Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

“Haaah…” I sighed with a great sense of fulfillment swelling in my heart. “All this soul collecting, Astral Conquest, leveling up, Devil business… It all feels secondary. My one true calling in life is disciplining bratty women.”

*Schluck!* *Schluuurp!*

Slutty slurping sounded from between my legs as Kitsara was busy suckling on my shaft as if it were the tastiest lollipop she’d ever encountered.

It’s been a little over ~18 hours since we got started, and by now, I feel we’ve more than made up. Any previous grievances have been forgotten. She was no longer spouting nonsense about pegging me, and I no longer felt anything but appreciation for this amazing woman of mine. Her resilience was second only to her natural beauty.

Kitsara’s utterly ruined makeup smeared across her face due to all the sweat and tears she’d worked up over the past day’s straining exercising only made her gorgeous features be highlighted in my eyes.

Ronan knew I was no sadistic barbarian, so he made sure there was a giant, lush harem bed even in the dungeon, allowing me to involve my good girls in the action once Kitsara saw the error of her ways. At the end of the day, I was a true gentleman at heart who enjoyed embracing his girls with pure love, not restricting them to bondage devices. Where was the romance in that?

“That’s right, good job! Use your throat to grip onto him and don’t let go, no matter what!” Lucille cheered Kitsara on from the sidelines, instructing the rookie on how to best service me.

I sat comfortably on the edge of the massive harem bed, enjoying the company of my gorgeous women. To my left, Lucille lay on her stomach with her head propped up on her elbows as she kicked her legs playfully in the air.

A devilish smirk adorned her lips, having far too much fun observing a beyond-exhausted Kitsara’s actions. Though, to be fair, part of the reason behind her joyous mood could be better explained by the past few hours we spent embracing each other, as well as the fact my left hand was busy petting her beautiful caramel hair.

Mirroring her position on my right was Seraphiel, similarly sprawled on her stomach. Instead of stroking her lush blonde hair, I massaged her spine, knowing she might’ve ended up a bit exhausted. Unlike the sturdy Berserker, however, she wasn’t quite as present. A perpetual, silly giggle left her lips every now and then, evidence of how far gone she was.

Behind me, Blossom knelt. She was leaving loving kisses along my head and neck as her delicate hands massaged my shoulders with all the devotion of a girl who found ultimate joy in serving her master. She, too, giggled lightly between each kiss, sounding utterly high on pure happiness hormones.

In my lap sat Aurora, taking full advantage of the unique opportunity she was presented with—namely Kitsara between my legs who offered no resistance whatsoever when the plump alchemist’s hands gripped the foxkin’s head, guiding her up and down my length. Aurora seemed to be entirely lost in the thrill of experiencing my perspective for once. Every time Kitsara’s lips kissed my base, Aurora stroked the back of her fox ears while letting her know how good of a girl she was.

As for the fox herself… she had long since surrendered to pleasure. Lucille’s guiding words barely registered in her mushy brain; she wasn’t listening, wasn’t thinking—she was merely existing in the blissful rhythm dictated by Aurora’s rapidly changing mood as she experimented on her test subject. Sometimes, she made Kitsara make slow, sensual motions of her head, other times, she reminded me a bit of Japanese WW2 war criminal scientist experimenting on their Chinese subjugated people.

I would’ve ceased her experimenting if not for Kitsara’s sensual moans whenever Aurora turned the gears up.

The last of my women—save for Jasmine who wasn’t present—Ayame, lay on her side a little farther away, she was busy spooning against a large pillow. Her thighs trembled without pause as her flooded kitten twitched uncontrollably. Ayame has been an incredibly good girl in recent times, so I might’ve pampered her a bit too eagerly, truth be told.

Quite frankly, the girls have worked me very hard this time around. If not for my 90 Vitality, I would’ve been eaten alive by them. Once again, I have to say my thanks to the past Quinlan who decided he would not become a glass cannon mage…

Anyhow. Knowing we had a few more hours until the time came to go to war, and that it was within the acceptable time window, I elected to give Felicity a call. To that end, I brought my communication artifact out of my ring, attached her crystal to it, and imbued my mana, establishing a line between the two of us.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for her to pick up. Her excited voice sounded as she asked, “Is that you, Lord Black?”

During the first two times when I called the princess, she introduced herself prim and proper, but now that it was our third time speaking, she seemed to be hoping it would be me. I imagined she only got calls from her tutors or perhaps some aristocratic children who tried to weasel their way into her graces.

As she didn’t have my communication crystal, she couldn’t tell it was me who called.

“Indeed, it is I, Princess.”

<Must you always call this young girl while getting blown? Always by a different woman at that, too…> Lucille sighed, giving me a stinky side-eye glance.

<I had some downtime, so I called. Don’t make it sound weird, woman. The timing was and always has been pure coincidence.>

<Is that so…> she mused right into my mind, letting me know she wasn’t convinced. However, when she felt I remove my hand from her head, she quickly moved both arms to grip me, forcing my hand to resume her scalp massage, silently telling me she wasn’t mad about it. My berserker merely noted her keen observation.

“Yay!” Felicity cheered, happy to hear it was indeed I who called.

“Why… Did you pick it up?”