Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 959: Anal Queen In the Making

Chapter 959: Anal Queen In the Making

Quinlan felt it too; the impossible tightness, the way her body fluttered around him like. His breath turned ragged as he pushed harder, faster, his hold possessive, demanding, utterly claiming.

“Let’s go together,” he growled, tugging on her hair and rolling her nipple between his fingers.

Blossom’s body shattered around him, her cry sharp and euphoric as her grand orgasm rushed over her, shaking her to the core. It was the greatest she’d ever experienced, releasing a bucketful of her lady juices onto the rooftop. She felt herself fall apart utterly and helplessly, her body constantly trembling in his touch.

And as if her pleasure were the key, Quinlan followed, gripping her tighter as his own release came, his groan vibrating deep into her neck as he pressed his lips there.

Together, they rode the wave of extreme bliss, her whimpers mingling with his ragged breaths as their bodies slowly, reluctantly, came down from the high.

Blossom remained slumped over the railing, her breath coming in shallow, broken gasps. Her pupils had shrunk into tiny dots, her eyes glazed over into a blissful white haze of total surrender.

“That was…” Aurora blinked, cheeks aflame, genuinely at a loss for words.

“I’ve seen Blossom… uh… totally lose it plenty of times,” Seraphiel giggled, fanning herself with both hands. “But never like that.”

Quinlan, however, wasn’t one to chat. He withdrew his penis from Blossom’s welcoming entrance, turning toward the others. His movements were languid, predatory, a beast in absolute control of its hunt.

The soft, slick sound as he pulled free echoed sharper than it had any right to. Both pairs of eyes instinctively followed the motion… and then froze on what was left standing.

His throbbing cock was still fully erect. Veins pulsing. Glazed and ready. It stood as a blatant, physical declaration of intent before them.

A ripple of tension snapped through the rooftop.

“Mmm…”

“Hmm…”

Soft sounds slipped from Ayame and Serika. Both had been slowly drifting back to reality.

Quinlan chuckled at the sight. “…I’m being too slow, huh?”

Both hearts skipped. Both bodies tensed. Aurora with a sense of instinctive submission. Seraphiel, with the thrill of competition, wondered if she could beat him after he’d come this many times.

Quinlan’s smile sharpened. “Then let’s pick up the pace.”

…

A whirl of sensations.

Aurora, usually the gentle, elegant enchanter, found herself pinned in a mating press. Her platinum hair spilled wildly around her head, her full, plush breasts bouncing without mercy with every powerful thrust. Her voice cracked between melodic moans and helpless whimpers, fingers clawing at his arms.

…

Somewhere beyond the rooftop, a pair of mischievous giggles echoed into the forest. Seraphiel, that shameless elf, had taken Quinlan’s hand and asked her celebratory sex to take place in the greenery. Leaves fluttered as her cries of bliss carried among the trees, nature itself bearing witness to their wild escapade.

…

Soon, Ayame stirred fully awake… and the closeted masochist allowed her hidden desires to blossom this once. Her warrior pride shattered in an instant as she guided Quinlan’s hands toward her throat.

“Don’t hold back…!” she gasped.

The moment his grip constricted just so, her body betrayed her. Instant. Shattering. A climax ripped from her like lightning striking dry wood. Her limbs trembled as pleasure short-circuited every thought. But even still, Quinlan gave her a good tumble, making the samurai woman reach the peak over and over again.

…

Having spent countless nights in Zhenwu massaging Quinlan’s battle-weary body, Serika knew exactly where to press, knead, and stroke to unravel him completely. Her hands worked expertly over his shoulders, down his chest, tracing every line of skin. At the same time, she was teaching those who were in a state of mind to listen. “See you do it like this… Push your fingers there…”

…

Lucille, lounging beside Serika with her devil-may-care smirk, watched with approval as the tanned woman suckled on his erect member. “No, no… not like that,” she purred, her bell chiming as she leaned close. “If you want to give him the best blowjob this side of the heavens… observe.”

The tanned warrioress raised a brow but nodded. Determined. Focused. Her tongue flicked experimentally, and when Lucille nodded in approval, Serika dove in with warrior-like determination. What started as a curiosity quickly became a skill honed by sheer stubbornness.

…

Vex, lounging lazily nearby, grinned from ear to ear. “I also want to learn from the throat goat herself.”

Soon, she found herself kneeling before him.

…

Days later.

The rooftop was a scene of absolute, unrepentant devastation. A battlefield of pleasure.

Bodies—gorgeous, flawless bodies—lay sprawled across the tiles like fallen angels. Limbs tangled. Tails draped over hips and shoulders. Breasts rising and falling with the shallow, exhausted breaths of women utterly, thoroughly satisfied beyond comprehension.

Their delicate skin glistened with the aftermath of days spent doing absolutely nothing but loving, claiming, devouring.

Eyes glazed. Mouths open in gentle smiles or dumb, dreamy bliss. Even the most battle-hardened among them lay with arms limp, completely surrendered to exhaustion.

Quinlan, center of the storm, simply lay back against a cushion of fluffy tails, hands behind his head, wearing the most smug, self-satisfied grin the world had ever seen.

“A job well done, if I may say so myself…”

…

Beep-beep. Beep-beep.

A shrill noise cut through the air.

A glowing crimson glyph pulsed to life next to Vex’s waist, her artifact communicator. Her eyes fluttered half-open, still glazed in a post-ecstasy haze.

“Ngh… who the hell…”

Beep-beep. Beep-beep.

Grumbling, her fingers fumbled over the glyph, accepting the call. “Y-Yeah?”

A familiar, cold voice responded. Black Fang’s.

“Raika narrowed the targets’ location down.”

Vex’s pupils snapped into razor focus.

Before she could process it, another glyph flared into existence.

She barely managed to swipe it open before another voice rang through.

“Vex. It’s Orianna. We need you on the line. Now. Reinforce Sector Five immediately. The northern front is breaking. The Greenvale War is escalating at a rapid pace.” fre(e)webnove.l.c.om

The Greenvale war was in full swing! The king’s birthday celebration party, to which Quinlan was invited, was coming soon as well! And lastly, the Alliance of Elvardia didn’t sit still during his months of absence, they had been preparing to invade the Vraven Kingdom and were nearly ready to begin!

Soon, many different forces will collide, creating a grand conflict that could be perfectly exploited by the one and only Primordial Villain himself!

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Author here. I apologize for cutting Seraphiel’s scene short but I wanted to end the month on this note. I hope you still enjoyed it.

Now, it’s time to return to the world of Thalorind in full. Thanks for all the support! <3