After dinner, taking a bath, and putting Puck to sleep... Yomogi, Chantal, Kimberly, Pinna, Salacia, Manas, Lilith, and I begin to do our usual night routine.
Once we step into the bedroom, they eagerly strip me, and their hands hungrily caress my body. Meanwhile, Brunhild is also joining us as she stands in the doorway, wearing the same transparent babydoll lingerie I gave the others. And hers is a shimmering white, perfectly matching her skin, hair, and wings.
And yet, she looks like she's about to faint. Her expression is frozen between shock and discomfort, her eyes wide behind a faint flush that burns across her cheeks as she stands in front of us, like she's walked in on something she was never meant to see. One hand tugs at the hem of the lingerie, trying desperately to pull the sheer fabric lower, while the other crosses her chest, covering herself in a reflex that only makes her look even more exposed.
And she stammers with uncertainty.
"I-I… th-this fabric is far too indecent. And this act… what I witness before me… it is a blasphemy…"
Brunhild isn't just an angel, but she was a warrior devoted to her ideals and disciplined beyond reason after all. So it's making sense that Brunhild is the one who speaks and acts first when her world feels tilted off its axis.
Still, I meet her eyes calmly.
"Then why did you wear it? And why did you come here at all?"
Her voice rises in confusion.
"B-because… you ordered it, my Lord…!"
"And you obeyed, so why are you still complaining?"
Brunhild stares at me, her blush deepening and her hands fidgeting even more as her eyes dart away.
"I-it is not that simple. I merely… I did not think you, any of you, could truly be this… this impure…"
"Then what did you expect from us to be 'pure', Brunhild? We live under the same roof, we share meals, we bathe together, and we sleep in the same bed."
She falters. Her mouth opens, but no words come out.
Then, I speak again.
"I told you, this isn't corruption. And I want you to feel that too."
Then, Yomogi and Chantal begin to speak.
"You should let Motegi-chan hold you, Brunhild, and find out what he gives to all of us."
"Ahaha... I ain't mad at you for calling us indecent, you know? Kinda cracks me up."
Kimberly and Pinna speak next.
"It's always… so peaceful… when I fall... into Motegi-sama's hands…"
"Whenever Master holds me, my heartbeat destabilizes. It is not unpleasant, but it is measurable."
Salacia and Manas add.
"Just leave it to Darling, Brunhild~. He never disappoints~."
"None mayst endure the touch of mine king without yielding…"
And Lilith finally asks.
"So, what'll it be, Brunhild~? Wanna find out why we all stay~?"
Brunhild doesn't respond. She simply stands there, silent and trembling. But then, she walks closer to the bed and kneels, lowering herself to one knee before me as she bows her head.
"P-please. Guide me, my Lord… I… ask for your hand…"
And I can't help but laugh in amusement.
"Hahaha… what are you doing, Brunhild? You don't need to kneel like that."
I sigh for a moment before continuing.
"Come on. Rise up."
Still blushing and shy, she rises to her feet. With that, I step forward to her, and once I close the distance, I press my lips softly to hers.
"Alright then, Brunhild."
"Mmph...?!"
As I expect, she jolts. There's a sharp, tiny gasp, and her lips don't respond at all, frozen beneath mine. She's an angel after all, so no wonder a kiss is a foreign ritual, and there's no reason to rush her.
Then, I pull back just a little.
"Brunhild, just try to follow what I do. Don't think too hard, okay?"
Her blush deepens, stammering again.
"Y-yes, my Lord. I-I will try..."
I smile and lean in again. This time, I brush my lips over hers, featherlight, letting her relax. Kiss, pause, kiss again, just enough pressure to let her know it's real but never forcing her to reciprocate. I feel the slightest, hesitant movement before she moves, shyly, pressing back.
"Nnh... mnn…"
After a few more gentle passes, I draw away. She's trembling, and her cheeks glow red as I ask her.
"How does it feel?"
And she stammers again.
"I… I cannot… I cannot put it into words, my Lord. It is… it is too much for me to describe..."
I nod, brushing my thumb gently along her cheek.
"It's going to be a little more intense now. Can you keep going?"
"Y-yes… I wish to continue, my Lord…"
"Okay, let's do it again."
So I pull her in again, pressing my lips to hers, this time with a little more firmness. My tongue traces the seam of her mouth patiently, and she stiffens again. There's a beat of resistance, just as I expect, her mouth clamped shut in instinctive uncertainty. But after a moment, my tongue slips past her lips, gliding against her own.
"Mmph…! Nnnh… mnn…!"
Her tongue is awkward and clumsy, trying to follow my lead but almost shying away at the sensation, like she's barely hanging on.
Okay, take it slow.
Don't lose control.
No matter how incredible her lips feel, how angelic and unbelievably soft, I have to move gently and keep the pace hers, not mine.
After a minute, I break the kiss, leaning back just enough to meet her eyes again.
