Ghoul King's Harem

"I will let you decide."

He said again in a warm breath as if to her soul, his hand on her lower back while she felt him kissing her cheeks before reaching down the collar of her clothing, making her gasp.

"Mmm!"

Mildred's eyes widened as his hands went lower, touching her buttocks; his kisses went further, sucking gently on her neck as she felt his sharp teeth grazing her soft, creamy skin with a wet sound filling her ears.

"A-Alex."

Mildred whispered, her head turning to the side, looking at his handsome and gentle face as he kissed her exposed collarbone while his fingers easily opened the buttons on her dress.

He skillfully pulled the black silk down to her shoulders, revealing the top of her huge, creamy white tits, gently tracing the soft flesh, and squishing his finger into the firm fatty mounds, writing that he wanted her over and over.

"Is this okay?"

He whispered again, asking Mildred's approval, not forcing himself on her as if allowing her to think, enjoy their moment, and love his embrace while the zombies below growled and grunted like wild animals.

The soft sensation on Mildred's neck had turned into an electric tingle down her spine, making her shudder as Alexander kissed her neck once more before slowly removing her clothes as if not wanting to rush this first night and giving her plenty of time, which she greatly appreciated.

"Y-yes. She nodded."

Her heart raced, thinking of his strong arms wrapped around her.

Mildred couldn't resist her urge for love, feeling her dress slowly pulled further down to reveal her breasts, gently swaying and flopping down, revealing her erotic bell-shaped bosom.

"Beautiful!"

Alexander admired Mildred, making her timid, not confident about herself, and still dragging her past trauma that he wanted to help her forget or at least soothe.

Yet as Alex gently cupped her breasts, rubbing his fingers in a circle on her pink nipples, Mildred let out a short and sweet moan, her large and watery eyes trembling as she looked into his, feeling no disgust, nor did she feel dirty as her lower half burned with desire.

"Am I really beautiful, even if I am the woman who was used like that? I know men hate women who have a past."

"They are simply insecure, lack the confidence to erase another man's memory from the woman's body, have small egos, and are truly pitiful... Look at how beautiful and cute you are."

"Thanks to those idiots, you are now mine."

His words touched her, making Mildred feel happy; his touch on her chest caused her heart to flutter—not the horrible and traumatic feeling like before, but something she could only describe as heavenly.

Her body stretched out each time his fingers brushed along the tips of her nipples, causing Mildred to groan in pleasure, pressing her warm breasts against him, begging him silently for more as she closed her eyes, her breathing short and warm, with her mind hazy from the gentle and passionate caress.

Mildred couldn't fight his charm and domineering strength, feeling more like she needed him inside, this gentle and pleasant feeling; she wanted it to overwrite everything, painting her in his colour, and finally accept her.

"Alex, can you do it gently?"

She asked with a whisper, as if too afraid, with a blush and a sense of uncertainty, wondering if he'd say no and get bored or annoyed. Yet Alexander kissed her cheeks instead, slowly nodding before four huge wings spread from his back as he lifted her like a princess and took to the sky.

"Don't worry, this isn't the time to rush."

Together, they flew through the skies of New Haven like magic, his arms pulling her tight against his chest while he kissed her passionately, entangling his tongue with hers.

Mildred closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle and sweet caress of his hands, groping her buttocks and massaging her soft, meaty body slowly and sensually to ease her nervousness.

Flying through the air for what seemed to be no more than 20 minutes, Mildred suddenly found them in a familiar place.

It was the Lone Star Academy, or rather, the place she first met Alexander, as he took several quilts and a soft mattress and dropped them below, fluttering his wings as he lowered them onto the ground.

"This place, isn't it?"

"It's the place our story together started—the day you were half naked in the rain, and I pushed you down, trying to kill you."

Mildred felt rumbles in her chest as her heart raced, the mattress in the exact position where he pushed her down, memories of when she was in the simple blouse and he was just a confused and cold man.

"Ahh....Mmmm."

She was gently pushed down onto the clean mattress, her eyes opening wide, recognising the broken pipe, crushed concrete, and most of all, the huge bloody dome that covered them, around ten metres in size.

"It's to stop anyone from seeing my cute Mildred's body for the first time."

Despite knowing it was folly, or rather, his speaking about her body being reborn and now her hymen being restored, she appreciated his treatment, letting herself relax on the bedding. 

Alexander leaned down, kissing Mildred's neck as his hands touched her breasts again, rubbing her nipples gently as he sucked her lips before kissing her chin and cheeks, leaving a tingling sensation each time their wet flesh connected and split apart.

His soft caress spread from her chest, sliding along her creamy skin to her shoulders, gently brushing along her upper body as Mildred felt enveloped in his affection and warm, comforting passion.

She began to gasp, his hand sliding between her thighs, spreading her legs open slowly, while his touch moved towards her underwear, rubbing her clitoris and folds through the fabric, the soft sensation sending electric currents down her spine to her brain.

"Nnnn."

It felt like electricity was shocking her mind as her mouth hung open, feeling him slowly pull her underwear, revealing the small blonde tuft of light pubic hair, his fingers touching her labia.

"Is it okay, Milly?"

"It's fine."

He used her nickname for the first time, causing her stomach to fill with butterflies fluttering around as her heart raced. His touches were like honey—soft and warm—not rough but pleasantly enjoyable, as Mildred couldn't compare them to her past actions that were forceful, violent, and only aimed at a quick release.

Everything negative began to vanish as her hips naturally lifted, swaying to the sensation of his fingers slowly tracing along her puffy mound, the slightly pink button peeking from its hidden bed.

"Alex, your fingers feel so amazing.

Her milky voice sounded in the dark of night, the one responsible gently grasping her heavy bosom with his spare hand, squishing and pinching her nipple, gradually increasing the strength in his fingertips as her chest began to turn pink.

"Nnn... my boobs feel good, but don't pinch my nipples so hard."

"Haha, but they're so lively due to my teasing!"

"No...haa...Mmmm... that is...

Mildred moaned when his fingertips pressed against her soft entrance, smeared with the sticky remnants of her warm nectar.

"Do you want to feel good?

The moment he asked, Mildred felt she might fall into a hell of pleasure, but all she could do was nod to him, no longer trying to calm her racing heart.