Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Serika’s sharp gaze flicked rapidly between Mearie’s warm, buxom form and Luminara’s impossibly graceful, ageless beauty.

For a beat, neither girl spoke.

Quinlan smirked, greatly amused by their animated reactions. This was exactly why he hadn’t prepared them for what was to come. Their dumbfounded expressions were priceless.

“Don’t worry,” he explained after a few exquisite moments of indulgence. “Even here, biology doesn’t work ‘like that.’ They’re my beloved adoptive mothers. But I love them just as much.”

Serika and Feng both exhaled, visibly relaxing at his words, if only slightly.

That was when Quinlan noticed it: their gazes drifting again. This time, toward Luminara, their focus settled on her long, elven ears. Both of them gawked at the sight as if she were an alien.

Because, in a way, she was. At least, to them. In Zhenwu, such beings did not exist. The sight of a lithe, forest-draped figure with such inhuman grace was impossible to ignore.

Chuckling softly, Quinlan raised the hand on Luminara’s shoulder and reached up to her ear, gently gripping it between his fingers.

Luminara immediately flushed bright red, biting her lip.

“She’s an elf,” Quinlan explained with amusement. “Elves are basically humans with lithe frames and a few other differences in their biology…” but then he glanced down at her giant breasts and sensually thick thighs as he added with a big smile, “… though I gotta admit that my Lumi’s curves aren’t exactly supportive of their supposed ‘lithe’ build…”

He gave her ear a playful squeeze, making her tremble for a moment before he continued his explanation.

“… Aside from having long ears, other distinctive features of elves include the fact that they love all things green, nature, forests… so much so they can’t stand eating meat, thinking it to be outright sacrilege… Oh, and they have a crippling feet fetish.”

“QUINNIE!!” Luminara screeched at that, her whole face turning crimson.

She stomped her bare feet on the floor in protest, exactly as described, sending her green nature-themed dress swishing around her toned, elegant legs.

“That is NOT true! … Not entirely! … Stop teasing your poor mother!” she whined pitifully.

But the sight of her bare feet and the forest-hued gown hugging her lush frame only served to deepen the girls’ stunned expressions, and added fuel to Quinlan’s knowing grin.

Feng’s cheeks were pink now, but not from embarrassment.

No.

It was something far, far deeper. Something profound.

Her wide eyes were locked onto Luminara, whose fierce stomps of protest only made her massive elven breasts bounce with devastating, hypnotic momentum.

Two soft avalanches of perfection, quivering indignantly with every offended “Quinnie!!” the elf’s lips screamed.

It wasn’t just the size.

It was the way they moved.

The way they commanded attention with every breath.

Feng’s mouth dropped open with a faint sparkle of comprehension blooming in her dark eyes.

It all made sense now.

Her hands slowly, mechanically, lifted up toward her chest. She cupped her little bust, gave it a tentative squeeze, as if she was testing if they were even still attached. Such was the difference…

Well… At least they were.

Just… barely.

A dramatic wind howled behind her (where did that come from?) as Feng stared off into the distance, her expression a mix of awe, horror, and existential crisis.

“So this is… true feminine power…” she whispered.

Then she blinked rapidly and looked down again at her own chest.

“I still have time!” she mumbled desperately, gently massaging her “mini peaches” like she was trying to coax growth with sheer power of will. “I’m still young… My cultivation hasn’t peaked yet… I-I’ll drink a gallon of fresh milk every day…”

She inhaled deeply, letting a dangerous dose of copium enter her nostrils, and nodded solemnly to herself.

Yes. There was still hope.

There had to be hope.

Serika, on the other hand, had a vastly different reaction to the girl, as she fought hard not to laugh at the elf’s cute reaction outright, finding the situation just as hilarious as Quinlan had, and she was already loving Quinlan’s elven mommy a lot. This woman was just outright adorable in her eyes.

But while Luminara pouted and puffed adorably as she was getting teased by her cheeky son, Mearie had elected to utilize the opportunity differently as she had already shifted into action.

Unable to contain herself anymore, she swayed forward with slow, sensual grace, her hips moving with liquid femininity as she approached the two young women.

Her motherly smile was warm enough to melt glaciers. Her bosom rose and fell with visible excitement as she approached and then gracefully came to a halt before the two young women, her eyes shining with an almost blinding adoration.

With a gentle sway of her hips, she executed a deep bow, her voluminous chest jiggling enticingly. Rising with a bright, welcoming smile, she nodded emphatically.

“It is truly, truly wonderful to finally meet you both!” she declared, her voice becoming a melodious chime overflowing with motherly warmth. Her gaze settled first on Serika, with a knowing glint appearing in her eyes. “I am Mearie, Quinlan’s human mother. And you’d have to be… my son’s ninth wife, Serika Vael, correct?”

Serika instantly went wide-eyed at the words of the woman. Ninth wife?! She’d only kissed him twice, and in her head, they were just incredibly close friends who stepped over the line in their eagerness a few times!

Mearie then turned her beaming smile to Feng. “And you, my dear,” she continued with her gaze softening even further, “I can’t exactly predict your number as there are many candidates, but numbers don’t really matter, isn’t that right?”

Before either woman could react properly, she clapped her hands together, eyeing the pair with the pleading gaze only a truly concerned mother could produce. “Oh, our Quinnie can be such a clutz, our little gem, but he’s truly the best boy, that much I promise you! Lumi and I hope you’ll both take very good care of him for us!”

Feng, still reeling from the visual impact of Luminara’s majestic endowments, briefly stared at Mearie’s equally impressive bosom. Then, as if a switch flipped in her little brain, a determined glint sparked in her crystal blue, cheeky eyes. She pushed her admittedly flat chest out proudly with a mischievous smirk spreading across her face.

“Don’t you worry, Mother Mearie!”

Feng declared, her voice ringing with newfound confidence, shoulders squared and chin propped high, proudly embracing the future wife potential with an almost audible flourish.

“I might not have a big chest—for now—but I have a very big heart! I won’t make my mothers-in-law worried one bit! Your little clutz Quinnie is going to be in perfect hands, as long as you give him to me!”

At Feng’s brazen declaration, both Mearie and Luminara giggled, their soft, conspiratorial laughter filling the air with the motherly warmth of their overwhelming happiness. This kind of lighthearted conversation was exactly what their weary hearts needed.

They each reached a hand to squeeze one of Quinlan’s in theirs, the boy whose sudden and unexpected appearance in their exiled life brought so much joy to their lives, and as evidenced, he just kept on giving…

“What a cheeky little opportunist…” Luminara murmured with a fond smile as she examined Feng. “She truly does remind us of Ayame, doesn’t she?”

Mearie nodded enthusiastically, her eyes twinkling with delight.

“Perhaps even more shameless than the samurai girl! But we approve, my dear. A woman must know what she wants, and she must fight to get it! The world belongs to those who dare seize it, not those who wait for it to fall in their laps!”

Hearing those words, Feng’s entire face lit up, her little fists clenched proudly at her sides. The praise struck her like a divine blessing.

For a brief, ridiculous moment, the plucky teen even imagined herself standing triumphantly atop a vanquished God Venthros, sword aloft and the wind in her hair. ‘That’s right, I can do this!’

“I won’t let you down, mothers!!” she chirped with renewed vigor, beaming so brightly that even Serika gave her an amused side-glance.

The grand first meeting between primordial mommies and mortal ladies… had begun.

And while at it, the two mothers would drop some major lore about how the primordials and divinity functioned! And after the talk, it would be time for Quinlan to… Go home to the loving, waiting arms of his lovers. At long last, it was happening!

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