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Story Codes: Teen male/FEmale, Fantasy, Magic, Gamelit, Monster, Magic, Anal Sex

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After I finished fucking Kibir while she licked Sviesos’s pussy clean, I felt like I wanted to explore these powers more. I left my five monster girls panting on the bed, Lana Fulmine in the middle, and padded back to my vault where the Void Crystal waited hoovering up in the air.

The Soul appeared. She sat down atop of her crystal and smiled at me. “Well, you will need a large room to do some practicing before you go to town to buy some supplies.”

“Practicing?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

“With your magic. You only are at the lowest tier of magic, the Beginning Tier, but there are still things you can do with it. I know a few spells, and you might always discover more all on your own.”

“Okay,” I said. “How many tiers are there?”

“Four tiers. The more veins of magic you have flowing through your dungeon, the greater your power. You’ll need two to access the Intermediate Tier and four to get access to the Expert Tier.”

“And, let me guess, sixteen to get access to the Ultimate Tier?”

“I’m starting to wonder if you need me,” the motherly Soul said. She shook her head, a smile playing on her lips.

“Well, I still don’t know any spells.”

“True.” She smiled. “You need a large space. Your throne room should suffice. A nice, big room. You should start by making that.”

I grabbed the Void Crystal. “A throne room, huh? That’s a little prestigious.”

“Lord Leo, you’re a dungeon builder. You were brought to this world. Chosen.”

“By whom? For what?”

“I told you I don’t know.” She gave me a helpless look. “I would tell you! I would! Maybe you have to figure it out for yourself.”

I sighed and focused my awareness into the Void Crystal. A throne room… Maybe it would be fun to have one.

I suddenly was aware of all my monster girls. I smiled as I could feel what little I had built, aware of every nook and cranny. I focused on changing it. The nearest exit to the surface was to my left. That was west since I seemed to be facing north. I was in a mountain. I could sense it rising above me. I decided to expand east for now. I could loop the tunnels back to the exit when I was ready.

First, I created a doorway on the other side of my bedroom. I “drew” the floor plan for another room there, a little bigger one to be like a living room. I could put some furniture in there, couches or something, later. Then I attached a hallway to this new space that led off to the east. I went about thirty or so feet and put in another doorway.

Then I pondered about the throne room.

I settled on a space that was wide but then would narrow to a small plane. There I put the door. It was a big room, easily able to hold the other rooms of my dungeon. I put double doors at the entrance just to be ostentatious. Fancy ones for a little extra cost. I put a throne, carved of wood with a cushion to sit on. A raised dais lifted it above the room.

Then I sent out the power and made it real with my will.

The gem pulsed with its black light. It bathed over me, washing across my skin. I could feel the rocks changing, the new tunnels I created replacing the stone that had been there before. Doors popped into place.

“Ooh, I wonder where that door goes,” one of the will o’ wisps said from the other room.”

“My throne room,” I said and released the Void Crystal. “So, time to Hogwarts it up.”

The Soul blinked at me. “Is that a word? Hogwarts? What does it mean?”

“That I read too much when I was a kid.” I turned around and marched out of the room.

Lana and my will o’ wisps were sliding off the bed, all of them curious. I smiled at them as they fell in beside me. I opened the door onto the unfurnished living room. I crossed it to the other door. It opened into a corridor. It was a little tight. It was the size of a regular one, but we were underground. The lights in the wall helped, but I still felt all that mountain weight over me.

I swallowed my unease and headed down to my throne room.

The hallway ended at the doors. They were the same style as the others, wood. Nothing fancy. I could hear the patter of feet as Lana and the will o’ wisps followed. They murmured, their words echoing down the hallway. I smiled. They were adorable.

I opened the door onto the throne room. The dais with my throne stood before me. The large room spread out beyond. It almost made me forget we were underground with its size. Other than a few Doric columns, it was open. The door at the far end was more ornate. A double-set of doors that, currently, led nowhere. The floors, ceiling, and walls were the same stria of stone as the rest, though in some spots there was a mix of darker grays and brown through out; pockets of stone different from the cloud-gray that made up most of the mountain. I stepped up onto the dais and plopped my naked ass on the throne’s padded cushion.

“So, magic,” I said to the Soul. She wasn’t here, but I could feel her.

“Yes, yes, this is the perfect spot to practice it,” she spoke in my head. I could hear her voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. It was surreal experience. “The first thing you need to know is there are three types of magic.”

“Three. Got you.” I said, gripping the armrests of my throne.

“Three what?” Lana Fulmine asked. She hugged the back of my throne and peaked around, her silver face sparkling with curiosity. The will o’ wisps began crowding around my throne, kneeling on the sides and smiling up at me with such eager interest in eyes.

“Types of magic,” I said.

“Which are?” Lana Fulmine asked, her crackling wings fluttering.

“Yeah, which are, Soul?” I paused. I needed a nickname for the Soul. It was such an awkward thing to call her. Susan? Eww, no. She wasn’t Susan. Karen?

