Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1424  Dread and Lust

Quinlan rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at the empty sky above the square.

"So what are you planning to throw at me?"

The answer arrived without warning.

The sky split with a dull thud.

Something fell, and not gently. It came down like a thrown corpse, tearing through the air before slamming into the stone a short distance away. The impact gouged a shallow trench and sent fragments skittering across the square.

Quinlan raised an eyebrow.

The figure rolled once and came to a knee, one hand braced against the ground. Blood ran freely down a broad chest and soaked into the cracked stone beneath him.

"… Dragnar?" Quinlan said.

The Primordial Dread looked up.

One eye was swollen shut. The other burned with a glare that refused to dim. His body was a map of damage. Deep cuts. Blunt trauma. Something that looked like claw marks raked across his skin in all directions.

He spat a thick mouthful of blood and laughed once, rough and humorless.

"Kid," Dragnar growled, pushing himself upright. His massive war axe spun in his grip, metal whistling as it turned. "You might want to hide behind your mothers."

A shadow passed overhead.

Then laughter followed.

High. Wild. Unrestrained.

Quinlan looked up.

She descended slowly, wings beating with immense strength. Dark membranes caught the light as she circled, clearly in no hurry. Her hair flowed freely, framing a face split by a grin that belonged nowhere near a battlefield.

Nyxara.

The primordial succubus.

Her eyes locked onto Quinlan.

They widened.

Her hands flew to her cheeks, and a truly manic expression manifested on her demonic face.

"The baby primordial…❤️!!" she sang out, voice ringing with delighted madness. Her cheeks flushed a deep, vivid red as she leaned forward in midair, staring openly. "You came back!"

Quinlan felt several pairs of eyes snap toward him at once.

Nyxara drifted closer. She drew in a long breath through her nose, slow and deep, as if tasting the air itself. Her pupils widened. Her shoulders shuddered once, sharp and uncontrolled.

"So… rich," she murmured. "So delish❤️❤️❤️"

Her hands flew to her cheeks, and a wild look took hold of her face. "I must taste you~"

Her thick, juicy thighs pressed together, rubbing against one another as something shiny and slimy materialized right between her legs. The heart-tipped tail behind her traced loose, restless loops, brushing along her legs as it coiled and uncoiled, moving dangerously close to the slit between her legs.

Miri moved first.

She stepped in front of Quinlan, spear raised, stance set. Lumi followed a heartbeat later.

"That's close enough. Get lost."

"We will not let you corrupt our Quinnie!" Luminara decreed.

Nyxara's gaze slid over them without slowing.

She inhaled again, longer this time, head tilting back. Her wings fluttered repeatedly.

The woman looked utterly ecstatic, like a dog in heat. Merely smelling the same air Quinlan inhabited seemed to make the woman go mad.

The succubus did not care one bit for the threats thrown at her.

The tail flicked. Her smile, growing wilder by the second, stayed fixated in Quinlan's direction.

She did not stop moving closer.

Dragnar snorted and wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Why is he here?" Zen asked playfully. "Old friend, didn't you say you're going to keep her away?"

Dragnar's jaw clenched. His grip on the axe tightened.

"Wench keeps charming me!" he snarled.

Nyxara laughed again, sharp and pleased. Dragnar roared.

The sound tore out of him raw and unrestrained as he launched himself forward. The ground cracked under his first step as he surged toward her, axe raised high.

Nyxara's grin sharpened.

She brought her hands together, joining her thumbs and forefingers to form a heart shape in the air. The viscous fluid coating her inner thighs sizzled against her skin, instantly converting into a thick, pink-hued vapor. "[Charm of Limitless Ecstasy]!"

With a sharp exhale, she blew through the finger-frame, sending the steam rushing toward the charging Dragnar.

The mist enveloped the Primordial Dread mid-leap. Dragnar's aggressive momentum faltered as the pheromones hit his nervous system, forcing his pupils to dilate and his muscles to slacken. His axe dipped, and a glazed look of forced adoration washed over his scarred features. The charm took hold of his mind, attempting to replace his rage with a crushing, artificial desire for the succubus.

Dragnar's throat constricted as he fought the mental intrusion. The Primordial Dread wasn't to be outdone in such a manner.

He simply refused.

And when a berserker of his powers felt so strongly about something… Even magic could happen.

He bit down on his tongue until the copper taste of blood filled his mouth, using the sharp physical pain to anchor his consciousness. A guttural, agonizing scream ripped from his lungs, a sound fueled by pure, unadulterated willpower to refuse losing. The sheer volume of his roar shattered the magical trance, and his eyes cleared, burning with a renewed, crimson fury. While still suspended in the air, he wrenched his torso around and swung his massive war axe with a horizontal force that cleared the remaining pink mist from his path.

Nyxara's expression shifted from manic delight to sharp, jagged irritation. The interruption of her fixation on Quinlan triggered a spike of genuine malice. She bared her teeth, her pupils narrowing into slits as she hissed at the encroaching warrior. She found his persistence a nuisance that delayed her pursuit of the tasty newcomer.

"You are in the way!" she shrieked, her voice losing its melodic quality.

She met his strike with a violent flurry of movement. Her wings snapped forward, the sharp, bony spurs at the apex of the membranes clashing against the steel of his axe. She lashed out with her claws, aiming for Dragnar's throat, while her heart-tipped tail whipped around like a sentient spear to strike at his midsection. The two collided in a mess of sparks and shredded leather. Nyxara was landing hits, but what looked to only be shallow ones, for she had to dodge because she knew a single hit taken from a berserker that was juiced up to the degree that Dragnar meant instant death.

The more damage Dragnar took, the more powerful he became.

But soon, Dragnar's weight began to pull him back toward the earth. After all, he only jumped high into the air.

As gravity claimed him, Dragnar slammed his fist against his chest plate and, with a deep, guttural roar, he activated, "[Ascension of the Blood-Stained Path]!" channeling his internal pressure into the soles of his feet. Instead of falling, he struck the air as if it were solid granite. A shockwave rippled out from his footfall, and he began to sprint upward through the sky. Each step created a thunderous boom, allowing him to close the distance with Nyxara once more. He swung his axe in a vertical arc, the metal glowing with the heat of his kinetic energy, forcing the succubus to bank hard to the left to avoid being bisected.

And just like that, the battle of mythical proportions to the mortal onlookers continued.

Lucille, the Bloodmonger, couldn't help but gasp seeing Dragnar's display of might.

"What brutality!"

"He's clearly not in a favorable matchup, but he's holding on…" Aurora muttered.

"Actually, they're pretty well matched," Thyra spoke up. "You're right in that Dragnar prefers fighting simpler enemies, one he can exchange blows with, but he's not an ideal opponent for Nyxara either."

"It's his ability to overcome mind control…" Black Fang joined the conversation.

Due to the unexpected arrival of the two primordials, Quinlan had forgotten one very important detail.

He'd already agreed to start the trial.

The monument began to light up, starting the process.

On it, the challenge manifested.

[Trial Objective: Conquer the Primordial Succubus, Nyxara.] [Success Condition: Elicit the Shriek of Ruin; break the Succubus's resolve through carnal dominance.]