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Story Codes: Teen male/Female/Teen female, Oral Sex, Fantasy, Gamelit, Magic

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Chapter Seven

After playing with the hellhounds, I had the fifteen new guards for Astovin. They were stationed there in a blink of an eye. I added guardhouses to the gates and a portcullis of iron that could drop down to seal them off. The guardhouses, built into the wall, were where the monster girls would live when not on guard. They had access to the circular tunnel that ran beneath the wall through a trap door.

They were all in place. The golems were patrolling the wall. I would love to go to Astovin, but I was the only one who couldn’t just move myself there. Well, I could if I moved my Vault, taking it from the most defended place in the dungeon and putting it in a vulnerable spot.

I had to grip the Void Crystal to change things, including myself.

I headed into the living room for my harem. It was bigger than it used to be with tables, chairs, couches. A library with a growing number of books that were taken off adventurers. After a party died, all their gear became mine. It was stored in my Void Crystal. I could pull it out and place it in chests. I did that, hoping that adventurers would take the loot and flee rather than stay and die.

I hated killing them. It was such a waste. Halia’s idea of training them was a good one. My own army of adventurers sworn to my Void Crystal. Ambassadors that could go out in the world. Who could keep bad dungeon builders in check?

Who could be my eyes everywhere.

Damn, I could have a network of spies spread over the world who could communicate with us by thought. It was something to pursue. The people of Astovin would be the start. With my Life ritual, Bloom, I could help with their crop generation. They would have to spend less effort on farming.

A whole generation of them could be raised to be fighters, rogues, and mages. I wasn’t sure about priests since it seemed like only Sherida, Lady of Light, was on my side. Maybe her Lord was, too, I didn’t know for certain.

I found Garnet, Crystal, Maya, and Terra playing Uno. I could make playing cards and put my own designs on them. So it wasn’t too hard to make the Uno set. They were all staring at each other, slapping down cards.

“Reverse!” Garnet shouted, throwing hers on the pile.

“Skip!” Maya said, a big grin on her face.

Terra threw down a Blue One. “Uno!”

“What?” Garnet gasped as Crystal threw a Green One. Garnet looked at her cards. “Why green?”
She started drawing and drawing and drawing. She slapped down another Reverse, her hand bulging. Crystal threw down a Green Four. Everyone turned to Terra. What did she have? She grinned and tossed a Red Four on the pile.

“Thanks, Crystal,” Terra said, her boobs bouncing. “I get to sleep with Leo tonight!”

“No!” Crystal groaned. She had three green cards in her hand. She slumped back.

“Hey, Leo,” Maya said. She smiled at me. “Done fucking your new monster girls.”

“Did you make puppies?” Garnet asked, her wings fluttering in such a cute way. Her black pigtails swayed about her adorable face. My little sister wiggled her hips back and forth. “Huh?”

“I actually did,” I said. “But they’re already in Astovin.”

“Then you can send me there with the Void Crystal,” she said. “It’s such a long walk.”

“You can fly,” Crystal said. “There’s no one going to care if you wing over there. Everyone around here is Leo’s vassal.”

“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk about,” I said. “Ways that we can get to Astovin faster.”

“Mmm,” Mrs. Lucina said. She closed the book she had been reading, bound in wood, and set it down on the coffee table. “What if you got some horses. You could ride them down the tunnel. Gallop them the whole way.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Terra said, a big smirk on her clay face. My golem stretched her arms, big boobs jiggling.

“Bad idea,” Lana said. She was… knitting. I didn’t know she did that.

“Why?” asked Terra. “Horses are used to travel in these times.”

“They’re not much faster than a human at a walk,” Lana continued, not looking up from her knitting. Electricity arced from her golden hair. “And they can only gallop for short time. You ride them all the way to Astovin and back at a full run, they’ll be exhausted. Do it a few times in a row, and you’ll kill them. A fit human can cover more ground than a horse. We don’t have to carry another person while we run.” She smiled. “But they are good for carrying heavy loads and to keep your feet from getting tired. That’s why they’re used.”

“Oh,” Garnet said. “I was hoping to get a pony!”

“There’s the unicorns,” said Crystal. “Go ride one of those.”

“Can I?” gasped Garnet. “I never thought of that. I could sit on their shoulders and rub my little pussy against their necks, and slap my riding crop into their rump.”

She bolted to her feet and darted past me, looking intent to do just that.

“Now that the brat is gone, we can come up with more practical solutions,” Crystal said. “Mmm, you have any ideas, dirty boy?”

My older sister fixed her light-blue eyes on me. They brimmed with such a naughty glint.

“Horses were what I was going with,” I said.

