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The knife hacked for my throat.

My training paid off. I ducked beneath it and darted to the right. The pain in my back throbbed. He’d punched his dagger through my body. Blood soaked my robe. I grabbed my throne to steady myself.

The rogue grinned at me. He had this look of satisfaction on his face as he advanced on me, my blood dripping from the dagger. I had to regain control of this situation. I had to somehow talk to these adventurers.

“Wait!” I shouted. “We don’t have to fight.”

His smile grew. “Do you think we’ll be merciful? To one of your foul ilk? Butchers of villages! Pillagers of cities! Leechers of mana! You and your dungeons are all blights upon this world! No matter how long it takes, we shall cleanse you all!”

The anger. The vitriol slapped me. How could I overcome this and make peace? I needed a new plan. I needed to get one of them alone. Talk to them. Convince them that I wasn’t a threat. I had to do something about the others.

The rogue rushed in, knife slashing.

I used the cut haft of my spear to knock it aside as I chanted, “Darkness hides and shadows conceal, let the curse of Lord Zuen fall!”

The shadowy magic rushed out of me and splashed across his face. He gasped and stumbled away. His knife slashed wildly before him. I retreated, the pain in my back throbbing worse and worse. It rushed up my body.

“Milies!” the rogue shouted. “I need a dispel! Milies!”

I glanced over at the cleric and…

He was masturbating?

He stared at my sister and jerked off his cock through his robe. He drooled at her as she preened and posed, wiggling her rump at him, her tail swishing back and forth. She giggled in this playful manner, completely oblivious to the fighting going on.

She had him distracted, though.

Usiku and the female fighter clashed swords. I glanced at her. I had to capture one of them. I think I could hold one. The fighter. Then I could figure out how to win her to my side. If I just showed her I wasn’t evil, that I was a good person, then this would work.

I rushed around the throne, gritting my teeth against the pain. It throbbed up my back. Blood soaked my robes. The sodden mess clung to me. The thief had hit me in a vital spot. I glanced at Lana. She wasn’t moving. I swallowed. I could revive her. I could bring her back. Her soul was tied to the Void Crystal and the glyph on my chest.

Usiku’s naked breasts heaved as she fought back the warrior. The woman was skilled, putting my fomorian on the defense. Usiku barely kept that buzzing blade from finding her flesh. I moved up behind them.

“Sizzling touch, the spark of pain, let the prowess of Lord Enlil stun!” I chanted and rushed in, thrusting my hand out before me.

She whirled around and swung her sword at me. The buzzing blade rushed down at me.

“Lord Leo!” Usiku cried and threw herself at the warrior.

Usiku’s dark-purple hand grabbed the warrior’s wrist, pulling her sword stroke short moments before it cut into my face. My hand planted on the fighter’s tits a fraction of a second later. Sparks flared around my fingers.

The woman didn’t make a sound. She just collapsed, every muscle in her body going limp. Her wrist ripped out of Usiku’s grip. The enemy lay in a stunned heap on the ground, her arms limp. I sucked in deep breaths.

A shout roared from the right. The rogue stumbled at us, thrusting his weapon wildly before him. Usiku side-stepped his blow and smacked her hand into his face. He staggered back, blood streaming from his nose.

“Shall I dispatch him, Lord Leo?” asked Usiku.

“No!” I roared. “We need to get them out of here. Alive.”

“Let me do that, big bro,” Garnet said. She skipped over to the rogue like we were on the playground. The cleric groaned and stumbled after her, still working at his cock beneath his robe, staring at her with lust in his eyes. “Just a little bit of this…”

She threw her fingers forward and splashed shadows across the rogue’s face. Then she giggled. A girlish, seductive sound. The rogue whirled his head around, staring in her general direction. He groaned.

“Yes, yes, you know you want me, big boy,” she cooed. “Mmm, you want to touch my nubile body. My sexy tits. My cute rump.”

“Yes,” groaned the cleric.