"How does that feel?"
Brunhild's breath comes in ragged little bursts, her face flushed from her cheeks down her neck.
"M-my Lord, I… my mind feels… strange. It is… it is as if my thoughts are turning to mush…"
"Would you like to stop? Or… do you want to keep going, maybe a little more intense?"
"P-please… guide me more, my Lord…"
"Okay."
And I kiss her again, just as deep as before, and she moans louder now.
"Ahh… mmh... nnn…!"
Her lips move with mine, following better this time, chasing my tongue with a trembling eagerness. Without breaking the kiss, I gently reach for her hands, still balled into fists, and guide them up, circling my neck, laying her arms across my shoulders.
When I finally break away, Brunhild is shaking, but I keep my eyes on hers as I lower my hands and cup her breasts through the babydoll. The instant I touch her, her voice rises into a trembling moan.
"Aah...! M-My Lord… y-you are… you are touching my bosom…!"
Yeah, there's no doubt now that Brunhild has completely dethroned Manas as the tallest woman in my harem, and with a chest that dwarfs even the dragon's. I can't help but marvel that her breasts are so plush and sensitive. After how she melted into that kiss, I think maybe she's ready for something even more intense.
Then, I silently activate [Milky Touch] and slide the babydoll's neckline down, letting her enormous breasts spill free. My hands take the weight of those heavenly mounds, squeezing gently. At once, Brunhild shudders, and her nipples erupt with sudden jets of milk.
"A-ahh…! Wh-what is… happening, my Lord...? Why… why is milk…?"
Her words stutter, and confusion overtakes her face as more warm milk spurts over my fingers. She doesn't understand, and her embarrassment only makes her more beautiful. With that, I close my mouth over one swollen tip, suckling slowly and deeply, which causes her to shriek.
"Nnhhii...! N-no! My Lord, what… what are you doing...? Please...!"
She tries to twist away, but I hold her steady, savoring the taste of her milk as it gushes into my mouth.
"Ahh... aaaaah!!"
Her voice rises as another wave of milk sprays, filling my mouth. Her breasts are too sensitive, too eager to climax with every tug and suck. And the milk itself is so divine and rich, and it feels almost blasphemous to savor it, but it can't be helped.
"Brunhild, your milk is delicious…"
"P-please, my Lord, stop... d-do not bite…!! Please, you must not...!! N-no, I beg you… aaahh...!!"
She's half-wailing, but her protests only grow weaker as her breasts keep spraying fresh bursts of milk in my grip with every climax.
When I finally release her, I immediately sink to my knees. My hands slip down the silk of her thighs and part her legs, revealing her glistening entrance, dripping wet and quivering.
"Brunhild, your pussy is… beautiful."
And I mean it.
Every inch of her body radiates purity, and the more I touch her, the more it feels like some sacred line is being crossed. But I can't stop. I want all of her, even if it feels like sin.
I slide two fingers inside her, just the smallest push, and she instantly arches, her moans wild and frantic.
"Ah...! My Lord, please, d-do not touch that place…! I-I cannot... ahh…!"
She's so tight, so hot, and even with only a few moves, she shrieks again.
"Hnnngghh...!!"
She squirts, love juices gushing over my hand.
"What a climax you have, Brunhild…"
After all, she's a virgin, untouched for millennia. And I need to make her as wet and ready as possible before I ever go further.
With that, I press my mouth to her folds, tongue gliding over her trembling clit, teeth grazing just enough to make her jolt. My fingers work inside her, gentle but relentless.
"Aaahh...! My Lord, please, cease... d-do not…! I-I beg you…! No more…!"
Brunhild cries out, her whole body arching off helplessly. But I don't stop, and she can only scream after that as her pussy keeps squirting wildly into my face and fingers.
"My Lord... please... ahhh...!! I-I do not know what to do...!!"
Finally, I pull my mouth away from Brunhild's pussy, and she collapses backward. And immediately, Salacia, Manas, and Lilith all reach for her at once. Their hands catch her shoulders, her back, and her thighs, and they gently move her onto the bed.
Lilith leans over Brunhild.
"So, Brunhild… how does it feel to be corrupted~?"
Brunhild flinches and pants weakly, struggling to steady her voice.
"P-please… do not ask me such things now… I cannot… compose myself…"
Salacia giggles softly.
"Fufufu~... don't think you're done, Brunhild. Take a look…"
Salacia points a finger at me, and Brunhild's eyes follow, widening in pure shock as she sees Yomogi, Chantal, Kimberly, and Pinna have already stripped off my pants, my cock springing free into their waiting hands.
"Wh-what… what a monster is that…?"
Manas laughs proudly.
"Regret not thy words, Brunhild, for the 'monster' shall soon claim thy body and thy mind alike, and thou wilt yield most utterly."