Garnet suddenly came running back in, followed by Fauraliiithiliana and Hagane. “They’re finished, big bro! They’ve figured out how to get your dungeon to the twins.”

“Great, another long passageway. It took three days to get there last time.” I had actually left my dungeon behind to scout the place myself. “The tunnel might cut it down, but that’s a lot of walking, and if the horses really won’t save time…” I sighed. “Wish we could get those magical teleportation circles we found in Meskalamdug’s lair to work.”

“I am sorry that I haven’t figured it out,” Fara said. She held up the paper. “Hagane and I have the calculations, though. And she taught me this algebra. It is fascinating stuff.”

“Why would you do that?” gasped Garnet, looking at Hagane. “Why do you hate Fara so much.” My little sister threw her arms around Fara, red wings flapping.

“Because she’s a big nerd like Hagane is,” Crystal said. “No offense, Hagane.”

“Oh, no, I am a big nerd,” she said. “So if real horses are not practical because of stamina issues, why not some undead horses. They cannot get tired.”

“Undead?” Morana’s head popped up from another couch. Had she been there the entire time? Was she napping? “You do have the Animate Corpse ritual, right? Hagane’s correct. Us undead can go on and on forever.”

“I never thought I would use that ritual,” I said. I could have made the corpses of adventurers into more fighters, but it made me feel queasy to do that. They were people. It didn’t feel right to desecrate their bodies, but horses…

I mean, they were just animals. Majestic ones, but still animals. They ate horses in Europe, didn’t they? Europe didn’t have the romance of the Wild West and the horse culture it gave America to make it distasteful.

“Zombie horses!” Garnet squealed. “Can I have one, big bro?”

“No,” I said, fearing what she would do with it.

“A zombie pony?” She fluttered her eyelashes at me. “Please, please.”

“No,” I said. “I’m the only one that has to walk anywhere in the dungeon.”

“Most of us have to walk,” Terra said. “But I get what you mean. You can move us about your dungeon. Still, having zombie horses could be useful for other missions when you’re not building your dungeon out that far.”

“You all really want me to buy some horses, kill them, and make them into zombies?” I asked.

“It’s logical,” Hagane said.

“It’s a little gross,” Mrs. Lucina said.

“I think it’s wonderful, my Dark Lord,” Morana said, a big smile on her lips.

“It totally fits with your dark lord vibe, big bro,” Garnet said.

“I wasn’t going for that,” I muttered. “I want to be benevolent.” I frowned. “And weren’t you going to go ride the unicorns or something?”

“Right!” she squealed. “I got distracted.” She whirled around and darted off.

“We can have Halia pick out a few horses from Astovin,” said Terra. “I think three should suffice. For now.”

“This is macabre,” Mrs. Lucina said.

“Will they smell?” Lana asked, her nose wrinkling.

“Yeah,” Maya said. “I don’t want any smelly, rotten horses around.”

“Not if you animate them right after death,” Morana said. “If we use humane butchering methods and drain them of their blood immediately, then have our Dark Lord cast the ritual, there will be no smell at all. I don’t smell, do I?”

“Well, you do,” I said, grinning at her. “You have a spicy musk that’s quite delicious.”

A pleased smile spread on my banshee’s pale face.

I looked around then rolled my shoulders. “Halia, we’re heading to Astovin to buy some horses. And who’s the best butcher in the village?”

“Are we having horse for dinner?” asked Halia. “I haven’t had it in a while. That’ll be nice.”

“No, we’re doing something far, far more fucked up.”

“Dark Lord Leo riding on his gallant, midnight-black zombie stallion,” Morana said, looking dreamy. “With his cape billowing behind him, and his scythe in hand, he gallops across the land, letting all fall beneath his shadowy gaze.” The dark mist spilling off her shoulders deepened, almost enveloping her.

I shook my head. She was a little strange sometimes.

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I didn’t like watching the horses get butchered. It wasn’t a pleasant thing even if it was humane. They had no idea they were about to die. They were strung up, throats slit, and the blood was quickly drained out of them.

It’s no different than getting meat for dinner, I thought. I kept telling myself over and over that, but I had never had to butcher my own meal. Halia was nonplussed by it.

“Let’s get them down and get started, Lord Leo,” she said. “I am curious to see how they perform.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said. I closed my eyes, the words to Animate Corpse rising out of my soul.

“I call upon Lord Nergal and Lady Ereshkigal to animate these corpses,” I chanted. “Let the power of death fill them and control their flesh! From beyond they have gone! Through the veil, they have passed! Let them act with a simulacrum of life!”

