Chapter 30 Christ.

Chapter 30: 30 Christ.

Please don’t spit on my floor," I said.

I’m not sure she heard me. I barely heard myself, because as I was saying that, the dog girl flipped up her skirt.

I choked on my coffee as my eyes locked onto the unexpected sight.

Ayra wore nothing under her skirt, presenting a perfectly round, firm ass and more than a peek at her puffy pussy lips.

Her tan skin was lighter where underwear should have been, which implied that, for whatever reason, she chose not to bring underwear along with her today, but usually did.

Two dimples above her rump marked the small of her back, but my eyes were mostly flitting between the winking of her asshole as she reached back to spread her cheeks, and the rapidly dampening slit of her cunt.

My brain blue-screened while my body had much more forceful reactions.

I shifted uncomfortably, aware of my jeans mysteriously shrinking on me all of a sudden.

"Ayra!" Elsa hissed, yanking the skirt down. "Cover yourself! It has been less than twenty minutes!"

"But my transgression—" Ayra protested.

"Was imaginary," Elsa finished. "Grey offered you the bacon. Be seated at once."

Ayra’s ears drooped, but she sat, shooting me hopeful looks like she thought I might set the record straight and offer her some punishment once and for all. Honestly, I was kind of considering it.

I blinked a few more times, stared down into my coffee, inwardly recited the Lord’s Prayer, and managed to restart. "So. How did you find us?"

"That would be the chrono crystals," Elsa explained. "Each party member has one, save for you. They’re attuned for tracking across realms and time."

"Took forever to lock onto her signature," Ayra added. "Twenty years of temporal displacement! How did that happen?!"

"Wait—So you’re stuck here too?" I asked, suddenly piecing some things together. "With us? For two whole decades?"

Ayra nodded cheerfully. "Until the final battle and the appearance of the Tower of Convergence! There is no way back until then." She leaned toward me eagerly. "I don’t suppose you have room for another houseguest, Master?"

"Plenty of room," I assured her. It was true, but I wasn’t quite sure just what sort of dynamic we were headed toward. Elsa and I had just been getting close. A part of me thought we might be on the path to falling in love. And now we had a third wheel begging me to slap her ass every now and then?

But when I looked at Elsa, for some reason this didn’t seem to register with her.

"You don’t need to call him Master, you know," Elsa muttered.

"But I want to," Ayra pouted, rivaling Elsa’s best efforts. "We are in his home. And, as our champion, he is our leader. And Canid girls need strong male authority figures—which my life as a member of the Hero’s Party has woefully deprived me of. We yearn for the cruel hand of a brutal lord, doling out punishment and making us obedient."

I looked to Elsa for help. She shrugged. "I suppose it is what it is. As long as you’re good, I’m sure Sir Grey here will work hard to keep you satisfied."

"Wait," I said as realization dawned on me, mainly because the dog girl called me ’our champion’, but now because of what Elsa just said. "When you said I was your ’fated mate,’ Elsa, I thought each member of your party had your own person. But that’s not right, is it?"

Elsa sipped her caffeinated beverage, looking a bit annoyed, but nodded. "No. That’s not right."

"So I’m..."

"The fated mate for all three of us," she confirmed with a growl. "I thought I’d have more time with you to myself, but apparently not. One champion must bind the three heroines, representing the three great kingdoms of Antheria, and lead them to defeat Black Lazarus."

"Three?" I echoed weakly.

Ayra’s tail thumped against her chair. "Juniper hasn’t arrived yet, but she will! I’m sure it won’t be too long, Master, don’t worry!"

I sat back, trying to process this. One elf princess had turned my life into chaos already, though not the bad kind. Now there was a pretty lady with dog ears and a doggy tail calling me Master with a third woman incoming.

I’m not going to lie. I was happy about this development. Intimidated, but happy.

"This is a lot to take in," I admitted, trying to hide my pervy smile.

As I reached for my mug, my elbow knocked a spoon off the table. Before I could react, Ayra was on her feet.

"I distracted Master and caused an accident!" she declared, bending over to touch her toes. Up went the skirt again, sweet Baby Jesus. "Such carelessness no doubt will earn your discipline, though I loathe it so much! Pah-tooey!"

I froze, mug halfway to my mouth, as I got another eyeful of Ayra’s lack of underwear.

"In the name of the Silver-Bark Tree—Ayra, pull your skirt down!" Elsa commanded. "You can’t display your buttocks every time gravity occurs!"

"Oh, I wish it were that simple, Princess. But if I don’t present myself, I fear Master will rip my clothes to shreds and do far worse than a few brutal smacks on my juicy peach of a rear end," Ayra sighed as she performatively bit the nails on one of her hands and tried to sound like she was fearful of me.

I set my mug down very carefully, going halfway into shock. Elsa reached across the table, squeezing my hand. "I know this is overwhelming."

"You’re handling it well though," Ayra added brightly as she spread her cheeks.

I blinked at her butt. "Please put that thing away for now, Ayra."

She whimpered. "Yes, Master. I mean—I won’t let this one act of mercy lead me into a false sense of security. I know when the time comes, the punishment that you dole out will be exquisite indeed—I mean, painful!"

"Alright," I said, finally standing up. As I turned, my erection knocked a half-empty glass of water onto the floor but I just pretended it didn’t happen. The girls thankfully played along. "Guess I’d better set up another guest room."

Ayra’s tail went crazy. "I suppose I must share yours, Master, since you’ll no doubt want me at your disposal at all times."

"Not a chance," Elsa said firmly. "You just arrived in Earthrealm. He doesn’t even know you."

Ayra gasped, ears flattening. "The Princess is right! I’ve been too forward! My eagerness has made her jealous and exposed her intense lust for Master!" She leapt up and bent over again. "Master, you will want to punish this ill-mannered bitch, won’t you?"

"Jesus Christ," I muttered, looking away while still catching an eyeful of her tan lines.

Elsa cringed and tugged the skirt down once more. "This is going to be an ongoing concern, isn’t it?"

"Only until Master establishes proper dominance," Ayra explained with her tail still wagging.

I shook my head, wondering what kind of chaos Juniper would bring when she arrived.

But as I headed up to the guest room to straighten things out for the new healer in our party, I supposed one thing was for certain: I’d probably never be bored or lonely again.