Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1099: Conversation with Black Fang

A female voice came through. One word.

"Portal."

Quinlan froze. That voice... he knew it. He had only met her once, but the memory was etched into him, never to be forgotten.

Black Fang.

"..."

Without even realizing it, he gently pushed the naked Kitsara off his chest and sat upright. The foxkin, meanwhile, mumbled in dazed protest as she curled into the sheets.

"Portal."

Black Fang repeated, the exact same tone as before.

Quinlan’s head was full of disbelief. He was torturing Teral while taking his lover with brutal passion, and basically, as soon as he finished, the most dangerous, most mysterious woman in his life was calling him. His brain stuttered. Nothing about this felt real.

At first, he had thought of Black Fang as nothing more than an enemy to avoid at all times. Then later, as someone he could exploit, a mighty woman who stood at the apex of the world and, if used correctly, could help his ascension from a nobody upstart to a powerful man.

But even after she became his sponsor the moment he attained the Vesper Phenom rank, Quinlan never lowered his guard. Not for a moment. He knew how deadly she was. One wrong step, and she could erase him.

And yet... lately, his perspective on this weird woman had shifted. He couldn’t help it. Not only was he with her disciple now, Vex, but the woman herself kept stepping in to tilt the odds in his favor. She had given him gifts. Covered for him. She didn’t even raise problems for Vex when she abandoned her post to spend time with him, even if it meant taking severe losses.

It’s safe to say that she played a pivotal role in how fast Quinlan had become as strong and well-off in a brand new magical world as he had.

Compared to him, the other Vesper Phenoms like Iris, as well as his "allies," also known as his [Subjugated] slaves, namely, Selene, Cedric, and Abudha... they were starved. All of them had far less support from their sponsors. Not even a fraction of what he’d been granted.

Black Fang had done more for him than anyone had the right to expect.

But that still didn’t explain why she was calling him. Thus far, Black Fang had never interacted with him, always choosing a middlewoman in either Vex or Orianna.

With his utterly confused mind that raced, looking for something he might’ve missed, all he could do was repeat, "Portal?"

"Portal," Black Fang said for the third time. Same word. Same flat, robotic tone he remembered from their only meeting back in Lionheart. No warmth. No explanation. Not even the smallest hint of human inflection.

Kitsara suddenly stirred from the sheets. Her long lashes fluttered as her body shifted languidly. A mesmerizing shimmer of illusion magic rippled over her entire body, wiping away the sheen of sweat clinging to her curves, replacing the messy evidence of passionate lovemaking with a soft, feminine glow. With the ease of a fox basking in satisfaction, she slinked across the bed and pressed herself against Quinlan’s back.

Her arms slipped around his waist in a tender, loving embrace. Her touch was sensual, her content purring low and smoky as she rested her head against his shoulder. The swell of her breasts pressed warmly against his back, rubbing with each slow, teasing breath.

"Lady Black Fang," Kitsara purred, "are you asking my beloved to open a portal for you?"

"Yes."

The response was instant. Robotic. Emotionless.

Kitsara’s lips curved against Quinlan’s skin in a knowing smile. The white-haired foxkin lay one long, loving smooch on his back, then, "Where to?" she asked silkily while her hands moved forward until they found Quinlan’s member, which she patted a few times in an ’outstanding job, rest well,’ gesture. ℟áƝο𐌱Èš

"Same spot."

"Mm," Kitsara’s voice dipped to a sensual hum as her fingers moved on to his jewel sack to show her gratitude and sincere congratulations for producing so much white paint to properly decorate her baby room.

Then, she got on her knees and lifted her delicate lips right to Quinlan’s ears. "She must mean the place you opened when you brought her to Lionheart..."

Her words vibrated against his ear as she purred in them lazily while her breasts stroked across his back. The foxkin reveled in her afterglow, using every inch of her body to remind him of who he belonged to, and that she could be just as clingy and loving as the rest of his lovers.

Quinlan swallowed hard. Bringing Black Fang into his home was not within his plans. Every instinct screamed at him to shut the call down, to deny her and walk away. Black Fang was too dangerous, too unpredictable. A single step wrong, and she could ruin everything.

Quinlan was a man who wanted control, more so than ever before, after what happened at the feast. He wanted to dictate how things went instead of merely going along with new developments. Inviting a woman whom he couldn’t control into his home—where his wives slept and had the chance to relax, where his innocent daughter resided, alongside her tree, which had to be protected at all costs—didn’t sit well with him.

But instead of outright refusing, he reached out telepathically.

<Yandere Wife, your master is on call right now and wants me to open a portal to her location.>

<Hm?!> Vex’s shock hit him immediately, her tone full of disbelief. <It must be urgent if she called you instead of me, Quin! Do it, please. I’m on my way to you.>

Quinlan’s eyes narrowed dryly. Urgent? Nothing about the woman’s flat, mechanical tone sounded urgent. If anything, it sounded like she was ordering a meal in a restaurant. But still... he trusted Vex more than he trusted his own instincts in this moment.

Exhaling, Quinlan raised his hand. Arcane light swirled in his palm, coalescing into a glowing vortex. Space itself warped and folded, colors bleeding as he forced reality to obey. The air split with a low hum as the [Warp Gate] opened.

And then, she stepped through.

Black Fang.

Her figure emerged from the shimmering gate with perfect, unhurried poise. Clad in her black lace and flowing fabric, her form was lit by the same otherworldly glow as when they first met. Her violet eyes shone sharp and cold, carrying neither warmth nor hostility, only an unreadable stillness that pressed down on the room.

Quinlan’s gut tightened. She was here.