Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Finally, Lucille's lips parted, but she didn't speak. Instead, she lifted her trembling hand, and gently placed it on my chest. The warmth of her touch was unmistakable, and in that moment, I could see the decision flickering in her eyes- the barrier between her and me dissolving inch by inch.

"Quinlan…" The beautiful light caramel-haired mother mouthed with a hushed, extremely emotion-charged tone. "I think… That I…"

Before she could continue, I put a finger on her lips. Although I didn't let her finish her statement, I could already tell what she wanted to say. However, I didn't like the way she was about to announce her decision. "Lucille. Make your mind up and steel your resolve. I'm not a wimpy little cuck like your ex.

I give my all to my women but I'm a possessive man who won't just simply let them go. Yes, that's right; I'm a complete hypocrite who just said that as long as you want to separate you are free to do so, yet now I'm saying this…"

I glanced at the woman who began squirming under my scrutinizing gaze as light trembles shook her body all over once again.

"I won't chain you to my basement should you want to divorce me, but I'm very bad at dealing with loss. My heart would be broken into a million little pieces, so I want to make sure that you are confident in your decision. To make it clear; I ask for your loyalty, your dedication, and your unadulterated love, Lucille, and I will provide you with the same. If you need time to think-"

This time it was she who interrupted me. "You're right. I don't think, I know that I want to be your woman, Quinlan. Will you accept me?"

I can't help but smile inwardly for a moment. Who would've guessed that such a beautiful woman would confess to me, asking for permission to be mine. Certainly not me a few weeks ago.

I lifted my palm from her shoulder and instead cupped her cheeks in both of my hands. "Welcome to the family, my beloved Lucille." My statement elicited the most beautiful, purest smile I've seen from her. She was so incredibly elated, relieved, excited, and simply overjoyed.

"I'm so glad…" Lucille whispered while tip-toeing, clutching her two hands around the back of my neck, and gave me a heartfelt kiss that conveyed all her myriad of emotions perfectly.

I've gotten my fourth woman, and what a fine girl she is. I reciprocate her kiss with all my being.

Lucille's kiss was meek at first, gentle yet filled with all the feelings she'd bottled up until now. Her lips trembled excitedly as they pressed against mine. The passion that was rapidly building between us could no longer be denied. I want her and she wants me. She's letting go of all her inhibitions, embracing the decision she's just made with everything she has.

I felt her body melt against me as her warmth flooded through the thin towel that separated her bare skin from mine.

As she pulled herself even closer, my hands slid from her cheeks to her back, though they didn't stop until they reached my favorite body part of the female body. As I grabbed onto her juicy butt I couldn't help but be disappointed. Not because her body was lacking, not at all, but because I didn't like the man-made item separating my fingers from her naked, delicate skin.

Since her hands were still wrapped around my neck, I faced no opposition whatsoever when I grabbed the towel and unbound it from her heavenly body, letting it fall to the ground. For a moment I heard a muted yelp, but as I was busy exploring her mouth with my tongue, I acted as a human silencer to quieten her outburst.

Now that I could finally grab onto her naked butt, I pulled her closer, and she responded eagerly when her breathing quickened as our kiss deepened. Her tongue hesitantly grazed mine, but soon, her tentative movements gave way to something more primal, more needy.

Aurora diligently continued scrubbing my back with slow, deliberate strokes, but I could feel her poke her curious little head from behind me to observe the ongoing commotion on the other side of my body.

Lucille pulled her head back as she greedily gasped for air while her chest heaved up and down with each breath. Her eyes flickered with sheer neediness and adoration towards my person. "I should listen to Miss Alchemist as her assistant and do my decreed job…" She whispered sensually while grabbing onto Quinlan Junior who had long since awakened completely during the time of our making out session.

"So this is a real man's penis…"

She gently clutched my member in both palms, then began pulling me. "Come, baby. I can't wash you properly if you are standing since you are too tall."

"Baby?" i asked with great surprise.

Her cheeks flushed red, "do you hate it? I always thought that I would like to call you as such should we get together."

"So you've been hoping for this outcome for a while, huh? Well, go ahead. Call me whatever you prefer."

Lucille nodded with a happy smile plastered across her face while her petite hands guided me to the nearest stone bench by the bath's edge. She lowered me into a seated position, never letting go of her newfound hold on me. The extreme heat of the moment surged between us, and the cool stone did little to quell the fire building inside.

She kneeled before me with her bare knees pressed against the damp stone floor, her gaze focused solely on my shaft as her fingers trailed lightly up and down my length, studying it like a prized artifact.

"So much bigger than I ever thought possible… To think I didn't believe you when you said it was in a flaccid state due to my sheer ignorance of what I was missing out on throughout my whole miserable married life…" she murmured breathlessly. Her words were more of a reverent whisper than a simple statement.

I couldn't help the smirk tugging at the corners of my lips from emerging as I watched her, thoroughly appreciating the sight of the gorgeous woman kneeling before me, subserviently getting ready to service her new mate. Lucille had very evidently fully surrendered to the moment, her earlier doubts all but gone, replaced by pure desire and joy.

I took this moment to fully appreciate her beauty, and analyze while I was at it. As far as physical proportions were concerned, she was in the middle between Ayame's petite frame who had perky, beautiful but medium-sized-at-best breasts, and Aurora's plump frame who oozed femininity with every fiber of her existence.

My Alchemist may act innocently, but her body was made for sinning, and that's a fact.

Lucille wasn't an hourglass-figured battle goddess like Ayame and Blossom, but she was also slimmer than Aurora. If I had to describe her, then she was a beautiful lady with firm, inviting breasts adorning her chest and similarly perky mounds tempting my palms on her behind.

Though, if she were to continue leveling up as the axe-wielding wariorress that she is, Lucille might shape her body into that of a battle-hardened woman as well.

Aurora, who was still standing behind me, poked her head out and hesitated, but the heated atmosphere had clearly affected her too. Her scrubbing had stopped entirely when she spoke in a soft, bashful tone, "shouldn't we… finish washing him first?"

Lucille glanced over my shoulder to meet the scared girl's eyes as her lips curled into a sultry smile. "What do you think I'm doing, 'daughter'? Quinlan will enter both of our most intimate, precious places, so his penis needs to be cleaned with the most care."