Definitely not a Karen.

“Magic is split into External, Internal, and Ritual categories. An external spell is prayed to the Lord of the element, the God who presides over it. It is magic that affects the world around you. They can often be offensive magic, but not always. Internal spells are prayed to the Lady of the element, the consort to the Lord. These spells only affect you. They are buffs or transformations. Things that enhance or protect you. The last category are Rituals. These create permanent effects or magic on very large scales. They take time to cast and are prayed to both the Lord and the Lady.”

I nodded. “That seems straight forward. Other than I have no idea who I’m supposed to pray to. I thought it was like arcane magic. This sounds more like divine magic. Miracles or something.”

“You’re not casting miracles. You are merely speaking incantations that are in some ways beseeching the gods. But the power comes from you. It’s drawn out of your connection to the Void Crystal. You have the words imprinted on your heart.”

“I do?” I glanced down at the glyph on my chest. The stylized S made of the three cuneiform markings. Was that important? Were they really cuneiform markings or was it just something that looked like them. I was in another world. Cuneiform was used by the Ancient Sumerians, right? Or was it the Babylonians? Maybe both? It was biblical times shit so way before me. “So, how do I cast spells?”

“I know of three spells in the Beginner Tier of the Lightning Element. Two External and one Internal.”

“All right,” I said, an eager excitement racing through me. I stood up, my will o’ wisps all staring at me with eager looks on their faces. Their white hair almost crackled with the static electricity coursing through their bodies. “How do I cast them? What do I have to say?”

“You must focus your mind on what you wish to happen as you cast them. You must guide the spell. You speak the Words, but the Will that shapes them is yours. Just as with this place. I am the Soul of the Words, but your imagination is still needed. Your mind, Lord Leo. The first spell is Lightning Spear. An offensive weapon that flies from you and strikes one enemy.”

I nodded, thinking about that. I stared out at the throne room then focused on a column. How to throw it out? I could feel my connection to the Void Crystal. This nebulous tether that tied us together. It flowed between us. A strong connection that tingled and pulsed. My fingers flexed as this anticipation flowed through me. My heart pounded faster and faster. The heat built and built in my body. I smiled, eager to unleash my power. I pictured a bolt of lightning flying from me and striking it. I could almost see it. My heart pounded. Blood rushed hot through my veins. I could almost hear words echoing through my ears.

“Okay, I feel the connection. I want to throw it.”

“Then speak the words written on your heart,” the Soul whispered. “Lord Leo, do you hear them? Their rhythm. They are there, waiting for you to speak them.”

I closed my eyes. I could almost hear them. What where they? The words were muffled. Indistinct. I furrowed my brow, feeling the weight of the words pressing down on me. My skin prickled. My harem of monster girls and my movie starlet all stared at me. What were those words?

“Focus. Do not be distracted.”

“Easy for you to say,” I muttered.

I breathed slowly. My fingers twitched. I could see the lightning bolt. Shape it, but what where those words? It was like trying to pick out a single conversation from a crowded room. My jaw clenched. Sweat broke out across my head. I focused on it. The words sharpened. My hands clenched, balling into tight fists. Fingernails bit into flesh.

“Lord Leo?” asked one of the will o’ wisps.

“Shhh,” another hushed. “He’s concentrating.”

“Trying to,” I muttered.

I kept standing there. I was starting to feel foolish. Embarrassed. My cheeks warmed. I was before my women and failing to hear these words. They were in there. Just waiting for me to unleash them upon the world. I just had to speak the damned things. They were screaming through my blood, pumping from my heart.

Come on. What are they? I want to fire a lightning bolt. Throw a spear made of electricity. Let me hear those words!

A crackle rippled across my skin. I shuddered as I felt the tingle of current. The words grew louder. More distinct. I gasped and focused on electricity. On the surge of energy. The crackling potential. The flashing light and then the discharge of electrons. The primal power of it. The strength that could melt sand and set trees alight.

Spark of lightning, crackle of electricity, let the wrath of Lord Enlil explode!

The words were so sharp. My arm raised. They flowed from my lips as I pictured the lightning bolt flying from my fingertip at the column. I cried out: “Spark of lightning, crackle of electricity, let the wrath of Lord Enlil explode!”

A bolt of white-blue lightning erupted from my fingertip. It seemed to strike the column at the same moment that it appeared, linking us for a moment. The snaking bolt twisted and writhed for a heartbeat. Sparks burst from the column and showered the gray floor. The bolt vanished, leaving an azure blur behind staining my vision.

“Leo!” Lana Fulmine breathed. Then my lightning sprite threw herself at me. She hugged me, pressing her round breasts into my back. She kissed my cheek. “Oh, Leo, that was amazing!”

“Lord Leo!” cheered the will o’ wisps. “Lord Leo!”

I grinned , euphoria sweeping through me. The scent of ozone, that melted plastic scent of burnt air, pervaded the room. I breathed it in, reveling in unleashing the power of Lightning. It brimmed in me. I had drawn on a bit of the Void Crystal’s reserves. A drop. Not much at all.