“Harlot,” moaned the rogue. “Your voice… That siren voice… No… No… I can’t…”

“Mmm, you want me. You want me so much. Just drop that dagger and follow my voice. I’ll give you such a treat.”

The rogue did that. He dropped his weapon, under the control of my little sister’s succubus charm. Both of the men were. She led them across the room, giggling and chortling. They passed through the open door.

“Lord Leo?” asked Usiku. She came up behind me and pressed her hand into the wound. “This is bad.”

“And I can’t heal until they’re out of the dungeon and…” I stared down at the stunned woman. “Great. I can’t do anything with her in here. This won’t work at all.”

“Won’t work?” asked Usiku as she pressed harder on my wound.

I groaned against the pain.

“She’s a foreign soul. I can’t change the dungeon when it’s under attack.” Right, Souleen? I sent.

Yes, you can’t affect it when there’s a conscious soul in your dungeon, she said.

So no way to take prisoners, huh? Then I frowned. You said conscious soul. You mentioned that last time, didn’t you?

Yes, their conscious awareness locks reality, she said. The only other way to change things if they’re not bound to the soul is if you have them imprisoned. But you need to be able to affect things to make a cell.

Unless they’re unconscious, I said staring down at the warrior. She can’t resist reality changes because her will is suppressed.

That’s true, Souleen said. I thought that was implied when I said conscious soul during my explanation.

Went right over my head. I glanced at Lana’s body. Is Lana’s soul in there with you?

She’s sleeping and dreaming of you, Souleen answered, her words gentle and motherly. She is in no pain. Do not worry.

I sighed. It was only myself I had to really worry about.

I glanced at the map, the pain growing inside of me. The knife wound was deep. It bled out my life. Usiku kept her hand pressed on it while I leaned on her. Garnet led the two enemies out of the dungeon. It took forever.

“Vault,” I muttered to Usiku. “They’re almost out. Need to get there… Before…”

“I have you, Lord Leo,” she said. “If we just killed them…”

“More would come,” I said, clutching to her and stumbling. My feet felt so cold. My fingers numb. If I hadn’t strengthened my body, I probably would have collapsed. The pain twisted through me. “Eventually, we’ll lose. It’s… just the odds… Better to keep from being invaded. Best way to protect… you… The others…”

“Don’t be concerned about us,” Usiku said. “You’re the one who really matters. We all die with you.”

“Unless another dungeon builder kills me.” I glanced at her. “You loved Mthunzi. Now you love me.”

“You’re my owner,” she said. “Of course, I love you.”

“Garnet will love the builder who kills me,” I whispered.

“She loved you before she came here,” Usiku said. “I know that. We’ve talked.”

“Lana didn’t.”

“She had never met you.” Usiku paused. “You’re someone worth loving, Lord Leo. Mthunzi… I did love him, but he wasn’t a good man. He was cruel. He delighted in his power. It went to his head. He came here to take your lightning from you so he could be stronger. You wouldn’t do that. I’d rather be yours than his.”

“You’re not just saying that because I’m bleeding to death?”

“No.” Her hand tightened on me. “I’m really not. You are someone worth loving, Leo. Lana recognizes that. So does Garnet. And all your monster girls, too. Your will o’ wisps and wildhounds adore you. Worship you. They know you care for them. They know they aren’t just things you’ll throw away needlessly and replace when you get better monster girls.”

“Thanks,” I said as we stumbled through the bedroom. The Void Crystal was just ahead. Through the door. “Garnet, are they out of the dungeon yet.”

“Just about,” my sister sent back. “They’re so pathetic. Just drooling over me. It’s hot. They have small dicks. I’ll send them off stumbling into the woods naked. No gear or anything. They’ll have to start over from scratch when my charm wears off.”

“Good,” I grunted. They would come for the warrior woman.

Usiku opened the door with her free hand. The Void Crystal hummed away, drinking in the mana. Would it really drain this world and leave it a husk? Was I slowly killing off this planet or something by being here?

