Carmilla, the Witch of Lust, watched nervously as her Master approached. She felt silly being so nervous, but intimacy was still difficult for her.
She had had bad experiences in the past. It was so hard for her to trust people. She looked at her master. Just looking at him made her heart pound. She loved him so much that it was almost unimaginable for her. But her previous experiences made her want to push away even the one she loved the most. She knew better than anyone the damage that uncontained love could cause.
Even so, she trusted him. He owned her completely, so she had no right to refuse any of his advances. And she didn't truly want to.
Within her was a girl starved for true affection. Her master looked at her expectantly, and Carmilla didn't want to disappoint him. She hated showing skin, but she hated the thought of disappointing him much more. She hastily stripped her clothes off, save for her scarf. She needed to leave the scarf on. Wrapped around her neck and covering the bottom of her face, it made her feel safe. If her master really wanted, she would remove it, but he was kind. He didn't seem to mind.
She stared down at his erect dick, thinking about how good it would feel inside her. Despite her hesitation towards intimacy, when he approached her like this, his dick shamelessly displayed, it was like her brain shut off. She couldn't focus on anything else. She blushed, pulling her scarf up higher on her face, hoping to hide it.
He grabbed her hand, gently guiding it away from her face, before bending down to kiss her, and Carmilla eagerly opened her mouth to accept his tongue.
Her authority, Faceless Bride, had killed countless people just from being in her presence. They had lost themselves, forgetting to breathe, and their hearts coming to a stop. Most people who met her simply died, but her master was different. He had saved her, disabling this aspect of her ability. Nobody else had to die. Her ability had another aspect, however, and this one was fully functional.
She began to transform before his eyes. To Carmilla herself, the transformation was not visible, but others could perceive her as the thing they wanted most. This was her greatest gift.
She could become anyone, all for her master's sake. She didn't know who she was turning into, but she was an expert at playing whatever part needed to be played.
If she had his perspective, she would have seen her hair flowing out, becoming longer and turning a deep shade of crimson. Her breasts shrunk, her body became skinnier, becoming toned and athletic.
Subaru swallowed. "...Reinhard. No, I guess I'd call you…Reina, or something."
Carmilla answered him with a wide smile. "Yes! My name is Reina, and I'm your devoted sex slave!" She dropped to a knee. "Master, I pledge myself to you. Please let me know what manner of service I may perform for you!"
"You've got such pretty, feminine lips now. They look perfect for sucking cock. There's your first job as my slave."
Carmilla was more than happy to comply. She was aching to, in fact. She grasped his member in her hands, kissing the tip gently, before her tongue traced a line from the base to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head before taking him into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as she blew him, giving him the most worshipful blowjob she could.
He ran a hand through her hair, sighing.
"Reinhard, I mean, Reina. You're really good at this. Do you have a Divine Protection of Dicksucking or something?"
Carmilla genuinely wasn't sure how to answer that. It certainly wasn't a Divine Protection she had ever heard of. Figuring the question was likely rhetorical, she didn't stop her slurping of his cock, frenching the tip as she stroked him. Without warning, he came in her mouth.
She yelped, swallowing down everything she could. He fired spurt after spurt down her throat, as she gently squeezed his dick with her hand, trying to milk him for everything he had. She still had a bit in her mouth, so she pulled back and stuck out her tongue, letting him see the seed pooled on her tongue, before swallowing it all down.
"What a good girl. You swallowed it all on your first try." He praised.
His approval filled her with joy, but she had to keep playing the role she had been assigned.
"I'm glad that I was able to please you, my master." She fell onto her back, spreading her legs wide, exposing herself. She reached two fingers down, spreading her dripping folds apart. "If I may be so impudent as to make a suggestion, I would ask that you take my virginity next."
He was looking at her with such intensity, unable to hide the lust in his eyes.
Carmilla put on her most seductive expression, and reached a hand up to slowly rub one of her breasts. "Take me, Master." she rasped.
"It's really tempting, but nah, I think that's enough for now."
Carmilla's heart sank. Had she done something wrong? Had she ruined the illusion somehow? Was she not good enough to be fucked like the other witches? W-what should she do to make up for it?
"Umm, I-I'm sorry, Master! Of course, your time is too valuable to be wasted fucking me! There are other beauties here for you to enjoy yourself with, so-"
"That's not what I mean. I want to have sex with the real you, Carmilla."
Her disguise faded away, leaving Carmilla in her true form, scarf wrapped around her blushing face.
"H-huh?! Are you sure, Master?! Is that really what you want?!"
"I'm sure. I want you, Carmilla. You're beautiful."
Carmilla suddenly went dizzy, her head was spinning. Was this what it felt like to swoon? She was glad she was already lying down, because her knees suddenly felt very weak. Her heart was soaring with happiness.
"U-uh, um, I, uh!" She stammered, completely overwhelmed. She shut her eyes and shouted. "P-please g-g-go ahead! I love you, Master!"
He mounted her, kissing her passionately. Without breaking the kiss, he hilted himself inside her, making Carmilla scream into his lips.
She felt so good. Not just the physical sensations, the waves of pleasure hammering her body with every thrust from her master, but the feeling in her heart. The sheer love she felt for her master. Her past experiences with love were so awful, so ugly. But this is what love was meant to be.
Even if she wasn't the only one in his heart, he had enough love to go around. If she could be of use to him, if he was enjoying making use of her body like this, then there could be no greater existence than this.
He broke the kiss to take a nipple into her mouth, leaving Carmilla's mouth free to scream her adoration.
"Master! Master! I love you I love you I love you, Master!"
Her master's hands roamed over her body, stroking the sides of her waist, squeezing her breasts and tickling her thighs.
When he fucked her, she could forget about her past trauma, and any worries she had. This was what she was made for. She lost herself in the ecstasy caused by her master's cock, her face still partially hidden behind her scarf.
Her Master reached a hand up, and started to gently pull her scarf away, looking at Carmilla, who shyly nodded. As the silky scarf slid away, Carmilla was bereft of her final final layer of protection, leaving her totally naked.
She gently rocked her hips back up against him, as he reached down to cup Carmilla's face in his hands, kissing her again. While their lips were locked, Carmilla felt her Master's cock twitching, before an indescribable warmth flowed inside of her. Like the rest of his girls, she immediately came at the sensation, letting loose with a wild cry.
She panted hard as she came down from her orgasm, looking into his eyes. She kissed him again and again, eyes filled with happiness.
She loved him so much. He was so sweet, holding her gently as she recovered, sliding himself out of her gently and softly stroking her.
But all good things had to come to an end, and he had other ladies to satisfy. She felt a little sad as he left, but the thought of her two remaining friends getting to feel his love filled her with happiness.
