Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

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"You just had to have the last word, hmm?" Aurora giggled in a cheery tune while nuzzling her butt comfortably into my lap before leaning back and leaving a loving kiss on my cheeks.

"Primordial arrogance was it? I gotta agree, this bastard has an ego the size of Thalorind. Maybe a spanking from the Goddess would do him good…" Kitsara nodded sagely while undressing from the ceremonial robes she wore to properly represent herself as the princess of the dogkin people. She was doing so with an urgency that spoke volumes of immense desperation. If Papa Vargis saw his little princess drop her luxurious and expensive garbs sewn by the greatest tailors of their nation to the floor as if they were filthy potato sacks, he would sigh with exhausted eyes.

"Why are you undressing?" Lucille asked, but a knowing smile was adorning her lips. It wasn't hard for the mother to have a good guess of the newest member's intentions.

"To have steamy, lovey-dovey sex, duh," Kitsara replied while tossing her silk panties away with a dismissively flick of her wrists.

"Didn't you just finish getting plowed in the skies an hour or two ago?" Seraphiel asked amusedly, finding the new addition to the harem quite the curious person.

"That's an hour or two of pure misery where my kitty hasn't been pleasured!" She then equipped a pair of pink cheeks while muttering dreamily, "I can't abstain any longer… Truth be told, I got really wet while listening to his blood oath…"

"Hey, what about asking if I'm game before undressing? Maybe I'm not in the mood right now," I mused, wondering the reply I would receive.

My horny foxgirl scoffed before staring me in the eyes with a smug grin, "Hmm? I didn't take you for a man who would leave his women feel lacking in your affection. Perhaps making a harem is just a hobby for you, akin to collecting figurines of heroines. If that is indeed the case, I recommend you stop at number seven. It seems your manhood is struggling to keep up with your hobby."

"You dumb girl, you just had to have a big mouth, didn't you…" Lucille sighed, knowing Kitsara had just entered the no-go zone.

"I think I know what's coming…" Seraphiel stated with a giant smile, happy it wasn't her who questioned my bed capabilities this time around.

"Can Blossom stay? She wants to see how Master educates bad girls now," my beloved Phantom Canine asked with begging puppy eyes. I called her a bad girl many times in the past when I felt like domming this ultra-submissive girl into oblivion, though I masked it as education for a horribly misbehaving girl who had to be taught proper manners.

In reality, Blossom has always been the best girl.

"I guess I'll stay too. I should polish my katana while watching," Ayame thought out loud before nodding to herself, deciding on what to do.

"I suggest you get on your knees, horny foxy," Aurora purred from my lap. She didn't seem intent on leaving her throne.

Kitsara gulped with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, sensing the mood in the room had shifted drastically. She obeyed my plump princess' words, kneeling between my legs.

Once the summit had concluded, the various representatives of the Beastman Confederation left to make the final preparations needed to march into lionkin lands. We settled on attacking in 24 hours, matching the Consortium's forces led by Maelstrom with the armies of the beastkin.

Afterward, we retired to our rooms. It didn't take long for my portal to come out and we finally returned home. Iris, Vex, and the others did not accompany us, only my lovers and I came.

As for Yoruha, it turned out she slept so comfortably in my lap that once the talks resumed after my oath, she entered a deep slumber. Celeste, her lady servant, easily picked the old monster up from my lap without her even stirring for a single moment.

I leaned forward, glancing into the eyes of the excited foxkin kneeling in front of me while stroking Aurora's sensual belly with one hand and her breast with the other, eliciting a minor moan from her lips.

"I can't help but wonder if you're being cheeky on purpose. I already know you enjoy getting thrown across the skies without having a say in the matter, so who is to say getting dominated in bed like there's no tomorrow isn't right up your alley? Quite frankly, I'm undecided if I should even take offense at your words."

A wry smile emerged on her delicate features, letting me know I caught her red-handed. But then, she decided on the path she would pursue to get me to do as she wanted. She decided to double down.

In the worst possible manner.

With a dismissive scoff, she decreed, "Hmph! Only betas let their women walk all over them! Wait, don't tell me!"

Kitsara gasped and brought her hands to her mouth as if she'd just unearthed my biggest secret. "Are you into femdom?" She then puffed her chest out proudly while declaring, "You know, I could peg you if that's what your heart desires under all your macho bravado. Now that I have my second tail, I bet I could create an amazing penis a beta bitch like you would enjoy like there's no tomorrow."

As if she hadn't said enough, the princess of the dogkin people hummed in a sing-song voice, "Turn around, Quinnie~ Show me the booty~ Lady Kitsara is ready~"

Muted silence reigned over the harem bedroom, broken only by Seraphiel's awkward coughing. The silence lasted for minutes as the girls stared at Kitsara with wholly disbelieving eyes. Their brains failed to comprehend her words for the longest time, and they weren't alone.

But then, at long last, I spoke up. I did not use my vocal cords to converse.

<Ronan, did you finish the dungeon I asked you to create?>

<Demigod Boss!> My dutiful architect greeted me with happy chirping, overjoyed to hear my voice. <Yes! Although it's not finalized, the room can be used right this instant. Back when you sentenced that horrible, vile woman to 'warm our beds at night,' me and the boys couldn't help but begin debating the best ways to deliver your will as your most fervent subjects, which saw us argue how to have Vivienne Greenvale sexually humiliated beyond reason.

We spent many tireless nights arguing around the campfire about how we could best welcome her back once the brief respite you granted the woman in her home had concluded, ending the need to have the twins act as moles angering Alastair. The constructs you'll find in the dungeon are prototypes of the devices we plan to use on the pedo rapist for the remaining 9,999 nights of her sentence.>

He then quickly added, <Naturally, we wouldn't dare test those prototypes! The boys and I have built two sets, one for your glorious person, and the other for us humble ones in the servant building. Yours are pristine and clean, I even asked the maids to be the ones who wipe them down, knowing you wouldn't want male hands to do the finishing touches.>

Although this guy was a bit overly dramatic as always, I had to nod in respect. <As soon as I laid my eyes on you back in the slave house, I knew you were the perfect man for the job, Ronan. Outstanding work as always. Lock the perimeters down, I don't want to be disturbed for the next 24 hours.>

<I hear and obey, Demigod Boss!!>

With that, my attention returned to observing Kitsara, who was sweating bullets by now.

Why?

Because I included her in the conversation I had with Ronan as a silent listener.

She knew her fate had been sealed.