I pointed my finger at another column. “Spark of lightning, crackle of electricity, let the wrath of Lord Enlil explode!”

A sharp crack and flare of snaking light. Sparks burst from the column, a scorch mark left behind on the stone. Warmth washed over me. The air sizzled for a moment, alive with the electric current that I discharged.

“That’s it, Lord Leo,” cheered the Soul. She was so excited. Her enthusiasm rippled through me. She was so cute and wise all at the same time.

“Thanks, Souleen,” I said without thought.

“Souleen?” she asked. “Are you giving me a name?”

“Sure. Something wrong with it, Souleen?”

“N-no. I just… That’s…”

“Will shapes the Word, right. Well, I’m shaping you. You’re adorable. The world needs to know it.”

“Is she adorable?” asked Sviesos. The will o’ wisp stared at me with an inquisitive look.

“Yes, she is.”

“Of course she is,” Lana Fulmine said, hugging me tighter. “She’s my number-one fan’s Soul. And he likes adorable girls.”

“Yes, he does, Big Sis Lana,” Zaibas said.

“So, what’s the other External Spell?” I asked.

“Stunning Touch. It does what it sounds like. You touch something and… ZAP! Stunned. Useful for defending yourself or capturing a prisoner. It does put you in some danger. I don’t recommend it unless you’re sure you won’t get a sword through the heart. You can die just as easily here as in your world.”

I shivered. A sword through the heart? That sounded pretty bad. “It won’t hurt Lana or one of the will o’ wisps.”

“They are lightning. You could use any of the spells on them and it would do nothing but tickle them.” Souleen paused. “Why do you ask? You do not have to fear them. They serve you. Love you. They are yours, Lord Leo.”

“I know that,” I said and then turned. I grabbed Lana’s boob and imagined the sizzling, crackling forces of lightning to course out of me. The electric discharge of stunning energy. As I did, new words rose in my mind.

“Sizzling touch, the spark of pain, let the prowess of Lord Enlil stun!”

Sparks burst between us. Lana’s golden hair crackled with static energy. She shuddered, this almost orgasmic look blazing across her face. She whimpered, throaty and delicious. My dick twitched at the sound she made.

“Leo,” she moaned, swaying, her plump breast jiggling in my grip. “Oh, Leo, what was that. It was magical.” Then she burst into giggles. “Get it?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Ooh, ooh, give me the magic, Lord Leo,” Svyte moaned.

“No, no, I want it,” Kibir cried out, bouncing up and down. Her large tits heaved.

“Lord Leo!” whimpered Zaibas. She hugged me from behind, holding me tight. “You can practice on me.”

“On me, Lord Leo,” moaned Sviesos. “Just cup my pussy and say those words again.”

I grinned and did just that. I cupped her hairless twat, feeling her wet warmth. “Sizzling touch, the spark of pain, let the prowess of Lord Enlil stun!”

Her pussy gushed juices. She threw back her head and stumbled off the dais. She collapsed on the floor, spasming. Her large breasts heaved as she cried out in orgasmic delight. A smile burst across her face.

“Lord Leo!” she cried out. “Lord Leo! Lord Leo!”

“Damn,” I muttered, watching her tremble.

“Me! Me! Me!” the other three will o’ wisps said.

Well, I had to practice.

I cupped Zaibas’s and Kibir’s pussy at the same time. I focused on the electricity coursing into Zaibas’s cunt first. Just flowing out of my touch. I spoke the words. Sparks burst from her twat. She collapsed on her knees, screaming in rapture. Then I focused on my other hand, the words coming faster as I understood this magic better.

“Sizzling touch, the spark of pain, let the prowess of Lord Enlil stun!”

“Lord Leo!” shrieked Kibir as she stumbled to the side and fell on her hands and knees. Pussy cream gushed down her thighs.

Then I was cupping Lana’s pussy and Sviesos’s twats. They both were eager for it. I “stunned” Sviesos first, my will o’ wisp incapacitated by her screaming orgasm. Her voice echoed across the room. Lana joined her a moment later. She clung to me as she thrashed through her climax, her face buried in the nape of my neck. Lightning arched from her crackling wings. She spread them wide, holding me tight.

“Damn,” I muttered, a big smile spreading over my lips.

As the will o’ wisps and Lana Fulmine recovered from their orgasms, Souleen described the last spell to me. “Static Aura will surround you in a field of electricity that will protect you from attacks. It has its limits and the more it blocks, the faster it will fail. It’s an Internal Spell, so you can’t give this protection to others.”

I nodded and focused on encasing myself in static electricity. I remembered what it was like rubbing my feet across wool carpet while wearing socks or rubbing a rubber balloon on my arm. The way the hairs stood up. That tingle pervading across my skin. The words rose.

“Lightning crackle and hiss, gird me in the love of Lady Uttu!”

