Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

I've heard stories, of course, but I thought those were tales drawn up by men boasting and lying about their achievements... But I'm seeing the evidence of their reality in person... I've tried the act of pleasure with my middle finger before, in the privacy of my own room, and while it felt pretty good, it was nothing like this.

I've never felt anything so powerful that it would leave me in such a... ridiculous state.

My eyes dart back to the man, and I'm suddenly very aware of the reason why she's like that. I can see his dangling, girthy manhood dangling between his legs even with his back turned to me, and I swallow hard as the realization dawns on me. There's no way my dainty fingers could ever compare to that... that... monster.

A wave of embarrassment washes over me as I try to process everything, my thoughts racing. How could I ever have imagined that what I've experienced in my lonesome was even close to what he can provide for his partner? The girl on the bed is living proof that there's a whole other level of pleasure that I can barely comprehend, and it's all because of him.

The man glances back at me, his expression clearly amused as he catches my wide-eyed, flustered reaction. "Don't forget to close the door on your way out."

The man's words send a jolt through me, and I yelp, jumping in place as if I've been caught doing something I shouldn't. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I realize I've been gawking at him and the girl on the bed like some sort of perverted voyeur. How could I be so rude?

Snapping the door shut with more force than necessary, I turn and practically flee down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. The wooden floor creaks beneath my feet as I make my way down the stairs, trying to regain some semblance of composure. My mind is racing, and I can feel sweat beginning to bead on my forehead, trickling down the back of my neck.

As I finally reach the reception desk, I lean against it, trying to catch my breath. It's only then that I realize something crucial- I completely forgot to chide them for their unruly behavior. The whole reason I went up there in the first place was to make sure they weren't disturbing the other guests, and now all I can think about is... well, things I really shouldn't be thinking about!

What kind of innkeeper am I? How could I get so distracted? My face is still flushed, and my thoughts are a tangled mess of confusion, curiosity, and a newfound awareness that leaves me feeling more than a little shaken.

And then, as if things couldn't get any worse, the realization hits me like a ton of bricks- I'm going to have to wash the sheets after they check out. The thought of what I'll find up there makes my stomach flip, and I feel the heat rising to my cheeks all over again. I can barely handle the idea of facing them, let alone dealing with their... aftermath.

With a sigh, I shake my head, trying to clear my mind. I need to focus. After all, my parents left me in charge, and it's my responsibility to make sure everything runs smoothly. But as I glance back at the stairs, I can't help but wonder if I'll ever be able to look at that man- or his companion- the same way again.

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Pov: Quinlan

After two blissful hours of plowing my Blossom senseless, I spent the next twenty minutes nursing her back to a state of a functioning brain and body before checking out of the inn. The innkeeper girl kept giving me a strange glance throughout the procedure.

Well, I know exactly what she was thinking in her pretty little head, which is that the two of us are the biggest perverts she's seen in her life, amongst other things.

For a moment I must admit that I was tempted to invite her in to have fun with us and to provide me with the first threesome experience of my life, but then I came to the conclusion that I'm not going to become a man-slut who lusts after every single chick that looks at least somewhat tantalizing. If I demand complete loyalty from my women- which I do- I shouldn't just fuck around all the time.

I won't hold myself back if I meet a girl who particularly sparks my interest, but I don't want to become a lecherous manwhore.

Should fate wish, I will meet this timid girl once again and perhaps she will make a strong enough impression on me then.

"Since Blossom is a good girl now… Can Master and Blossom resume the Gourmet Quest?" My gorgeous dog-kin speaks up to ask an important question.

Oh, yeah, that. I completely forgot about it. We were supposed to try every delicacy of the market but I got severely sidetracked by her evil temptations.

"Sure." I respond and we begin our search for our target.

The next few stops include smoked sausages, spiced potato wedges, and a rich stew served in bread bowls. Each dish is better than the last, and with every bite, I feel more invigorated, as if the food itself is fueling my energy reserves, which admittedly did get somewhat depleted thanks to devouring my Blossom's luscious body.

Blossom for her part seems to be in heaven. She's practically bouncing on her feet between each stall, her dog-kin nature showing as she sniffs out the best foods and eagerly anticipates the next bite. Her joy is contagious, and I find myself unable to suppress happy grins from appearing on my features as we continue our all-important quest.

Eventually, after a considerable amount of savory dishes, we decide it's time to indulge our sweet tooth. We approach a stall that boasts a dazzling array of confections. There are honey cakes, fruit tarts, candied nuts, and more. Blossom's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of the sugary delights.

"Master, can we try everything here too?!" she asks, her voice tinged with childlike excitement.

"Of course," I reply with a chuckle. "It wouldn't be a proper Gourmet Quest if we didn't sample every type of food."