Poll Winner: Makarov's Harem (Fairy Tail) (Patreon)

Makarov is sick of being surrounded by so many beautiful women and not having his way with them. When Mirajane sees the monster he's packing between his legs, he seizes the chance to have sex with her. Includes: Age difference and Dom sex.

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Makarov made it look like an accident, but it really wasn’t. It was all a part of his plan, and he couldn’t help but feel some pride at how perfectly it had all gone down.

It was torture being the Master of the Fairy Tail Guild. It was like trying to tame animals, but worse, because some of those beasts… they tickled an instinctive need inside of him. 

He was, of course, referring to the gorgeous women that walked the halls of his guild. The buxom bimbo, Lucy, the scarlet beauty, Erza, and the demonic model known as Mirajane. Even the newcomers like Juvia made his cock throb, and young Wendy had developed into a curvaceous adult…

So many beautiful women, all walking around his guild hall with their tits bouncing and asses peeking out. What was he supposed to do? Sit back and watch them hook up with boys their age? What kind of life was that? No, this old man wanted more than that!

When he was younger, he laid with women all the time. He wooed them, persuaded them, and seduced them into bed where he showed them what a real cock was like. A man’s cock. 

He couldn’t just sit back and let the boys of his guild take what rightfully belonged to him. He was the guildmaster, after all. It only made sense for him to be the Master of these gorgeous, alluring women. 

And that was when he began to move his pieces on the chessboard of life. He played it smart, played it patiently, waiting for the perfect moment to set off his trap. Eventually his chance came when Mirajane simply walked in on him in the bath. 

It was an accident he had planned for when he intentionally bathed himself when he knew the girls liked to. When she discovered him, his cock was in his hand, at full length and throbbing. He had just been thinking of her. How timely.

He knew she saw his cock, and he could see the shock and awe in her eyes. He was sure that she had never seen anything like it. When her eyes met his own, he grinned, and the glimmer in his eyes said it all. 

Maybe it was just an instinctive part of her feminine mind, maybe it was genuine desire or curiosity, maybe it was guilt over torturing him for so long with that body of hers, but Mirajane stepped forward, a towel wrapped tightly around her untouched body.

The white cloth squeezed her tits against her chest and accented her curvy figure. She gulped, licking her lips as she moved closer, as if hypnotized by the very sight of his thick rod. He lifted himself out of his shower, grinning ear to ear as he moved closer to her prey, meeting her halfway. 

She watched his cock waving between his legs, dangling back and forth, and for a moment, hesitation plagued her mind. “M-Master, s-stop. W-what are you doing?!”

“You’re the one that walked in while I was naked,” he replied. “What are you doing, my dear Mirajane? What exactly do you want?” he inquired, gently picking his member up with his hand, before he let it slide right back down. 

It was semi-hard, and Mirajane’s tongue licked her lips again as her cheeks burned a bright shade of red. She squeezed her towle tighter around her body, only further drawing his eyes to her beautiful figure. He licked his own lips as he listened to her heart racing, watching her suck in air through her plump lips.

He raised his brow as he began to, without any sort of shame, masterbate before her eyes. He stroked his cock right in front of her, and her intoxicated mind did the rest for her as her eyes stared at the precum dribbling out of his monstrous dick.

She watched as it dripped onto the ground and her morals and rationality crumbled as she stepped forward.

“I… This doesn’t mean anything.”

“What doesn’t?” he replied with a cocky grin, and she frowned as his fingers continued to slide along his prick.

“You know what,” she muttered, and Makarov chuckled as he nodded his head. “Of course. Now, kneel for your Master, slut.” Her eyes widened and she shivered before him. 

She should have been infuriated that the old pervert had called her that, but no amount of anger could hide the fact that his cock was an amazing length and girth, especially for someone his size. The way it throbbed and pulsed between his fingers left her short of breath, feeling a warmth against her womanhood…

Mirajane did as she was ordered, kneeling down before the older man. A man old enough to be her grandfather, a man who practically was her grandfather, and she watched as he took her face in hand and gave her a wet, slobbering kiss.

There was no romance to it. No finesse. It was messy and invasive as his tongue slithered into her mouth and smacked against the inside of her cheeks. Mirajane had often fantasized about her first kiss, and she had always thought of it as a romantic affair. Something sweet and chaste, nothing like this.

This was humiliating, this was cruel, this left her pussy dripping onto the floor as he grabbed her towel and tore it from her body, tossing it behind him. Makarov then placed a hand on her tit, squeezing and groping it, feeling her nipple gently prod the palm of his hand as his tongue nearly choked her.

Her arms hung uselessly by her sides for a few minutes before she finally placed them on her Master’s shoulders. Most would think the younger, sexy beauty would throw the ugly troll off of her. Instead she seemed to only deepen the kiss as she wrapped her arms around him and began to suck on his tongue, drinking up his saliva with a moan. 

The kiss was broken between the two suddenly and without warning. Mirajane was left panting, staring at the cock like a barrel of a gun as Makarov wiped his lip. He broke the string of saliva between them, and Mira leaned her head forward to try and catch it. She blushed as the older man grinned, taking in her naked figure.