“Lord Leo,” Souleen said. She rose from the gem and floated in the air. “You’re hurt! Oh, grab the Void Crystal. Hurry.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, my word slurring. I gripped the gem with numb fingers. I could barely feel its faceted surfaces.

“Okay, they’re out, big bro,” Garnet said. “Off to stumble naked in the woods. Poor trees. I just know they’re going to molest them.”

“Good,” I growled and grabbed the crystal. I concentrated.

Halia Vorbia had always known she wanted to be a fighter. To be one of the brave adventurers who went out and fought the dungeon builders. She had grown up hearing about her father. He had killed two dungeon builders before vanishing in the labyrinth of the most feared one of them all.

The Black Flame of Nyias. The Razer of Kelias

She had grown up in Astovin, training every day. While other girls were learning to sew or cook, she was swinging a wooden sword, a memento from her father. He had carved it the day she was born, certain she would be as strong as him.

She wished she knew her father.

She had explored through Mthunzi’s Dark Dungeon, killing many of his wildhounds before being driven out. She wanted to kill him, but he had died before she could. But she had gained experience in his dungeon. Grown stronger.

Found her sword.

A blessed blade, enchanted with magic to be unbreakable, to cut through normal weapons. She teamed up with Norso, a rogue, and Milies, a priest of Sherida, Goddess of Light. Together, they had tracked down the newest dungeon that had appeared near Astovin.

And found it deserted. No enemies, just trapped.

It baffled her. Walking through the dark corridors, searching, exploring, looking for the dungeon builder. For any sign that he was here. She started to fear that he had already died. That they were wasting time.

Then they met him and… and…

Halia groaned awake. She ached everywhere. Her joints ground together. Her face contorted against the pain. She groaned, chains rattling. She blinked as she opened her eyes and felt melt around her wrists. Her arms were thrust over her head. Her feet were held apart. A stone wall was against her back.

“She’s coming awake, big bro,” a sensual yet girlish voice purred. “Ooh, ooh, she’s got such big boobies. You should have stripped her naked.”

“What?” a man gasped. “That’s going too far. She’s manacled. Not a threat. She can keep her armor. It’s not like we’re going to fight again.”

What happened? Halia thought. She blinked, her vision still blurry. It was dark in the room. I was fighting with the fomorian when… when…

“No, no strip her naked so we could see her tits!” the girlish voice said.

“She deserves to have her modesty,” another female voice said.

“I agree with Usiku,” a third woman added. She had a melodic voice. “She’s our prisoner, not some sex slave.”

“Ooh, that would be fun,” the first girl said. “Kweh, heh, heh, you could tie me up, big bro, and ravish me. Or you could have fun with her and those big tits.”

“Usiku and the will o’ wisps have all the big tits I need,” the man said.

That voice… thought Halia. That’s the dungeon builder’s voice. The dark king who rules here. He’s captured me!

Panic surged through Halia. She bucked against the chains, her breasts heaving in her armor. The iron links rattled above her. They clinked with the strength to hold her. The surge of fearful energy washed away the last of the fuzziness from her thoughts. Her vision sharpened on the four figures in the room.

The dungeon builder stood in the middle of the monster girls. He wore a robe of gray, trying to pass himself off as a mage, and he was young. Sixteen or so. Her own age. He had black hair and dark eyes. They considered her with malevolence. She could feel his foul designs spilling over her body.

The three monster girls were all different. The fomorian had her arms folded beneath her breasts and stood off to the side. Dark-purple skin and blue hair. The shadows seemed to drip from her fingers, capable of forming a weapon at a moment’s notice. The next was an older woman, late twenties, but gorgeous. Her skin was silver bright and her hair gold. Lightning flickered between the strands while wings of electricity rose behind her. A lightning sprite.

“It’ll be fun to strip her naked and play with her breasts, big bro!” the succubus said.

She was petite and had a playfulness that spilled across her wicked face. Black hair, gathered in two pigtails, trailed down around her face. Dark horns peeked out. A devil’s tail swished behind her, leathery wings flapping. She wore thigh-high boots and nothing else.

