Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem



Raven waited for her a few steps away before he snuck her body in his arm, letting her lean on him and walk without any stress. He had been very busy since becoming a father to many different races, reading about what women needed. 

'I cannot believe that a vampire's child needs the mother to ingest more blood; well, it seems logical but a little strange.'

Sasha was still pouting, but his warmth and treatment made her forget that he teased her in the car as they entered the restaurant. 

The doors slid open, revealing the well-dressed maître d'. "May I take the gentleman's and lady's names, please?"

The man smiled politely at Raven and Sasha, bowing and holding the door open, smiling and welcoming them. Raven smiled, watching the bustling restaurant floor packed with couples eating, some like vampires holding wine glasses filled with a red liquid, while others drank water as their dates took nibbles from the dishes on their table.

"We are Mr and Mrs Granbell. I booked the VIP service for vampire mothers-to-be—my reservation code is 1545585."

"Oh, you reserved the garden section—do you have a child on the way with an expecting lady? Our garden terrace is an enchanting area specially made for expecting couples, relaxing and filled with pure mana to soothe the Mrs blood flow and body. The drinks are fully enriched with nutrients, and the blood is of the purest, with only voluntary female virgins who were sourced fairly and paid well."

"Thanks, it is the VIP-1 grand garden, right?" said Raven, gazing at the guide who led them through a long tunnel before coming to a huge silver door, thinking Sasha was far too shy to admit she was pregnant in front of people; several other guests were listening.

But he then heard her whispers, "Mrs Granbell... Mrs Granbell~ Mrs Granbell!!!"

She was half skipping beside him in glee, squeezing his thick bicep and occasionally kissing his cheek, as no one in the mansion would refer to Sasha like that, everyone preferring to refer to her as Lady Sasha or Mistress. 

No matter how noble she was, the feeling of being paired as her beloved's wife made her overjoyed, as she grasped his hand tightly, watching the door open slowly.

The silver doors of the garden slowly opened, and the gleeful voices vanished as soon as the couple walked inside the mysterious and magic-laden room. Raven and Sasha's bodies felt a change when they walked through those two imposing gates. They walked slowly, looking for their private area.

"This entire garden is reserved for your enjoyment; welcome to the VIP-1 Grand Garden. I will do my best to serve you, and on that table is the button to call should you require anything; please enjoy the complimentary blood juice, which is healthy for both mother and daughter. Congratulations on your future beauty." The man smiled at Raven before sniffing once and leaving with a bow.

Once outside, the man wiped cold sweat off his head and hurried away. When Raven walked in, he could smell his blood and the overwhelming power, a majesty not possessed by any race in Arcadia.

Thus, he began to rush to the kitchen and service desk to ensure nobody upset them.

Raven held Sasha's hand like a brittle piece of porcelain, helping her onto the soft sofa, but before he could move, she yanked his arm and pushed him onto the seat beside her, rolling her body to mount his thighs. 

"My husband~ Mrs Granbell wants a kiss."

"So you heard? How shameless, Sasha. We aren't even married yet; there will be no child before marriage," teased Raven, biting her nose.

Sasha pouted with her plush, fleshy lower lip trembling,

"Liar," she huffed.

"Troublemaker."

She ground her soft butt on his crotch, squishing down until he felt it painfully swollen in his pants.

"You went so far for me. Is it because of our little girl or this big girl?" She rubbed her stomach while talking about the little girl, then began to massage her large breasts that began to lactate when speaking of a big girl. "Ah... my milk is dripping..." Sasha was so seductive, knowing how to make Raven hard and aroused more than any of his women.

The red dress slipped off her body as she revealed her large, creamy pillows of soft flesh before leaning forward and placing the slightly sticky tips against Raven's lips, smearing him with the faintly sweet and fair scent.

"Hmm, that isn't very polite," chuckled Raven.

"Why~ can't a big girl do this for her man, huh, not fair...."

