Return of the Mythic Bloodline

Chapter 519: The Punishment III(18+)

A/N: Final Chapter of the Master play of Taranis with Nymeria and Ume. From next Chapter onwards, the story will move it’s focus to the plot.

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"Ang... ahn... ahn..." Low whimpers of Nymeria echoed in the room, her hands trying to free themselves from my grip. Each tiny sound tugged at something deep inside me.

She slowly moved her face back, her pale eyes meeting mine as moisture slowly appeared in them, glistening under the soft lamplight. Her lower lip trembled, and her voice cracked with genuine-sounding vulnerability. "I-it really hurts... y-you jerk," she cried in a sulk, her usual composure completely shattered.

Her words landed like a dagger piercing my heart. The whip immediately fell from my hand. My other hand released the grip on her wrists, the tension in my body dissolving into panic. "Did I hit you too hard?" I asked, instantly moving off her and pulling her into my embrace, her hips resting on my laps. My arms wrapped around her protectively, guilt gnawing at my insides. "I am sorry, Nymeria. I did not mean to truly hurt you."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, a smile playing on her lips, her breath warm against my skin, "You are such a softy, master."

"Y-you were acting?" I asked, pulling her back from the shoulders, my brows furrowing deeply. She carried a smug of victory on her serene face, her tears vanishing as if they had never existed. "You sly hamster, do you have any idea how much regret I felt just now?"

"Hehe~ not my mistake that you are such a baby, my cutie~" she said, hugging me again, pressing her body against mine. "Nonetheless, my rear really hurts."

She moved my hand to her butts and declared, her voice carrying a playful command, "Caress them."

"I wonder who is the real master here," I sighed as I gently rubbed her reddened cheeks, feeling the warmth of the marks under my palm. The skin was tender, but she seemed to relish the attention.

"M-master, you have not punished me yet," Ume’s hesitant voice grabbed both of our attention. She crawled toward me, her face burning crimson, lips shivering and her fluffy ears standing straight in anticipation. Her pink eyes carried immense embarrassment from the words she had just said, but what overpowered them was the lust hidden in their depths, a hunger that had been awakened. Seeing my master act with Nymeria had triggered switches inside her that she never knew existed.

"She has lost her mind," Nymeria whispered playfully, giving her a side glance, a teasing smile curling on her lips. "It is your responsibility to satisfy the hungry fox now."

"I will put the ointment on you later," I said, lightly patting Nymeria’s butts as I turned my gaze to Ume, the previous stern look returning to my face. My eyes locked onto hers, and the air between us grew heavy with unspoken promise.

Nymeria moved to the edge of the bed, lying on her side, her excited eyes locked on us, expecting to watch something far more entertaining than any TV series she had ever seen. Her creamy eyes gleamed with anticipation.

With one hand, I grabbed Ume’s collar and slowly moved toward the bed’s edge opposite to the one where Nymeria lay. Ume obediently crawled before me on the bed, following my lead, her movements hesitant but willing.

I stood on the floor and ordered, my voice heavy and cold, carrying an edge of authority, "Turn around, foxy. Arch your back and place your face on the bed."

"I-I must not do something so degenerate. S-sister Nym is watching," Ume argued, her embarrassment taking over her lust, every syllable dripping with a stutter. Her fluffy ears flattened against her head.

I released a sigh of defeat. "If it is too difficult for you, you do not need to force your—"

’Command her again in a strict order,’ Nymeria’s voice echoed inside my head. She was using Soulforce to directly convey her thoughts into my mind, her tone insistent.

’She is clearly uncomfortable. I cannot force her to do something she does not want to,’ I replied, shaking my head internally.

Nymeria’s brows furrowed on the other side of the bed, her face screaming Idiot at me with every line of her expression.

’You know nothing of Sister Ume’s preference,’ she shouted in my brain, clearly disappointed. ’Just follow what I say. I would never tell you to do something that would hurt her feelings.’

I had no doubts about that. These girls had become so close to each other that sometimes they made me wonder if I was being a third wheel between them.

I released a sigh, turning my expression hard again as I ordered Ume once more, my voice sharp and commanding, "How dare you tell your master what to do? Turn around right now!"

My words shook Ume’s whole body, a visible tremor running through her frame. She took a long gulp, her throat bobbing, and slowly turned around, but still did not bend her back.

’Hit her butts and order her to raise her ass high,’ Nymeria gave me the next set of instructions, which were clearly questionable.

Nonetheless, I followed her command, having blind trust in her instincts.

I raised my hand high, brought it down hard on her butts, and ordered, my voice turning a bit deeper, more resonant, "Raise your ass high, foxy!"