She blushed, and reached a hand out to grab her discarded scarf, wrapping it around her neck once again as she watched him go. She would miss him, but she knew her master's lust was insatiable, and he would be back for her. She was somewhat of an expert on the subject.
***
Minerva watched her Master advance forward. He looked as though he was coming towards her, but he moved right past, focused on one goal.
The white-haired woman in the pure black dress, sitting nonchalantly at the table, sipping her tea. She smirked as he approached, giving his manhood an appreciative glance.
"Oh? Is it finally my turn?" she smirked.
Minerva's famous anger reached its boiling point, and as her Master got close enough to touch Echidna, there was an extremely loud crash.
He turned his head to see a sizable crater now in the ground. At its centre was Minerva, her gorgeous blonde hair blowing in the wind she had kicked up, and her sizable chest heaving. She roared and stomped her foot, causing the crater to expand.
"Unacceptable! It's not fair! I am so furious right now! I'm indignant!" she raged. "I'm fine waiting, but there are limits! You walked right past me! And you were even gonna fuck that nasty witch Echidna! Before! Me!"
With every yell, she stomped her foot again, making the very world shake and the crater expand. Tears were welled in her eyes. She couldn't believe that her Master would possibly fuck her last. That was just the kind of injustice she had sworn her life to fight against!
She knew she was being somewhat selfish, but when her Master dominated her and made her and the other witches his personal onaholes and sex slaves, he had taken up the responsibility to be considerate of all their thoughts and feelings.
She had watched him have sex with the others, and he treated them all so well.
He knew just how to handle them, and was a wonderful and gentle master. So why couldn't he be so considerate with her?!
Echidna gave her a pitying smile, enraging her further. He also seemed unconcerned with her temper tantrum, turning to Echidna.
"You should take care of her, Master." Echidna said. "There is merit in saving the best for last, after all. I'll be waiting."
She waved him away, leading her Master to focus his full attention on Minerva, making her beam with delight, Echidna's comments totally ignored. She ran towards him, throwing herself at his feet and looking up at him adoringly.
"Master! I will now take care of you! Please let me suck you off before you fuck me!❤"
His dick waved enticingly in front of her face as she pleaded to him.
"Sure, sounds good. It's quite messy by now. You should be able to taste your fellow witches on it."
He reached a hand around and grabbed the back of her head. Minerva opened her mouth to take his cock inside. She licked and sucked it.
He was right, she could definitely taste Carmilla's juices at the very least.
He reached his other hand around to the back of Minerva's head, then used them both to force her head all the way down onto his shaft, forcing her to deepthroat him. He began to jackhammer his hips, fucking her face with everything he could muster, using Minerva's throat like a fleshlight.
That was okay with her. She was a tough girl. She was confident she could handle anything her master threw at her, and she was proud to be able to take him deeper and deepthroat him better than any of her fellow witches.
Tears pooled in her eyes from the ruthless treatment but she remained determined, doing what she could to improve her master's experience with the limited control she had, moaning around his cock.
It didn't take long before he came, filling her mouth with his seed. He pulled his cock out, the last few drops spilling onto Minerva's chin. She moved a hand up to cover her mouth, not wanting any to spill out. She swallowed down every last drop, and her fingers wiped away what remained on her chin, sucking it off of her digits. She smiled at Subaru then rose to her feet.
"Did you like that, Master?! I bet you did, huh?!"
There was a loud ripping sound, as her hands tore her outfit apart, exposing herself.
"Now please fuck me! I've been waiting for so long!"
He winced. "Yeah, it looks like…that's not going to happen."
Minerva gasped in terror, on the verge of tears. It only took her a moment to find the cause behind his statement. Her Master's perfect, towering dick had now softened and gone limp. Even her incredible, manly master was capable of experiencing exhaustion. And now she wasn't going to get her turn. She wasn't going to get to feel her master's hard cock pounding her tight pussy.
Yeah, right! As if! With a roar, Minerva jumped forward, punching her Master's flaccid dick with all her might. For anyone else, throwing a punch towards their master's most vulnerable place would be unthinkable, but Minerva was a very special girl.
As her fist connected, his dick surged with energy, rapidly expanding, rising once again and reaching full mast.
Minerva crossed her arms and hmphed triumphantly, a smug expression on her face. "How about that?!"
"Nice job, Minerva. I'm completely revitalised!"
"In that case, Master, please fuck me!"
He didn't respond verbally, he just grabbed her, and forcefully pushed her to the ground. Minerva blushed at the rough treatment.
"Bend over, Minerva."
Minerva failed to hide the glee in her expression as she obeyed. On her hands and knees, she presented herself to her master. She was incredibly turned on, nipples stiff and pussy dripping wet.
She was always so stressed, so pent up, so angry at the injustice in the world, even after death. Her master's visits were the only time she could truly unwind.
She smiled as she felt her Master's hands on her hips. She could feel his hardness poking one of her buttcheeks. Her heart was racing with excitement, she couldn't contain herself. Finally, he penetrated her.
The hole that he penetrated wasn't the one that she expected, however. His dick was currently filling Minerva's tight ass, stretching it out and making her shriek in surprise.
"H-huh?! My butt?!"
"Is this your first time being fucked in the ass? Don't worry about a thing. Just leave it to your master, I promise you'll enjoy it."
It was nothing but uncomfortable at first, but as he continued to thrust inside her, his dick reaching deeper and deeper, she couldn't deny the truth of his words.
She was enjoying this. He gripped her ponytail, and pulled back on it, pulling Minerva's hair and using it as a handlebar while he fucked her. His cock thoroughly reamed her, managing to find a sensitive spot inside her and she reacted with a loud moan.
Emboldened, he started to pick up in speed, his hips slamming against her asscheeks. She tried in vain to hold back her squeals. She called his name, every one of her fellow witches staring at her. She would normally be so embarrassed she'd want to die, but her master was different.
She was proud to be owned by him. And they were all the same here. They were all equals as his sexual playthings. They had been every bit as loud as she had. She wasn't ashamed in the slightest.
On the contrary, she wanted all of them to know how well their master was fucking her ass. A brief fantasy filled her mind. Minerva, brought back to life, and her master parading her around like a trophy, letting everybody in the world know the Witch of Wrath belonged to him.
She was out of her mind with pleasure. She had no idea getting buttfucked could feel so good.
Tears fell from her eyes, different from her usual tears born from anger and stress. These tears were from a pleasure so extreme she lost total control.
Minerva's pleasure hit its apex, and she was brought to a screaming orgasm.
