Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1228: Hexwitch’s Call

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The air in the bedroom was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and jasmine. The silence that followed the tempest of their lovemaking was broken only by the ragged yet incredibly satisfied, synchronized breaths of the two women.

Jasmine lay sprawled on her back, with glistening skin, and she still trembled from her numerous, monumental releases.

Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her lips were parted in a soft, blissful sigh. Her hands were outstretched, holding onto Serika’s fingers.

Serika, utterly spent from the intense, forbidden pleasure of her first anal experience, had her body betray the woman. It made such slutty sounds that the fiery beauty knew they would haunt her most peaceful moments.

But even in her exhausted state, her hand returned the grasp of her friend, a silent acknowledgment of the support they had given and received.

They slept, pink-cheeked and utterly fulfilled, unconsciously holding each other’s hands.

It was needed to help each other receive the extreme affection their man held for them.

Quinlan remained, watching the glorious aftermath.

He felt the profound satisfaction of having embraced them both, introducing one to womanhood and the other to a whole new dimension of pleasure. He adored the sight of them, two pillars of his life, now resting as one: blissful expressions, sweaty skin, and thoroughly drenched folds. He wouldn’t trade this simple, intimate sight for all the glory in the world.

But then, the quiet bliss was shattered. A cold, metallic sensation registered in the back of his mind, a message sent through his [Master’s Link].

That voice was unmistakable.

His Hexwitch.

Urgent, sharp, but laced with her usual chaos.

Quinlan’s expression shifted immediately.

”Vex?” he muttered under his breath as his mind linked back.

There was a short pause in the connection. Then came her voice again, a little too quick.

His eyes narrowed. She sounded alarmed, yes, but not in danger. It was... off. Something fishy was going on.

Still, his job here was done. Jasmine and Serika were deep asleep. He’d let them rest, and then the maids had ’a lot’ of cleaning to handle when the pair woke up anyway. This room would not be usable for the next few hours.

So he got dressed, rolling his shoulders and brushing off his coat before stepping out into the corridor.

Vex’s yelping voice came back, higher-pitched than normal.

she gasped theatrically, followed by a scandalized huff.

Quinlan pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling through a restrained laugh. He couldn’t help it; she was incorrigible. Absolutely, delightfully unhinged.

Still grinning despite himself, he closed the door of the harem room.

And with that, he vanished from the hall and found himself outdoors.

It was night now.

The stronghold lay wrapped in silence, the kind that came only when the world itself was asleep. The stars were sharp and clear against the ink-black sky, the moonlight washing the forest in pale silver.

The temperate woods that surrounded the mansion always grew colder after sundown, and tonight, the chill bit deep. Frost edged the leaves, and a thin mist curled low to the ground.

Winter was right around the corner.

Quinlan exhaled at the sight. It would be his first winter in Thalorind.

Not counting the time he spent in the Iris simulation...

Where he lived back on Earth, it never snowed. He couldn’t wait to have a snowball fight with his girls and then make snow structures and people together.

Exhaling, his breath came as white air. The cold didn’t bother him; his Vitality stat was too high to be bothered even by much colder temperatures.

But it somehow made the quiet sharper. More intimate, even.

Using the tether that connected him to his Hexwitch, namely the [Subjugation] spell combined with [Overlord’s Eyes], it showed him exactly where his woman was without him having to ask.

He walked to the outer courtyard, where they had recently commissioned a new bath and sauna combo.

The sauna stood at the far edge; it was a sturdy log structure with slanted roofing and curls of steam rising from the vents. It was built not long ago at the request of Quinlan, who, knowing it was winter time, thought it would be a nice addition to the home.

Or at least that’s what he told his girls. In truth, he mostly just wanted to marvel at their glistening bodies as they sweated buckets.

The sauna was nestled beside a natural rock basin that had been repurposed into a plunge pool, perfect to cool down after sitting in the heat.

The water was drawn from the ground up, directed and managed by Rosie herself. Then, when the time came to use it, ice would be poured in.

The two buildings made a neat contrast. A place to burn and then to freeze.

As he approached, light flickered behind the sauna door. The kiln inside was clearly active.

This particular sauna could be heated in two ways. The first was through the small furnace built beneath the wooden floor, providing a steady, controlled flame that slowly filled the room with dry warmth.

The second came from the ”core stones” stacked atop a wrought-iron grate in the corner. These were volcanic rocks enchanted to retain absurd levels of heat, imported straight from Elvardia’s dwarves.

Well, considering that the three countries refused to trade with one another, this meant that someone pillaged a dwarf’s storage of these rocks.

Either way, Quinlan couldn’t complain because they were very useful to make strong people like them truly feel the heat.

Once the fire below brought them to the right temperature, all it took was a ladle of water to unleash a cloud of hissing steam.

It was a system designed for both comfort and intensity.

And right now, the kiln was already burning.

Someone had started the fire.

He hadn’t.

The culprit was obvious.

Vex stood just before the sauna entrance with her back turned to him.

Her arms were folded before her stomach, and her fingers fidgeted anxiously with the hem of her robe.

The usual mischief she carried like perfume was gone; in its place was a quiet, uneasy stillness.

Quinlan exhaled slowly, shaking his head. He already knew.

Without a word, he walked up to her until only a single cold breath separated them. His hand rose, reaching beneath her chin.

”Vex.”

Her shoulders flinched. She refused to look up.

He applied the slightest pressure, enough to guide, not to force. But the witch resisted stubbornly, twisting her face aside like a pouty child.

”Mmm! No!” A soft, muffled noise escaped her throat. It was part whine, part protest.

”Vex.” His tone deepened.

She shook her head. ”Nooo...”

He sighed through a faint smile. She was impossible.

But finally, after a few seconds of gentle insistence, she gave in. Her chin tilted up just enough for him to see her face.

Her eyes were red.

She had been crying.

And even though she tried to look away again, her trembling lips betrayed her.

He frowned, his thumb brushing softly against her jaw as he took in the sight: the guilty posture, the flushed cheeks, the damp lashes.

”...Vex.” His voice softened. ”Talk to me. What happened?”