Every hair on my body stood up. The tingle raced around me. It was far, far more intense than building up a static discharge and having a balloon stick to my arm or reaching out to touch a metal door knob. I could feel the energy around me needing to leap from me. To strike a weapon or block a spell.

I smiled as I felt this new power rippling through me. Magic. I was a wizard. A shaper of reality. I sank down on my throne, my monster girls and Lana whimpering around me, and reveled in this power I had. This amazing.

I loved this place. I was going to enjoy my time here.

I created a simple tunnel to get out of the mountain. My hunger was growing. I needed to eat something. From the throne room, I imagined a tunnel that ran out about ten feet then went south until it cleared my throne room. I turned it west towards the nearest side of the mountain.

“Make a little cave. Something natural” whispered Souleen as I did. She floated on the Void Crystal before me as I worked. “Then deploy your will o’ wisps to guard your dungeon while you’re gone.”

I nodded and made a cave that broached the side of the mountain. The irregular terrain swept back about thirty feet then butted into a door. A stout one, made of metal that was locked. Only I had the key. Behind it, I formed a guard room. I pictured Sviesos and her sister will o’ wisps stationed there, ready to fight and protect my dungeon.

The black energy rippled out from me. It spilled through the air and shaped reality. I clutched tight to the crystal as it happened. I felt it burning bright. I smiled at that. I was so glad to shape things. To mold my dungeon and extend its reach even further.

“Oh, my, they’re gone,” Lana Fulmine gasped. “Sviesos? Zaibas.”

“They’re fine,” I said, my stomach rumbling. “Right, Souleen?”

“Of course, they’re fine,” she said. She giggled. “You wouldn’t hurt them. They are where you positioned them, ready to fight and protect your dungeon.”

“Okay.” I glanced at Lana. “We need clothing.”

I clutched at the Void Crystal. It could make all manner of things. I pictured a heavy robe made of gray for Lana to hide her outlandish appearance. Mostly. She would stand out in it, but she might not be seen as inhuman. She could fold her wings and, hopefully, not stand out. For myself, I went with a pair of heavy boots, wool pants, a shirt, and a vest. It all flashed into appearance on the floor at our feet.

Lana picked hers up, this look crossing her face. “This is for me to wear?” Disapproval dripped from her lips.

“Sorry,” I said, grabbing my new pants and pulling them on. They felt so different from modern clothing. The stitching was thick and it had no zipper or fastener, just lacings that I had to knot up. “I need to hide you. Unless you want to stay here.”

“What, no!” she gasped. “Who’s going to watch out for you?”

“I thought so,” I said. I knew I wanted the company. I had this magic, but this was a new world. It would be strange. Unusual. I wasn’t quite sure I knew where to go.

I laced up the pants and then pulled on the shirt. It felt baggy and had a V-neckline, the collar dangling loose. Over that, I pulled on the vest. The socks were knitted wool that stretched around my feet. They were thicker than I was used to wearing. I shoved my feet into the leather boots and laced them up. They felt comfortable. Like they were meant to fit my feet.

Well, I did make them for me.

Lana, still grimacing, pulled on her robe. Her wings folded around her body. It fit her thought was bulky, hiding her curves and her silver skin. She pulled up the hood, looking almost like a friar. But her face and hands were still so obvious.

“Try to keep your hands tucked into the sleeves of your robe,” I said. “And keep that hood drawn. Maybe no one will realize you have silver skin.”

“I could just embrace being a monster girl,” she said. “Strut in a stylish Loro Piana maxi dress.”

“Or a pair of booty shorts like Jane Dangerous wears?” I asked.

“I know you would love to see me in that,” Lana purred. “Mmm, my number-one fan would jizz all over those booty shorts before peeling them off my ass and sodomizing me hard and fast. Then I would cum so hard.”

My dick throbbed. It was so tempting, but my stomach growled.

“Maybe later,” I said, wanting to see her in the outfit of her most iconic role before I did just what she said. God, I could jerk off onto that peachy butt, coating those khaki booty shorts in my jizz before ripping them off and going to town on her ass. But I was getting hungrier by the minute.

I found the gold coins in my loot chest and tucked them into the vest’s inner pocket. It was why I went with it. I had heard that about visiting cities, especially as a tourist. Never keep your wallet in a back pocket of your pants. Make it somewhere hard to get at.

I liked the idea.

I felt the coins as I held out my arm to my robed Lana Fulmine. She took it with grace and we walked out of the Vault and through my bedroom. We passed into the empty living room, the hallway to the throne room, then the even longer hallway out to the surface. I had a great deal of space to play with.

To built a proper dungeon.

In my mind, I already was laying it out. Ideas popped into my mind about dead ends. Traps. Even baited treasure. Maybe put something nice for the heroes to find to think they had cleared it and leave without finding the heart of my dungeon. I pictured what video game makers did in RPGs.

Soon, we reached the guard room and the heavy door that led out. Sviesos and her fellow will o’ wisp sisters stood alert. They were naked, but they weren’t posing sexy. They took their role seriously. Their faces hard.

