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Story Codes: Female/Teen females, Incest, Fantasy, Magic, Gamelit, Violence

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The rakshasa’s punching claws lanced at Lana’s guts.

But she reacted with speed. Her lightning wings flapped hard, lifting her into the air. Golden hair swept behind the movie starlet. The rakshasa’s attack plunged past, tail swishing behind her. She hissed in feline fury at missing.

Lana gathered her lightning as she twisted her body. She landed with grace behind her enemy, round breasts heaving. The move starlet grinned as she unleashed another torrent of electric death hurtling towards her feline enemy.

But the rakshasa had a cat’s reflexes and graces. She bounded to the right, landing on all fours. The lightning blast hurtled past her and struck the wall. Sparks flared from the impact, scorching the smooth stone.

As part of her dodge, the rakshasa used her tail to change her momentum and hurled herself at Lana with a second leap. The lightning sprite gasped. Her wings flared wide and flapped to lift her into the air.

But not fast enough.

Clawed hands seized Lana’s wrists, jerking her off-balance. Instead of rising into the air, she was struck by the rakshasa and tackled to the hard floor. The mosaic tiles were cool on her back. She lay pinned to the ground, her arms thrust over her head.

The rakshasa’s round breasts pressed into Lana’s boobs. A feline tongue licked at her cheek. Warm and rasping, it caressed over her flesh and made her shudder. She twitched on the ground, her toes curling from the sensual caress.

“Lord Jindag will soon claim you,” the rakshasa purred. “You will be his, lightning sprite. I can’t wait to eat your pussy. I’ll make you cum and cum and cum. Especially when you’re full of his cum!”

“Never!” Lana Fulmine gasped. “I am Leo’s. He’s my number one fan. I would never serve another dungeon builder.”

“But when he wins, and he will win,” the rakshasa said with complete confidence, “you’ll see things differently. You’ll be his.”

This fear sparked deep inside of Lana. She had seen that with Usiku, Mthunzi’s dark companion. The fomorian had shifted her allegiance to Leo the moment he had won. She had gone from enemy to lover. She commanded the defenses of the dungeon right now, protecting the Void Crystal with the other will o’ wisps and wildhounds who had stayed behind.

But Lana didn’t want that. She didn’t want to become just a unique lightning elemental monster girl serving Jindag. She was Leo’s. She loved him. He was her number one fan. Out of all the women he could have brought to this world, including his little sister, he had summoned Lana Fulmine first. The star of Jane Dangerous and a half-dozen other films.

She had degraded herself to be a movie star and found something far, far more wonderful in his harem. In his arms. She gave herself willingly to him. To think that she would find herself loving Jindag sickened her.

“I won’t!” she snarled even as a great war of water burst. A ball of it formed to her right. “I won’t forsake Leo Baldwin! I love him!”

The rakshasa laughed.

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The water squeezed about me while my Static Aura spell sizzled and sparked.

My defensive magic attacked the watery death sinking to drown me. I could feel the pressure holding me in the center. Escape should be impossible, but my protection spell arced lightning through the water, weakening the magic.

With a great splash, the ball of water fell apart. I stumbled out of it and saw Jindag rubbing at his belly where I had stabbed him. He had healed himself. I gripped my spear and snarled, ramming my spear forward.

His head snapped up. His eyes widened. “Fuck your mother!”

My spear slammed into him again. I rammed deep, driving him back a few steps. He groaned, shock on his face. He had let me stab him in the stomach so that he could kill me. But it hadn’t worked. Now panic flickered across his expression.

I grinned, savoring my victory. I wrenched my spear free of his body, a new hole gushing blood. I thrust it forward again. He struggled to bring up his war hammer. I hit him in the chest. I thrust through armor and heard ribs cracking.

He screamed in pain. His knees buckled.

“You think you can hurt those women and not pay!” I roared, righteous indignation burning through me.

“Waters gush and flow, let the force of Lord Enki sweep!” he spat out as I thrust in again.

The wave of water burst from his mouth. This time, there was no dodging. The stampede slammed into me. The flood drove me to the floor. I tumbled across the room, batting against the stones. My head struck one. Stars flared.

The water surged past me, leaving me lying on my back. My head rang from the impact. I blinked my eyes, staring dazedly up at the ceiling. My stomach roiled. I wanted to sick up. I needed to move, but everything felt fuzzing from the impact. The world lurched.

“Blossom and regrow with life, let the vitality of Lord Dumazid heal,” Jindag chanted.

“No,” I wheezed. I had to get up. My limbs twitched.

