Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

The elven mother immediately began studying her son’s features for signs of heartbreak she would have to nurture. She wouldn’t be able to live in her skin if she knew her Quinnie was suffering.

Before Quinlan could even part his lips to explain, a dry voice cut in.

“You two are so focused on the scent of women on him…” Karl spoke, his tone laced with casual disdain, “yet you completely ignore the far fouler stench coming off your precious boy.”

Both mothers snapped their heads toward the pig-faced shapeshifter, blinking in unison.

Karl adjusted his hat and leaned forward, his eyes narrowing in concentration. He sniffed again, then nodded to himself, sure of his findings. “The stench of a corrupted divine entity is oozing from him… and not just on him—from him. As if he were now a source himself.”

*Gasp!*

Two matching gasps rang out as Mearie and Luminara turned back toward their son, eyes suddenly far sharper than before.

Now that they looked more carefully…

They could see it.

Gone was the bright yellow glint that once filled his eyes. In its place, now swirled four distinct hues, deep red, rich blue, vibrant green, and strong earthen brown… each color pulsing subtly with layered power.

But it wasn’t just his eyes.

His very presence had shifted.

Gone was the boyish edge he still sometimes carried. What now stood before them was someone… more. Vastly stronger, so much so they had to pause for a moment to check if their senses weren’t lying to them, yes, but also more composed. More mature. More self-assured. More…

Primordial.

They weren’t sure how to fully put it into words, but it was clear their son had undergone a fundamental transformation.

As if on instinct, both mothers reached up and tapped his cheeks with their fingers, their faces puffed up adorably.

“Quinnie!!” they whined in perfect harmony. “Explain!!”

A deep chuckle rumbled from Quinlan’s chest, rich and confident, amused beyond measure.

The sound sent a small tremble through both women’s hearts. Their legs weakened slightly, but even still, they refused to relent.

They had paramount motherly duties to fulfill right now, so their gazes stayed fixed and demanding, chests puffed stubbornly.

“All right, all right…” Quinlan finally relented with a big grin, having greatly missed his pair of ultra-awesome mothers. “But let’s find a private place first. I don’t want Nyxara ambushing me again.”

Karl stretched leisurely on his bench and gave a dramatic sigh. “No need to worry. That woman and Dragnar fought so long and hard that they knocked each other out cold. Pure mental exhaustion, the both of them.” He shook his head with a smirk. “You might as well explain yourself here.”

Quinlan smiled at the shapeshifter in response, having a grand time as his mind conjured the images of how that might’ve looked… The giant barbarian berserker slumbering with the primordial prostitute snoring by his side… What a sight that would be.

But he quickly shook his head. “No. I want some private time with my mothers. It’s clear they need it desperately, their affection bars need to be refilled right this moment. Sorry, Karl, I’d love to spend some time with you to catch up, I really do, but I think I’ll have to postpone.”

Karl rolled his eyes as he watched the retreating form of the tall and muscular man holding one hand on each of his mothers’ sensually swaying hips.

He leaned back on the bench in the town square and tipped his eloquent hat low over his eyes, deciding to let his brain catch a break. “Tch. The younger generation is so rude these days… no respect for their awesome elders…” he muttered. Even this eccentric man perfectly understood that despite Quinlan’s earlier words about the two of them catching up later, he didn’t mean it in the slightest.

“Well, I’m sure he’ll come to like me later. Oink.”

And with that, Karl caught a nap for the first time in many decades.

…

The scent of damp earth and sweet blossoms filled Luminara’s treehouse, a leftover from the serene pond where the trio had just shared their traditional family bathing ceremony. There was no need for clothes here, not when the goal was pure, unadulterated comfort and the warmth of proximity. They were home, safe, and ready to simply be.

Quinlan lay on his back in the center of the plush, queen-sized bed, the rich silk sheets cool against his skin. A contented sigh escaped him as he settled with a mother nestled into each of his powerful arms.

His hands found their familiar resting places on their sensual, rounded butts. Their magnificent, heavy breasts were deliciously mashed against his sides, heavenly soft as they rested upon his sculpted chest.

While this might’ve been a giant red flag in a normal family, this one worked vastly differently… In fact, the pair of mothers found getting greedily groped by their son a gesture so ingrained in their family dynamic that neither Mearie nor Luminara gave it a second thought.

To them, this was simply an extension of their boundless maternal affection, a natural part of their bond, utterly devoid of any inappropriate undertones. He was their Quinlan, their precious boy, and a bit of handsiness with their feminine curves was simply a sign of his affection. His two-meter frame and formidable musculature did nothing to alter this deeply ingrained “turbo mommy” mindset of theirs.

Mearie’s head rested on his left shoulder, her breath a soft whisper against his skin. Luminara was similarly curled into his right, her delicate elven features softened by the peace her heart was allowed to feel now that her beloved son had returned to her arms at long last.

The rhythmic thrum of their hearts, so close to his own, was a lullaby, a tangible connection after what felt like an eternity apart. Quinlan shifted slightly, pulling them even closer, reveling in the feeling of their warm bodies pressed against him. He inhaled deeply, drawing in their unique, comforting scents. They smelled a blend of ancient magic, floral notes from the pond, and that indescribable aroma of “mother.”

Minutes bled into a timeless expanse. Outside, the leaves of the ancient tree rustled softly, and the distant chirping of unseen creatures provided a gentle soundtrack as the trio lay wordlessly, simply basking in each other’s presence.

Inside, only the soft sighs of contentment punctuated the silence. Mearie’s fingers, slender and cool, began to trace faint, abstract patterns across Quinlan’s chest, a silent language of her affection. Luminara joined her, her touch equally light, a gentle exploration of the hard curves of his muscle. Their movements were slow, almost meditative, as if reaffirming his presence, his solidity.

Finally, after a long, luxurious stretch of shared tranquility, Lumi’s soft voice broke the silence, tinged with a familiar maternal firmness.

“Alright, Quinnie…” she murmured, her fingers pausing their delicate dance. “It’s time. Tell us everything that has happened to you.”

“Leave out nothing!” Miri added.

“Yes, mothers,” Quinlan replied with a soft smile. “This son of yours will do as instructed.”

And just like that, an explanation would begin, one that would leave his gorgeous mothers breathless, and the primordial dimension in a state of utter chaos!

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