Despite climaxing, her Master continued to fuck her. He didn't stop, continuing to hold Minerva's ponytail as he pounded her. He used and abused her, fucking her relentlessly, her face twisted into an ahegao from the rough treatment.
She could barely think at this point, but was suddenly freed from the constant sensations, as he pulled out of her.
Minerva was confused for a moment, but then suddenly felt Subaru's hot seed spray all over her back, a significant amount landing on an asscheek as well. She shivered in delight and looked back at him with an adoring gaze.
"You're so amazing, Master. Please, I want more!"
Unlike last time, his dick was back to full power. His latest climax had done nothing to calm his raging erection.
Minerva was glad to see it. She reached a hand underneath herself, using two fingers to spread her pussy lips apart.
"I wish things were different. I wish I were still alive so I could have your babies. Please, Master. I'm still so horny. Please, fuck me❤"
He positioned himself behind Minerva once again, as her heart began to race. Even after being brought to an anal orgasm, she needed to feel him inside her pussy. She was aching for him. She waited in anticipation, she felt his hands grip onto her hips. She was ready!
But nothing happened.
She felt his hands pull away, and she looked back in surprise.
"Eh, I'll pass. There's still another witch I need to fuck. You can take care of yourself, right Minerva?"
With that statement, her Master began to walk off.
"Huh?! B-but, Master! I need it! I'm still so wet for you! Don't you care about your best slave?!"
"Sorry, Minerva. You're cute, but something about you just makes me want to bully you."
"Whyyyyyy?! You were so nice to everybody else! Maaasteeeerrr!!"
Her words fell on deaf ears, as he turned his attention towards the final witch present.
***
"Goodness, you've certainly had your work cut out for you. And so, it's my turn."
Echidna's face wore her trademark smile.
Her Master reached for her, wasting no time in trying to remove her dress. She pushed her hand against his chest, stopping him.
"Not so fast, Master. I know I'm simply irresistible, and I would be more than happy for you to make use of my body, but I believe you should first make use of my knowledge." She gestured to the empty seat at the table in front of her. "Please, take a seat."
He sat down at her instruction. He stared down at the cup, sitting on the saucer in front of him. Echidna smiled.
"Go ahead, Master. I'm sure you know what bodily fluid the tea is these days. All of the witches were happy to contribute to it."
He downed the brew with no hesitation, savouring its taste on his tongue. "This is your best tea yet, Echidna."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I aim to please."
"I also have to admire your self control. The others would have been all over me by now when I'm this close to them. And you've been waiting so long, too."
A slight blush came to Echidna's face.
"Well, I don't want you to get the wrong idea, Master. I assure you that my underwear is quite thoroughly drenched. Even so, I am confident in my ability to serve you not just as a woman, but as the Witch of Greed. The one with more knowledge than anybody else."
Echidna was easily the most composed of the witches when it came to dealing with her Master.
She was proud to use her amassed knowledge for his benefit.
He looked interested. "I don't really have any questions though. What did you want to say?"
"Well, for starters, I noticed your little bit of roleplaying with Carmilla. Reinhard, the Sword Saint, transformed into a woman and made to serve you in every way." She calmly sipped the tea in front of her. "When I see your memories when you enter my tomb, you are quite on edge when it comes to matters concerning the Sword Saint. It saddens me to know that my master has been burdened by such anxiety." She looked intently into his eyes, her smile still everpresent. "What if I were to tell you that it didn't just have to be a fantasy?"
"You're saying…you have a way to beat Reinhard?!"
Echidna shook her head. "I don't have a way. Rather, you've had the power to do so all along."
Seeing that he looked unconvinced, Echidna continued.
"It's true that the current Sword Saint is a monster beyond all belief, but you're even more of a monster, Master. In truth, you've been overrating him. Your initial encounters with him when you first came to this world gave you the deepest respect for him. And now, when the possibility exists that he could be an enemy, that respect serves to hinder you. Of course, when facing an enemy you must consider all possibilities and keep an open mind, but in your case, you've been overthinking things."
He was hanging on Echidna's every word, which made her feel extremely good about herself. Sex was of course incredible, but being able to council her master like this was something only she could do. She continued.
"Reinhard possesses an unimaginable amount of Divine Protections. But there exists no Divine Protection that can overcome an Authority. And in your case, your Authority is something special. It goes beyond anything I've ever seen. It would be best described as some kind of mutation. Your Jealous Dominion is able to completely override or cancel out even our own Authorities. Its strength is beyond anything this world has ever seen. And if the worst were to happen, you still have your Return By Death. Another incredible power."
Echidna found his abilities, bestowed upon him by the Witch of Envy, to be nothing short of thrilling. She didn't understand them, which frustrated and excited her in equal measure. She wanted to know everything she could about them.
"On that note, I was wondering if you had given further thought to my previous proposal, Master."
When she and her Master had first met, and after she had become his slave, Echidna had offered to form a contract with the young man. It would be a way for her to exist within him and travel outside of the Sanctuary. This wouldn't just be reading his memories, she would be experiencing everything he did, and could satiate her curiosity.
In exchange, she would offer him guidance whenever he needed it, and he would have access to her body at any time, without having to travel to the Sanctuary.
"I did think about it." Her Master said. "But my answer is still no."
Echidna let out a whine of disappointment.
"Echidna, even though you're my slave, I can't bring myself to fully trust you. More than that, I don't want your voice in my head all the time. If I need your advice, I'll come here and ask for it. Don't think so highly of yourself, witch. You're just a collection of holes for me to fuck, nothing more."
Echidna's disappointment at being denied was immense, but despite herself, she couldn't help but feel joy at her master's 'compliment'.
"You have such a way with words, Master. Very well, I'll accept your judgement. Even if you refuse to take me with you, I shall still serve you with everything I have."
"Oh!" He suddenly called out. "I actually do have a question!" His expression got more serious. "Satella. Where is she?"
Echidna frowned.
"That…I don't know. She has the ability to manifest herself within my domain, since you carry her essence within you. From what I've seen, she cares for you quite deeply. I can't imagine her sitting idly by as you had your way with so many other women, particularly us. There's one thing I do know. If she had the ability to appear, she would."
"You're sure about that?"
"Master, I knew her personally. I don't understand the nature of her relationship with you, or the abilities she has granted you, but I know her personality better than anyone."
When he had arrived, Echidna and the other witches had explained to him that Satella and the Witch of Envy were in fact two separate entities. They existed as two sides of the same coin. Which one of them had a hand in their Master current situation? Even Echidna didn't know.
"If she hasn't appeared yet, there must be a reason. Perhaps some kind of quota or condition that needs to be met. Nonetheless, I am confident that you will formally meet one day. And I'm even more confident that she will be more than happy to serve you, just as the rest of us do."
