Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 2020: Time for Discipline

Quinlan’s chuckle disturbed the hair spread across his chest.

"Every good hero needs ulterior motives. Just look at Adventurer Black. His good name is spreading all over Sarthal. Right now, he’s on a mission to keep three lovely women from becoming goblin rape victims. And his real motives...?"

Quinlan shook his head, chuckling to himself. "Well..."

"Adventurer Black is no hero. Just like an elf pretending to be a sophisticated, graceful queen, he’s nothing but a pretender."

"Oh?"

He drew her onto his chest, turning her to face him as his hands slipped beneath her ribs and hips. Then he straightened his arms, lifting her into the cool night air above him.

Black Fang caught his wrists. Her hair fell toward his face as he held her stretched out over him, her violet eyes looking directly into his.

"Is that any way to speak about your leader, adventurer? I’ll have to discipline you at this rate."

"Put me down."

Quinlan grinned up at her. "Admit it. You’d die for Myrasyn, wouldn’t you?"

Black Fang regarded him in silence, her fingers tightening around his wrists.

"Perhaps."

"But she is not your friend."

"Correct."

Quinlan’s smile spread helplessly across his face. Both hands were occupied holding her above him, and she was making that arrangement increasingly inconvenient.

"At this rate, I’ll have to grow two more hands just to pinch your cheeks. Do you hear the nonsense you’re spouting?"

"I would cut them off."

The answer came without hesitation. Her gaze dropped to his arms as though considering where she would begin, and Quinlan chuckled, utterly taken with her.

She could have stopped him before he lifted her. Even now, she could slip between his hands whenever she pleased or escape a thousand different ways, yet she remained above him, glaring down while her fingers held his wrists.

"Let me down."

"Sure."

He bent his elbows, letting her drop the short distance onto his chest. Her hands released his wrists as he caught her, wrapping both arms around her back in a tight embrace.

Quinlan laughed softly into her hair, loving the weight of her against him as she shifted her head onto his shoulder.

Black Fang planted a palm beside his shoulder and raised herself enough to look him in the eyes. She regarded him with cold displeasure.

"You require discipline."

"Oh...? Do I now?"

"Take us above the clouds. This conversation will have no audience."

Quinlan glanced toward the drifting clouds, then back at her, his amusement undiminished.

"This one didn’t have an audience either, but... Of course, Lady Black Fang."

She extricated herself from his embrace and stood on the roof. He rose beside her, still enjoying himself, while she waited with her arms folded.

They had taken care to secure their privacy before settling here. Blossom had checked the ground around the camp for unfamiliar scents, and Black Fang had searched for movement beyond the walls. Neither had found signs of anyone following them.

Quinlan had also sent Elite Souls into the surrounding forest. His soldiers were still scouring the woods for threats and lurking observers, while his women kept an eye on Della, Brena, and Tavi inside the fortress.

But despite all these precautions, Quinlan still respected the denizens of Avaranth enough to gesture with his palms. If anyone was watching from afar, he wanted them to think his spells required those movements.

"[Mass Flight]."

Wind gathered beneath their feet, supporting their weight as he guided them off the tower. Before taking them higher, he let Ayame know through [Master’s Link] that he and her sister would be above the camp for a while.

Quinlan kept the ascent smooth, raising his hand to guide them higher while Black Fang stood beside him on the currents. The fortress receded below, and cool mist brushed his face as the first clouds drifted across his sleeve.

Above the clouds, moonlight brightened over a pale, rolling expanse that hid the forest. He slowed the wind until they hovered together in the open sky, where Black Fang turned toward him with her hair streaming across her shoulder.

"Satisfied?" he asked. "I’m all ears."

"Lie down."

Quinlan glanced beneath himself at the moonlit clouds.

"Here?"

"Here."

At his will, the wind supporting them spread into a firm, level bed. He reclined upon it with his hands at his sides, still wearing the smile that had earned him this private lecture.

Black Fang lowered herself astride his chest, her knees settling on the currents beside his ribs. Her weight pressed warmly through his shirt while she looked down at him with cold eyes that could kill any unprepared soul.

Quinlan waited.

Her hands rose behind her head.

From inside one sleeve, she drew a narrow tie of black silk. Moonlight slipped over the pale skin beneath her raised arms as she gathered her hair, pulled every loose strand away from her face, and bound it into a high ponytail. The long black tail streamed behind her in the open sky.

Quinlan’s smile changed.

"Uh... Black Fang?"

"The past week has demonstrated that these lands are dangerous. We may be separated for days at a time."

"We won’t be."

"You cannot guarantee that."

"Are you running low on pills? Just tell me and I’ll-"

One look silenced the rest.

"My supply is adequate," she informed him. "But pills can be stolen. They can be lost or destroyed. Their effect also lasts a measly twelve hours."

Her gaze traveled down his body before returning to his face.

"Your [Blessed Seed] lasts seven full days when taken in its original form."

Quinlan looked at the secured ponytail, then at the delicate lips beneath her perfectly serious eyes.

"A sensible notion," he agreed. "Let us take care of this grave problem, then."

He reached for her breasts.

*Smack!*

Black Fang struck his hand aside before it touched silk.

"You are being disciplined. Behave yourself."

"Right."

Quinlan placed both hands beneath his head and made himself comfortable, sighing wearily while openly admiring the woman sitting on his chest.

"What cruel fate I must endure..."

The currents shifted as she moved backward over his stomach, keeping her supported while her knees settled beside his hips. "Synchra, open up," she ordered.

His living armor decided that today she was a good girl, obediently uncovering his crotch.

Black Fang closed one hand around his shaft.

His grin widened.

"Going straight for the kill? Nothing to say? Not even a few words before the execution?"

"Words have failed to correct your conduct."

Her grip traveled from base to crown in one slow pass. The next came firmer, drawing his manhood upright while her eyes remained on his face.

"A truly cruel woman you are, Black Fang," Quinlan whimpered. "And to think I thought you were unbearably cute just a moment ago... Like a serpent, you deceived me!"

She gathered the black silk around her hips and lifted it to her waist.

The panties beneath were plain, black, and...

Quinlan looked.

"Wait, you’re wet, aren’t you~"

Black Fang hooked both thumbs beneath the waistband. Two sharp pulls tore the sides apart, and she gathered the damp garment into her fist while looking down at him with the perfect expression of an unhinged assassin about to make her kill.

"Why is it that you’re always so composed in public, but when you’re alone with me, you can’t stop speaking nonsense?"

Quinlan opened his mouth to reply, but before he could utter a single word more, she pushed the balled panties between his lips.

His eyes widened.

"I told you to be silent. You never listen."

With the matter settled, Black Fang raised herself over him and guided the swollen head against her glistening slit.

She lowered herself.

Heat closed around the crown of his cock, tight and soaking wet, and the first inch drew a quiet breath through her nose. Black Fang took the next with the same stern composure, then another, sinking onto him at her own pace while his hands stayed folded beneath his head.

Her control lasted until he pressed deep enough to fill her completely.