“They won’t get past us, Lord Leo,” Sviesos said with triumph ringing in her voice. Her bluish body glowed bright for a moment.

Zaibas, Kibir, and Svyte all nodded their agreement. They were ready to fight for me. I smiled at them, encouraged by their fervor. I drew out the key from around my neck. It was on a long chain of gold. It was a gleaming skeleton key. I thrust it into the metal door’s lock and twisted it. I pulled it inward, the hinges hardly even creaking.

Daylight spilled in from the mouth of the cave. Greenery beckoned beyond, the bright colors contrasting with the grays of the cave. The floor was uneven. Stalactites reared down from the ceiling, dripping with water. A pool lay in the corner, the water so clear it was almost invisible. After locking the door, Lana and I crossed the cave and stepped out into the daylight.

A grove of trees grew before us, half-screening the entrance to the cave. Thick brush grew around it, helping to disguise it more. We pushed through it and found a meadow that stretched down the slope. A valley lay beyond, the land cultivated. I could see farms growing crops in rows. Smoke rose from the center. That must be the village.

It didn’t look far. I was wrong.

It took a few hours to walk there. My stomach grew emptier and emptier as we descended the mountainside. At the far end of the meadow we found a trail, perhaps a woodcutter’s trail, that led down the mountain. Lana and I descended it, the sun rising. It looked like we’d set out in mid-morning. Nine or ten o’clock. The path wound us down the forested slopes for an hour, a gleam of sweat crossing my face.

Then it widened out into the farmland, and we found a proper road. It was made of dirt and rutted by wagon tracks, but it led us towards that village we spotted. We passed farms, the men working the fields in dirt smeared clothing. They were ripping up weeds, throwing them on squares of burlap with handles on opposite corners. They glanced at us, giving us suspicious looks, before they returned to their weeding. Livestock was penned around the farmsteads, often built on little rises. Buildings made of wooden frames with white painted walls stood in between, the roofs covered in golden straw. When I saw a woman, she was around the farmhouse, wearing a dress with a kerchief over her head.

I thought the farmlands meant we were close to the village, which I learned from a passing farmer was called Astovin, but it was still past noon before we arrived. My feet ached already and sweat gleamed on my brow. The day was warm.

The farmland gave way to more crowded buildings. They were larger here, with second floors a foot or two wider than their first ones. They were built with the same frames of wooden beam style construction with something like adobe making up the walls in between. They had windows, but no glass in them, just open curtains and storm shutters on the outside. The people wore clothing not dissimilar to mine. They glanced at us as we entered. Women in yards looked up from hanging laundry. Men lugging heavy sacks through the street frowned at us.

In the center of the village was a large field that had a collection of grown cows and cheep grazing on it. There were a few men watching over them. Ringing it where buildings. I hoped one of them would sell food.

Just as I was about to ask one of the people, a slender man in finer clothing than the others stepped up onto a stump. He stood before the largest building, a sign with a loaf of bread and a mug of beer over the door. An inn or tavern, I supposed. The man wore black clothing with a bit of lace at the cuff and neck. His pants were tighter and the tips of his shoes curled upward into points.

“The diviners of Lord Shorvin have felt a disturbance in the River of Mana,” the man declared. “This morning, a Dungeon has appeared in the district.”

Gaps echoed from the people around us. Men shook their heads and glowered. Women looked about to faint, pulling small children to them and hugging them tight. Whispers echoed around the townspeople.

“Adventures are needed to scout the area,” he declared. “Lord Shorvin’s Bounty is offered again. Perhaps this Dungeon can be successfully dealt with before the power grows too great.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. If people started glancing at us and Lana’s outlandish garb.

“You, good adventurer!” the carrier said, pointing out in our direction.

My skin prickled. I looked around, fearing the adventurer was right behind me. But I just saw townsfolk staring at not me but Lana. Then I realized what was going on. They thought she was some sort of adventurer.

“A priestess, yes?” the crier gasped. “I hope that you quickly form your party and dispatch the villains who lurk in the vicinity. The Dungeon and its foul Builder must fall before they spread darkness through the District.”

People nodded. They shook heads and cheered on the priestess. Lana, the consummate actress, drank it in. She kept her mysterious hood drawn low and her hands folded in her robe. I was all but ignored by her.

“You’re going to stop the evil dungeon builder?” a woman called.

Lana glanced at me for a moment. I nodded, not sure what to do.

“Of course,” she said. “I have been called here by Lord Enlil and Lady Uttu.”

My heart lurched. Those were who I called upon to use my magic. Was that bad? Were the Lord and Lady of Lightning respected here. My heart pulsed with the words. I could start casting magic if I had to. I didn’t want to. I was so hungry.

But the townsfolk seemed even more impressed by that.

This was my chance to buy supplies while she had everyone distracted. I could tell she was loving it. Nearly every actor and actress was an attention whore. Sure there were probably exceptions, but for the most part they were people who had grown accustomed to have an audience that reveled in them. That showered them in love and praise.

