Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of her movement. The act is more than just physical; it's a display of her deep trust and loyalty. I can see small trembles shaking her body all over, whether due to anticipation or nervousness, or a bit of both, is hard to tell.

"Blossom apologizes from the bottom of her heart for acting without showing the proper respect her alpha and master deserves." She states with slow, deliberate words which successfully emphasize her sincerity.

After a minute of me silently marveling at this otherworldly display of hers, she becomes impatient and lifts her head slightly, her gaze locking with mine. There's only dedication in her eyes, eyes that are begging silently for my forgiveness and approval.

I didn't tell her that she can raise her head, but I will let her off the hook this once, after all, she isn't really deserving of a serious punishment… I'm just having her assist in fulfilling my desires and a bit of roleplay certainly sets the mood better than anything.

"Good girl," I finally say, my voice soft yet firm. "Now, come to me."

Blossom raises herself slowly and while still being on her knees, begins to crawl toward me with a determined look and the sensual shaking of her thin hips. As she reaches the foot of the chair, she kneels before me and rests her head on my thigh and then looks up at me, gazing deeply into my eyes. How can she be this naturally submissive?

She doesn't even need to try, and her actions will still end up singing tales of her subservience.

I reach out with my hand and cup her cheek into my palm and stroke her skin gently with my thumb.

What a wonderful woman…

I slowly guide her head to my crotch. There's no need for words between the two of us, we are on the same wavelength. The smallest gestures from me are understood on a spiritual level by my cherished mate. I let go of her face to comfortably lean back in my seat in order to have the best view of her presentation of devotion unfolding right in front of my eyes.

She starts with the gentle, wet, and emotion-filled kiss on the tip of my member which I've taught her previously.

However, in the next moment Blossom surprises me greatly when she- by some mythical ability of hers- reads my desire completely without me having to even hint at it, and moves her tantalizing lips down from the tip to the base of my shaft accompanied by a long, slow, sensual lick of her tongue, then greedily gobbles my family jewels up who disappear in her mouth entirely.

It feels incredibly warm and welcoming to be inside her saliva-decorated mouth, so much so that my jewels are constantly sending my brain their votes regarding who might be the best girl in the whole damn universe. If there's one thing for certain, it's that they enjoy their new home much more than simply dangling unceremoniously between my legs.

I can't stop myself from involuntarily shuddering when I feel her tongue begin caressing my sack by playfully twirling her tongue around it, which is further accentuated by Blossom grabbing my member with her right hand and sensually stroking it up and down.

She moves her arm with just enough speed that I'm neither bored nor overwhelmed, so that I can focus on the main attraction of her performance.

She intentionally set up the handjob to be the tasty side-dish whose purpose is to elevate the flavor of the main one, and I must say that she achieved her desired result magnificently since I can already feel myself getting closer and closer to the point of no return.

Perhaps sensing that she is having the desired effect with her unexplainably sharp intuition, she grabs my right hand with her left one and interlocks our fingers in a gentle display of affection.

I'm always down for some hand holding, so I happily squeeze my palm around hers in an effort to further convey that she is doing amazingly.

Soon after she began, wet slurping noises started filling up the inn room which are accompanied by my blissful grunts that get drawn out by her onslaught of endless pleasure. After she's licked my balls for a few minutes she decides to change tactics and begins sucking my jewel pouch in mightily, resembling a vacuum cleaner who desperately wants to steal my sack and its contents at any cost.

"Argh!" A loud groan of pleasure escapes my lips.

I had no idea that getting my balls caressed would feel this exquisite, but perhaps the fact that it's Blossom doing the act who I love with all my heart and not a woman I have mixed or weak feelings for elevates the experience this play provides for the receiver.

After five minutes of euphoric delight I know I won't last for long, so I release my hold on her left hand and guide it to my shaft. "I'm close. Finish me with both of your hands." I instruct, and she obeys while making cute muffled sounds on my balls as she attempts to answer to my order verbally.

In the next moment I can feel both of her delicate palms and fingers enveloping my member, radiating their welcoming warmth that makes the divine sensations my precious friend receives all the greater.

Then, her near-religious pumping begins- she strokes me up and down with so much enthusiasm that I have to conduct a mighty inner struggle to elongate the session for as long as I physically can.

I lean back in the chair, closing my eyes and focus on the pleasure that Blossom is bringing me. Her soft moans fill the room, as her tongue and lips never cease their assault on my family jewels, they are completely drenched to the point of suffocation in her otherworldly enticing throat juices.