He appeared over me, his armor stained in blood. Gaps in the metal showed his healed, brown flesh beneath. He laughed at me and raised his hammer. He slammed it down into my chest. My breastplate rang. The blow rattled through. I felt it shaking my chest.

He raised it again and slammed it down on my chest. My body spasmed. The metal dented. It pressed against my chest. He grinned at me, a wild look of triumph in his eyes as he raised his heavy weapon a third time.

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Halia threw herself to the ground.

The acid hissed over her head. It struck the stones behind her and sizzled on them. She rolled up in a crouch and thrust her humming sword forward. The naga rose so the blow hurtling for her human belly, complete with a dimpled navel, instead struck armored belly scales. Right where a band of white met the thicker segments of blue.

Halia’s sword failed to penetrate the naga’s scales and skidded to the right. The weapon scored the armored protection but didn’t penetrate. The warrior cursed and rose to her feet, falling into a guard stance. The naga’s tongue flicked out.

“You shall bear him strong children!” the naga hissed.

“I thought you were trying to kill me,” Halia growled.

“If you die, then they wouldn’t be strong enough,” she said. “But if you survive…” She shuddered in ecstasy, her boobs swaying before her.

Halia attacked. Her boots smacked on the floor as she rushed in and swung a cleaving blow that would cut the naga from shoulder to hip, cutting through those huge breasts in the process. The naga hissed.

Her tail swung out in a blurring blow.

Halia saw it, but she had committed her all to her attack. She tried to dodge. She did. The tail struck her lower legs in a hard blow. They swept out from beneath her. She fell backward, her braid fluttering. She crashed down on her ass and then back. Air burst from her lungs.

She coughed as the naga slithered forward, such delight on her face. The naga would wrap Halia up. Kill her. Or force her to be raped by that bastard Jindag. As she fought to catch her breath and stand, the naga’s tail slithered in.

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The blow struck.

Pain burst through me. My armor crumbled more. The next hit would break my ribs. I had to act. A spell popped into my mind as he drew back for the next crushing blow that would end my life. End all my women’s life.

Garnet and Lana Fulmine flashed before my eyes at that moment. Then the will o’ wisps and wildhounds. Usiku. Halia.

“Darkness hides and shadows conceal, let the curse of Lord Zuen fall!”

My spell struck Jindag. Patches of darkness covered his eyes. He gasped and staggered back. He shook his head, the world suddenly stolen from him. He stumbled to his right as I groaned and staggered to my feet.

“What did you do to me?” Jindag snarled. He turned. “Where are you? Coward? Face me! Your mother is a whore! A fucking whore, coward!”

I picked up my spear. It made a steely rasp against the stones. He whirled to face me. I felt his rage slam into me in that moment. He boiled with rage over with his need to tear into me. To rip me apart. I didn’t care. He couldn’t see me. I would—

“Water’s crushing weight surround, feel the grasp of Lord Enki squeeze!” he cried out.

I started to chant, “Spark of lightning, crackle of electricity—”

Water engulfed me a second time. It squeezed about me, holding me in the center. This time, I didn’t have Static Aura going. It pressed down at me. I had to finish him off. I opened my mouth to chant the spell, but the water poured into past my lips.

It choked me, keeping me from speaking the words underwater. My limbs thrashed. I fought to escape. I could see the rippling surface all around me. It was just out of reach. I kicked my legs hard, fighting against the pressure.

It held me tight. A grasp that I would not escape from.

Fury screamed out of me. I didn’t want to die like this. Drowned. My lungs burned. Spots of darkness dotted my vision. The edges fuzzed as the black swallowed it. I had to breathe. Needed to breathe.

Couldn’t breathe.

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“Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to squeal on his cock,” the rakshasa cooed. “It won’t be long now. Look, he’s engulfed.”

Lana Fulmine gasped at the sight of Leo trapped in a ball of water. Fear for her number one fan rippled through her. She had to save him. Protect him. Lightning crackled over her wings. They bristled with power.

The rakshasa hissed and leaped back in time for the blast of electricity to miss the feline monster girl. It struck a patch of vines on the ceiling. They burst into sizzling flames. They devoured along them. Ash rained down, but Lana ignored them.

“You bitch!” hissed the rakshasa.

Lana rose and gathered more of her lightning. But she didn’t aim her attack at the feline monster girl. She focused on the man she loved, drowning in a sphere of water. It was a ball of rippling liquid eight or so feet across. He was just out of reach of the edge.