Lana Fulmine was definitely not an exception to that.

“Is that why your skin is silver?” I heard a woman ask. “Did Lady Uttu bless you.”

“Of course,” Lana said. “How else can I defend myself against the dark machinations of the evil builder. He must be a knave. The sort of man who wants to jerk off on the ass of a woman in booty shorts.”

“Booty shorts,” a woman gasped. “How horrible. Is that a torture device?”

“Sometimes,” Lana said, amusement in her voice.

I left her to her fun and started poking around. I found not one store that sold items, but various farmers set up on the far end of the village green. They sold a variety of products. I needed a way to get my supplies back to the dungeon, so I purchased a donkey and a cart. For meat, my choices were salted beef and salted pork. There was none being sold fresh, not that I knew how I would keep it cool if they did. Nor was I used to having meat come in huge hunks, the sides of the animals just sold. Not cut into parts.

I packed them into the cart. From another farmer, I bought a bushel of apples, a barrel full of the light red fruit. They were smaller. From other farmers, I brought carrots and potatoes. Good root vegetables that could keep for a bit. I stacked them into the cart. Spices were lacking. They had salt and garlic cloves. That was it.

Last, I brought sacks of grain. I didn’t know what I could make with the grain, bread I supposed, but they were better than nothing. I stacked it all on the cart. From one farmer, I did buy a meat pie. It was like a stew backed in a loaf of bread.

I devoured it.

“My thanks,” I groaned.

“Sure, sure,” he said, staring at me. “You from around here.”

“Passing through,” I said. “I have business at Lord Shorvin and then I’m off.”

“To Myrecilla?” the man asked.

“Right. Myrecilla,” I said. “That’s where my business will take me. Need to eat.”

“That’s quite a bit of food.” He glanced at the cart.

“Oh, well, I have companions. They’re waiting for me to gather the supplies, you know.”

“Be careful.” The man looked around. “There’s a dungeon off towards Myrecilla. A terrible man occupies it. He’s got Life and Water magic, and he uses it in terrible ways. None of the adventurers have cracked it. Not that many come out here. Too far from Myrecilla.” He stared at me. “You tell ’em in Myrecilla we got two dungeons out here now. Two. That’ll be bad. We can’t have that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. Another dungeon around here? Did I need to worry about it? “You know anything about this new dungeon?”

“New one?” the man asked.

“Yeah, the crier said a dungeon opened this morning.”

The farmer spat. “Hadn’t heard about it. There’s a dungeon off to the west of here. A week or so old. Has an adventure tried to attack it? Nope. Going to get powerful, and who will suffer? Us.”

My brow furrowed. Why would they have to suffer? Why did Dungeon Builders have to have this terrible reputation? Just because they disrupted magic by building their dungeons in an area? Or was there more to it?

Would I be feared by these people? They were calling for adventurers to come attack me, but it seemed like not many came out here. But there were two rival dungeons in the area. Souleen mentioned they would try to attack me, too.

They would want my Glyph.

I wanted to collect Lana and get out of here.

I led the donkey pulling the cart through the village. Lana was up on the criers stump, her hood thrown back, basking in the adoration of the crowd. I shook my head and waved my arm. She caught my gaze and nodded.

“Now, I have to go,” she said as I led the cart past the crowd and down the road we came on. “I have to go and find my adventuring party. I can’t do it alone. But know that Lana Fulmine shall unleash the power of the Lord and Lady of Lightning on the villains who prey upon your village. You shall all be safe.”

The crowd cheered for her. They clapped and hollered. I glanced back to see her blowing kisses at them, her golden hair crackling with the “electric blessing of the Lord and Lady of Lightning.” She was a charmer. Always had been. She exuded that charisma that let her be a leading lady in Hollywood.

I smiled and kept walking, humming to myself. She would catch up. The donkey cart didn’t go fast. I grabbed an apple out of the back and bit into it. The crunch echoed through the air. I chewed on the sweet fruit, savoring the taste while leading along the braying donkey.

I always heard they were stubborn animals, but he had not a problem pulling his cart. His ears were thrust. He looked alert as he plodded down the rode beside me. We passed out into the fields, the farmers hardly pausing in their work. They were still weeding.

“Oh, that was exhilarating,” Lana Fulmine purred when she caught up an hour later. The mountain where my dungeon lay loomed before me. It was east of the village, the sun moving behind us. “Did you see how they loved me?”

“I saw,” I said. “So you’re going to protect them from all the villains?”

“It just felt so right to say,” she said. She glanced at me, a big grin on her face. “I mean, they wanted it. They were so happy to hear me speak those words. Oh, they showered me in love, Leo. Just bathed me in it.”

“Uh-huh,” I said.

“Oh, you’re not jealous, are you?” She took my arm and pressed close. She had her hood down, her golden hair swinging about her face. Occasional arcs of electricity zapped from strand to strand. “You’re always my number-one fan. No one can love me more than you do. You brought me here. You remade me into a lighting sprite. You gave me something new to do. Something amazing. Protecting you.”

