Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Yes, but you shouldn't think of elven males like you do of human females. Instead, you should compare them to male ants. They work their short lives to serve their queens and then die. To us, they're just sperm donors and convenient tools, it's incredibly rare for feelings to develop because we know they will all die before we even get our first wrinkles. Traditionally, we even stop treating them like partners. My father was not involved with my mother."

I glanced at Sylvaris, expecting her to rush to the man's defense, but she offered no rebuttals, meaning that Seraphiel wasn't overly rude with her statements.

"How come you don't know this? It's common knowledge." Jasmine asked. There was no mockery in her tone, just curiosity.

"It's time?" Seraphiel asked as her lazy comfort slowly transformed into excitement.

"I guess so. Can I leave the honors to you?"

"Sure! Mom, listen to this!" Sera cheered as she sat up more properly in my lap, ready for a serious conversation. "Luminara is not an elf, but an elven primordial."

"Luminara? The one elves treat like their ancestral mother? The one who waits for them in the Eternal Forest after death?" Jasmine asked confusedly.

"The very same!" Seraphiel nodded eagerly.

"… And how do you know this? What even is a primordial?" Sylvaris asked wryly, her disbelief was evident for all to see.

"I know this because her son is currently busy rubbing my belly!"

"I'm so lost… Quinlan isn't even an elf..." Jasmine murmured.

"Are you saying that the first elf mated with a human and her genes were so weak her son ended up looking fully human? But even then, she lived millions of years ago… Did you find your boyfriend frozen in ice?"

"No, I already said he bought me from the slavers! Mom, are you even listening?"

Sylvaris winced at her daughter's accusatory tone. I had to chuckle inwardly, this mother-daughter pair was downright wholesome.
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"I think it's best if I take the mantle from here. Us primordials are a unique race that for all intents and purposes went extinct millions of years ago, exactly when you lost the trail of Luminara and thought her to be dead. We can't die naturally, we're ageless - eternally young if you will. Instead, she and the others of her kind were sealed away, forcibly exiled from Thalorind. I'm the exception because I was born mere months ago."

Before they could think me for a lunatic, I summoned forth my status screens. Materializing one's transparent window for others to see was an impossible thing to do, so my doing so should already be a telling sign that I wasn't throwing lies at them. I followed up by showing them my stats and race, as well as its details.

"Wait, am I dating a child?!" Jasmine yelped and then snapped her head in my direction, examining my face. She sighed with relief once the vision she saw was that of a man and not a baby.

Did she expect me to shrink and have the body of a little drooling gremlin because of my words?

She was pretty adorable, I'm not gonna lie.

I snickered a bit and then cleared her misunderstanding up; "That's a story for another time. Complications occurred, but please treat me as an adult."

Sylvaris voiced her thoughts next; "When Boyfriend cast his strange door-shaped spell, I knew something was strange. But for it to be like this… Primordial Villain…"

Somehow my name became Boyfriend.

"This makes me a bit sad…" Jasmine sighed with grief. "I knew you would outlive me because you were a strong combatant, but you won't die unless killed… Please, don't forget me. Can I live on in your memories?"

I grabbed her hand firmly in my palm and squeezed reassuringly. "Jasmine, when I started my journey I promised myself I would only go for strong women not only because I thought them to be hot, but also because I didn't want to lose them to time. That's why I only accepted Aurora and Lucille after they showed signs of wishing to be combatants. However, I accepted you, and I don't want you to become a combatant - at least not to the degree my other women are. Instead, I want you to manage my realms and assets while me and my warrior wives go on to fight in mighty battles. How does that sound to you?"

"I would love it!" She cheered her acceptance, but then her droopy mood returned. "I will still die in a few decades, though…"

A new status screen flashed in front of their eyes, and Seraphiel immediately began giggling when she realized which one it was.

[Blessed Seed: A unique primordial transformation available only to entity Quinlan Noir. For 72 hours after getting the entity's Blessed Seed injected into their wombs, women gain some of the unique traits only the primordial race has access to, namely: 3X experience gain multiplier and stopped aging. Doesn't work with artificial insemination. The entity can regulate his Blessed Seed, and eliminate its magical effects should he wish to.]

"Oh. Oh! Oh!!!" Realization dawned on Jasmine in multiple waves, each stronger than the last. However, it was not only the realization that kept getting stronger, so was the redness of her delicate cheeks. "So… As long as we do it…"

I decided to be as clear as possible so that no misunderstandings happen. "As long as I fill your womb up with my seed, you will not age. Even on longer campaigns, I can just teleport back or bring you to me every few days so that I can refill your tank."

"Don't say it like that…!" She complained, but her jovial mood completely overwhelmed any dissatisfaction she might've felt otherwise due to my crude words. I also noticed that she was squirming from head to toe and that her hands were wandering toward her most precious place as if she were shielding it from me.

Did she think I would take her right here and right now?

No, I would never do that, for I was a gentleman.

A woman's first time was to be celebrated, I planned to take hers in a setting she would enjoy so that she can remember back to this fond memory millions of years from now.

"Is he truly Luminara's son?" Sylvaris asked Seraphiel.

"Primordials aren't born like mortals are, so not in the sense you assume. She and Mearie, a human primordial, adopted him and treat him as if he were their baby. Hear this! He even has a Geim, and will be able to converse with it once it finally gains conscience. For now, it just grows in his home, using his primordial fluids as nourishment which seems to significantly speed up its rate of growth."

Sylvaris' eyes widened for a brief moment before she closed them, contemplating everything she had learned. While I lacked concrete evidence to prove my relationship with Luminara, I could substantiate everything else. It wasn't as if we were asking her to believe outright lunacy.

When the stunning silver-haired matriarch opened her eyes, I saw determination gleaming in them. She had made her decision.

Sylvaris stepped forward, knelt gracefully before me, and genuflected. In a firm yet serene tone, she declared, "I greet the Prodigious Son."

To most elves, Luminara was a religious idol, hence her actions.

Seraphiel was still comfortably seated in my embrace, so her mother was within arm's reach. She reached out and gently lifted her mother's head from the ground.

"Mom, don't do this. You shouldn't be so submissive toward your future husband, it sets a bad precedent. This cocky guy will take advantage of you for sure."

… Huh?