The rakshasa slammed into Lana from behind. Furry arms reached around her and claws raked across her belly. Pain flared, but she didn’t care. She focused her all on the attack. She unleashed her passion. It arched out from her, crackling with her love.

“Leo!” she screamed.

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I drowned. I was dead. I had failed my monster girls. Failed Souleen. I had agreed to protect her and now I would drown in a ball of water. My vision had almost been swallowed by the darkness. My hand relaxed on my spear.

The water sizzled.

Current burst through it. I felt it dancing around me. Every hair on my body stood up. My limbs spasmed. The watery grip holding me tight relaxed. I gasped as the water flowed around me. I struck the floor, landing on my knees. Water gushed out in every direction and then vanished, the spell disrupted.

“Leo!” Lana cried out.

I glanced at her. The rakshasa’s claws raked up my movie starlet’s torso, leaving bloody wounds behind. My heart lurched as they reached up her chests for her neck. The rakshasa ripped out Lana Fulmine’s throat. Blood spurted.

She smiled at me, her blue eye shining with joy.

Then she vanished, her body destroyed. The rakshasa focused on me. She snarled and lunged in at me, fury in her face. Her tail swiped behind her. I coughed, struggling to regain my breath, dizzy from my near drowning.

The feline monster girl leaped.

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Halia groaned as the tail slammed down on her torso. Her entire body spasmed from the crushing pain.

The naga raised her tail again. She shook her head in disappointment. Her tongue flicked out as she drove the tail down to crush Halia again. To end her life. But she was Anguin’s daughter. She wouldn’t die without taking her enemy with her.

She twisted her sword and held it upright, the point buzzing. Then she thrust at the tail plunging at her. Her blade struck the scales. The two forces met, intensifying the strength of her stab. Last time, she failed to penetrate.

This time, the naga helped her.

Halia’s blade buried deep into the naga’s tail. The serpentine monster girl hissed in pain, her tits heaving. She recoiled back, pulling her tail off the blade. Blood gushed. The naga cried in pain, her face twisting from the agony of this moment.

It gave Halia the opening she needed. She rolled to her feet, ignoring the bruising pain across her torso, and rushed in at the naga. Justice blazed inside of Halia. Leo had proven himself to be a good dungeon builder, and his monster girls were sweet and adorable, but not this naga. Nor her master.

They had to pay for their crimes.

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I rolled to the right.

The rakshasa landed where I had been. She spun around and snarled. Jindag turned in her direction, his eyes covered by the blinding darkness. He gripped his warhammer in his hand. Rage twisted across his face. I scrambled to stand, my wet robes clinging to me. My breastplate squeezed about my chest, making every breath difficult.

“Where is he?” demanded Jindag.

“Your left, Lord Jindag!” the feline hissed. “Let’s kill him together. Follow!” Roaring like a tiger, she rushed at me.

Jindag followed, running, raising his warhammer. He swung it blindly before him, a behemoth hurtling at me. I darted to my right, almost tripping of my wet robes. Her claws slashed into my hip, ripping through my robe and biting deep into my flesh.

“I have bloodied him!” she snarled. She slid to a stop on the wet floors and whirled to face me.

Jindag stumbled past, swinging his warhammer.

“Turn right, Lord!” she cried.

Jindag whirled to his right, swinging his warhammer at me. The brutal weapon swung for me. At the same time, the rakshasa pounced at my right to pen me in. To keep me from escaping. I thew myself to my belly. I landed with a clatter, grunting.

The warhammer howled over my head, the air from its passage rippling down at me. Jindag snarled and then flowed his attack into a downward slam at me. I rolled to my right. The heavy weapon crashed into the tiled floors. Stone chips burst from the impact.

The rakshasa landed on me. Her claws slammed into my breastplate. Her teeth snapped sharp down at my throat. I thrust my hands up and grabbed her neck. My fingers slid through her fur until my hand grabbed her beneath her chin, wrenching her jaws away from my flesh. Feline hisses burst from her mouth.

“What’s going on?” Jindag shouted, hefting his weapon again. “Baaghi?”

Green eyes, reflective and slit like a cat’s, stared down at me. Whiskers twitched from her cheeks as she hissed at me. Her sharp fangs snapped as she struggled to rip out my throat. I wouldn’t let her.

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

She couldn’t dodge the spell at this range. It struck her body. Sparks erupted. She hissed in feline pain. Her body thrashed. I heaved her to my left, rolling her into Jindag’s feet. Her body thrashed. A wound smoked on her breasts.

