Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem



He found her blacksmith, then began to walk around the side to find a cute brown and black door made of wood. It looked like those dwarven homes in fantasy books, with a round doorframe and thick doorknob made of gold.

His heart raced faster, his breathing quicker, and his chest felt warm. He wanted to knock but instead opened the door, finding himself in a large, spacious room.

He first saw a dragon sculpture made from steel, polished and shaped in a majestic pose. Then two swords were hanging from the wall, one made of steel and the other from dragon claws. Both weapons had runes engraved on them.

Mel'Zentia's home was quiet, rustic and homey, with logs on the fire crackling like a winter movie.

He looked around to find pictures on the wall... 10 girls who looked like Zentia but were a little taller and wilder, eight packs, huge swords and armour... 

More like warriors than blacksmiths, a gentlewoman was sitting on a chair in the centre... she was short like Zentia, but her atmosphere was soft and gentle... 'Is this my future mother-in-law?' he thought before a soft voice sounded behind him.

Turning around, he took a few steps to find a pair of female arms crossed before him, smiling. "Hello there~ she said with a sweet voice."

Zentia was wearing a light black dress with small red shoes as she walked towards him with a radiant smile, Raven noticed her hair was different, and she was wearing makeup! 

"You look beautiful with your hair down, Zentai." His first words sounded before taking the first step and wrapping her short but soft body in his arms, lifting her off the floor as she sighed with the strength of his hug.

"Raven~ ah... you smell so good. Am I really that pretty?" Her glistening eyes were like golden torches peering at him with a pretty smile framed with soft, pink, glossy lips.

"Yes, you are..." Raven whispered before kissing her forehead as she returned the kiss.

A minute passed, and they seemed lost in each other's eyes, "You're such a cute goblin..." He whispered, leaning closer as she stood on her tiptoes, closing her eyes, with her long eyelashes brushing against his face, her soft lips moving closer to his, her breath smelling fruity and sweet.

Raven's hands moved down to her hips, feeling how firm and supple they were, pressing them together, causing Zentia's soft marshmallow breasts to press against his chest.

"My favourite orc~" The goblin whispered in his ear, giggling when he tensed.

"Hm? What did you say?" He asked, rubbing his cheek, feeling her hot breath tickle his skin.

"I said... My favourite orc~" She answered with a smile. "Your scent makes me feel secure and relaxed."

"Oh..."

She wrapped her arms around him again, breathing heavily as he held onto her waist, enjoying her softness and warmth. "I can't hold back..." She moaned, biting her lip before opening her mouth and kissing him deeply and passionately.

They broke apart after a passionate moment, staring into each other's eyes. "So, what do you want, Raven?" Zentia asked, her voice calm and composed now.

"Well, I wanted to see your work, and I also wanted to enjoy dinner together..." He said.

"You're not going to try to seduce me?" She asked, amused.

Raven lifted her off the ground, their height difference too big, as her body left the ground, as he held her against his chest, her nose pressing against his, "Ah, I wanted to save that for after business was done... we might not stop until morning."

The blacksmith smiled, "But I'm sure we'll have fun."

"Alright, let's go." He said, walking towards the door, holding her in his arms.

***

He found himself in a hallway with doors on both sides—one opened to a room, while another had an open doorway leading outside.

"This way," Zentia said, guiding him through the hallway. He seemed surprised, her little body sitting on his muscular forearm, like his arm was her chair, with a satisfied look on her face.

The hall was massive, with a ceiling that could fit three dwarves standing shoulder-to-shoulder. 'How can she have such a big home in such a tiny building?'

He wondered before they came to a huge display table with an Axe.... over 210 cm long... the blade was at least 60cm of that... it was huge, with a dark red lustre... 

"This is Mor'Vaal II", Her voice sounded, leaning back against his upper arm, her buttocks wrapping around his forearm, looking at him with narrow eyes. "I kept the name because it brought us together... what triggered my desire to be with you."

Raven looked at the axe, "It looks like an amazing weapon... the ornate design... How did you upgrade the axe in a few days to this level... I cannot fathom how much effort you put in..." 

Zentia just smiled, her arms wrapping around his muscular neck as she kissed his cheek, her eyes watching him with an affectionate gaze.

"Because I loved making it," Zentia said, facing him. "And I love you, Raven."

"Thank you, Zentia." He said, kissing her cheek as she giggled.

"Let's see your new dragon-scale armour; it's so cool and manly!" She said.

"Sure."

"Come here, please~" She begged, leaning forward, showing off her cleavage, her nipples poking out of her thin blouse, making him stiffen up.

"No need to beg," He muttered, holding her steady, taking her small hand in his and leading her to the hall where the armour was displayed.

They stopped before a rack of leather straps, which served as a display for the Dragon Scale Armour. Some pieces hung on the wall, while others were inside beautiful glass cases, but all were inferior compared to this.

"What do you think?" Zentia asked, turning around to present it to him, her butt cheeks touching his legs.

The Dragon Scale was a set of armour designed by Zentia, made of high-quality leather and metal, resembling scales, with black iron plates covering the back, shoulders, and thighs.

There was a breastplate that covered the chest, along with black scale pants and a belt that wrapped around the waist.

A chainmail vest covered the stomach, and two shoulder guards, one on each side. The front of the lower torso and the calves had a pair of high boots with metal buckles.

The dragon scale armour was designed to protect the wearer against all attacks, with spikes that would pierce anything, making it a formidable defence against most opponents. It also gave the wearer a distinct look, unlike any other heavy armour, and was fairly light, weighing only 25 kg.

"It's beautiful," He said, impressed despite knowing his workmanship.

"I know," Zentia replied, turning around to show her ass to him, "I worked hard to make sure it would fit your frame perfectly."

She hugged his neck, dangling from his body, with a lustful look, "Then~ in return, shouldn't we see if I can fit your huge weapon perfectly? I am confident in the smooth, tight feeling of my sheath."

She kissed his lips before pushing him back onto a chair, bouncing on his lap before her tongue pushed into his mouth.

Raven moaned as he felt her pelvis press against his groin, her breasts pressed against his chest. She began grinding her hips, rubbing her pussy against his rod, her thick thighs pressing against his.

He sighed, wanting to be inside her but unable to move or resist the temptation.

Zentia grinned at him as she sucked on his tongue with a loud pop before releasing it, "Do you want to eat dinner, have a bath or have me?" She asked, moving down to kiss his neck again.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her thighs rubbing against his crotch. "I want you in the bath."

"Yes, Sir," she purred, climbing off his lap and walking towards a door behind them.

After a moment, he heard water splashing and soon smelled the pleasant scent of lavender.

He watched through the window as Zentia entered a large tub filled with hot water, placing herself in it and stretching her arms above her head.

"Come on then, Raven, show me that huge cock of yours live in the flesh~ fufu!"

Raven didn't need to be asked to tease—his leather tunic and jacket were thrown to the floor as he rushed into the bathroom, taking off his clothes rapidly.

Standing in the nude before the cheeky goblin in awe of his towering rod.