Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

The heavenly sensation of her warm palms on him made Quinlan's breath catch, especially when she pumped up and down with both hands alongside his length. Now that ensured he truly stood at full attention.

But she did not continue stroking him. Instead, Serika turned her eyes sideways.

Her hands left his cock and instead caught Jasmine's hands.

Jasmine had finished unbuttoning his shirt and was standing motionless, her cheeks crimson and her heart visibly beating against her chest because she saw what the Solar Fist was doing.

She yelped softly when Serika's fingers touched hers.

When Serika began pulling her hands toward his hips, Jasmine paused for a second. Her face expressed hesitation. But then her eyes met Serika's, then Quinlan's, and the reservation instantly vanished, replaced with a small, eager smile.

Her delicate fingers found his penis, exploring it timidly at first. She was hesitant, unsure of where to apply pressure or how to touch him.

But her curiosity quickly grew bolder, her touch becoming less about battling nervousness and more about enjoying the feeling of exploration. Soon, she also stepped closer, once again standing right next to Serika.

"Please, kiss me..." Jasmine whispered needily as she awaited his touch.

When their lips connected, Jasmine gave a quiet squeal, a pure expression of joy.

This time, she was bold, meeting his kiss with an equal measure of need. As their mouths devoured each other, her hands became fiercely determined.

Her fingers roamed his shaft, and she even grabbed a handful of his family jewels, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from Quinlan as he deepened the kiss.

But when Quinlan reached out to plant both of his hands on her slim, feminine waist, Jasmine playfully jumped back.

The gorgeous brunette tried and failed to hold a happy burst of laughter erupt from the bottom of her heart when she saw Quinlan's dejected expression.

Her heart melted as she noticed how her man, who had just now terrorized an entire professional army with his brutality, who one might easily argue was the peak of masculinity, was completely in her clutches.

His hands, which were empty thanks to her playful evasion, gripped the air as he looked at her like a puppy that had been kicked.

Just the stark contrast to how he held himself usually to the current moment, where he allowed himself to be truly honest with his feelings, made her heart jump with joy.

'How much fun this is!' she thought, giggling.

She looked at Serika and asked, "Is this what having a man wrapped around your finger feels like?"

Serika chuckled in response to seeing the brunette's wonderful expression. "While Quinlan might be a nightmare on the battlefield, he is a very gentle soul once you look beneath the thorny exterior."

She paused as a quick flashback of the many corpses he left behind caused her to correct herself. "That is, if you have endeared yourself to his heart."

Jasmine seemed to jump with excitement.

She was having too much fun. She had thought she would feel oppressed during her first time, her nerves about to explode, but somehow, she felt great.

Quinlan let out a wry breath. "I do not appreciate the current situation." His voice was slightly strained, the source of his discomfort a throbbing, visible fact.

Both women burst into laughter at his straightforward complaint. Together with his needy boner, the women found him quite the adorable man right now.

But Quinlan used his immense Agility stat, speed blitzing Jasmine and stepping right up to her. She gulped when he towered over her, and his large, straining cock pressed against her stomach. She felt the warmth radiating even through her sexy dress. She glanced down and saw the head of his member greeting her eyes.

She gulped again, harder this time. "Is that going to fit...?" she murmured.

She instantly shook her head. She knew he fit into all his other girls, so she would do it too! Jasmine might've been a humble girl, but she refused to lose in love!

Her composure returned, and she gently stroked his penis with both hands. "Patience is a virtue, my love," she said.

"I'm not exactly a holy person. Primordial Villain, remember?"

Jasmine and Serika both giggled at his words. Then, Jasmine grabbed his penis and turned around, beginning to lead him by it.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"We planned to give you a bath!" she chirped. "You just returned from massacring thousands of enemies."

"Did you forget I can clean myself with water magic? And it's not like I'm dirty," he pointed out.

But the two women spoke together in sync as if they were a hive mind: "We want to clean our man. You wouldn't understand."

Quinlan looked at them dryly before shrugging his shoulders. "Women..."

The pair laughed again. Serika stepped up behind him and gently gave him a little push with a single finger. Jasmine pulled again, and Quinlan entered the bathroom that opened directly from the harem room.

The space was as meticulously prepared as the bedroom. Candles lined the edge of the large, sunken tub, and the water was steaming and scented with soothing herbs.

Quinlan grimaced when he saw the bath and watched Serika drop her towel, visibly ready to get in with him. "I want to be the one who undresses you, Jasmine, right before the act," he said. "Maybe we really should skip this part."

Quinlan didn't want her to undress herself. If she'd prepared such a sexy attire for him, then it only felt right for him to be the one to undress her.

Jasmine's welcoming expression turned sly. She reached up and touched her shoulder strap. "I planned ahead!"

"I applied a few drops of a specific solution, the 'Naiad's Solution,' to the fabric of my dress, making it water resistant!"

She blushed deeply. "I knew you would want to be the one to take the dress off…" she whispered. "I didn't want you to deny yourself that pleasure."

As she spoke, her rose cheeks and hopeful expression caused Quinlan to grow even more restless, a visible, pulsing response right in her hands.

This was the exact moment when Quinlan had officially had enough.

With a decisive grunt, he gripped the feminine waists of both women, sensing Jasmine's soft fabric and Serika's warm skin. He lifted them both, one in each arm.

Serika laughed with pure joy, while Jasmine squealed in sudden excitement as the pair was swiftly carried toward the bath.

Quinlan stepped into the tub and lowered himself into the steaming water, the two women settling with him.

But then his girls asked him to sit higher up, using a built-in seat so that his body was above the water. Only his feet were inside.

The sensual bathing session began instantly. However, it quickly became evident that when the two girls had claimed they wanted to "bath him," they did not exactly mean it in the purest of ways.

Serika positioned herself behind him. She poured scented soap onto her ample breasts and began using them to lather and wash his back and shoulders. The slick, rolling motion was a heavenly massage.

In front of him, Jasmine was getting more and more acquainted with Quinlan Junior, clearly preparing to welcome him into her most sacred place.

As Quinlan sat between the two women, with Serika behind him conducting her heavenly motions, Jasmine suddenly got onto her hands and knees in the water.

She leaned forward, parted her lips, and gave a big, wet smooch to the tip of his penis.

"Mwah!"

The sound was loud and wet in the close, candlelit space.

"Please treat me well tonight…"

The greeting and the plea, combined with the vulnerable yet hopeful image of his girl, sent a shiver through Quinlan's body.

Tonight was going to be glorious.