“Baaghi!” Jindag howled. He bent down and put a hand on her chest. “Blossom and regrow with life, let the vitality of Lord Dumazid heal!”

I saw my opening as he healed the rakshasa. I thrust out my hand and growled, “Sizzling touch, the spark of pain, let the prowess of Lord Enlil stun!”

The smoking wound vanished from her chest as my crackling palm smacked Jindag in the face. Electricity arched into him. He reeled back and sprawled unconscious. His body twitching from my spell’s effect, incapacitated.

“Lord Jindag!” roared Baaghi.

She threw herself at me. I grunted as the force of her fury slammed me back. I hit the tiled floors. My head snapped into the stone.

Stars burst across my body. A dizzying wave washed over me. Metal ripped from my chest. I lay there, disoriented. Stunned. A hissing fury fell on me, a furry comet. Claws tore into my chest, raking down my flesh. The pain felt so remote. Distant.

This was a problem. But my body didn’t want to move.

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Halia ducked another barrage of spit, her sword dripping with the naga’s blood.

The monster girl, snarling through her pain, swung her tail at the hero. Halia dodged it with ease, the tail stiff from the bloody spilling crimson over the blue scales. Halia thrust her sword at the naga’s chest, right for her heart.

The naga snapped her head down and did something absolutely insane. She caught the buzzing blade with her powerful bite. She arrested the sword with the strength of her teeth. Halia gasped in shock at the desperate feat the naga had pulled off. Halia had never seen its like.

Her shock gave the naga on opening.

With a snap of her powerful body, she shoved back on the sword, driving the hilt into Halia’s stomach. The air burst from the warrior’s lungs. Coughing, she doubled over. Releasing the blade and hissing, the naga’s head snapped in, jaws opening wide. Fangs extended like a snake, a pair of needle-thin sabers that would pierce Halia’s flesh and poison her body.

Halia did the only thing she could. She headbutted the naga. Her skull cracked into the naga’s. The monster girl cried out, her own head snapped back. She swayed, eyes blinking from the hard blow. Halia’s own temple throbbed, but she had been ready for it.

She wrenched her blade free of the naga’s hands and then rammed it forward. This time, the naga, stunned from the headbutt, didn’t catch the blade. It rammed right through her heart. She stiffened. Her tail thrashed.

Then she vanished.

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The pain sharpened my mind. I could focus. Act. I thrust my hand against Baaghi’s chest as her claws raked over my stomach.

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

She convulsed on me and collapsed on my body, as stunned as her master. I heaved her over, panting. My stomach and chest pulsed with pain. I groaned, blood welling from the wounds, soaking my gray robes.

“Fuck,” I groaned and stood up. I forced myself to my feet and stared down at Jindag.

The swarthy man lay stunned. His mouth opened. Twitches spasmed through his body. It was hard to tell he was breathing with the scale armor he wore. I staggered over and grabbed my spear. The tip crackled with lightning. I leaned on it as I stared down at him.

He was vulnerable. I had to finish him off. Kill him. But he was helpless. I swallowed at the prospect of killing a man just lying prone. It was fucked up. Twisted. I gripped the spear, my hand shaking as I stared down at him,

“You have to finish him off,” Halia said as she stumbled over. She coughed, a hoarse and rasping sound. A bruise swelled on her stomach. She clutched her buzzing sword in a hand. “Kill him, Leo.”

“He’s stunned,” I groaned. I glanced at the cage where the violated village girls lay. They looked catatonic and helpless. Hopeless. Anger surged through me. I raised my spear to finish him off and…

He was helpless, too. He just lay there. Vulnerable. It would have been one thing to kill him in the middle of the fight, but now… Now it felt so much like murder. My stomach twisted. Was this how dungeon builders went evil.

They did acts like this. Forced themselves to batter down their humanity. The first time I murdered, it would be hard, but it would become easier and easier with each subsequent time. My hand shook. I didn’t want that to happen to me.

“He can’t be allowed to live,” Halia said.

“I know,” I croaked. “But…”

Halia stared at me. Then she smiled like she understood. Sympathy flashed across her face. Then she smoothly thrust her sword down into his heart, punching through the scales of his armor, and into his chest. He stiffened. His fingers curled.

Then he exhaled and lay still.

She ripped out her sword and said, “You are a good man, Leo. Hold onto that.”

I nodded and then gasped in shock as I felt the power rushing into me. I hadn’t killed him but… One of my followers had. I stared at Halia stunned as the magic flowed into me. I felt the two new runes settle onto my body. I ripped open the front of my robes and there they were, two new designs branded into my chest.

