Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

A few minutes later, the entire atmosphere of the treehouse had changed.

Gone was the intimate haze of indulgent feeding. In its place bloomed a sense of momentous occasion, a thrilling, giddy energy that hummed through the ancient wood and perfumed the air itself.

The great door creaked open.

And in stepped Luminara and Mearie, two women of perfect representations of maternal beauty made divine.

Luminara, the ageless Elven Primordial, wore a shimmering gown of woven starlight and emerald silk. The fabric clung lovingly to her statuesque figure, hugging her lush hips, slender waist, and heaving, milk-swollen breasts in a way that was equal parts regal and sinfully inviting. The long slit up one thigh revealed legs so perfect no sane man could resist their temptation. Her bare feet padded across the floor with the ethereal grace that marked her as the mother of all elves, with the faint chiming of her anklets echoing her every step.

Mearie, the radiant Human Primordial, had chosen an outfit no less striking: a deep crimson corset-dress that cinched her already voluptuous curves to perfection, pushing her generous bosom high and proud, while the flowing skirts whispered around her long legs with every movement. Gold thread traced swirling patterns across the fabric, drawing the eye in helpless fascination. Around her throat gleamed a delicate choker, illuminated with protective sigils.

Their hair was styled to perfection, cheeks faintly flushed from the pure excitement they felt for the occasion, their eyes sparkling with joyous anticipation.

And getting dragged by them, looking 'significantly' less enthused, was none other than old Malakar.

The grizzled Primordial, still clad in plain fisherman's robes with a simple staff in hand, grumbled darkly beneath his breath.

"Bah… dragged away from my peaceful fishing… just to see the laddy once again…" he muttered, shaking his head.

Mearie swatted his arm playfully without looking back. "Oh, hush, old man! You'll be grateful you were here for this historic moment!"

Luminara beamed. "Right! You'll thank us for breaking your horribly mundane, monotone routine!"

Malakar merely sighed. "I'll thank you two for bringing me here to see the laddy with his ugly pecker...? Dream on, women."

"... Hah?"

Any further conversation was cut short as the mothers entered the bedroom proper and saw the same thing Malakar did.

Their expressions immediately puffed into matching little pouts.

There, still sprawled lazily across the silken bed like a king after a feast, lay Quinlan with his chest bare, hair tousled, arms behind his head, eyes half-lidded with smug amusement.

"Quinnie!!" Mearie huffed, stamping one dainty foot on the wooden floorboard. "Why are you not dressed yet?!"

"Such a grand moment before you, and you dare greet it like this?" Luminara added, cheeks puffing adorably as she placed her hands on her hips, an extreme amount of disapproval.

Quinlan merely cracked one eye open and rumbled lazily, "Both girls have seen me naked more times than I can count. They wouldn't even blink if I did it again. Calm down, mothers."

Both women gasped, cheeks flushing red with anger in unison.

"That is entirely beside the point, young man! This simply won't do!" they cried together.

Without further ado, they marched over to the bed, grabbed a wrist and an ankle each, and dragged their son bodily from the silken pile, ignoring his amused, indulgent chuckles.

"Come now, come now!" Mearie chirped, voice trembling with excitement. "As your mothers, it's become apparent we didn't teach you proper manners, Quinnie!"

"Indeed!" Luminara agreed, nodding so fervently that her long elven ear bounced along with her head. "We refuse to let our son be a son of a b- who thinks he can be lazy and indifferent after bedding a girl!"

She flicked his forehead. *Flick!*

"A proper gentleman," she continued his lecturing, her voice taking on that classic mother-lecture tone, "will treat his women as if they are on their first date, even if it is their millionth. He will show them that their presence, their affection, their very existence, still makes his heart race with joy and anticipation!"

Mearie picked up seamlessly. "And as your mothers," she declared, her cheeks puffing adorably, "we absolutely refuse to let our beloved son be a rude boy! We won't have our Quinnie turning into one of those arrogant men who toss their lovers aside like old robes after the 'conquest!'"

Quinlan huffed out a faint chuckle even as they continued dragging him. "...I'd never do that."

"We know," they both chimed brightly.

"But appearances still matter!" Luminara finished with a flourish. "Especially for a moment as grand as this!"

"That's why," Mearie beamed, eyes sparkling with pride, "we spent so much time making sure you would have the finest garments ready for your triumphant return!"

Although Quinlan didn't resist one bit, it wouldn't have mattered as he was being tugged by the overly excited mothers who sported extreme amounts of strength. They did not care one bit for his naked state as they dragged him across the room, and soon they arrived before a grand, ornate wardrobe that took up nearly an entire wall of the treehouse.

The doors opened with a soft creak, revealing row after row of finely crafted garments, tunics of celestial thread, cloaks woven from elemental silks, trousers embroidered with protective wards, and belts adorned with gemstones. Each piece was lovingly hand-sewn by the two mothers who poured their hearts into these creations for their son.

Quinlan blinked in surprise, arching a brow. He knew his mothers was busy with creating his clothes but…

"You made all this for me?"

Luminara's eyes shimmered. "Of course we did, my sweet baby. I was only doing socks in the beginning, but after realizing that you can only wear so much, I switched over to helping Mearie with the rest…"

"We knew you would return to us one day," Mearie continued with a low whisper, her voice thick with emotion. "And when you did… we wanted you to have the finest comforts a mother can give her beloved son."

Their fingers traced lovingly over the fabrics before they dove in together, chattering excitedly as they selected the perfect ensemble.

"This tunic! It brings out his beautiful new elemental eyes!"

"And these trousers! Oh, they'll fit him so perfectly! Quinnie will look like a real man among men!"

"Our precious, handsome son already outshines everyone else in his gender, but he'll do even more so now!"

"Right, right!"

"Don't forget the cloak! He needs a cloak to highlight his tall, manly frame!!"

Quinlan, still chuckling at their cute antics, allowed himself to be turned and dressed like an oversized doll as their skilled fingers worked swiftly, tucking and smoothing, adjusting and tying, straightening his collar with utmost care.

He could have protested, could have resisted, but one look at their radiant, beaming faces told him all he needed to know.

This was their moment. Far be it from him to take it from them.

As they tied the final sash and fastened the final brooch, both mothers stepped back in unison with their eyes sparkling, full of proud tears.

"Perfect…" Mearie breathed with a hint of honest shock. "Quinnie is already such a masculine boy…"

"So handsome…" Luminara whispered, pressing her hands to her flushed cheeks.

Quinlan, fully dressed at last in elegant garments befitting a Sovereign, gave a slow, indulgent stretch.

"Well then," he said with a faint smirk. "Shall we see if the girls can actually make it here?"

Both mothers clasped their hands together and beamed.

"YES!!" they cried in perfect unison.