Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Vex moaned into the kiss, releasing a deep, pleased sound of agreement to Aurora’s words, evidencing that despite the way in which her lips clung to Quinlan’s like she was trying to permanently fuse their souls, she was listening.

Her voice echoed across their minds a moment later, sultry and playful as ever, though delivered via the eerie clarity of the [Master’s Link] spell, given to all his [Subjugated] people, who now counted Vex the Hexblade in its ranks.

<Test test~ Can my sisters and future sisters hear me?>

The girls flinched involuntarily as her voice entered their minds.

<Cool! What an amazing spell this is! Now I no longer have to keep that damned communication artifact on me.>

<What about accepting the calls of other Consortium members...? You’re a Veil Walker, Vex, with a ton of responsibilities on your shoulders.> Ayame said, but found herself thoroughly ignored because Vex revealed quite the shocker.

<I’m level 63, stats just a tiny bit higher than my precious hubby’s who is busy kneading my butt as if he expects it to turn into a tasty cake thanks to his diligent efforts~>

There was a pause, just long enough for her to swirl her tongue around Quinlan’s as their kiss never ceased for a single moment.

<So using me as the measurement stick... that’d put our smug primordial lover somewhere around level 56, give or take.>

"..." None of the girls could offer a proper response to the revelation of Quinlan’s strongest woman.

"By the way, you’re all staring at the base form only..." Quinlan spoke up all of a sudden, eyes glinting with nothing but mischief. "Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m just a base-form nobody any longer."