Both were made of the cuneiform-like arrows as my other glyphs. One was three chevrons pointing up, each flowing into the next, the middle one taller. They reminded me of waves. The other one was made of four of the arrows, two stacked on each other with two more branching off at upward angles. It reminded me of the peace sign. Or maybe it was a tree. Water and Life runes.

I could feel the new magic in me. The new additions to my harem. Baaghi, lying stunned, suddenly felt like she was mine. I swallowed and bent down. I touched her and said the words that I had heard Jindag say a few times. They were now echoing in my soul.

“Blossom and regrow with life, let the vitality of Lord Dumazid heal!”

The restorative magic flowed out of me and into Baaghi’s body. She spasmed a few times. Her whiskers twitched. Then her eyes opened. They stared up at me with feline confusion. Then she shuddered and rose.

“Lord Leo,” she said and rolled into a kneeling crouch. She bowed to me, her pale, striped body looking submissive. Orange hair tumbled about her face.

I shuddered. She was mine now. So was the naga. I could feel her distantly in my Void Crystal. She slumbered. I glanced at Halia. Then I touched her and muttered the same spell. The bruise on her stomach faded. Her breathing grew less coarse. I mend myself as I rubbed at her belly, prodding at her wound. As my wounds healed, she smiled at me.

Then, to my shock, she put her arms around me and kissed me.

I stiffened at the feel of her lips on mine. They thrust into my mouth. Her lips worked on mine. This heat rose inside of me as I slid my arms around her. I held her to me as she whimpered against my mouth.

She broke the kiss. I panted as I stared at her in shock. She licked her lips, her breasts rising and falling. Then she fell to her knees before me. I stared at her in confusion. I could taste the sweetness of her on my lips.

“Halia?”

“I, Halia, daughter of Anguin, do pledge my sword to you, Leo Dungeon Builder. In the name of Lady Sherida, Goddess of Light, I vow to serve you in all things.”

Light flared around her, a column of it focused down on her, bathing her. Then she gasped as it changed into gold. She shuddered and then lifted her sword. It had a nimbus of light around it. The blade felt holy.

“She has made me into a paladin of light,” gasped Halia in shock. She stared up at me. “She approves of my service to you.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling more than a little stunned by it. “Why?”

“Why?” Halia smiled as she rose. “Isn’t it obvious, Lord Leo? You have proven yourself with your actions. You want the world to be better. I want the same. I will work with you. Be your blade. Your protector.” Her eyes grew smoky. “Your lover.”

“You mean that?” I asked.

“You are…” She stepped forward. “Exhilarating.” Ecstasy crossed her face. “You are worthy of my heart. I am a virgin.”

“Damn,” I muttered. Then I glanced at the imprisoned girls. “We should, uh, we should get them back to the village.”

She gasped and whirled. “You’re right.”

As she marched to the girls, I headed to the door at the back. I had something I wanted to see. I marched through the door. This place felt… dead. The magic that maintained it gone. Baaghi walked with me. She sauntered at my heels, saying not a word.

The hallway led to a living area. Furniture similar to what I built though there was an Asian feel to it. He must have been from India, or maybe Bangladesh. I looked around it before passing into the bedroom.

“You don’t have a problem with following me, Baaghi?” I asked as I moved to the vault.

“Of course not, Lord Leo,” she said. “You own me now.”

“Did you love him?” I asked, moving around the bed.

“What a curious question,” she said. “I was his teacher before he brought me to this remarkable world. He freed me from a cruel marriage and gave me power. But did I love him…? I don’t think so. He didn’t love me. He didn’t love anything but himself.”

My monster girls loved me. Right from the start. What was the difference between Jindag and me? Was it how we view the world? Did we imprint something on our monster girls when we made them?

I opened the door and there lay the Void Crystal. Inert. It didn’t absorb energy any longer. I had taken its essence. I wondered what happened to the Souleen that lived in it. So I thought the question to mine.

“She’s gone back to the source,” said Souleen. “Her consciousness gone. Merged back into it to await another chosen.”

“What’s the source?” I asked.

“I really don’t know.”

I looked around the walls. “What’s to become of this dungeon? Will it crumble?”

“It will remain. Real monsters might set up nests in it. Or it may lay forgotten for eons. It is now subject to the normal decay of the world.”

I nodded and turned. This place would be a tomb then. Jindag would lie in his throne room slowly rotting away. A pity he didn’t have a dungeon builder to mentor him. To show him that there was another way to go about these things.

