Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 957: Man On A Mission

He turned toward them. Four beautiful, dangerous, utterly tempting women stood in a line, like prey caught in the gaze of a very determined predator.

Vex. Seraphiel. Blossom. Aurora.

Their bodies stiffened. Four sets of wide, hungry eyes locked onto his advancing form. And in perfect, comedic harmony, they gulped. Hard.

His bare feet echoed softly on the smooth floor as he strode forward with slow, confident steps. Shoulders rolled back. Chin high. The kind of gait that screamed one thing:

A man on a mission.

"So..." His voice dropped, low and velvety. "Whos next?"

The way their bodies twitched, the way juicy thighs squeezed together, how fingers fidgeted with hems or trailed nervously over skin... it was the perfect display of nervous anticipation, and he was the conductor.

Vex was the first to break the silence. Her crimson eyes narrowed and she felt a strange shiver crawling down her spine as her mouth tugged into a grin.

"You... You have a very different air from when you came to my basement back then..." she murmured, hugging herself unconsciously, thighs rubbing together as her drenched slit ached for attention. Her breath hitched; her instincts couldnt decide if she wanted to pounce... or bolt.

No, thats a lie. There was simply no way the Hexblade would ever run in such a scenario. Her brain was just... a little confused.

He tilted his head, and that devilish grin of his made a reappearance. "Of course I do, Vex."

Quinlan lifted one hand with his palm turned upward. Water magic flared to life, manifesting clear and pure liquid. It twirled, coiled, and then unraveled into dozens of tiny ribbons that slid across his bare skin.

It washed away every bead of sweat, every trace of scent from earlier debauchery. Cool tendrils slipped along the hard lines of his muscles, over the sharp dips of his abdomen, around his neck, and down his powerful legs.

Even the strands of his hair were caught in the gentle current, lifted, rinsed, and then dried with a subtle wave of water manipulation.

The whole process took only seconds, but it was impossibly elegant. It wasnt just washing; it was a display. A show for his women.

Clean. Composed. Gleaming under the moonlight.

One more step toward the four.

"Back then... you were something I could hardly touch. A being so far above me that it felt like looking at a star from the bottom of a well." His hand reached out, touching her cheek, lifting her chin up so she looked up into his swirling elemental eyes. "But now... well. Unless we have a serious duel, I cant say for sure... but the gap between us is certainly not so big anymore."

Vexs breath stuttered thanks to her beloveds words. Her thighs squeezed even tighter. Her entire body trembled, but not from fear.

From something far more dangerous.

"Hehe~" Her laugh was shaky but wicked. "Thats true... Now you can have that long-awaited duel with Raika should you still wish to do so..." Her fingers reached out, stroking his firm chest. "Mmm... I wonder... can you beat her?"

"Well see. But enough chit-chat."

His gaze dragged across all of them.

"Ive got many women to satisfy... and I want to finish with you four..." he cracked his neck "before the previous ones wake back up."

Blossoms ears twitched wildly, her tail shooting straight up.

Seraphiel couldnt help but raise an eyebrow. "You say that as if we were items on your to-do list!"

"Correct. Because tonight? You are. And Im going to check off every... single... one. However many times I need to."

Aurora scoffed, but her thighs betrayed her as they rubbed together beneath her flowing dress. Her lips curved into that familiar cheeky grin. "Guess well have to see if that confidence of yours holds."

Quinlan didnt respond to the statement of his plump lover with words.

He responded with action.

With a flick of his wrist, threads of earth unfurled from his fingertips like tendrils. They slithered forward, aimed directly at the four beauties before him. ℞ά𝐍ổ𐌱Ě𝙨

Gasps echoed in unison as the threads danced around their bodies. First loosening, then tugging. Vexs gothic blood bride gown unraveled. Seraphiels elegant royal elven garb fluttered apart like autumn leaves caught in the wind. Auroras dignified dress, the symbol of her maturity, slipped away stitch by stitch. And Blossoms adorable catgirl costume collapsed into a puddle of fabric at her feet.

But that wasnt the end.

Quinlans fingers flexed, and the earth threads began shining a bright orange. A subtle heat spread through the strands, as fire mingled with earth, turning them warm, comforting... sensual.

All four women shivered as the last of their garments slipped away.

By the time the threads dissolved, only four gleaming pussies, heaving chests, and eyes full of raw, unfiltered hunger remained.

His lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. "Look at you..." he rumbled, voice rough with need.

"Perfect. Out of this world... My girls are way too amazing."

Without giving them a chance to recover, a pulse of wind mana swirled around his legs. A sudden, playful cyclone whipped up, sweeping the four women off balance and delivering them straight into him.

He caught Vex first as she was already within arms reach. His hands locked beneath her thighs, fingers gripping into her sensual, smooth skin as he hoisted her effortlessly into the air. She barely had time to gasp before he was pressing her close to himself, her back arching instinctively as she felt his throbbing cock resting right against her womb.

"Well... this is new," Vex panted, her sharp grin returning as her arms looped around his neck. "Last time you were under me."

Quinlans hands slid from her thighs to her hips, gripping with firm possession. "Not this time."

Her laugh trembled. "Oh, is that so- ah!"

She wasnt permitted to continue her sentence as he pulled her down sharply, impaling the woman on his manhood. Thanks to her immensely drenched state, she slid all the way down his length, letting the tip of his cock give a greeting kiss to her wombs entrance.

Their bodies collided with her legs tightening around his waist, her breath stolen, robbed by a professional. For a split second, she stiffened in surprise... and then melted into it.

"On all that is holy," she gasped, claws digging into his shoulders before whispering into his ears, "... dont you dare stop."

Her hips began moving, at first experimentally for the first few motions, then with reckless hunger. Quinlan held her steady, fingers gripping her thin waist as she rocked against him with more and more force.

From the side, Aurora and Seraphiel closed in, hands gliding over Quinlans back, shoulders, and chest. Their eyes flickered between the primal scene before them and his body, tracing the lines of muscle flexed under strain.

Meanwhile, something warm and wet pressed against his butt.

Quinlan flinched for a second. "I see... You couldnt help yourself, huh?"

A muffled, enthusiastic sound was the only reply he received.

Seraphiel glanced over and cackled at the image of Blossom spreading his cheeks apart with her hands and diving in with her tongue. "Wait... I thought cats werent the butt-licking type?"

"Im honestly surprised she managed to somewhat maintain the catgirl persona for longer than a second. Lets let her enjoy what her heart desires..." Aurora deadpanned, laughing behind her hand.

Blossom didnt care to address Seraphiels inquiry. Completely tuned out, her tail wagged rapidly behind her, ears twitching as her tongue worked, needy beyond belief.

The sound of Vexs hips slamming against his echoed into the night.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!