That wasn’t enough I didn’t just have to speak it one time. I had to speak it over and over again. The power of the Lord and Lady of Death flowed through me and into the three dead horses. One was black and the other two brown, one with white fetlocks. The spell poured into their dead flesh.
My voice rang through the room, repeating the words to the ritual.

“I call upon Lord Nergal and Lady Ereshkigal to animate these corpses! Let the power of death fill them and control their flesh! From beyond they have gone! Through the veil, they have passed! Let them act with a simulacrum of life!”

The horses stirred. The butcher grunted and Halia nodded. Their legs twitched. Their tails flickered. Then their eyes opened. They were cloudy white now. The black stallion kicked his legs and scrambled to his feet as I finished. The other two followed. They stared at me, tails idly flicking.

The cuts to their throats remained, not healing, but other than that, they looked alive. I came up to the stallion and touched his neck, stroking over the coarse fur. He wasn’t warm. Not cold, but cool. Like Morana was.

“It worked,” I said.

We put saddles and bridles on them. Morana quivered in delight. She was petting the brown horse with the white fetlocks. She had such a big grin on her face. I didn’t know why girls loved horses so much, but it was clear she was enraptured with the zombified beast.

“We don’t even have to take the gear off them,” said Morana. “They don’t feel pain any longer. They’re beyond it. They’ll always be ready to serve you, my Dark Lord.”

“Fine beasts they are,” the butcher said. “I hope they serve you well, Lord Leo.”

“Not at all concerned about it?” I asked as I helped cinch the saddle tight on my beast.

The man shrugged. “You’re a dungeon builder. You do unnatural things. But you’re Astovin’s builder. So I don’t have a problem. None of us will. We’re your people, my Lord.” He chuckled. “My youngest lad wants to train with Halia. Need a few more years of seasoning, but he’ll do well in your service.”

I nodded. Hopefully, we will have a few more years.

I mounted the black, Halia on the brown, and Morana on the one with white fetlocks. We rode out of the abattoir and into the streets. The sun was setting. I had much to do. Fara had finished her calculations. I wouldn’t mind driving my tunnel to Led’s dungeon and figuring out how he gained the Light glyph without killing a dungeon builder.

I had two more to gain, Thunder and Wind. If I could do it without bloodshed… Well, the better.

The people of Astovin nodded to us as we rode the zombie horses through town. I smiled and nodded back. Their cheers and greetings heartened me. I was protecting these people. That was important to me I wanted to make sure they had great lives.

To keep them safe.

My walls lined the village. Everywhere I looked, I could see them. My new monster girls would be on guard. Feya flitted overhead, the fairy waving down at me. She would be a good administrator of this village.

If I was going to expand my territory, I would need more monster girl companions I could trust. I wanted to keep my core ones here, but maybe one day Usiku or Baaghi could be sent out to other towns to help defend them.

Not Paanee, she might be too off-putting, and definitely not Smerta. I liked having her as my dungeon captain. The wrestler-turned-Valkyrie had a very martial air about her.

We rode down into the tunnels beneath and galloped at a full speed back towards my dungeon. It was a bouncing ride my ass didn’t like. I felt like a sack of flour, just sitting there like a useless lump as the zombie horse ran down it.

But we got back in far faster time. The zombies didn’t breathe. They didn’t have a lather. They just sopped and seemed ready to go. I had added a little stable before we left. We put the horses in their stalls. They just stood there, placid, not moving, ready to be used.

It was unnerving.

I passed through the entrance room and through my dungeon. My monster girls I passed all smiled at me. The oozes dropped down from the ceiling to kiss me. The orcs swaggered up to me. The arachnes scuttled above, giving me upside-down kisses. The will o’ wisps waved at me as I crossed the bridge and the mermaids activated the bridge for me so I could return to the securest part of the dungeon.

It was still a walk, but there could be no shortcut. Any shortcut I built would be an invitation for an enemy to get to my Vault and destroy my Void Crystal. Still, it was nice seeing my monster girls.

I visited Fara’s office to get the specifics on building my dungeon to reach Led’s. It was an exciting prospect learning more about this world, figuring out what he’d done to gain the Light Glyph without killing a dungeon builder. It was exciting since he didn’t do it by taming a dragon.

Or if he had a dragon, he kept her so hidden that he died without using his powerful trump.

“Lord Leo,” my elf said when I entered. She was naked, adopting the custom of my monster girls. Her long, pointed ears twitched in delight. A smile spread on her lips as she rose from the chair, her small breasts hardly had any jiggle at all. Her big Anime eyes were full of joy. “With Hagane’s help, I believe we have made the necessary calculations for you to reach Led’s dungeon. Now, there is a chance for error, but we believe we have rather accurate maps.”