“No,” he said. “Jesus, Garnet, we’re not going to molest her.”

The succubus puffed out her cheeks with a look of annoyance. “Fine. Fine. She’s just sexy. Ooh, but she’s angry.”

“You’re awake,” the dungeon builder said, sounding relieved. Halia knew it for the lie. “Good, good. I just want to talk.”

“Talk?” she hissed. “Just get it over with!”

His brow furrowed. “Get what over with?”

“The torture!” Halia lifted her head in defiance. “You will learn no secrets from me.”

The dungeon builder groaned. “We’re not going to torture you.”

“Or, apparently, play with your big boobies,” muttered the succubus.

“Definitely not that,” he said. He stepped forward, putting on a friendly smile. “I’m Leo. Leo Baldwin. You are, well…”

“Your prisoner!”

He flinched. “Well, you tried to stab me.” He gave her a helpless look. “I just wanted to talk. To figure out why you and your friend were attacking me.”

“Because you’re evil!” The rage burst through Halia. The fury. Her arms shook the chains. “You’re foul and loathsome. Disgusting!”

“I’m evil?” He looked shocked. “Me? I’ve never done anything aggressive. I’ve only defended my dungeon.”

“You’re around monsters! A foul and whorish succubus who preys on men’s souls. She devours their eternal essence and condemns them to suffer!”

“Kweh, heh, heh!” the succubus chortled, a fake and annoying sound.

“She’s my little sister. She doesn’t hurt people. She doesn’t eat souls.” He glanced at her. “Right, Garnet?”

“Right,” she said. “All I eat is my big brother’s semen. And pussy juices.”

She advanced on Halia, tail swishing. The warrior prepared herself for the pain. For the lash and the whip. Succubus could from those out of shadows and use them to revel in their sadistic and twisted pleasures.

I won’t scream in pain! Halia thought, refusing to give the succubus any satisfaction what so ever. I won’t submit to anything you do to me.

“I don’t hurt anyone,” the succubus said as she pressed her naked body against Halia’s bound form. Scarlet eyes fluttered. The demonette ground a hot, wet pussy on Halia’s thigh. “Unless you want me to hurt you. I can make it feel so—”

Halia spat in the succubus’s face.

The spittle landed right on Garnet’s lips. Her tongue flicked out. “Mmm, you have such sweet spit. Want to taste mine. We can kiss.”

The succubus leaned in, her lips wet and pink. Panic surged through Halia. Succubi worked their wiles on men, not women, but… What if the legends were wrong. She couldn’t afford to be charmed by her and wrenched her head away.

“Garnet,” said Leo, “no molesting.”

“I’m not molesting her, big bro,” Garnet said, looking at him. “I’m just… getting to know her.”

“Same thing,” he barked. “Stop it.”

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Garnet pried herself away from the prisoner. I shook my head at my little sister. She just gave me this big grin and sauntered to me. She still had some of the warrior’s spittle on her lips. Garnet threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.

She thrust her tongue into my mouth. I shuddered at the feel of her tongue darting around. She played with mine. I groaned, this heady rush shooting through me. It felt incredible. My hands grabbed her hips. I could taste the spit on her lips.

The warrior’s spit.

“I don’t need to be subjected to your foul mating with the demon,” hissed the prisoner.

Garnet broke away. “Oh, it’s not foul when my big brother and I make love. It’s magical. Our incestuous passion unites us.”

Disgust flitted across the prisoner’s face. “Incest? You would lie with your own sister? Have you no shame? You dungeon builders are all monsters.”

I sighed and broke away from my sister. “What’s your name?”

She glared at me.

“Is it really going to matter if I know your name?” I asked. “I’m not going to use that against you.”

She stared at me. “Halia Vorbia, daughter of Anguin!”

“Nice to meet you, Halia,” I said. “I’m not like those other dungeon builders. I haven’t attacked anyone who didn’t break into my dungeon first.”