"You are mine and should never reveal such a lewd body in front of strangers," grinned Raven.

"It's fine, look." *Snap* Her fingers created a huge blood-red barrier around them as she smiled knowingly. "Please, just until it stops coming out? Okay, I will wait for this until later..." Her voice was sweet as her fingers traced his engorged member. "Right now, drink, it won't stop... You need to swallow it."

"Such a wicked and depraved daughter I have," teased Raven, opening his mouth. "I knew this was one of your fantasies—come on then."

Sasha shuddered when his rough fingers slid under the slit of her clothing, dipping into the sensitive valley between her soft ass cheeks, teasingly tracing along the side of her crotch before he spread his palm, his fingers covering her plump nether region, lightly squishing the juicy valley between his index and ring fingers.

She couldn't contain the moans, a soft gasp escaping her mouth, her fingers pressing Raven's head harder against her chest. Her eyes glazed in a sexual frenzy. Raven could feel her trembling from the tips of his fingers to his tongue.

"Uhg... Oh my god... your hands are the devil."

"Silence, Sasha, now let me taste your flavour. How does it compare to the others?" 

"Na....Nha..... don't compare...!"

Raven wrapped her small cherry with his lips—sticky milk bubbling from her tip was a little sweet but lacked the strong flavour of creaminess like cow's milk, yet the warmth and taste felt like Sasha, causing him to get addicted to drinking.

She held his face close with one hand, stroking his hair, her breathing heavy as the slightly acerbic milk spurted in his mouth and down his throat as though he was a little hungry.

Raven drank the milk as he slid a finger down her rump and into her hot tunnel, feeling it pulsate and convulse with waves of pleasure as it coated his digits, his thumb sliding over her pleasure button with intense heat.

As she came, Sasha threw her head back with a gasp of pleasure, squirting a fluid that trickled out of his finger as though it was never enough. Sasha squinted at him, her cheeks reddening like an apple as Raven flicked his finger, sticking his tongue out to show her the juices that trailed across his skin.

"Perverted woman... how embarrassing, trying to make me into a pervert," he smirked.

"No.... but—that is no fair... why is that so, your face—your expressions!"

Raven pulled Sasha's trembling body toward him, not willing to let her go, his rough palm no longer being erotic and just gently embracing her, his eyes gazing into hers as they sat in silence, holding each other. The pale, milky white woman giggled like a little girl, sitting on Raven's lap in silence.

"I am so glad... that you are with me..." she sighed.

"I wish you would spend my entire pregnancy with me every day... Don't just vanish whenever it suits you...."

Raven stroked her lustrous, silvery head of hair with a faint sigh. "Sasha... I've told you already, no matter what, I am the daughter's father."

"I will try to spend a part of every day with you." Raven was sincere, "It's just, well, we have no way of tracking me when I go... So I always get caught up doing things; I can bring you with me sometimes."

Sasha sighed, stroking her face against Raven, "Then it doesn't count... Hmm? Dianne, Amelia... who else is in that harem you call a girlfriend? Ah, yes, a bitch and a horse, I'm the best of the group, right?"

Raven was lost for words; the venom dripping from her voice left him speechless, but he understood why she acted this way.

Sasha's strength was so strong, yet her weakness was the most potent weapon someone could use to control and manipulate her—the daughter of the ancient clan of vampires and blood for thousands of years, yet now like a lovesick teen girl with a heart of wax.

'Why is love such a frightening emotion...' he sighed inwardly.

"Yes, my harem can be called weird. They are all pretty powerful and aren't ordinary beings," he muttered, wiping Sasha's soft and dewy eyes as he gazed into her red pupils, full of jealousy but mixed with self-reflection and a little helplessness.

She wanted to think clearly and push the emotion from her heart that swelled and roared so violently but wanted to think; that was all she could do, and that was all she needed—to live without regret that she decided to keep his child in her womb.

