Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

I then place her down on her back and put a pillow under her head to let her rest. No matter what she says, she is obviously pretty exhausted.

As I'm about to enter her cave with my tip she speaks up; "since Master didn't have any requests for Blossom this time, could she ask for one…?" She looks at me with great uncertainty in her eyes, clearly thinking that she has no right to tell me what to do.

"Of course, go ahead."

"Blossom wants to sit in Master's embrace and kiss him as he penetrates her…" She looks me deep in the eyes as if studying my soul. I can tell that she is thinking that she has no right to tell me what to do, but all of her experiences with me so far tell her that I will entertain her request, so she is waiting to see if her logic or intuition ends up winning.

Who am I to refuse such a sweet request?

A woman's first time is to be cherished, after all.

I gently guide Blossom into a sitting position on my lap, feeling the warmth of her skin as she settles against me. Her arms drape around my neck, and I can feel the slight tremble in her fingers as she holds on. "Are you ready?" I ask softly, brushing a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. She nods, biting her lip with a shy smile that only makes my rod swell with more affection.

We lean closer, and our lips meet in a tender kiss, the world around us fading away. The kiss deepens, becoming an intimate dance as our breaths mingle, and I feel her relax into my embrace. I try to convey with this kiss that I will treasure this moment just as much as she does.

Slowly, I begin to ease her down, feeling her warmth envelop me as I enter her for the first time. Her body tenses momentarily, and I pause, waiting for her to adjust, cradling her with great care in the meanwhile. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, her breaths coming in soft, rapid bursts.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. Starting with an 8 incher right off the bat might not be the ideal scenario for a virgin. Though, I've not yet inserted myself into her folds all the way yet.

She nods again, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she shifts slightly, growing accustomed to the sensation. "Blossom is okay… more than okay," she breathes, her eyes shining with a mix of pain and unadulterated love.

Gradually, I continue, holding her close, my movements gentle and unhurried. I'm mindful of her reactions, attuned to every sigh and shiver that escapes her. After a few minutes Blossom's expression shifts from uncertainty and slight pain to one of pure bliss, her lips parting in quiet moans that speak of pleasure and contentment.

As we move together, there's a newfound rhythm between us, a harmony that flows naturally as if we've done this a thousand times before. Her hands grip my shoulders, her fingers pressing into my skin as she leans back, eyes fluttering closed in surrender to the moment.

Feeling her canal stretch out properly to accommodate her new guest I let gravity do its job as I release my hold on her body long enough that her lower lips are kissing the very base of my shaft. Blossom cries out, not with pain but utter bliss as she shudders involuntarily and clasps her insides together, making my new favorite sheath so tight that I almost cum immediately.

Her body's natural reaction is so stimulating that her moans are not the only sounds that fill the room anymore; I can't force my grunts back any longer. Her body has found an instinctual way to take me to heaven. What a precious existence.

Her tail flicks against my leg, an adorable reminder of her unique nature which only adds to the absolute joy I feel. Since I truly believe in the saying 'when in Rome, do as Romans do' I twirl her furry appendage around the palm of my hand and pull it towards the ceiling. Not strong enough to cause pain, but enough to get a rather animated response.

It seems I still wasn't gentle enough as Blossom arches her back, her entire body stretching out as she surrenders to the overwhelming tide of sensation. Her legs extend gracefully, toes curling as a shudder runs from her head to the tips of her fingers. Every nerve seems alive with electricity, her skin flushed with heat as she reaches the peak of her orgasm.

Her ecstatic cry fills the air, a symphony of pleasure that echoes around us, raw and uninhibited. Her eyes, half-closed and dreamy, hold a mixture of surprise and delight as she rides the wave of her overwhelming climax.

As her body trembles, her hands grip my shoulders even tighter, her nails digging into my skin as if anchoring herself in the storm of bliss. Her tail attempts to free itself with wild flicks against my palm, but I hold her steady.

I can't hold myself back anymore either, as her cave became so tight during her orgasm that my friend was almost crushed to death by her extremely muscular folds. Once I felt the slight pain from her unintended assault, I knew there was no going back.

'Please have sperm control, please have sperm control!'

I focus inwardly for a moment amidst fervent prayers, or rather, desperate begging, for me to have the ability to control my fertility. The description doesn't mention it particularly, but a man can hope. Then, I feel it activate and I understand instinctively that my seed won't sire any offspring.

Thank Goddess, I really didn't want to pull out.

I'm not ready for kids. Not physically, not mentally, not spiritually. Nope, no chance.

We sit there in muted silence which is only interrupted by our mutual pangs, moans, groans and the sound of our heated kisses. We 'rest' as such for a few minutes to restock our energy reserves, though, naturally, my friend has never left his newfound favorite home even for a second. He loves his new environment so much so that he simply refuses to come outside.

Is he becoming a NEET?

Then, we begin our second dance. This time I feel a lot more in control of the situation because the power within me seems to pulse in time with our shared rhythm, guiding me to match Blossom's every movement with precision. It's as if my body can sense her pleasure, adjusting instinctively to bring us both to the brink together.

I'm amazed at the synchronization, the way I can feel the impending climax building within her, and how my own body responds in kind.

As we move together, our connection deepens, the bond between us growing stronger with every moment. Blossom's soft cries of pleasure rise in intensity all over again, a harmonious counterpoint to my own ragged breaths. I can sense the moment when she's about to reach her peak, her body tensing and her moans becoming more urgent.

With this newfound compatibility, I adjust my own release to coincide with hers. When she finally tips over the edge, her body shuddering with the force of her climax, I follow suit, letting go at the perfect moment.

The sensation is overwhelming, a wave of ecstasy that washes over us both, leaving us breathless and trembling as we desperately clutch at the other's body as if our lives depended on it.

Blossom cries out weakly as her body quakes in my arms and I feel her go limp so I hold her close, savoring her presence and just simple existence.

I love this girl.

Blossom almost blacks out for a second but manages to hang in there. Once she regains some of her energy she begins to lick my neck and chest fervently. I believe that this is an instinctual way for her to show her adoration for me.

Naturally, I don't oppose her actions, but instead I lay her down in the bed and soon follow suit, where we cuddle in each other's embrace. I could go for more rounds, but for now I'm satisfied, and more than anything, I don't want to pressure Blossom into literally fainting from my cock. While that has a nice ring to it, as I said, I want her first time to be more on the gentle side.

There will be plenty of time for everything later.

"Fuck…" I groan. "We might want to clean this place up a bit before Ayame returns. It must be pungent from our love juices and sweat mixing together."

Blossom looks at me confusedly, "But, Master, she has been standing in front of the door of our room since we started. Blossom thought that Master knew. Miss Ayame never went on a walk as she said she would."

"Oh?" I can't help but exclaim at this unexpected new development.