“Yet,” she said. “It won’t be long before you’re sending raids on us. Before it’s not just those oozes and satyrs that attack Astovin, but your foul monster girls. Once you’ve found our village, you’ll be attacking us, too. Trying to conquer us. That’s what you do.”

“Attacks?” I asked.

“In the last week. From one of your ilk.” She glared at him. “One of your brother dungeon builders. He has his oozes and satyrs raiding our village. He’s kidnapped several girls.”

“So why aren’t you attacking his dungeon?” I demanded in exasperation. “I don’t have oozes. I have wildhounds and will o’ wisps.”

“I wanted to stop you before you became as powerful as him,” Halia said. “I will stop you. Somehow. You might have killed my companions, but I won’t stop—”

“They’re alive,” I said, cutting her off.

She blinked.

“Garnet used her charm to lead them off into the woods. They might be fucking a tree or two, but they’ll reach Astovin,” I said. “It’s a nice village. Visited it once. Bought some food. It wasn’t being attacked then.”

“You know where Astovin is?” she said, shocked.

“Yeah, for like two weeks now. I’m not here to raid Astovin.” My hands balled up tight. “It’s that dungeon builder south of Astovin, right? The one near the lord’s estate. He’s cut off this region from the capital. Myr… something or other.”

“Myrecilla,” she said, looking suspicious.

“And he’s raiding your village? Kidnapping women?” Anger boiled through me. “To rape them?”

Halia nodded.

“Fucking bastard,” I growled. “That’s sick. That’s seriously fucking sick.”

“I told you,” Usiku said. “You’re a good one.”

“We have to do something about this,” I said. “If we have dungeon builders in the area attacking Astovin, it’s just going to bring more adventurers here. Adventurers who might attack us.”

“Walking into another dungeon builder’s lair didn’t work out well for Mthunzi,” pointed out Usiku.

“He was an arrogant prick who thought that me being new meant he could show off,” I countered. “Halia, I’m going to free you from the chains. This is your cell. I’m not going to harm you. Going to feed you and all. I want us to be friends. I don’t want to be an enemy of Astovin or the people of this world. I want to figure out why I’m here.”

“What ploy is this, dungeon builder?” the warrior hissed as I approached her.

“Not a ploy,” I said. “Diplomacy.”

She flinched as I stepped up before her. I grabbed the chain and pried out the bolt that held it closed. I slipped that into my robe’s pocket. Her hand came free. She flexed her fingers. I could see the consideration in her eyes.

Then her gaze flicked to my three women behind me.

“I know, you want to kill me,” I said. “I’m going to change your mind, Halia. I’m going to show you that not all of us dungeon builders are the enemy of this world. There are some bad ones out there. We’ll stop them.”

“You’ll become him,” she said, her eyes blazing. “You’ll take his power and become even more of a threat to this world. Even harder to defeat.”

I sighed and shook my head. I pulled out the bolt on the other manacle. She had both her hands free now. I stepped back and then motioned to the side. “You have a bed. I know it’s not much. You’re probably hungry. Dinner will be soon. Garnet’s cooking tonight, so I’m sorry about that. But it’ll be edible.”

“Hey!” Garnet gasped. “I thought you loved my cooking. You were so thankful last time I cooked.”

I looked at her and grinned. “Thankful that it didn’t kill me.”

Lana burst into laughter while Garnet stamped her foot in petulance and annoyance.

We retreated out of the cell as Halia freed her feet on her own. I closed the heavy, wooden door. It was barred from the outside with a heavy plank of oak. Nothing fancy. No lock or anything, but it couldn’t be opened from the inside. I peered through the bars in the door to see Halia sink onto the bed.

“We need a way to watch out for Astovin,” I said. “I think we need another wildhound.”

“Can you make another one?” Lana asked.

“I think so,” I said as we headed down the short hallway. It intersected with the hallway that led to my living quarters. “We gained some experience today. We need a scout. A wildhound would be perfect”

I headed to the Void Crystal and created a new wildhound. Cysgo appeared looking like her sister wildhounds. Petite, dark-haired, and friendly. She barked the moment she appeared, her ears twitching.