Yomogi and Chantal wrap their hands around my cock, stroking in perfect sync, their palms sliding up and down the shaft with practiced ease.
"Hehe… Motegi-chan, let me make it even harder, okay? Brunhild needs to feel the maximum…"
"C'mon, Motegi-kun, get bigger for her."
After a few teasing pumps, they lift their hands away. And Kimberly and Pinna immediately take their places, each leaning in toward my cock.
Kimberly goes first, mouth opening as her soft lips form a perfect seal to engulf the tip...
"Slurp... mmph… slurp…"
Before she pulls back with a wet, slippery pop.
"It… must be wet… for Brunhild… Motegi-sama…"
Pinna takes over next, wrapping her mouth around me.
"Slurp… mmph… slurp…"
She sucks once, twice, thrice, then releases me with another wet pop.
"I wished to continue sucking, Master. But this moment must be allocated exclusively for Brunhild."
"Thank you, girls."
With that, I silently activate [Infertile] and move toward Brunhild. She's still trembling on the bed, legs parted just enough from weakness that I can kneel between them and place the tip of my cock against her dripping entrance.
"Are you ready, Brunhild?"
Her breath shakes, and she only nods silently, like her body lets me do whatever I want to her, but her mind drowns in confusion.
"Here I come."
"M-My Lord..."
With that, I push my cock in, slow and steady as I grip her hips. I slide deeper, and inch by inch, I part her. The resistance is fierce and unyielding until I'm finally buried to the hilt with one last, gentle thrust that leaves her gasping.
"Ahhh...! M-my Lord…!"
For a moment, I can't even move as the sensation is overwhelming. Her pussy is so impossibly tight, and it feels like I've breached a gate no one else has even touched for five millennia. If I hadn't made her cum so many times, if Kimberly and Pinna hadn't licked me and made me as slick as possible, I don't think I could have entered her at all.
Brunhild is an angel after all, so her body was never meant for this. It's like I'm making love to purity itself, and I feel a strange awe mixed with guilt.
"Are you okay, Brunhild?"
"Guhh... s‑so this… this is how being impure feels like…? It feels… it feels as though I am being skewered…"
Gently, I hold her face, stroking her hair.
"Brunhild, listen to me. If you think you're a sinner now, then let that be. But just know this... my only goal is to make you someone so deeply cherished that you'll never forget it, not for the rest of your life."
"I… I know this, my Lord… this is why I am entrusted to you…"
"Brunhild."
Her confession is enough for me to lower my lips to hers and kiss her deeply. Our mouths collide with a wet, hungry sound as I entangle my tongue with hers, sucking her lips, stealing every breath she tries to take until every discomfort in her melts into that hot, desperate kiss.
"Chuu… mmn... my… Lord... mnnn…"
When I finally break away, a string of saliva connects our mouths. She's panting, dazed, glowing.
"Brunhild, can I move now?"
"Yes, my Lord… I am ready. Please… do as you wish..."
With that, I start moving, slow and careful at first... before I thrust a little faster, a little harder, until the wet sounds of our bodies fill the air. And each movement pulls a sharp moan from her throat.
"Aahh...! M‑my Lord… m‑my stomach… it feels… it feels as though it is being dug out…!"
"Shit, Brunhild… your pussy is choking me like crazy!"
With every thrust, her enormous breasts bounce wildly, and I can't resist to activate [Milky Touch] again and knead her breasts. Her nipples spurt milk into my palms and I dive down to take both nipples into my mouth, sucking hard until her cries grow ragged and higher-pitched.
"Aaaahh...! M‑my Lord…! M‑my bosom… m‑my bosom is… is being suckled…!"
"You're so perfect, Brunhild! Everything about you... your face, your pussy, your breasts. I want to make you feel all of it!"
I thrust harder and keep sticking my mouth on her nipples. And throughout this moment, milk sprays into my mouth as her pussy gushes love juices again down my cock, each climax tightening her pussy around me.
I've successfully made Salacia overflows with milk and turned her into my personal sea dairy, so I'm thrilled to repeat the same thing to Brunhild... exposing her breasts with [Milky Touch] until she becomes my divine dairy.
And then, I can feel myself hurtling over the edge.
"It's no good, Brunhild! I'm losing it!"
She gasps, confused and overwhelmed.
"L‑losing… it…? My Lord, w‑what does that mean...?"
"It's coming!"
"Aaaaaah...!! It feels like a volcanic explosion inside...!! What is this...!? Why does it not stop...!? Aaaahhh...!! My Lord...!!"
With a roar, I slam deep, and my mouth suckles both her swollen nipples as I explode inside her a lot, pouring thick, hot cum straight into her. In response, she screams as her pussy clenches and squirts love juices down my cock, while her breasts burst milk into my mouth.
"Haa... haa... haa... my Lord..."
When it finally stops, Brunhild is panting heavily, and her legs are shaking like crazy.
But of course, this is not over yet...