She didn’t cover herself. She didn’t even think to. She was too lost to the taste of her Master’s saliva, slowly sliding her tongue along the inside of her own mouth to try and catch another taste of it. She was panting, chest rising and falling as Makarov laughed. 

He had her. He had won. Time to celebrate his victory. 

“I think you know what I want next,” he declared, laying on his back, his cock standing tall like a tower between his legs. It bobbed slightly, and Mirajane’s eyes followed it back and forth as she nodded her head. 

She licked her bottom lip, before lifting her body up and hanging it over his thick member. She slid a hand down her flat stomach, panting as the tip of her fingers brushed against her clit. She began to masturbate in front of him, moaning quietly as she moved herself lower.

The gorgeous woman felt the head of his cock peck her pussy, and that brief moment enough to make her moan yet again. Makarov rested his head on his hands as he grinned, watching her wet herself for him. Two of her fingers soon pushed into her cunt, moving back and forth as she shuddered, shaking slightly from the way her digits were brushing against the inside of her pussy. 

The white-haired model was soon glistening, and she bit her lower lip as she moved her hand away from her warm, twitching cunt. She felt so hot, so hungry for passion and sinful bliss. Still, if she was going to give herself to a perverted old man, she wanted to do it right. 

Mirajane wanted to be a naughty little slut for the man. She wanted to debase herself and make it clear that she served him, that he owned her. She hoped that came across as she impaled herself on his cock, feeling it fill her pussy as she threw her head back and screamed. 

She couldn’t help herself but to cry out. Thankfully she was able to get a hand over her mouth and muffle the rest of her cry as she felt the thick member splitting her in two. A droplet of blood crawled down his shaft as Makarov placed his hands on her waist and pulled her down. 

More of his dick filled her pussy, and tears flowed down her eyes as she trembled on top of him. He held her down, letting his entire dick vanish inside of her as she twitched and quivered, a muffled cry still pressing against her hand. 

She took long, haggard breaths through her hand as her eyes stared off into the distance. Mirajane wasn’t sure what to think. All she had ever had in her life were her fingers. That had always been enough. Not suddenly she was being fucked by something as big and thick as her forearm.

It was insane. It was crazy. She didn’t know what to do, but she cried out all the same as Makarov lifted her up. Her body slid up on the cock, pussy lips dragging along the veiny shaft of the beast, before falling back down it. 

She felt jolts of pleasure shoot through her body. She was shaking as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart was racing, pumping blood and ecstasy through her body as the splitting pain began to turn…. She felt good. 

Mirajane felt really fucking good. Her pussy was being stretched out by the cock, but every inch of it thrusting in and out of her only sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her skin felt like it was on fire as sweat began to make her body glisten. 

She placed her hands on her Master’s chest, gently pushing down on him as she began to bounce up and down, keeping pace with him. Her nails dug into his skin, scratching at his chest as her other side rose up and she let out a low growl.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my little pussy, Master! Make me your little bitch. Make me cum like a bitch on your giant fucking c-c-caaah!”

Her words were interrupted as the tip of Makarov’s cock pressed against her G-spot. He knew just where to hit, like he had fucked dozens of other women before Mirajane. Her eyes widened for a moment, before they squeezed shut as her pussy tightened around the thick shaft. 

Mirajane’s body was all his now. It moved how he wanted it to, and he grinned ear to ear as he watched her large breasts clap against her chest. He watched her bounce on top of him, her pussy squeezing his dick, stroking every inch of it.

Everytime the tip of his cock hit her sensitive spot, she tightened around him. Every time he spanked her ass, her pussy became more wet and slick. Every naughty word she uttered made her mind fizzle and pop until the white-haired bimbo was staring at her Master with hearts in her eyes. 

“Master… Master, please, c-cum in me,” she begged, and Makarov grinned as he felt her pussy trying to milk him. 

“Alright, slut.” Another slap to her ass. “Here. It… cums!” He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, pulling her down as his sperm shot into her womanhood. 

The young woman was defiled by her Master. Her once virgin pussy was filled to the brim with his seed, pumped right into her. His sperm coated the walls of her pussy, and it flowed right into her womb where her eggs laid. 

There was so much cum that some of it was dripping out of her and onto Makarov’s crotch. Of course, his slut came from the sensation of being filled with her Master’s sperm. The old man would never forget the look on her face as she leaned her head back, tits bouncing before him. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as her eyes nearly rolled into her skull. She had a wide, fucked silly grin on her face as she twitched and shuddered atop his mighty dick.

He had her. 

“M-Maaaster…!”

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Makarov laid on his bed with Mirajane in his arms. The gorgeous woman’s body was caked with cum and sweat as she clung to him, quietly kissing his chest out of an instinctive need to show her love for her Master. 

He held her with a smug grin on his face as his dick pulsed between his legs. Even after all this, he wasn’t completely satisfied. Mirajane did her best, and she was able to scratch his itch, but there were so many other sluts in Fairy Tail in need of a real man.

And he was more than happy to be that man. He stroked Mirajane’s head as her tits rubbed against him, and she let out a soft, content moan as Makarov closed his eyes and fell asleep with his first slave.