Raven knew that part of her being so irritated and volatile was her hormones, whether his women kicked, screamed or fired magic at him. He would accept it with a smile and tell them his genuine feelings.

The sound of light laughter filled the silence of the beautiful flower garden, her eyes closing as she allowed herself to release all pent-up emotions; she had no idea how painful this experience was, her thoughts a muddle of messy hormones.

"Are you going to apologise for making fun of them and hurting Dianne?" asked Raven with a pout.

"Yes, okay, don't make that sulky, disappointed face, silly husband," she winked.

"Raven's finger seemed to press a button before he lifted Sasha while still wrapping her legs around him, before sitting her at the table and sliding her under, making sure it was high enough not to affect her bump, giving it a gentle stroke before he kissed Sasha's lips with a brief peck. "Let's order first, I am starving."

The space below the table had no access from outside or view, a luxury akin to eating off your lap like some fancy restaurant in the old world, not wanting to reveal the clumsy food-swallowing process like a savage beast.

Raven scoured the menu, seeing foods he couldn't understand, from dishes as bizarre as eyeballs boiled in a soup with human spines as seasoning to things as mundane as chicken and roast potatoes.

Sasha appeared a little bored, staring at him as she rubbed her stomach with a sigh. "This place is nice, the only blood restaurant for exotic races; I am craving something new tonight..."

She kicked off her shoes. A pair of white pumps sailed towards Raven, the fronts leaving tiny marks where her heel left imprints before falling like a bird, her naked toes wriggling as she placed the snow-white feet onto his lap and let out a pleased sigh. 

"I will take this and this, then for my drink, maybe a young virgin's wine and hot, sexy orcs as dessert," Sasha said, rubbing her soft soles against his growing shaft, a teasing smile on her face as she pressed the call button. 

"Lord Granbell! Lady Granbell, how may I please you!?"

The hurried voice was no different than the attendant they saw entering, the two looking at each other with knowing looks as Sasha did what Sasha did best — being a tease.

She arched her feet and pressed them harder, seeing the throbbing bulge was finally her prey, the rising monster making her mouth water.

"We'd like, let me see... Do you have orc dishes? For two adults, yes, and make one a full course... Rare with thick, bulging meat, steak and pork are ideal. Then, for wines, I want alcohol-free Blood juice, preferably something sweet, a virgin girl between the ages of fifteen and twenty-two."

"Of course, Sir Raven, do you need anything else?"

Raven tapped a thick-boned foot on the hard tiles; he could barely pay attention to the voice calling his name.

The bustling noise of the busy wait staff in the background filtered away; as he focused his thoughts, the female server looked up and could not help but notice a man holding his temples, sighing.

"Uhh, I will have a rare meat meal for myself. Finally, I made my drink a dwarven brandy. Remember, my wife is pregnant and a vampire, so use the blood from my meal to make hers even more delicious." Raven's sapphire eyes never left Sasha as she wrapped his rod in both feet, slowly moving forward and back, jerking him off with a teasing face.

"At once! I will ensure everything is perfect and have the service station send in food and drinks as soon as you have finished with the wine and the blood meal has cooled; please enjoy the romantic atmosphere."

'Nnnm, romantic, huh~ How accurate.' Thought Raven, wondering why Sasha was giggling.

"Isn't that exciting; he sounded excited about delivering the young virgin's pure blood... Nnm... such a tasty menu tonight~," Sasha cooed.

Raven wondered why his wife was teasing his cock until their food arrived, his deep, sapphire blue eyes fixed upon Sasha's red lips, sucking her on the small blood candy, swallowing them with a gleeful look.

The seductress finally released him, and his member was about to explode, throbbing, rock hard, aching like hell as it was trapped under his suit.

Her eyes stared down like a wild beast at the hidden organ protruding proudly under his pants; even from here, she could barely hold herself back.

'Well, the book said vampires and elves became extremely horny during pregnancy, let's not get too mad and try to enjoy our meal...'