Halia guided the liberated women to Astovin.

I watched with Baaghi from the edges as the girls, dressed in their torn clothing, were returned to them. Jindag had wanted to breed them to form his own army that would let him exceed the limit of what he could create with his Void Crystal. He planned on using life magic to twist them. Mold them. Shape them.

What a sick man.

The women of the village greeted their traumatized daughters. They were embraced. Some broke down and wept in the arms of mothers and sisters and aunts. Others looked stunned. My stomach twisted with rage at the sight of them. I glanced at Baaghi.

“What did you think of Jindag’s plan?” I asked.

She scowled. “It was piggish. But he ruled. We obeyed.” Her whiskers twitched. “No… We wanted to obey. We wanted to help him. Now… Now I feel your outrage. I share it.” She stared at me. “It’s like your will is my will. I don’t understand it.”

“You tied to the Glyph,” I muttered. “I own the Glyph.”

“And now you own me, Lord Leo,” she said, her voice surprisingly affectionate. “You have freed me from the bondage of evil.” A purr rose in her throat, feline and happy. She nuzzled her whiskered cheek into my chest, those long strands ticklish. Her orange, catlike ear twitched as it thrust out of her hair. “I’m yours now. I want what you want. I am glad you killed that pig. He wasn’t worthy of me. He never was. When I taught him…”

She spat on the ground, fur bristling.

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Halia spoke with the men as they stared at her golden armor. “You’re a paladin,” said the priest of light for the village. Orvain smiled at her. “You have gained Lady Sherida’s blessing.”

“She approved my vow to serve him,” said Halia, turning to where Lord Leo watched her. The rakshasa rubbed her cheek affectionately against him. He stood tall in his battered breastplate and tattered robes.

“What?” gasped Orvain.

“Halia!” Mayor Bevlin grasped at his heart. “A dungeon builder? You have pledged yourself to one of those filthy beings?”

“Yes,” she said, her chin held high. “He’s not what you think. What we fear.”

“He has held you in bondage,” protested Orvain. “I heard it from Milies.”

He had been a cleric of Sherida, loyal to the Goddess of Light, and her companion. One of the two that was bewitched by Garnet and lured out of the dungeon. She had heard they had wandered for days in the woods before finding their way to safety.

“Only to speak with me,” said Halia. “And look at what he has done here. These girls are returned to you by his actions. He suffered to return them. He wants to protect this village.”

“You mean rule it,” Bevlin said, his face going flat. Hard. “How much will his tithe be.”

“Nothing.” Halia and Leo had talked about this on the return trip. “He merely wishes to purchase supplies, mostly food, from here. He wants to protect you because we’re neighbors. He would rather prosper with us than be our enemy.”

Bevlin shook his head. “What game is he playing?”

“None.”

“What would your father say,” Orvain said. The priest glared at her, his arms folding in the brown robes. The sunlight caught the golden chain of his amulet that vanished beneath his garb. “He died killing a dungeon builder.”

“My father taught me to do what is right. That is what I am doing.” Halia lifted her chin. “I know he is proud of me. Lord Leo is not like the vermin, like this Jindag who stole the daughters of our village. Lord Leo will uphold his word. He is a good man. Sherida blessed me, did she not.”

Orvain looked at her armor. His brow furrowed. “She… did.”

Bevlin looked at Leo. “It’s not like we could stop him. He can shop, but we will be vigilant. We will not be his slaves, Halia. Just remember who your people are. Do not be a pawn for evil.”

“I am not a pawn!” She would help Leo show everyone that he was not who they thought he was. That he was someone to be trusted.

She would help him in that mission. Her heart had softened to him and now… Now she saw his passion. His love. She returned it, to her utter shock. She stared at Leo watching them and such excitement rushed through her virgin flesh for him. A quiver that had a pitter-patter beat to her heart racing hot blood through her.

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Halia negotiated to get us food. It was given for free for returning the women, but they didn’t really trust me. Hundreds of years of dungeon builders causing problems for this world would not be overcome easily, I supposed.

Halia, Baaghi, and I returned to the dungeon with the food. It took the rest of the day. Baaghi proved herself to have a playful side. She darted around like a kitten. She was clearly excited. Her tiger-like tail flicked behind her, orange with black stripes.

“God, she’s a catgirl,” I muttered.

“Cat… girl?” frowned Halia.

“Garnet’s going to freak out,” I said. Then I sighed. My little sister had gotten herself killed saving my life. She experienced the pain of dying, but her soul was bound to my Void Crystal, so she was just sleeping. A lot of monster girls were.