He looked contemplative. "...I see. Thanks for your wisdom, Echidna. I mean it."
Echidna fluttered her lashes sweetly. "It was no problem, Master. I'm happy that I could be of service. Do you have any other questions?" She made her best attempt to look seductive. "Or is it now time for the other kind of service I can offer you?"
"That sounds good. Lose the clothes."
Echidna was more than happy to comply. She stripped herself, leaving her naked in front of her master's roaming eyes. She enjoyed following the path his eyes took, going from her face, to her chest, where he lingered for a few moments, before dipping down to her legs, and her wet cunt. Having his eyes on her inspired a multitude of feelings within her.
Excitement, lust, happiness, even…genuine love. Echidna wasn't a soulless monster. She was fully capable of experiencing emotions. But she also understood that the emotions she felt were different from the way other, 'normal' people experienced them. Hers were…muted, for lack of a better word. Many of the common emotions found in life were closed off to her. She had long ago resigned herself to that fact. Until now.
Fascinating. Fascinating. It was all so utterly fascinating. The dichotomy between her mind and her heart was such an enthralling contradiction. She fully understood that all these emotions she was feeling currently were fake.
They were implanted emotions, forced upon her by her Master Jealous Dominion. But while her rational mind was aware of it, she was helpless against the raging adoration in her heart, in her very soul. And what was a fake emotion, anyway? For the first time she felt genuine regret for her nature, as she was unable to truly analyse the difference between the emotions she was experiencing now, and the common emotions one might normally feel.
When her Master first entered her tomb and appeared before her, she was immediately enraptured. She could see the boy's memories and could feel Satella's presence within him. She immediately understood what kind of person he was.
He was like nothing she had ever seen before. She had to have him. Or if that was what it took, be had by him. By inviting him to a tea party so they could formally meet, even a fool could see what the outcome would be.
She offered zero resistance to his power, as he warped her emotions and perception until he was the most important thing in existence to her, even beyond her lust for knowledge.
Experiencing such a thing for herself was well worth the price. The rest of the witches were just as helpless, forced out of hiding by Echidna so they could share her fate. They seemed all the happier for it. Echidna was glad they could experience the ecstasy of true servitude, but far more important was knowing she had made her master happy.
He gestured at the ground. Echidna sat herself on the grass, arms out, completely vulnerable.
He followed her, crawling over her, looking into her eyes. He kissed her, and his hands went to grope at her breasts. She had been extremely pent up from watching him take the other witches, but with his hands actually on her, it aroused her to a whole new level.
He broke the kiss and grasped his cock, guiding it close to Echidna's entrance. She was so wet that there was no resistance when he pushed himself into her, making her cry out.
He started to fuck her, driving himself to the hilt with every thrust. In and out he slid, again and again. The wet slapping sounds from their fucking sounding out throughout Echidna's domain.
His hands were tightly gripping the sides of her stomach, sinking into the soft flesh. Every thrust from her master's cock sent a wave of pleasure through her whole body.
Echidna had always been able to perfectly control her facial expressions, but she was helpless against her Master, unable to keep the slightest bit of composure. She couldn't control her moans, nor stop her tongue from hanging out of her mouth.
A truly shameless expression for such a powerful woman. She was throwing her head back, her body lightly tossing and turning, unable to contain herself.
In the corner of her eye, she saw that Minerva was watching the pair, four fingers on one of her hands deep inside herself, working away furiously, her mouth hanging open as she panted. Her other hand was up at her breasts, pinching and pulling at a nipple.
Echidna was sure the other witches were doing something similar. She remembered the other witches had once told her that seeing her get fucked was the second best thing behind getting fucked themselves. Something about her attitude or her personality.
Her Master was grunting and panting with effort, determined to fuck the witch silly. He was doing an excellent job. Before sex, Echidna had a lot of time to think. She wanted to use her vast expanse of knowledge to make fucking her the most enjoyable experience possible. She had some ideas, but they all went out the window the instant he penetrated her.
She couldn't think straight. He was the only person capable of turning the world's greatest intellect into a mindless fuckdoll.
That was fine with her. If her master truly desired it, she would throw away everything she knew just to feel him inside her once again.
ln the face of his cock, all she could do was moan like a bitch and be fucked like the woman she was. Her myriad experiences and knowledge had all led her to this. There was no greater purpose in life (or unlife) she could fathom. She could feel a tingling manifesting in her crotch and spreading out. The pleasure from her Master hammering thrusts became harder, more frequent. She was close. She knew him well enough by now that she could tell he was close too.
"Fuck me, Master!❤" she encouraged. "Cum. Please, cum inside me❤. Cum inside this slutty little witch!❤"
Her Master was more than happy to respond to dirty talk. "You're my greedy witch slut, aren't you? Greedy for your master to cum inside you. You've got such a perfect body, and it's all mine."
"YES!❤" Echidna panted. "I was born into this world to be fucked by you!❤ I'm yours! I'm a greedy slut who can't live without your cock!"
There was no room for calculated or thoughtful responses. All Echidna could do was say what was directly on her mind, her most honest feelings.
"Please cum inside me❤, Master, please, I'm so close!"
In place of a reply, he did just that. Echidna, already dangling on the edge, came instantly alongside him, orgasming hard around his cock, her tight walls milking him for every drop of his seed they could wring out of him.
She sighed, utterly content. She enjoyed the feeling of his thick cum flowing up into her womb, filling her with the most profound sense of joy.
Yet even in this blissful moment she felt a pang of regret that she was dead, unable to bear her master's children. She was so curious about what the result of their union would look like. Well, there was always the Omega plan. She would have to bring it up to him and see what he thought. As his slave, it was ultimately his decision to make.
But that would clearly have to wait for another time. She saw the other witches, horny and anxious for a second round, begin to approach the pair.
Her Master pulled out of Echidna, making her whine softly. She simply didn't feel complete anymore without him inside her. But she doubted she would have to wait long before she could feel it again.
According to the memories she scanned from her Master, he had even made use of Jealous Dominion to pleasure multiple partners at once.
And Echidna herself had other ideas for how it could be used. The other witch were there.
They swarmed in, settling around their Master, running their tongues along any inch of his body they could reach. Echidna picked herself up, and eagerly made to join them.
The witches were quite independent, and had never exactly been a shining example of teamwork. But for their master, they would be the perfect team. He deserved nothing less.
He smirked down at them, and said what they all wanted to hear the most.
"All right, I promise to fuck you all again."
They tittered with excitement, eyes lighting up as they continued to rub and grind their bodies against him.
Their Master only had one question.
"So, whose turn is it?"
-x-X-x-
The daily routine was fairly set in stone at this point. Since he slept with one or more members of his harem every night, they were the first ones to greet him in the morning.
