Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1449 Explanation

Chapter 1449  Explanation

Nyxara clasped her hands together and sighed loud enough to be theatrical.

“After you so cruelly silenced me,” she shot Quinlan a wounded look, “I complained. At length. With passion. You ignored me completely.”

“…”

“Being ignored is very traumatic for a demon of my refinement. So I did the only thing left to me. I looked inward. That is when I noticed something curious.”

She spread her arms and slowly turned in place.

“This,” she grinned brightly, gesturing at the endless expanse, “is my home now.”

Silence followed.

Quinlan frowned slightly. “Does it mean you became a resident like Mimi?”

The little blue lady couldn’t leave his realm, being locked in place. She was unlike Rosie, who could traverse the realms at her will. Quinlan believed it to be the result of Mimi being created from the corpse of Serika’s fallen sister; she became bound to the realm when she became what she is today.

“Yes, I believe so,” Nyxara nodded.

“I don’t get why all this is happening,” Quinlan sighed. “Is this because of your Shriek of Ruin?”

Her grin returned, bright and unapologetic. “A succubus’ Shriek of Ruin is acceptance of total surrender. Body. Spirit. Function. We yield everything and become one with our conqueror. Isn’t it so romantic? Becoming inseparable…❤️”

She reached out and tapped two fingers against his chest, right over his heart. “Normally, that means dissolution. I would no longer exist as I am now.”

Quinlan frowned. “Dissolution?”

“Mhm,” Nyxara hummed. “My form would break down and spread through you. Bloodstream. Nerves. Thought pathways. I would become a companion bound to your core with the role of advising you, nudging your decisions when it mattered. Perhaps even empowering you. That’s what happened at first, remember? I became small particles and entered your body.”

Seraphiel lifted an eyebrow. “You, a supporter?”

Nyxara smiled wider. “Guide, anchor, amplifier, soul mate. Whatever you want to call it.”

Multiple eyes narrowed at the term ‘soul mate.’

“The primordial succubus as a guide,” Seraphiel mused flatly.

Nyxara turned her head and squinted at her. “Excuse you. I am very knowledgeable, I’ll have you know.”

Her eyes dropped lower.

“…Blonde elf with big tits.”

Seraphiel stiffened instantly. “Keep your eyes away, sex demon. Only Quin gets to tarnish my innocence.”

Nyxara licked her lips. “You and innocence in the same sentence? You’re fooling no one, especially not me, miss~ I can smell kinks oozing from your core from over here~” “Daughter?” Sylvaris gasped.

“This is getting old!” Seraphiel cried. She kept getting exposed in front of her very traditional and judgmental mother!!

Nyxara grinned and finally looked back at Quinlan, clearly feeling victorious. “As I was saying. That would have been the end state. I would exist inside you as a constant presence. And before you ask why, it’s because the Shriek of Ruin is shaped by both the succubus and the conqueror. If you were already a finished being, firmly rooted in your path, our union would have settled differently, perhaps.”

She smiled tenderly at him. “But you’re not.”

Quinlan understood. “I’m still at the beginning of my path. An age-old demon in my head giving advice would be a really strong advantage. It would make our union incredibly important to me.”

Nyxara purred softly. “Exactly. It is in our nature to make ourselves indispensable to our conqueror. No succubus wants to be a forgotten ornament. We become what our conqueror needs. That way, we protect ourselves from being mistreated.”

Her eyes narrowed playfully.

“…Or worse. Neglected.”

She lifted a finger and poked his chest, right over his heart. Once. Then again. A little harder than necessary. “Which you are absolutely guilty of.”

Quinlan grinned. “I just conquered a primordial demon after conducting a life-or-death battle against her, where she tried to consume me and reshape my physique. Forgive me if I didn’t schedule cuddle time.”

She gasped, scandalized, then jabbed him once more for emphasis. “Excuses!”

He shrugged, calm and unrepentant. “I’m just getting used to all of this. But I get it now.”

Nyxara looked at him expectantly, waiting for his words.

“I’ll try to… tolerate your existence.”

Silence.

Nyxara’s eyes widened. Her lips trembled. She clutched at her chest dramatically. “T–tolerate…?”

She took a half step back, shoulders slumping as if struck by tragedy. “Ah. So this is my fate. Reduced to merely being tolerated!”

Her lower lip quivered. “I give my soul, my ruin, my eternal loyalty, and this is what I receive…”

Quinlan had to admit it. From her perspective, she had made some good points. Whether he liked it or not, they conducted steamy bedroom warfare – to which he consented – and they came away in their current state.

Even if he didn’t know it’d end up like this, Quinlan felt it was his job to accept responsibility.

Nyxara was attached to him now. Permanently, by every definition that mattered. Continuing to treat her like a nuisance or even a parasite sat wrong in his chest. She had not betrayed him, merely accepted her role as the one he had to defeat in the trial.

She had not harmed his lovers beyond uttering some sharp words and posturing, which was basically par for the course when it came to the women he decided to surround himself with. Many of his ladies were feisty creatures. So, yeah… That was all the ‘wrong’ Nyxara did.

Basically, nothing.

At least, as far as he was concerned. That’s why, at this very moment, Quinlan decided he would stop bullying his succubus companion. For the time being.

Perhaps.

He exhaled, stepped closer, and lifted a hand.

Nyxara froze mid-accusation.

His palm came down on her head, fingers resting lightly in her hair. “Alright. I’ll admit you’re not speaking complete nonsense. I won’t just tolerate you. I’ll appreciate you for who you are, Nyxara.”

Nyxara blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Her tail stilled. Her hands stopped poking his chest. For a heartbeat, she simply stared up at him as if he’d spoken a language she hadn’t prepared for.

Then she squeaked and launched herself at him. “KYAAA!!!” Arms locked around his neck. Lips everywhere. Warm pressure along his jaw, his collar, the side of his throat. Too many quick kisses to count. Too many hickies left to mark him as hers.

“I love you!” she declared between kisses. “I loooove you!❤️ Stupid, arrogant Ruin of mine!!❤️❤️ You better live up to your word, okay?! Men who fail to do so are no men at all!”

Quinlan sighed while his arms came up to hold her. “I know.”

“Good~” She hummed happily against his neck.

He took the barrage of unfiltered emotions for a few seconds before speaking again. “Okay. So you’re my guide now. My… supporter.” His gaze shifted slightly. “Then why are you here? You should be inside my body, living in your pink mark on my back, right? That’s how you described it.”

Nyxara finally pulled back. Her euphoric expression softened, turning ever so slightly more focused.

“That was exactly how it happened. I entered you, I threaded myself through your blood, your nerves, your thoughts. That’s why we could converse even after my body disintegrated.”

Her fingers traced lightly along his arm as she spoke, still extremely flirtatious.

“But then your physique responded.” She clicked her tongue. “It declared war and pushed back. Hard.”

“A second connection formed,” Quinlan said quietly.

She nodded. “A symbiosis. Your Primordial Breeding Physique did not just take from me. It changed with me. That was when your new physique was born.”

Her eyes lifted, gleaming. “And during that process, something opened.”