Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Their cheeks instantly flushed a deeper crimson. “Oh, Quinnie, we can’t help it!” Mearie gasped, her voice a breathless whisper. Luminara quickly chimed in, “It’s just… a natural bodily reaction, darling! In our defense,” she added, her eyes darting to his groin, “it’s just like your big penis! You can’t exactly help how it reacts, can you?”

A rich, deep laugh rumbled in Quinlan’s chest. “I’m but a newborn baby who’s technically not even a year old… I might’ve gotten excited by your feminine charms, but… Is it truly normal for age-old women like you two to orgasm every other second just from getting your breasts milked?”

Luminara, her face becoming a comical mask of embarrassment and amusement all at once, lunged forward. “You little imp!” she declared, attempting to shove her breasts back into his mouth, clearly trying to silence his teasing with more of her delightful milk instead. But Quinlan, with a masterful twitch of his head, dodged her perfectly, leaving her pouting with an adorable frown.

Mearie, however, took a more serious tone, her approach a lot more mature than her fellow mother’s. “We haven’t felt this sensation in so many years, Quinnie… not since ‘that’ happened.”

Her voice dropped to a near whisper, laden with an ancient sorrow. “We were even so desperate that at one point, we thought about doing it to one another just to feel it… but it would’ve been against everything we stand for as dedicated mothers, so we relented, enduring the torment no matter how arduous it was.”

Quinlan’s grin vanished. Seeing his mother’s serious expression, the profound weight of their suffering over millions of years settling upon him, a wave of guilt washed over him. He felt suddenly small and foolish regarding his newest little prank on them. “Oh…” he mumbled, his earlier teasing forgotten, “I’m… I’m really sorry.”

It was Mearie’s turn to act, her hand gently cupping his cheek before she leaned down and landed a loving kiss on his forehead. “It’s alright, my love,” she murmured, her eyes brimming with affection. “It truly is. You have done no wrong whatsoever.”

Quinlan reluctantly nodded. After staring into their eyes for a few seconds, he came to an understanding: any further words would be a waste, so he resumed his milking, latching back onto Luminara and Mearie with renewed fervor.

Both mothers let out blissful moans as the familiar sensations washed over them once more. Seconds bled into a minute, then two, marked only by their continuous shudders and soft cries of pleasure.

“My, how deep our baby’s stomach is…” Luminara breathed out at one point, a note of awe in her voice as she stroked his belly with a happy grin.

Quinlan was far too greedy to part his lips from their nipples to reply, but inwardly, he thought he could probably drink his body weight, if not more, as long as it was their essence.

True to his silent word, he did just that, somehow, magically, managing to consume for hours upon hours. His mothers didn’t complain one bit, instead having the time of their life, their faces flushed with pure ecstasy.

Though by the end, even their primordial milk factories seemed to be a bit strained, or perhaps it was just that their bodies got a bit too excited at getting milked after such an incredibly long time, as their eyes turned hazy, and their bodies couldn’t stop trembling.

Weakly, they fell onto his chest, their limbs heavy and pliant. Quinlan, still not sated, took many more deep sips of their divine essence, the ultimate nourishment flowing into him. After such a long and hard trial, he felt this was the perfect way for him to recover and rejuvenate his tired body.

With a slutty plop sound that reverberated across Luminara’s tree house, he finally parted his lips from their breasts. “I’m pretty confident I’d just found my new favorite food…” he declared.

At his words, both mothers stirred from their momentary shut-down, their eyes fluttering open.

It was evident then that it wasn’t their milk factories that had reached their limit, but rather their other body parts. Namely, their brains overloading on joy and their feminine lower halves having released perhaps too much lady fluid onto his thighs. The many strong shudders their spines had undergone certainly hadn’t helped either.

They giggled softly, releasing a shared, languid sound. “We’ll welcome our handsome baby boy with open arms, as always,” Luminara purred, her fingers tangling in his hair. He nodded, accepting their words, and with a renewed fervor, got back to sucking, becoming seriously addicted to the taste of their ancient, life-giving milk.

“Such an eager youngster, isn’t he?” Miri chirped, eyes full of motherly warmth. Despite her body being actively, cruelly being robbed of its life essence by a greedy little thief, this woman was on the highest peaks of cloud nine.

As the mothers smiled tenderly at the sight of their son sipping their milk in utter bliss, their motherly hearts filled to the brim with happy emotions, proud that they could give him as much sustenance as he needed. They stroked his hair and his cheeks lovingly, telling him, “Drink as much as you want, darling. Far be it from these mothers of yours to deny you of the nourishment you need to grow up big and strong…” He nodded once again, eyes closed in blissful contentment as he slurped an obscene amount of milk down his throat.

But then, Mearie let out a sudden yelp, her eyes widening in alarm. With a surprising burst of energy, she slapped Luminara’s giant butt with such force that the bed beneath them groaned in protest, and Luminara’s skin rippled like a stormy sea.

“What the actual f-?! Behave yourself, damned woman! I’m not into that!” Luminara yelped, jolting upright as much as Quinlan’s grip on her nipples allowed, her eyes snapping to Mearie.

“It’s not that, you silly grass eater! In our overindulgence, we forgot something very important!” Mearie cried with wide-open eyes.

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