“I’m one of those villains,” I pointed out. “That town crier was talking about forming an adventuring party to come attack me.”

“Well, true,” Lana Fulmine said. “But you’re not a villain. They just don’t know you. You don’t sound like this evil man to the south. He attacks travelers. Whole farms have been abandoned. He even destroyed a village with oozes and satyrs. Jindag sounds like a horrible man. Not like you. You wouldn’t send your will o’ wisps to attack the village, would you?”

“Of course not,” I said. “Why would anyone?”

“Because there are bad people in this world. People who don’t care about others. It’s terrible. Just a horrible thing, but you’re not like that. I know you’re not, Leo. You’re a good man.”

I smiled at her. “Thank you, Lana. It’s good to hear that.”

“Of course it’s good to hear that.” She smiled at me. “So, want to make those booty shorts and then jizz all over my ass in them?”

“You are a wicked woman,” I groaned, my dick throbbing. “We still have two hours to walk before we get back to the dungeon.”

“But if you plunder my ass, then you don’t need to plunder villages,” Lana Fulmine said. “See, I’m protecting them from your villainous and lecherous hungers.”

Despite my worry for adventurers and other dungeon builders, I threw back my head and laughed. Lana Fulmine was a delicious companion. I was glad I brought her to this world and made her all mine.

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“Jane Dangerous!” Leo groaned.

A shiver ran through Lana Fulmine as she wore the tight booty shorts. He had managed to make them. They weren’t made of khaki, but linen. They still felt wonderful on the actress’s body. Her wings fluttered in delight as she knelt on the bed and wiggled her hips.

The food was stored in their new kitchen that Leo had made with his wondrous powers. She didn’t need to eat. She just needed his cum.

She wiggled her ass, feeling the cloth hugging her butt-cheeks. The fabric squeezed about her rump. Leo knelt behind her, jerking off his cock. Her round breasts jiggled, dangling free. She wore only the shorts.

“You think your vile lusts will pervert me,” Lana whimpered. “Ooh, you are so wrong, Baron Doom!”

“I know it will,” Leo said, his voice sounding almost maniacal. “Once you are splashed in my cum, you will be begging to be my anal whore.”

“Never!” Lana tossed her hair, her golden locks flying about her face. “I will never succumb and be your anal whore, Baron Doom. No matter how big and thick and long your cock is.”

“I can hear the slut in your voice!” Leo fisted his cock faster. “It’s begging to burst out of you, Jane Dangerous.”

“You’re wrong!” she gasped. “I’m a good girl. Pure of heart.”

“Then why is your pussy soaking through those shorts?” Leo cupped her crotch, his finger rubbing at the seam pressed against her hairless twat. “Yes, you’re dripping wet, Jane Dangerous!”

“I can’t be!” she moaned. “Oh, why are you so sexy, Baron Doom.” She shuddered, loving the game. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter. “You will never get me to submit. No matter how much you rub my pussy.”

He pulled his hand away.

“Wait!” Lana moaned.

“Wait, what?” Leo growled.

“If you don’t… If you don’t keep groping me, then I can’t keep denying you,” whimpered Lana, her pussy on fire. Leo’s hand felt amazing.

He cupped her pussy again. “You are a slut, Jane Dangerous.”

“I’m not! I’ll never be your anal whore.”

He rubbed harder at her. Then he grunted. “You are mine!”

Hot cum splashed on her rump. She felt the impact through the thin linen. His jizz soaked through and coated her ass. She groaned at the feel of his hot seed bleeding through the fabric. She whimpered, her hips wiggling in delight, her pussy rubbing into his hand.

Leo grunted as more and more of his cum splashed on her rump. She moaned, some of the jizz trickling into her butt-crack. She threw back her head, her pussy on fire. His finger pressed the cloth into her plump vulva. Her clit throbbed.

“Baron Doom!” she gasped. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making you into my anal slut,” he growled, firing the last of his cum on her ass. “You want my dick in you, don’t you?”

“I…” She swallowed, shuddering. “I do. I can’t help it. You’re right, I’m such a slut. I’m tired of being pure. I want to be your whore. Fuck my ass, Baron Doom! Make me yours!”

“Finally!” Leo burst into Baron Doom’s signature cackle.

A shiver ran through Lana Fulmine. She was taken back to the set when she’d first heard the actor, Carl Weathering, making those cackles. It had made her want to stand up to him, but when Leo did it, the kinkiness of surrendering to her archenemy rushed through Lana.

Jane Dangerous was about to be fucked hard by Baron Doom.

Leo slid his hands around and unlaced her booty shorts. He ripped them off her silvery ass. Her plump butt-cheeks gleamed with the white stains of his cum that had soaked through. The tart aroma of her pussy spread through the air, catching in her own nose.

Leo’s cock pressed into her pussy. Just a few inches. She groaned, clenching down on him. She knew why, but she didn’t need him to do that. She was ready to take him in all her holes whenever he wanted.