The path led up towards the dungeon. We crossed the valley, the mountain I built my dungeon beneath rising over us. This place was my new home. For better or worse, I had been brought here from my world, a copy, anyways. Just like Garnet and Lana Fulmine. How? Why?

No idea.

I found the entrance to the cave. I stored the donkey in the side cave that served as his stable. I should build a paddock for him to graze in. Probably get a second so he has a friend to be around. The three of us carried in the food, heavy sacks of dried meat, beans, and root vegetables for Halia and I to eat.

I opened the door with ease. Excitement barked before me. Nos bounded up. She wagged her tail as she crouched before me and yipped, “Lord Leo! Welcome back!” She looked around. Her eyes widened. “It was bad.”

“But we won,” I said. “This is Baaghi. She’s going to be helping you guard the dungeon.”

“Hi!” Nos said, a bright smile on her face. “You’re a cat! Grr!”

Baaghi hissed and made a playful swipe at Nos. The wildhound leaped up, but not to attack. She grabbed Baaghi’s shoulder and licked at her lips. Then the pair were kissing, loving each other the way I wanted my harem to exist.

My monster girls were all special. All beings to be loved and who were eager to share their affection

Bluish light glowed around the corner and then Kibir appeared. The busty will o’ wisp hurried forward, her big boobs bouncing, and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me with passion, her tongue thrusting into my mouth, big breasts spilling over my chest.

Excitement echoed through the dungeon as Du, Gwyllt, and Marwo bounded in followed by Svyte, Gintaras, and Dvasia. Usiku was last, my fomorian smiling as she saw us entering and then frowned.

“Yeah, it was bad,” I said. “But we won. Jindag’s dead. Halia’s joining us.”

The wildhounds all barked in excitement and swarmed her. Halia gasped as the four wildhounds pinned her against the wall and bathed her tits and exposed breasts with their licking tongues, their black tails all wagging back and forth. I smiled at their excitement. They were so enthusiastic.

The will o’ wisps took the food from us and all carried it happily. The busty girls walked around me and Baaghi, chatting and giggling. They were all so happy to have me back, thankful that I had returned to them.

We moved through my dungeon. It felt so weirdly nostalgic after the death-gauntlet we’d run in Jindag’s. I smiled as we passed my pit traps and lightning traps. The columns buzzed and crackled as we passed through that dangerous room. Then we were heading through the concealed door that led to my throne room and living quarters. We walked through Usiku’s guard room.

She spent hours in here doing nothing. I supposed being a monster had changed her and let her have no problem with it. The throne room with the map gave me pause. It showed how few dots were in the dungeon.

I had to fix that.

We slipped through the living room. Baaghi slipped onto the bed and curled herself up in a ball, purring happily. She rubbed her face into the sheets. Halia swallowed and didn’t follow me into the vault.

The Void Crystal hummed away, drawing in the mana. Souleen appeared on it. She perched on the top of the jewel, a big smile on her face. She stretched her back and then gave me a friendly wave, her eyes bright.

“Lord Leo, congratulations. You have doubled your power.”

“Yeah,” I said and grabbed the stone. I felt so many possibilities. New monster girls I could create. Satyrs, oozes, and mermaids. Water had two Level One monster girls, it seemed. One for land and one for water. Interesting. I ignored those, for now. I had to reawaken the ones who fell.

Three wildhounds rose out of the crystal. Hela, Cysgo, and Ci all burst into appearance. They stretched, their petite bodies looking so cute and adorable. They had small breasts and hairless pussies and bright eyes, their manes of black hair spilling about their faces.

“Lord Leo!” the three sisters squealed and rushed at me. They flew into my arms. I hugged them and enjoyed their tongues licking and lapping at my face. They squirmed against me.

“Mmm, you three were amazing,” I told them.

They yipped in delight, their hot tongues soaking me in their sweet saliva. I kissed them in turns, capturing their lips. I sucked on them. I groaned at the feel of their mouths on mine. I savored the three of them.

“Okay, go play with your sisters,” I said.

“Yes, Lord Leo!” they all yipped and then darted past me. I heard squealing in the bedroom, excited barks and smacking lips. It would be an orgy of celebration.

I grabbed the Void Crystal and drew Sviesos and Zaibas out of the Void Crystal. Their busty forms whirled into being, the various swirls of blue plasma roiling with excitement through their bodies. They flew at me, pressing their big tits against me. My skin felt alive from the arc of the current.