Then she ripped open my robe and sucked my cock into her mouth.

“Cysgo,” I moaned as she sucked with hunger on my dick. I groaned. It had been a long day. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the monster girl’s mouth working up and down my cock.
“Big bro, if you needed your cock sucked, I could have done it!” Garnet huffed. Her wings flapped. “You know I love sucking your dick.”

“Not why I created her,” I panted, staring down at my loving monster girl. Her tail swished behind her. “I have a mission for her.”

She just sucked harder.

“Damn, and it’s not to be the best cocksucker in the world, but… but… Fuck, that’s nice.”

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the delight of her sucking on me. Of that wonderful mouth working up and down my cock. She nursed with such delight. My hand rested on her head. I scratched between her doggy ears. They wiggled. She moaned and sucked harder on me. Her mouth worked with such intensity on my dick.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned. “That’s such a good girl. Mmm, yes, yes.”

“At least the puppy’s doing a good job!” Garnet said. She moved around, fell to her knees, and hugged Cysgo from behind. “I’m your little sis! You suck him good, puppy!” Garnet and Cysgo, of course, weren’t related. But all the wildhounds saw her as their little sister since they were all darkness monsters.

Cysgo moaned and sucked harder on my dick.

“Oh, she’s doing a great job,” said Usiku. “Mmm, all those wildhounds are just the best. Make him cum, Cysgo.”

The wildhound nodded while she sucked on my cock. Garnet licked and nibbled on her ear, humping against Cysgo. The wildhound’s suction was incredible. I groaned, the pressure building and building in my balls. I would have such a mighty eruption. A powerful explosion of cum that would burst out of me.

My hand scratched between her ears. They twitched as she moaned. Her warm mouth slid up and down my cock. She bobbed with such energy. Sucked with such enthusiasm. She slid those wonderful lips down my cock then sucked back up again.

My toes curled. I groaned as I savored the wonderful pressure of her hungry mouth nursing at my cock. It was amazing. My face contorted. I sucked in deep breaths as I came closer and closer to that moment of eruption.

When I would pump all that cum into her mouth. It would be amazing. I rose towards it. My newest monster girl sucked with all her might. My balls tightened. I groaned, my heart pounding so fast. I came so close to spurting my jizz into her mouth. It would be delicious.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” I moaned.

“Make my big bro cum!” purred Garnet. “You have to. He’s just the best.”

“Mmm, he’s amazing,” Lana purred. She hugged me from behind. I felt her breasts through my robe. “He wants to do the right thing. Be a hero.”

“Yes!” I groaned. “Just because I have a dungeon doesn’t mean I have to be the bad guy, right?”

“Right,” Souleen said. She masturbated her miniature body on the Void Crystal, her fingers burying into her slit. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re the one. I can feel it.”

“So can I,” I groaned. “Cysgo, I’m almost there.”

“Swallow every drop of my big bro’s yummy cum,” moaned Garnet. She nibbled on the wildhound’s ear and squeezed her tits. “Don’t waste any of it.”

Cysgo moaned and nursed with hunger on my dick. I groaned at the force of her suction. The pleasure rose in my dick. The aching need to erupt. My balls tightened. Her tongue swirled around the crown of my dick.

“Fuck, yes!”

I erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. I pumped burst after burst of jizz into her. It was incredible. I groaned, the pleasure blazing through my mind. I shuddered, savoring every moment of this bliss. Every last second of this rapturous delight.

She gulped it down. She swallowed my cream, her eyes shining up at me. Her ears twitched. She whined as she suckled out more and more of my cum. My balls tightened. The ecstasy hammered me to the heights of bliss.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned as she nursed out my cum. “Oh, I have a plan for you, Cysgo. You’re going to be perfect, aren’t you?”

She nodded as she swallowed the last of my jizz.

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