Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1440  No Longer One Sided

The days passed by quickly while the atmosphere inside remained a constant storm of rose-colored mist. Quinlan lost track of the hours as the trial pushed him beyond the limits of primordial endurance. He fell into a rhythm of repeated failure and recovery that would have broken the sanity of a lesser man.

Whenever his concentration slipped, and he lost his seed to her relentless grip, Nyxara would cradle his head to her bosom with affection. She whispered that he was a brave warrior and that he could do even more. She told him that his resistance was the most delicious spice she had ever tasted and urged him to try again so she could savor him more. Quinlan did not react to her taunts with anger or frustration. He swallowed his arrogance and viewed her mockery as a tactical opening. While she was busy enjoying the situation and elongating the trial for her benefit, he sank into his internal world and accelerated his mana intake. The flickering spark of energy he had first felt grew into a steady stream that flowed through his body even as he moved. He stopped trying to find a quiet place in his mind and instead accepted the chaos as his natural environment.

By the end of the seventh day, he had achieved a state of functional stability within the confines of the bed. By the end of the fourteenth, he felt confident in maintaining his concentration.

He learned to synchronize his breathing with the heavy thuds of his heart and the frantic shrieks of the woman beneath him. The noise of the dome was no longer a distraction but a steady beat that he used to anchor his focus. Nyxaraʼs eyes never lost their playful light as the days progressed, even as the duel stopped being so incredibly one-sided. She found that she had to work much, much harder to disrupt his focus, and her own breathing was becoming hitched. She realized that her prey was no longer just surviving but was actively using her as a whetstone to sharpen his own skills. Yet despite those realizations, the Primordial Demon of Lust never went for the finishing strike. Such was her gluttony. The more Quinlan resisted, the more her infatuation grew, the less she felt the desire to end it all.

Quinlan, despite getting better, never allowed himself to relax because he knew that simply staying in the fight was not victory. Furthermore, he understood that this was not a mage battle where a fireball could end the struggle. The trial was about conquering Nyxara sexually, not killing her. Thatʼs why the mana he regenerated was nothing more than fuel to be burned within his own marrow to reinforce his muscles and organs, using the four basic elements he had access to. He was using the energy to turn his body into an unbreakable engine of carnal output.

But he needed more.

Quinlan drove into her with a heavy and relentless rhythm that made the entire bed frame groan under their combined weight. Nyxaraʼs head thrashed against the sweat-soaked pillows while her perky breasts bounced with a frantic rhythm. She bit her lower lip until a bead of dark blood appeared, and her hands gripped the muscles of his back with enough force to leave permanent marks. She was no longer purring incessantly but was instead gasping for air between her own sounds of pleasure.

”Youʼre incredible!❤️” she managed to moan as she arched her back to meet every strike. ”No man should be able to do this. At this rate, Iʼm going to be so infatuated that Iʼll never let you go, Little Ruin... Iʼll keep you in my arms for a thousand years so that I can feel you inside me like this every passing moment❤️”

”Ngghhn!” She let out a high-pitched cry as her internal muscles clamped down on him with a new level of desperation. She looked at him with eyes that were violently throbbing with the shape of luminescent hearts. Then, she parted her lips to continue her ecstatic ramblings.

Quinlan did not let her. He reached out and pressed his palm firmly over her mouth, pinning her head back against the mattress. His gaze was cold and heavy as he looked down at the demoness who was trying to claim his future.

”Youʼve said enough, demon,” Quinlan declared with a voice that was a low and dangerous rumble. ”Now shut your mouth.”

The physical act of silencing her, combined with his absolute dominance, triggered an immediate and violent reaction from her body. Nyxaraʼs heart-shaped pupils dilated until they almost swallowed the pink iris, and her entire frame shuddered. A massive surge of iridescent nectar gushed from her core and coated his manhood, making the sound of their wild humping turn into a wet and rhythmic splashing.

The increased lubrication allowed Quinlan to increase his speed to a level that was previously impossible. Quinlan looked directly into Nyxaraʼs wide, throbbing eyes and announced,

”Iʼll go all out.”

He reached for his pocket ring mentally and pulled. The Soul Reaper saber materialized in the air, hovering just next to Nyxaraʼs neck. The dark metal of the blade pulsed with a cold, hungry light. Nyxaraʼs eyes tracked the edge of the blade, her pupils expanding until the pink hearts practically glowed against Quinlanʼs slick skin. She let out a tremulous moan and arched her neck toward the steel.

Quinlan let out a dark chuckle. ”How down bad do you have to be to get excited at the idea of getting beheaded? You damned freak.”

With her mouth still not permitted to open due to his firm hold on her lips, Nyxara could only moan in response, full of need and excitement. ”❤️❤️❤️” ”[Awaken].” Quinlan commanded, ignoring the freak beneath him.

A burst of blue flames erupted from the saber. Scar materialized. The blue-skinned woman landed on the edge of the mattress with her twin daggers already drawn. She took one look at the scene, the sweat-slicked bodies, the wet splashing of Quinlanʼs manhood against the succubusʼ folds, and the fanatical expression on the woman in question…

And her posture immediately stiffened.

She looked at Quinlan with a mixture of confusion and horror visible behind her mask.

”Master...” Scar whispered. ”Did you really summon me to... help you claim victory here?”

Quinlan didnʼt slow his pace. He drove into Nyxara with a heavy, grounding thud that made the succubus shriek into his hand. ”Exactly.”

Scar looked from the bed to her own daggers, her grip tightening until her knuckles turned a darker shade of blue. ”Master... I am not good at this. I donʼt know what you assume about my past as a human female, but… My skills are for the silent kill. I do not know how to... participate in carnal warfare.”

”You arenʼt participating like that. This is my war to fight,” Quinlan grunted with his muscles rippling as he adjusted his grip on Nyxaraʼs neck. ”Youʼre going to act as my conduit. Iʼm going to try something new, and I need a stable soul to anchor the energy.”

Scarʼs blue skin visibly darkened into a small blush. She looked down at where the two were joined, then back at Quinlanʼs face. ”Oh… Whatever you need, Master…”

”Come closer.”

Scar knelt on the silk mattress next to Quinlanʼs head. She closed her eyes and placed her blue hands on his back. Quinlan felt the connection form immediately as his aura expanded. The blue flames from the saber began to lick at his skin without burning him. His Primordial Breeding Physique flared, as it always had. Itʼs been the sole reason Quinlan lasted for so many days - the real MVP of the fight. Without his physique, none of this wouldʼve happened. Quinlan wouldʼve been slurped up by the demon ages ago.

But using his resistant physique and his mana regeneration got him this far. Now, he felt ready for the next step.

Quinlan kept his palm pressed over Nyxaraʼs mouth and maintained his heavy rhythm even as he pulled his consciousness deep into his own soul realm.

He bypassed the physical sensations of the succubus and the wet sounds of their struggle. He found himself in the familiar clearing of his mind where the fairy tree stood. The two concept seeds hung from the branches like dangerous fruit. Mimi was perched on a low limb, and she jumped to her feet when she sensed his presence. She looked at the ripples of energy vibrating through the roots of her tree.

”Scary Uncle!” she chirped while she smoothed down her leafy dress. ”You are moving a lot of power out there!”

”I need your help again, Mimi… I am sorry for burdening you with this so soon after the last time.”

Mimi puffed out her chest and gave him a determined look. ”It is my job, Scary Uncle! I am the guardian of your soul!”