blossom might've lost more fluids than I had thought? She certainly released an admirable amount...

I lift her up once again and this time bring her to the bed. I will make sure to take her first time in a gentle manner, one which she can look back to with fond memories. I'm not a brute that would take such a lovely girl's virginity on top of the wooden table.

I'm a real gentleman, after all.