"Heek!" Ume’s whole body trembled from the impact, her eyes instantly snapping back at me over her shoulder. Her pupils shifted from round to vertical, her fox traits emerging in a flash of instinctive anger.

’Damn! She is going to kill me,’ I screamed inwardly, feeling shivers run down my spine.

To my surprise, Ume moved her face forward again, arched her back, her face touching the mattress, her rear reaching parallel to my face due to the heightened bed. The position was perfectly presented.

"Master, I am a bad foxy. Please discipline me," she said, her voice low as a mosquito’s buzz, her face digging into the mattress as if trying to hide herself from the intense shame surging through her.

’Th-that actually worked?’ I murmured inwardly, my eyes widened in confusion and shock.

’Now do you understand? Sister Ume is what the people of your world call... a masochist,’ Nymeria revealed, her face carrying a deep, knowing smile. ’I do not have to guide you anymore, right?’

Naturally, I replied, opening the inventory beside me with a mental command.

From within, I took out an electric paddle, with a round hilt and a long flat black surface with small metallic buttons along its surface, used to carry the current.

With my other hand, I grabbed the waist-bend of her pink shorts and pulled them down.

She instinctively tried to move her hips sideways to the bed but I did not allowed her, locking her hips with both hands firmly.

She released low whimpers from embarassment, her toes fidgeting.

Now that her rear was completely exposed to me, I could not tear my eyes away from them. While Nymeria’s skin was white like milk, Ume’s round cheeks had a faint rosy hue, making them equally erotic, the soft curves beckoning.

Before I knew it, my hand was already groping her cheek, my fingers digging into her unbelievably soft skin, the flesh yielding under my touch.

"T-tell me, foxy. Wh-what d-did you do to earn this spanking?" I said, barely holding back the heat surging through me, my voice cracking slightly at the edges.

No response came. She was already dying of embarrassment from the humiliating pose she was currently in. Speaking was the least she wanted to do. Her face remained buried in the mattress.

I raised the dial on the paddle to level three, its surface buzzing with electric current, a low crackle filling the air.

"Answer when your master asks a question!" I commanded, the paddle landing horizontally across both her cheeks.

Spank!

The sound rippled through the room, sharp and authoritative, followed by an ecstatic moan escaping her lips.

"Ahn~ Bad foxy dared to get suspicious of master’s faith," Ume answered, her fingers digging into the bedsheet, clutching the fabric tightly. "She has done unforgivable crime."

Only a single strike, and her love juices were already leaking down in an obscene display, pooling onto the bedsheet beneath her.

Both me and Nymeria were completely frozen from the intoxicating sight before us, our eyes locked onto Ume, our breathing heavy and faces intense red with heat. The air in the room had grown thick with lust. Nymeria did not even realise when her one hand had already reached between her thighs as she began touching herself, her fingers moving in slow, absent circles.

I was about to lose it all when Ume spoke again, her voice trembling but carrying through the haze. "When Master left to talk with that Saya girl, Brother Aryan revealed that she was your crush. Bad foxy felt very angry and came to eavesdrop on you with Sister Nym. Please punish her for that as well."

After a brief pause, she added, her voice dropping to a breathless whisper, "Punish her harder this time."

Now I realised why that old shit had not commented anything when I told Ume and Nymeria that Saya was just a friend from college. He was scheming behind my back for revenge.

However, it did not matter to me anymore. The sight before me was making me forget everything else.

"Ume, could you form a tail?" I asked, my voice husky, barely recognisable.

She did not answer. Instead, a long, fluffy tail materialised on her back, connected to her tailbone, swaying gently as if it had a life of its own. The fur was a rich shade of pink, matching her hair.

I grabbed her tail with one hand, increased the paddle intensity to five, and spanked her again.

Her skin rippled across the point of impact, the soft curves jiggling hypnotically with the aftershock of the strike, leaving a deep red line above the previous one. The paddle buzzed with electricity, and the mark glowed faintly.

"Ahhnn~" Her moan came raw and loud, tearing through the room, her thighs trembling frantically. In the same instant, a flood of her sprinkling water spilled out like a broken dam, covering my clothes, the bedsheet, and the floor alike. Her body convulsed, and she fell sideways, losing every bit of strength in her limbs.

The paddle fell from my hand, clattering against the floor. My chest rose and fell in low gasps as I stared at the two girls like a beast unleashed, my eyes burning with primal hunger. The sight of them, the sounds, the scent—it all consumed me.

"Nymeria, Ume..." I murmured, my eyes only half open as I unbuttoned my shirt with deliberate, slow movements, revealing the taut muscles beneath. "We will not be leaving this room for the whole day."