Sometimes their morning greeting was intimate, and led to them staying in bed for a bit longer, or sometimes he waved them off, preferring using the bathroom as soon as possible, either to drain his bladder or take a bath.
He was used to being covered in sweat and other bodily fluids, but he still liked for everyone to keep clean, so daily bathing was an essential part of his routine. Following this, he would have a breakfast of his choice, served to him by one of his loyal maids, and chat with some of his girls at the table, while some of the others worked on chores, keeping his mansion well maintained.
Following this, he did anything important that needed to be done. On most days this amounted to nothing, but there were occasionally matters that required his attention. If he was free, he usually spent a couple of hours after breakfast studying.
Since he was going to rule Lugunica in the future, he liked to research and learn more about various aspects of its culture and lifestyle he was still unfamiliar with. This wasn't strictly necessary, as his wives, the royal candidates, would do almost all the work, but he still had the final say on any decisions and wanted to be well informed on any topic if he ever decided to exercise his power.
Given his current living situation, it was sometimes hard to stay focused. But despite the personal issues he had previously had with schooling, he was actually quite a good student, and was disciplined enough to put work before play.
Everyone in his harem respected this fact too, and were more than happy to help him out, either by handing him useful resources, or tutoring him on some of the more difficult to understand aspects of the world. He was quite impressed with his own motivation in this area.
The fact that it was a choice he was making, something he wanted to do, and not something he was forced into, also helped him maintain this part of his routine. But once he was finally done, his sexual appetite became quite voracious, and some lucky woman or women were inevitably made the target of his desires.
Today, his company was a pair that was always together during daylight hours. The first of them, the Great Spirit Puck, was riding her master enthusiastically, slamming her furry hips repeatedly down onto her Master, paws planted firmly on his stomach, her tail swaying behind her as she panted.
If Puck was here, then the other girl in the room could only be Emilia, who was on the bed next to them, watching on her knees.
One hand gently squeezing her own breast, while the other dipped lower, slowly stroking her wetness as she watched her beloved master fuck her oldest companion.
Her belly was visibly swollen, clear proof of the child her Master had given her. She was heavily pregnant, it would likely only be a month or two until the baby arrived. Both she and Subaru were looking forward to parenthood. She pushed herself against Puck's side as the spirit rode Subaru, pouting cutely.
"Puuuuuck, stop hogging him!"
"Sorry, my daughter, but you were too slow! The early bird gets the worm. Consider this an important lesson!"
Being the first one to be fucked by her Master in any particular session was something his girls all aimed for, though he made sure all of them were well satisfied in the end. This would be no exception.
He looked up at Puck, whose movements were becoming slightly more erratic. The spirit shut her eyes tightly and let out a cry, and he felt her cum around his cock, squeezing down on him.
She relaxed for a moment and let out a sigh, prompting Emilia to speak.
"Okay, Puck, it's my turn!"
"No way, Lia! Master hasn't even cum yet!"
They jostled one another playfully. He took the opportunity to lift Puck's hips slightly so he could pull himself out of her.
The spirit whined in disappointment, but he was a man with a plan. He moved to the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor with his legs spread, his cock still hard.
"All right, girls."
The two turned to look at him, giving their master their undivided attention.
"Mili, I'm pretty close, so come use your hands to finish me off. Puck, I'd like for you to come over here." He gestured to the ground in front of him.
Emilia sat next to him, starting to pump his cock with her hand, while Puck floated in front of him, positioning herself below his dick.
Emilia's strokes brought him to a rapid climax, and his cock erupted, firing several spurts of thick semen into the air. Puck was positioned just right to receive the oncoming load, and with her small size, she was completely drenched in his cum. It coated her head to toe, making large patches of her fur stick together, his cum dripping down her body slowly as Puck moaned euphorically.
She slowly floated to the ground, rolling around on the floor in a daze, loving the feeling of being completely covered in her master's cum. She was pretty clearly out of it, so he could turn his attention to Emilia, who was watching her guardian spirit, a fascinated look on her face.
"Nice job, Mili"
" Puck certainly seems happy. Geez, I'm actually a little jealous. I never even thought of that…"
Emilia put a finger to her chin, looking contemplative.
"It's been almost a year since Puck and I became your sex slaves, and you somehow still manage to find new things to try."
"It's true that we've done just about everything that I want to do, but a teenager's sexuality is one of the most powerful forces in the world! Much like technology always progresses, so too do the boundaries that man can achieve in the bedroom!"
Emilia smiled softly. "Yeah, I definitely don't know what you're talking about." She fidgeted slightly. "Master, I'm reeeally horny. So…"
He smiled. "You don't even have to ask." He laid back on the bed, dick still hard. "Help yourself, Mili."
Excitedly, Emilia positioned herself over her Master, grabbing his cock with one hand and lowering herself onto it. She was wet and slippery, so he entered with no difficulty. She moaned as soon as he was inside her, and immediately started to bounce herself up and down, which was met in turn by the thrusting of his hips up into her.
He gripped onto her hips. Emilia was beautiful, and seeing her stomach bloated with his child aroused him badly. He hadn't had any kind of fetish for pregnant women in his previous life, but giving a woman a child was kind of like proof of ownership, and it hit all the right buttons for him.
Beyond that, the thought that he had taken Emilia's virginity and was now actually having a child with her never stopped being incredible to him. He cared about all his slaves, but Emilia was particularly special.
He had loved her and the thought of owning her and making her his quite literally never stopped being an insane turn-on. He watched her breasts, slightly enlarged from her pregnancy, bounce up and down. He saw the colour in Emilia's face, her eyes shut and mouth hanging open, before she turned her head up and let out a loud moan as she came. Unable to hold himself back, he came along with her, cumming inside his second girl of the day. There would no doubt be more.
Above him, Emilia relaxed, removing herself from his cock and laying down next to him. Her Master ran a hand across her stomach, and Emilia moved a hand down on top of his. They shared an intimate moment, looking into each other's eyes. Suddenly, they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
In a situation like this, ordinarily one would make themselves decent before inviting anybody in, but the current state of the room's occupants was nothing anyone else in the mansion hadn't seen before. Wondering which of the mansion's inhabitants it was, he called out that they were free to enter.
As the door swung open, Ram became visible, dressed in her trademark maid outfit. What was once short hair now stretched down past her shoulders, an eye-catching pink. Also noticeable was the large bulge in her clothes at the stomach, a clear sign of her pregnancy. She didn't even bat an eye at the current situation in the room. She merely curtseyed at her Master.
"Master, my sincerest apologies for interrupting you, but a guest has come to the mansion to visit you."