He is my number-one fan, she thought. “Baron Doom, fuck my ass. Just ram that big dick into me. I need it.”

“Yes, you do, my little anal slut.” His cock popped out of her pussy and slid up to her taint. “You are mine, Jane Dangerous.”

“Yours!” She quivered as his cock pressed on her asshole. “Fuck me hard, Baron Doom. Take my ass and make me yours!”

“Yes!”

With a hard thrust, Leo rammed his cock into her bowels. Her anal sheath surrendered to his dick. She groaned as he slid into her. That wonderful shaft penetrated her bowels. Her breasts swayed beneath her as his cock slid deeper and deeper into her asshole. She groaned, her fingers clenching at the bedspread.

His cock slid into her anal depths. Her bowels welcomed him with velvety delight. The heat melted down to her cunt. Her asshole drank in the velvety friction. She reveled in every second of it. The heat rushed through her body and ended at her juicy pussy.

She groaned, clenching down on him. The pleasure rushed through her body. She savored every second of it. The heat was excellent. She groaned, her pussy drinking in the pleasure. His balls rested against her taint. His wiry bush rubbed on her bowels. He was in her all the way.

“Jane Dangerous,” he growled, grabbing her hips. “I’m never letting go of you.”

“Yes!” she moaned in delight. Her bowels clamped down hard on his dick. “I don’t want you to. I’m yours, Baron Doom.”

Yours, Leo, echoed through her mind.

With a growl, he drew back. Her bowels clung to his dick, the velvety friction melting through her body. She shuddered, savoring every second of it. The heat blazed in her asshole and soaked through her pussy. Cream ran down her thighs.

Her wings flapped as he plunged back into her. A hard thrust that buried his dick all the way into her. she groaned, loving it. She clamped her bowels down around him. She savored that wonderful cock plowing into her hard and fast.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Leo groaned. “Jane Dangerous! My slut!”

“Your anal whore!” she moaned, her voice throaty.

She rocked back into his thrusts. Her butt-cheeks smacked into him. The sound echoed through the room. It rippled around. She groaned, squeezing about him. The heat rushed through her body. The pleasure built and built with his every thrust.

He grunted as their flesh smacked together. His dick reamed her asshole out again and again. She moaned, clenching down on him. She whimpered, loving his dick slamming into her bowels. Her anal sheath gripped his dick, her hair tossing back and forth. The pleasure of this moment built and built in her. She groaned, clamping down on him.

“Baron Doom!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, you’re corrupting my pure heart. I’m your whore!”

“Always!” he growled. “Always mine. You’re going to do every filthy thing I want, Jane Dangerous.”

“Yes!”

The ecstasy swelled in her. She came closer and closer to exploding. She would have such a huge orgasm. Just a mighty burst of pleasure that would erupted in her. She was so eager for it. Just so ready to feel her orgasm spill through her.

It swelled faster and faster with his powerful strokes. He buried his cock to the hilt in her bowels. Her asshole reveled in being fully plundered by his shaft. The pleasure rushed over her. It spilled heat through her body. She groaned, clamping down her anal sheath on his dick. She held him tight as she buried into him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s good. That’s amazing. Make me cum. Make me explode, Baron Doom! Make me cum like a whore on your big dick!”

His hands slid up her body and grabbed her round tits. He gripped them hard. Her wings flapped from the delight. Lightning arced from the strands of golden hair dangling around her face. He buried deep into her bowels, the velvety heat swelling in her.

Her bowels clamped down on his dick. The heat melted down to her cunt. She gasped at how wonderful he felt in her. She threw back her head. Her eyes squeezed shut. Then she cried out in ecstasy. Her orgasm burst through her.

“Leo!” she cried out, forgetting the roleplay in the tsunami of hot rapture that swept through her body. “Leo! I love you, Leo!”

“Lana Fulmine!” he growled, burying into her spasming bowels. He fucked her hard and fast. He plowed into her over and over again. “My sweet and delicious Lana Fulmine. Jane Dangerous! Yes!”

His cum erupted into her convulsing asshole.

She gasped. As the hot waves of ecstasy crashed into her mind, his jizz flooded her bowels. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum flooded her. He filled her up with his seed. Her asshole convulsed around him, working out all that spunk from his balls.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her orgasm carrying her higher and higher. Every spurt of his cum into her bowels lifted her to greater heights of ecstasy. “I love you, Leo!”

Her number-one fan squeezed her tits. “Love you, Lana Fulmine!”

She hung at the pinnacle of her orgasm, her bowels writhing around his dick. She milked out every last drop of his cum. She worked it all out of his dick. She quivered there, her body shuddering. Her round breasts jiggled in his grip.

“Damn,” he groaned.

She smiled. So glad to be his. She would fight at his side against adventurers and other dungeon builders. None would get to him without going through her first. She smiled, loving that idea. A hot shiver rippled through her body.

She would serve Leo with her body, mind, and spirit.

To be continued…

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