Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 771

Chapter 771: Rituals [Bonus Chapter]
I let myself be led, staggered, burning, drunk on her.

When we stepped inside the glowing circle, the ambient magic flared to life around us. Only then did Vex finally release me, slowly uncoiling her fingers from my cock.

I groaned, hating the sudden cold hitting my member in the absence of her warm skin wrapping around it.

Vex turned to face me fully, her crimson eyes glittering under the ambient light. Her body adorned in the sexy corset was haloed by the subtle magic of the circle, casting her in an otherworldly beauty that stole my breath away all over again.

Her voice, when it came, was thick with arousal, but there was also a low thrum of seriousness beneath it. A deeper hunger. One that went beyond the physical need of a woman.

“Generally speaking,” she began explaining while drawing lazy patterns through the air with her fingertips, making tiny flickers of magic dance between us, “rituals are spells too complicated or too long to cast in combat. So they’re reserved for different things…”

She stepped closer, close enough that her breasts just barely brushed against my chest with every slow inhale she took.

“Things like permanent bodily transformations, such as what the Covenant leaders underwent to shed their mortal coils…” Her fingers began tracing my chest muscles. “Or forming contracts, such as what Slave Merchants use to force people into magically binding servitude.”

She paused for a second, looking up into my eyes, gazing into my very soul. Her eyes began sparkling with lustful excitement as she finished, “Or binding yourself deeper to someone you trust… someone you crave.”

I shuddered. My hands twitched at my sides.

She pulled back slightly, smiling wickedly at my restraint, then pressed one hand against my heart.

“Because rituals aren’t just spells, Quinlan. They’re commitments.” Her hand slid lower, over the taut lines of my stomach, down toward my hips. “They’re tied to your class, to who you are at your very core.”

I nodded, dizzy from how much I needed to touch her — and from the weight of her words.

She grinned, sensing it.

“Dark magicians, those with evil magical classes, can’t use rituals related to light magic, for example, just as light magicians can never turn themselves into an undead. The ritual would simply fail. And me? As the woman you called ‘little hex witch’…” She tilted her head, flashing her teeth in a predatory smile. “I can only make rituals that bind, that corrupt, that claim.”

She trailed a single nail along the side of my cock, making me twitch violently with the teasing touch.

Vex then continued, her voice dropping to a dark purr. “The ritual we’re about to do is called Ebon Vow. It’s something only Hexwitches can offer to their chosen.”

Hexwitch? I thought her class was Hexblade!

But before I could voice my abrupt realization, she leaned in, her lips just barely not touching my ear. “And I choose you, Quinlan Elysiar. Become my Primordial Villain. My Harbinger of Ruin. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. Forever and ever.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. My hands snapped up without conscious thought, seizing her waist. And just like that, I’d long since forgotten about this Hexwitch class dilemma.

“Vex…” I warned, letting her know with my raw voice that I was about to lose myself to my overwhelming desire.

She only smiled wider, radiating satisfaction. “Once we complete it… Your essence will be wrapped in mine. I’ll be able to help you out when you need it most. This is what a hex witch can do for her beloved.” She gently pulled my head lower with her hand before pressing her forehead to mine, letting our breath mingle.

“And all it takes…” she whispered, reaching between us and guiding my painfully hard cock toward the heat between her thighs, “is for us to seal it… the old-fashioned way.”

She rubbed herself against me in slow, gentle motions that made my vision blur at the edges.

“You serious?” I gritted out, barely able to speak.

She giggled in that perfect giggle of hers. “Deadly serious, hubby~ It’s an ancient form of pact-making. Two lovers, joined in the center of the circle, surrendering themselves to each other.”

It was official now.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Not one second longer.

With a growl of pure, unrestrained need, I spun Vex around, making her yelp in delighted surprise. It was a bright, giggling noise that left her tantalizing lips, sending a savage jolt straight through to my very core. Her wild, joyful laughter was music to my ears as her body practically vibrated with excitement under my hands.

She let me manhandle her with utter trust, her back now pressed to my chest. Her arms dangled loosely at her sides, giving me free rein — and she didn’t waste the opportunity to tease me even further. With a mischievous little hum, she began to move her hips up and down, grinding her perfectly round butt against my cock. Every sway and roll of her body pressed me harder against the soft, inviting curves of her backside, her movements shameless, playful, and utterly intoxicating.

My fingers, trembling with need, fumbled at the intricate laces of her corset. The enchanted leather clung stubbornly to her curves, making me curse under my breath as I worked with great desperation to free her from its clutches. Vex didn’t help one bit, continuing her grinding and playfully sighing in exaggerated impatience, clearly savoring every second of my desperation.

At last, I tore the garment open and let it fall to the ground.

She stood there before me, gloriously naked save for the thigh-high black stockings still clinging to her sexy legs. My gaze dropped, and my cock twitched painfully at the heavenly sight between her thighs.

Drenched.

Glossy wetness glistened along her inner thighs, proof that the inferno raging inside me was mirrored perfectly within her, despite her early teasing.

I once again groaned low in my throat as I flipped her around, wrapping my arms around her from behind, lining my cock against her slick, begging entrance. But before I could drive myself into her, she reached back with a playful slap to my hip and twisted herself out of my grasp.

“Ah-ah! Not so fast, hubby~” she purred, flashing me a wicked grin over her shoulder. Her crimson eyes glittered with mirth and lust.

Before I could protest, she turned to me and dropped to her knees. “First…” she said, her voice dripping honey and mischief, “let me inspect what I have to work with.”

I barely had time to tense before her hands were on me. She wrapped her slender fingers around my thick shaft, stroking it slowly with occasional little hums of appreciation or perhaps amusement. She tugged the skin back to reveal the flushed, leaking head, studying it like a prized treasure. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive slit, smearing the precum and making me groan through my teeth.

Vex tilted her head, utterly fascinated.

“The books don’t do it justice…. They definitely don’t.”

Before I could say something smug about comparing me to other men being a futile endeavor, she leaned in and sniffed me, like a curious kitten exploring something overly interesting.

I cursed inwardly, feeling my knees threaten to buckle.

And then her tongue flicked out in the form of a tentative, curious lick across the tip, tasting me like a chef sampling the ingredients she had to work with.