"Who?"
"The Sword Saint."
He smiled. "Let our guest know that I'll be there in ten minutes or so. Make sure they're served our best quality tea while they wait."
"It will be done." Ram bowed, but not particularly low. Her large stomach made it hard to bow as deeply as she once had. "Is there anything else you require, Master?"
"I just need someone to help clean up in here."
Ram nodded. "I'll send Rem at once. Though it would be preferable if I could do it myself. It can't compare to the feeling of your cock inside me, but being surrounded by your scent as I clean up after you is still quite enjoyable."
"What a line to say with a straight face! You've become quite a lewd girl, Ram."
"You're the one who made me this way, Master. Any changes are a result of your influence." She looked down, cupping her hands around her stomach. "Of course, some changes are more obvious than others."
"Make sure you don't work too hard, okay?" He said seriously. "I want you and the baby to be in perfect health."
"You don't need to concern yourself, Master." Ram gave him a caring smile. "Frederica, Rem and I are all taking proper care of ourselves. We would never do anything to risk the children we've been gifted with. But I can't lie, it makes me happy that you worry about us." She bowed again and turned to leave. "I shall tell our guest that you will be with them soon. Call on me if there is anything you need."
He gave Ram an appreciative look as she left. She had quite a different attitude these days.
Even after becoming his sex slave, Ram had still maintained her harsh personality for some time.
He didn't mind, but he had managed to make her change. He had learned from Rem that previously Roswaal would feed mana into her horn, which was important for her health. Without a horn of her own, she was unable to absorb the mana around her.
He obviously had no way of filling Roswaal's shoes in this regard, and the magician was long gone, and he couldn't say where to. His solution was to attempt to use Jealous Dominion to alter reality so that Ram's horn was restored. He was unsure if it would work, but to his relief, it did. He still remembered the twins' heartfelt reactions.
They were both overjoyed, clinging to him tightly with tears of happiness streaming down their faces. They didn't really understand how it happened, but knew he had done it.
Since that day Ram was wholly and utterly worshipful towards him, and not a hint of her biting tone remained. He almost thought it was a shame, but it was nice to be doted on and revered by her too. He had forced her to fall in love with him on the very first day he acquired Jealous Dominion, but now it was as though even her 'real' feelings were that of love and adoration too.
But anyway, a visit from the Sword Saint? He was looking forward to it.
He apologised to Emilia and made to clean himself up, wiping himself down and dressing himself. He wondered if that was even necessary, but he thought it was important to look presentable, especially when the person in question was equally important.
***
He swung the large double doors open to the room where his guest was currently waiting. Their guest turned to look at him as he entered, their blue eyes lighting up.
They were dressed in white, sitting on the couch, legs crossed over one another. In their hands was a cup and saucer. They sipped their tea, radiating pure elegance. Their trademark red hair was tied back in a ponytail, and their frame was small, but unmistakably toned and athletic. A distinctly feminine figure. They got to their feet, and bowed gracefully.
"Sword Saint, Adelheid van Astrea. I have returned to your side, Master."
The Sword Saint, formerly known as Reinhard, was now a girl. Following Echidna's advice, he had taken care of the last thing in the world that could cause him anxiety.
It had gone off without a hitch, as even Reinhard's incredible power had done nothing to protect him from Jealous Dominion. He had turned her into a cute girl, adoring him above all others and fawning over him.
She still maintained her knightly dignity, however, and of course her incredible strength. She was now a weapon to be wielded by him alone.
He had thought that a female version of Reinhard would be called Reina. It was the first thing that came to his mind, after all. But he had let the newly transformed girl name herself, and she had quickly decided on Adelheid. He had no objections, and thus her new identity was complete.
He smiled at Adelheid, the adorable girl awaiting his reply. "I'm happy to see you again, Adelheid. But you know you don't need to be so formal with me. Come here."
He gestured for her to come closer, and she did so readily. The distance between them closed in an instant. Adelheid wrapped her arms around Subaru's neck, pulling him down and standing on the tips of her toes to meet his lips in a tender kiss. At its conclusion, she moved her arms down around Subaru's body, squeezing herself against him and letting out a deep sigh.
"I missed you…" she whispered.
He returned the hug. "It hasn't been that long, you know? But…I missed you too."
They savoured the moment. Adelheid seemed to not want to pull away. She was quite a tender girl, he had learned about that. The Sword Saint was the very picture of a proud, courageous knight, one that seeks to protect the weak and see justice done.
But she also had worries and insecurities just like anybody else. He was the only one who got to see this other side of her. She didn't need to worry about keeping up appearances with him, and she was unable to lie to him.
"Did Felt come with you?" He asked. "I guess not, since she isn't in here."
Adelheid nodded. "I travelled here alone. On foot."
"On foot? You didn't use a ground dragon?"
"I was excited to see you, so I did my best to hurry. With my blessing, I can go a lot faster than a ground dragon, so…" Adelheid looked down sheepishly, blushing slightly.
"My cute little Sword Saint just couldn't wait to see me, huh?" He laughed and ruffled her hair playfully. "Seriously, it makes me happy to hear that. You're a good girl."
Adelheid smiled at the compliment, pulling herself closer against him.
"How is Felt, by the way? Is her pregnancy going well?"
"Lady Felt's pregnancy is proceeding smoothly, and she is the picture of perfect health. All the other royal candidates are much the same." Adelheid pulled herself away from him. "I came here to update you on the situation in the capital. Shall we sit, Master? There is much to tell you, though I assure you nothing is urgent."
The two of them sat down. He sat on the couch opposite the one Adelheid chose, causing her face to twist up in a cute pout.
He laughed, and invited her to sit next to him, which she eagerly did. She leaned against him and began to give him a thorough update of all the goings-on in the capital.
As Adelheid had mentioned, all the royal candidates were currently pregnant, and the official announcement of their engagement to him was in the works. Despite that, it was a poorly kept secret, and rumours were already abound of all five candidates marrying one man, a commoner. It was causing quite a scandal, but Adelheid assured him that it was being easily handled.
He was also positive that people would be spreading confused gossip about the famous Sword Saint suddenly becoming a woman, but Adelheid pointedly avoided mentioning anything about it.
His character was called into question, and people were (rightly) suspicious of exactly how he came to such power. There was fear of foul play, but all of his slaves were doing their best to quell it. Not just the ones in the camps of the royal candidates, but others he had introduced into his harem and turned into his loyal sex slaves were also doing their part.
His harem had expanded greatly over the past few months.
