Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1376  Tragic Fate of Elven Girls

”Iʼm just asking. So answer me, you old hags!”

Several brows twitched.

”Watch your mouth, damned brat…” one muttered.

A brief silence followed. Then an archer who had been watching quietly spoke, voice measured. ”No. They are not all his lovers.”

Eilwen leaned forward. ”How do you know?”

”I saw two children among them,” the elf replied. ”And many of the women looked at him the way one looks at a commander. Respect, trust, and expectation. Those were not the eyes of women looking at their lover.”

Eilwen deflated slightly. ”Oh.”

Another elf tilted her head, lips curling up into a giant grin. ”Though,” she added, ”he is clearly a busy man. I counted at least two handfuls of women who looked at him like he was their whole world.”

Eilwenʼs head snapped up. ”Ten?!” she yelped, hands flying to her cheeks while her thighs rubbed together. ”He must be very talented…”

She stared out toward the distant city where Quinlan had flown off toward with eyes that were unfocused, clearly picturing something that had nothing to do with tactics or alliances.

”Haaah…” she sighed wistfully.

One of the older sentries clicked her tongue. ”That settles it. Itʼs time for you to find a nice girl and tie the knot. Youʼre a lonely woman, Eilwen. You need a good partner before your head drifts any further into the clouds.”

Another nodded. ”A steady hand. Someone warm. Someone who knows how to stay.”

Eilwen snapped around, scandalized. ”Hah?!” she barked. ”Iʼm not into that gay nonsense, you zesty old hags. I want a big, strong, handsome man to take care of me. Not a woman licking me while shoving a finger up there.”

Her expression turned to that of sheer disgust. ”Ew. Ewww….” Then she began making gagging sounds.

The hill went very still.

Several pairs of eyes narrowed.

”Excuse us?” one of them asked slowly. As a lesbian with thousands of years of cunnilingus experience, she was incredibly offended right now.

”Watch your tongue, brat,” another hissed. ”A loving female companion is the way Lady Luminara intended for our kind to live. You would do well to remember that.”

Eilwen rolled her eyes and let out a long sigh. ”Oh, please. Who are you to put words in the first elfʼs mouth? Did you hear Lady Luminara say such a thing herself? Do you have a writing that came directly from her hands?” She waved a hand toward the smoke-choked city in the distance. ”And if that really was the elven way, then explain something to me. Why did that blonde elf with big tits and thick thighs next to him look happier than any elf Iʼve ever seen? She was not calm. Not ʼat peace with what life gave her.ʼ She was simply happy. Like she actually mattered. Like she belonged. Like she had an actual lover she was attracted to wholeheartedly, instead of settling for a lesbian because that was the best course of action to not be lonely.”

”…”

The older woman fell quiet.

They exchanged looks. Long ones. The kind that carried too many thoughts and not enough answers.

No one spoke.

Eilwen turned back toward the horizon with her arms folded and ears twitching. ”Yeah,” she muttered. Then her eyes narrowed. ”Thatʼs what I thought. So the next time I crave a hot guyʼs embrace, no one preaches to me about the joy of licking puss, is that understood? Damned old hags.”

A long breath passed through the line.

Then another.

Then leather creaked.

Eilwenʼs ears flicked.

Slowly, very slowly, she turned her head.

Three of the older sentries were already stepping forward. Calm. Deliberate. Expressions carved from stone. One had unbuckled her belt. Another was halfway through doing the same. The third rolled the leather free with a soft, practiced tug.

The sound snapped something into place in Eilwenʼs mind.

”… Oh.”

The word came out small.

One of the women spoke at a voice level. ”You are a disgrace to elven kind.”

Another nodded. ”You speak like a common dwarven whore shouting from a tavern table.”

The third tested the belt in her hands, folding it once. ”And since your mouth clearly does not understand restraint, we will teach it. We will teach you how to become a proper elven lady, Eilwen.”

”We do it because we love you.”

”Always remember that.”

Eilwenʼs spine went rigid.

”H-Hey now,” she said quickly, laughter pitching too high. ”Letʼs all take a breath. No need to escalate. Words were exchanged. Cultural differences. Generational misunderstandings.”

They kept walking.

Her eyes darted left. Right. The hill behind her offered nothing but open ground and witnesses who suddenly found the sky very interesting.

”I was joking,” she tried. ”You know. Humor. Itʼs a thing now. Among younger elves. We say outrageous things for bonding and to help us endure our cruel fate of leading a long, loveless life.”

One of the belts slid fully free.

”That explains nothing,” came the reply.

”We donʼt care if you tie the knot with an elven woman or not, Eilwen. Many elves are happy leading a single life. It was just a suggestion we made when we saw how lonely you were.”

”But what we do care about is your terrible lack of respect for your elders.”

”Poor girlʼs mother died soon after her birth… I realize that we, members of the old guard, failed to take care of the child of one of our own.”

”Weʼll rectify that right now.”

Eilwen took a step back.

Then another.

”Wait,” she yelped, palms up. ”Wait, wait, wait. I think I may have overextended my commentary. Just a little. Maybe more than a little.”

She laughed again, this time with visible panic. ”In my defense, I forgot I was stationed with traditional grannies instead of people my age.”

The women stopped in front of her.

They loomed.

Eilwen swallowed.

”… I ran my mouth too long, didnʼt I?”

One of them smiled. It was not kind.

”Bend over,” she ordered.

Eilwen yelped and spun, sprinting three steps before a hand caught her long, flowing hair and hauled her to a stop.

”No running,” another added. ”That just adds rounds.”

”I retract everything!” Eilwen cried. ”All statements. Entire philosophy. I respect tradition. Lady Luminara herself could not be more disappointed in me than I already am. I love women. Licking puss is my lifeʼs greatest mission! Penises are so ugly and disgusting, ew!”

Her cheeks began to brighten as she got into it, eyes turning dreamy. ”Imagine the nightmare of having a broad-shouldered, muscular, chiseled, handsome man tower over you as he takes you in bed, and kisses you while his weight presses down, warm skin against mine, and heavy breathing in my ears as he pushes me into the mattress with his weight alone. He then whispers encouraging words to me as he enters my eagerly awaiting hole like a true, loving gentleman… ”

The belt snapped once through the air.

Eilwen squeaked.

”Ah, I got carried away again! By the leaves, Iʼm sorry! I will never speak of anything again. I will meditate. I will take vows. My dream is to become a raging lesbian with a harem of horny elven sluts!”

The belts came down.

The hill echoed with a yelp that carried halfway to the city. Several elves winced.

None intervened.

Motherly justice, elven style, was being administered.

An older sentry watching from the side shook her head. ”This is why we keep the youth supervised.”

Another sighed. ”A mouth like that was bound to catch consequences.”

”They even explained to her that theyʼre not mad because she refuses to embrace another woman... Many of us refuse that... Eilwen simply canʼt shut her trap to save the life of her.”

”True..”

The onlookers were in complete agreement.

…

As the cries of the younger elf were swallowed by the hill and the grannies set about their work, Quinlan reached his destination.

The wind steadied beneath him.

He hovered high above the city, cloak drawn back, boots held aloft by invisible currents. Below, Elvardian forces were pushing to take the walls in disciplined waves. Inside the walls, the dead were already loose.

Undead shapes flooded alleys and plazas, breaking lines, dragging defenders down, forcing chaos where structure had once stood. Smoke climbed in uneven columns. Fires spread without pattern. The city fought on two fronts and did not yet understand it.

Quinlanʼs gaze moved slowly, taking it in. The timing. The pressure. The way fear and momentum tangled together.

A grin cut across his face.

”What a beautiful sight.”