“Lord Leo,” the two sisters said with breathy excitement.

They kissed me. Each one planted a delicious and dick-throbbing kiss on the mouth. I grabbed their asses, squeezing and kneading them. I shuddered and then I broke it. I stared into their smiling eyes.

“You two were amazing,” I said, groping their rumps. “Go. Have fun. I love you both.”

“Love you, Lord Leo,” Sviesos said. My first monster girl. She rubbed her nose into mine.

“Love you!” Zaibas said, bouncing in excitement. Then they broke away and sauntered off.

Souleen giggled. “So excited.”

“Yeah,” I said and grabbed the Void Crystal again.

Lana Fulmine stretched herself into being, her arms thrusting over her head, her round breasts thrusting silvery before her. Golden hair fell about the movie starlet’s lush face. She blinked those startling, blue eyes of hers.

“I’m glad you survived, Leo,” Lana said. She shuddered. “To be Jindag’s. You should have heard what the rakshasa said to me.”

“Well, she’s a different creature now,” I said. “You should go say hi to her.” I grabbed the Void Crystal. Two more beings was sleeping, souls named and conjured and not potentials. I seized the naga.

Paanee was her name. It arose in my mind with a sibilant hiss. She spun into the world, a snake-woman with blue scales and no arms. She had a big smile on her face. Her serpentine eyes held such joy. She slithered to me.

“Lord Leo!” she hissed. “I love you ssssssso much.”

She darted her head in and kissed me. I groaned, wrapping my arms about her torso. She couldn’t hug me back, lacking her own arms, but her tail wrapped around me as her forked tongue flicked with mine. She whimpered into the kiss, her lips feeling so wonderful and soft.

Then she broke the kiss. “Thank you for freeing me. Ooh, Jindag was such an asshole. Can you believe what he did? It’s disgusting.”

“Yeah,” I said, bemused. My soul had imprinted on her essence, too. It was so strange how this all worked. Paanee was almost like a new woman. I didn’t want that to happen to Garnet and Lana.

So I could never die. Never be defeated by another dungeon builder, anyways.

“Go play with the others,” I said. “I’ll be along.”

“Sssssure.” Paanee smiled. Then she slithered by. I glanced at her and saw she had a curvy rump that descended to her blue-scaled tail. She moved with sinuous grace, humming as she went into the other room. “You!” Paanee hissed. “You beat me. I have to thank you!”

I shook my head. One last slumbering soul to awaken. Garnet flashed into being sleeping on her side. She had her red demon wings folded around her, a black pigtail draped over her cheek. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing regular. Her little demoness tail twitched slightly.

“Eh, Garnet?” I asked, staring down at her in confusion.

She didn’t answer.

“Is something wrong with her, Souleen?” I gasped, fear tightening in my chest. She had died for me. Did something go wrong?

“No, no,” said Souleen. “She’s perfectly fine. She’s just… sleeping.”

“Garnet?” I asked. I knelt by her. I grabbed her shoulder and shook her. “Garnet?”

My little sister didn’t answer. She just kept lightly breathing.

“Garnet, wake up?” I gasped, concern flitting through me. I pushed her over onto her back. Her body moved limply. The pigtail fell off her face. She looked so peaceful. Like a cute princess. I stroked her, feeling the warmth of her skin. Her small breasts rose and fell with her breathing. “Please, Garnet, wake up.”

Why wasn’t she waking up? I shook her harder, and she just kept sleeping, her lips pursed in the slightest of a smile like she was having a good dream. Concern pumped through my veins as I stared down at my sleeping little sister.

“Garnet!” I leaned down. “Please, wake up. I love you, Garnet.”

Her eyes fluttered beneath her eyelids.
“Garnet?”

She still didn’t stir.

What was wrong? This was a magic world. Maybe it had some fairy tale properties to it. I leaned in and kissed my little sister on the mouth, letting her feel my love. Instantly, her red eyes snapped open. Her arms went around my neck and she kissed me with such passion.

Such hungry need.

I shuddered, my body bursting with lust as I kissed my sister. The taboo thrill of kissing my little sister rushed through me. The delight of working my lips against hers. The incestuous rush of making out with her blazed through me. She had no confusion in her kiss. No bewilderment.

She didn’t feel like she had woken up from any magical sleep or coma.

Then I broke the kiss and gasped, “You were faking being asleep.”

“What?” she gasped, trying to look innocent. “No, no. It was your love, big bro. Your love saved me!”

I broke into laughter that was cut off by her hot and sultry lips.

To be continued…

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