Adelheid next to him was obviously the biggest get, but some of his other acquisitions were downright ludicrous, such as the female members of the Sin Archbishops. People didn't know the full story, but those loyal to him were trying to spread the information that he was the one who had stopped the Sin Archbishops, and subjugated two of the three Great Mabeasts. Of particular note when it came to spreading the word was the popular songstress Lilianna, who released songs singing her master's praises to the world. Suspicions were very high, but with time, and once he stepped out of the shadows and became a more known quantity, people would gradually lose their misgivings.
At the conclusion of Adelheid's explanation, he had just one question.
"You could have told me all of this if you sent a letter. Why'd you choose to tell me in-person?"
"Because I really wanted to see you, Master. That should be obvious…"
"It was, but I wanted to hear you say it."
Adelheid did her cute pout once again, before she changed topics back to the capital.
"Some of the things I hear in the capital…it really frustrates me. So many people still don't trust you. I just want to yell at them and set them on the right path! …But I know that's not the way to do things." She saw he nod of affirmation and continued. "They just don't understand, Master. But…I know they will. I just have to be patient. They'll see what an amazing person you are, and how you bring happiness to everybody you meet. You'll be the greatest ruler this country has ever had!"
"You really think I have what it takes to rule Lugunica?" He asked. "You're not just saying that?"
"You've already done the impossible and united all the royal candidates. And you've removed some of humanity's greatest threats, doing in less than a year what we couldn't in hundreds. You're also so kind and considerate, you've got all the qualities I think make a good ruler. You seem to intrinsically know what makes people happy. I never thought I would want to be a woman, but…" Adelheid's eyes shone with admiration. "You're the most incredible man I've ever met, Master. It makes me so happy to be yours."
She kissed him again, this time their tongues met and engaged in a passionate dance. They looked deeply into each other's eyes, before Adelheid blushed and looked down.
"Master, I…I must confess, I've been feeling somewhat jealous lately." Adelheid's voice was a low whisper. She refused to meet his gaze. "When I watch over Lady Felt, when I see how happy she is that she gets to be a mother, I…"
She trembled slightly in his arms, before finally looking back up at him, a bright red blush staining her face.
"Master, I want it…" Adelheid whispered.
"You want what?"
"I want your baby…"
Hearing that, no man would be able to hold themselves back. He scooped Adelheid up in his arms, making her yelp in surprise. He carried her bridal style, storming through the mansion to take her to his bedroom.
There would be no wasted time here. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Adelheid's blush didn't dissipate in the slightest, but she smiled at him.
Reaching a bed, he gently lowered her. Then he made a declaration.
"I'm gonna dedicate the rest of the day to you."
He connected their lips, while their hands scrambled at their clothes. He helped her peel off her clothes, and she helped him remove his. Their clothes were quickly scattered around the room, tossed in a random direction.
She reached back to untie her hair, letting it fall freely behind her.
He wrapped his arms around Adelheid, pulling her into a tight embrace. He could feel her small chest pressed against his own, her hard nipples poking him.
He held the nude Adelheid in his arms. Her body was unmistakably muscular and radiated strength, but she was just so small. It was hard to believe that this girl was the most powerful being in the world.
"When you hold me in your arms like this…" Adelheid whispered. "It just makes me feel…so safe."
An absurd notion, really. Outside of his reality-bending powers, there was nothing in the world that could possibly threaten Adelheid. There was no threat out there she wasn't safe from.
"I've been weighed down by so many worries in my life. So many regrets. But here in this moment, with my master, nothing else even seems to exist. I can just forget about everything and just be yours."
He could easily understand and empathise. He couldn't imagine the pressure that came with being Sword Saint. But he loved seeing Adelheid's even cuter side, all her insecurities beared. He couldn't resist teasing her a litte.
"You're sounding super feminine there. Are you sure you used to be a guy? Carrying around all those worries is pretty un-manly!"
"You just changed me into the woman I should have been all along. And of course men get worried about stuff too! You can't honestly tell me there's nothing you've been worried about, Master!"
He smiled at her, looking her in the eye. "Maybe in the past, but not anymore. Because now…I have a cute little Sword Saint onahole who can take care of anything."
Adelheid couldn't hide her smile and the way her eyes shone from his praise. "Yes. I'll always have my sense of justice. I'll always be a knight, a protector who helps people. But I'm a sword to be wielded by you alone. I'll protect you - and your wives - from anything."
She leaned up to kiss him again, her arms squeezing around him tightly. She broke the kiss and hugged her face into his neck, losing herself in her master's body.
A small thump by the door got him attention. He cast a quick glance over, and the source of it was gone, but he knew they were being watched.
LHe also had a good idea of who it was. Well, let them watch if they want. In fact, it was a good thing. Either way, that was something to think about later.
He loved just conversing and bantering with Adelheid, but she had made a request, and he was going to fulfil it. It was time to get down to business.
The last bit of clothing left between the two of them was Adelheid's panties. They were a black and lacy, a classic choice of sexy lingerie. It went without saying that they were soaking wet.
As he removed them, he had to take a moment to comment.
"Such sexy panties, Adelheid. Did you pick them out just for me?"
"O-of course I did! I want to be as s-sexy as possible for you. I want to look my best when you give me your baby…"
He felt an immense feeling of pride welling up within him at the thought of the Sword Saint fretting over her choice of underwear, wanting to look as sexy as possible just for him.
He thought about his switching of Reinhard's gender. He had genderbent Puck, Ferris was intentional, but he had thought she was a girl initially, and his attraction stemmed from that.
Reinhard was different, and was done for convenience. He only needed to use Jealous Dominion to make Reinhard an ally, there was no need to turn him into a girl and have sex with him. But he wanted to. His moral compass and his relationships, they were all screwed up. To truly remove himself from all of his insecurities, from all his fears of Reinhard's power, he had to change him. He had to own him. And there was only one gender he was interested in owning.
Up so close, he could see faint traces of the man she used to be, especially her eyes, which hadn't changed. He took note of all the small details he had missed before, particularly in her face. Her nose was smaller, her cheeks were fuller, and there was a soft roundness to her face, and an added plumpness to her lips.
He couldn't deny the primal satisfaction he felt from being able to make a cock-hungry slut, desperate to be bred by him, out of even the strongest male.
He needed to focus on the absolutely gorgeous woman beneath him here and now. Adelheid was beneath him, her bright blue eyes starting up into his. She smiled and whispered to him.
"Take me, Master❤"
He did just that. Adelheid was so wet, sliding all the way inside her was easy. She let out a sharp moan of his name as she was finally penetrated, throwing her head back. His cock was eagerly welcomed by Adelheid's pussy. It wrapped around him so perfectly, it was like it was made for him. He began to thrust down into her, creating wet slapping sounds where their wet skin mashed together.
