Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1224: Why Serika?

Quinlan materialized some water with his magic, and Jasmine drank it in greedy gulps, immediately feeling better.

She then followed her quick recovery by giving him a mighty pout, as if he’d done something cruel to his adorable, loving girlfriend, but Quinlan refused to acknowledge it, maintaining his innocent grin.

Soon, she got over it with a merry giggle after he gave her one giant kiss.

The two girls grabbed soft towels and worked together to dry his body. He said he can dry himself with fire, but that only got him two nasty glares of refusal.

They didn’t shy away from cleaning any part, giving him a thorough rubdown. While he was getting cleaned, Quinlan voiced a question.

"I’m a bit surprised you asked for Serika’s help in particular, Jasmine. What drove you to choose her? I’m not saying she’s unfit for the role, not one bit, but she’s my newest lover. Wouldn’t someone like Lucille be better for the role? Supportive, motherly, affectionate..."

Jasmine, while cleaning his member with tender motions of her delicate fingers, paused for a moment to deliberate before answering.

"I thought about it, but... Lucille is barely older than me by a decade. She might be tender and motherly, but I didn’t feel I needed that."

Jasmine smiled. "Serika, however, has this air about her. She’s so steady and amazing... I don’t know how to explain properly, and I love Lucille. You did not make a mistake choosing her as the harem head. But I just felt Serika would be the best chance of me having a calm heart while this..."

She looked down at his penis in her hands with narrowed eyes, "This monster enters me."

Quinlan nodded, accepting her words. He was just curious. Far be it from him to say Serika was a lacking woman in any capacity.

Serika playfully slapped his ass with her wet towel. "How dare you?" she demanded with a light tone.

"Have you forgotten the many times I explored your body in Zhenwu? Those baths and massage sessions of ours might have been innocent in nature, but I still became an expert. No one knows your body better than I do."

Quinlan chuckled when he felt the playful energy of her action, but also the underlying pride in her voice. She was genuinely proud of knowing his body down to its smallest details.

It was Quinlan’s turn to dry the girls. He concentrated his inner fire, applying a gentle heat to his palms as he touched them. This allowed him to dry them quickly and intimately, without the distraction of a towel coming between his touch and their tender skin.

He started with Serika. His hands roamed over her tanned, firm body, feeling the dense, healthy muscle structure beneath her smooth skin. He finished with a quick, appreciative squeeze to her sexy tits.

Just touching his girl was more than enough to ensure the return of a full erection.

Then he turned to Jasmine. She was still in her dress, waterproofed by an elixir. Because he had eaten her out in the bath, her panties were certainly misplaced.

But the rest was still properly on her.

However, while the dress resisted water, her skin did not. He needed to dry her.

Quinlan knelt, starting with her delicate feet and ankles, his warm hands moving up her shins, then tracing the curve of her legs and juicy thighs.

The dress protected her upper body from getting wet, much to his annoyance.

He focused on her bare shoulders and arms, then ran his fingers through her hair, which was damp from dipping into the water when he had devoured her.

It was time to take her dress off, but he wanted to do that at the proper place.

He reached behind his two girls, copping one wonderful ass cheek in each hand, and began leading them back into the bedroom toward the big harem bed.

As they moved closer and closer to the heavily-pillowed mattress, Jasmine seemed to tense up once again. She had been quite relaxed and playful in the bath, but the prospect of the main event caused her to grow noticeably anxious again.

Quinlan noticed immediately and gave her a giant hug, burying her face into his chest muscles. She leaned into the solid embrace, visibly needing the comfort.

He whispered into her ear, his voice rumbling softly against her skin, "You know I’ll be gentle. There’s no pressure to perform either. If you can’t take me, we’ll work on it together."

Jasmine blushed strongly, feeling his warm breath on her ear and processing the implication of his words. She knew what he meant by "working on it together," namely, "she’d be fingered into oblivion and eaten out until she was a dried-up mummy."

But while the proposal seemed weirdly tantalizing to her messed-up brain, she strongly shook her head.

"I might be your most frail girl with the weakest ambitions about becoming a strong combatant, but I refuse to lose in the war of love," she declared.

Her voice was firm despite the tremor in her body. "I asked the others, and they each managed to welcome you in on their first try... so I will do that as well."

Quinlan nodded, accepting her conviction. He knew they were good girls who got along well, but none of them wanted to underperform. There was a competitive nature to the harem where no girl wanted to be the so-called worst one.

As such, he held the woman tightly for another moment before she pulled back slightly. She looked up, stood on her tiptoes, and initiated a determined, loving kiss. Pulling away after a few long seconds, she looked into his eyes with a starry expression.

"Deflower me, my love. I want to be your woman in full."

She leaned in for a second peck on his lips. "I’ve been an honorary member of the harem for far too long. My pride as a woman allows for no more stalling."