He couldn't hold himself back from the moans he let out. He couldn't explain it, but fucking Adelheid was simply incredible. It wasn't the first time he had bedded her, but this time was completely different. Everything about the way she clenched down around him, the feeling as he slid in and out of her, was already bringing him pleasure almost on-par with cumming. It was like every part of his dick had its sensitivity increased.
"Fuck, Adelheid. You feel amazing. How- how are you so good?"
"After l-last time, I got a new Divine Protection!" Adelheid gasped out between moans. "It's the D-D-Divine Protection of Intercourse!"
"There's, ugh, no way such a thing exists!"
He grunted, but he already knew it was impossible to deny the reality of what he was feeling.
"It makes sex feel sooooo good for both of us!" She looked up at him, a cheeky glint in her eyes. "Does it w-work, Master? Does ffffucking my n-naughty pussy feel super good?"
Hearing Adelheid talk dirty to him for the first time lit a new fire in him as he fucked her as hard as he possibly could. She squealed at his increased intensity. He did his best to pound her into the mattress. He returned her dirty talk with some of his own.
"You're my bitch, Adelheid."
"Yesss! I'm your bitch!❤"
"You belong to me. I own every hole on this body!"
"I belong to my Master!❤ I became a girl just so I could get fucked by his amazing cock!❤"
Fuck, she really was a natural. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. His voice was shaky, and he was moaning with every thrust. Adelheid was much the same, her face a shade of red to match her hair. Her eyes were rolled back in their sockets, her tongue hanging out.
She screamed and wrapped her legs around him, reaching a blissful orgasm. Feeling Adelheid cum with him still inside of her, he reached his limit, and thanks to Adelheid's Divine Protection, he was treated to the greatest climax he had ever experienced, yelling what he was positive was the loudest he ever had, as he fired what he felt must have been his biggest load ever, deep inside of her. As his cum flowed inside the Sword Saint, he decided to guarantee the fulfilment of her earlier request.
"Bear my child."
He commanded. Her body shook with the final stages of her orgasm, and she let out a small squeak of affirmation. There was no doubt, the deed was done.
He panted and collapsed on top of her. Adelheid was also panting, looking utterly content. They kissed once again, their hands intertwining. They stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies.
He slowly let his stamina recover. He wasn't used to a climax of such intensity. It'd definitely take some getting used to. But he had the whole rest of the evening to adjust. Adelheid also looked like she was ready for another round.
He turned his head to the doorway, which was still noticeably ajar. He locked eyes with the voyeur, who let out a startled "Eep!" and disappeared from view. Things were coming along nicely, but he would take care of that later. He had more important business to attend to.
He had never pulled out of Adelheid, and he could feel himself growing hard again inside of her. He looked into her eyes, and she gave a knowing smile.
The night was still young.
***
He was awoken by the feeling of something soft and fluffy brushing against his hand. He opened his eyes to see a cute girl, with a mop of fluffy white hair, broken up only by two pointy ears and a large horn, rubbing against his hand that was dangling over the edge of the bed.
He reached a hand up to lazily pat her on the head, causing her eyes to shut in contentment, enjoying his soft strokes.
This girl was not alone, however. Another one made her presence known, rubbing against his hand, eager for petting of her own. This girl was similar to the first, they almost looked like they could be sisters.
The main difference was that this girl was larger and more well-endowed, and her long, white hair stretched down to the floor where she sat. He sat up so he could lean over and pet both at once, one with each hand.
He took a moment to appraise them. These two adorable girls were formerly horrendous calamities that had terrorised the world, devouring thousands of people in their lifetimes.
The short girl was the Great Rabbit, and the larger one was the White Whale. He had nicknamed them Usagi and Kujira respectively.
It was almost impossible to believe.
He had done the unthinkable, and subjugated two of the greatest threats humanity faced in the world. And now they were part of his already extensive harem.
Thanks to the gift he had received from the Witch of Gluttony, Daphne, he was able to give commands to these creatures she had created. Jealous Dominion was an incredibly overpowered ability, but one of its genuine weaknesses was that it didn't work if the target couldn't understand him. Thanks to Daphne, this was no problem, and he was able to use his absurd power to give these monsters a form more to his liking.
And of course it went without saying, they obeyed him completely. The White Rabbit maintained its ability to create copies, but he saw no need for hundreds of her running around, even as cute as she was. He hadn't had an encounter with the Black Serpent yet, but was looking forward to acquiring another adorable girl and reuniting the trio.
They had been given human form, but they were still animals at the end of the day. They couldn't speak, and their intelligence wasn't very high.
Thus, he treated them differently from the other girls. They were basically house pets. They enjoyed just being around him, and loved getting petted by him. Of course, him being who he was, their relationship wasn't exactly that of a normal owner and pet.
Adelheid was still beside him, sleeping soundly. He looked at the clock nearby. It seems his needy pets had woken him up a little bit early. He'd let his sleeping beauty remain as such for a bit longer. He pulled the blanket off himself slightly, and slid out of bed, being careful not to disturb Adelheid.
He forgot, or rather, hadn't considered that he was still entirely naked from yesterday. It was almost his default state at this point, so he didn't give it much thought.
Upon catching sight of his morning wood, both of his pets made needy whines and looked up at him with big, pleading eyes.
He considered them for a moment, and gestured for them to keep quiet and follow him as he left the room. He stepped into the nearest spare room he could find, his two pets trailing close behind. He had to give these pets their breakfast.
In the past they ate people, but that wasn't going to work for him, so he had to give them a new diet. He felt a little odd ducking into a room as if he were sneaking around, in a mansion that was ostensibly his, but he didn't want to wake up Adelheid, and he also didn't want to wander too far, as he had to return for his clothes.
He sat himself on the room's bed, his morning wood waving in the air. He gestured for Usagi and Kujira to come closer. Like good pets, they needed their owner's permission first.
"Lick." He commanded.
The pair didn't waste any time, double-teaming his cock, running their tongues up along the sides. They were used to this routine by now, and were a very effective team. They licked and slurped on his dick, occasionally sucking on the head or dipping down to his balls. Seeing their cute little eyes so focused on their task just added to the appeal for him. In no time at all, he was ready to give his pets their treat.
"Sit." He commanded.
He reached a hand down to stroke his cock, working to finish himself off. His pets knew the drill by now.
They sat on their knees and presented their faces to him, cheeks pressed together and pink tongues sticking out. With a grunt, he came, his seed spraying across their faces, and a good amount landing on their tongues.
They swallowed it down eagerly, mewling and making satisfied noises. They then moved to the next part of their routine, which was to thoroughly clean each other, licking his seed off each other's faces wherever they could find it.
He left them to their task, returning to his room to get dressed and begin his day.
***