Hagane, sitting on the bed cross-legged, merely nodded as if she had not done much at all.

“Explain it,” I said.

“Gladly,” the elf purred.

She pointed to a map of the area. There was my dungeon in the Low Carianith Mountains, a small range. Across the valley that held Astovin and past the city of Myrecilla to the south, the capital of the human nation we were in, lay the Vorianil Mountains. And it was in there, west of Myrecilla, that the Twins had appeared. The Vorianil Mountains were the home of the dwarves. A thick range, like the Rockies. Farther north from the Twins was marked Great Kharabarnath, the dwarven capital.

“So you’ll have to make the tunnel slope low enough to stay beneath the valley. As you can see, it’s quite wide and your dungeon will have to go lower as the elevation descends out towards Myrecilla.”

“We’ll go right beneath that prick Lord Shorvin’s estate.” Maybe I should do something about him. He was not happy I had taken over Astovin and the surrounding farmlands. I could easily attack him and…

What was I thinking? I should be sending peace overtures to the man.

“I have marked here the compass bearing that you should use,” she continued, “and the degree of the slope you’ll need at various stages. We’ll have to climb up again to reach Led’s dungeon. There may be some trial and error at the terminus for you to find a place that intersects with his dungeon.”

“This is perfect,” I said. I glanced at Hagane on the bed. She hadn’t said a word. “This deserves a reward, Fara. Hagane, why don’t we eat out our elf.”

“Oh, Lord Leo, I didn’t do it for the reward,” Fara said as she hurried to the bed, sat down on the edge, and spread her legs wide. “I did it because I want you to succeed. But… If you must have sex with me… I won’t say no.”

I snorted while Hagane smiled. She slid off the bed and knelt with a geisha’s grace, her chrome body reflecting everything around her. Dick aching, I slipped out of my gray robes and joined her. I pressed against her side, feeling her sleek, metallic body.

The sweet, nectary scent of Fara’s pussy filled my nose. The mouth-watering scent had me smacking my lips and leaning in to my elf. I had so many women, it was hard to find the time with any of them. I had to make these moments. I had to reward them when they did good. It was only fair.

I was their Lord.

Hagane and I pressed cheek to cheek. Her cool, smooth flesh felt wondrous on my face, the stubble rasping on her metallic skin. We came closer and closer to Fara’s hairless pussy, her folds dripping with her nectar. The flowery aroma had my mouth watering.

We kissed Fara’s pussy together. Our lips pressed on that delicious folds and licked. My tongue and Hagane’s stroked up those folds. Fara whimpered, her head throwing back. Her ears twitched in delight as we lapped at her again and again.

She had such a wonderful taste. This delicious flavor that suffused my taste buds. I groaned, savoring the delight. My tongue caressed over her again and again. I licked with delight at her twat, caressing her with hunger.

“Oh, Lord Leo,” moaned Fara. “And Hagane… Ooh, you two… Moldy leaves, that’s delicious.”

“Licking your pussy is delicious,” I groaned and thrust my tongue into her depths. I swirled about in her, massaging her pussy walls. She gasped, her cunt clenching down on me.

“Mmm, so delicious, Fauraliiithiliana,” Hagane groaned. Her tongue flicked against the elf’s bud. She suckled on it. I heard something buzzing. Was that her tongue?

“Rotten roots!” gasped Fara. Her entire body bucked. “Hagane… The things you can do with your body. Oh, you sweet animated statue! Yes, yes!”

Her pussy clenched down on my tongue as Hagane used her vibrating mouth to pleasure Fara. I soaked in those flowery juices, savoring the taste of my elf. I fucked in and out of her cunt as the buzzing from Hagane’s mouth increased in volume.

The sounds that Fara made echoed through her office. Her bed creaked as she trembled. She whimpered and groaned, her black hair dancing around her pale face. Those beautiful, big eyes squeezed shut as she groaned.

“Moldy leaves, I’m going to cum!” she gasped. “You’re vibrating my clit. Hagane! Hagane! And Lord Leo… Your tongue is so deep in my pussy. That’s wondrous. You two… Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to explode!”

“Good,” I groaned, loving the humming sound of Hagane’s tongue.

My tongue danced through Fara’s pussy, stimulating her. She trembled, her breasts quivering. The flavor of her nectar soaked my tongue. It was fantastic. My tongue stirred her up. I loved the flavor of her. The wondrous taste filled my mouth.

My lips worked on her labia as she trembled. Hagane didn’t let up with her vibrating tongue. She kept applying it to the elf. Fara whimpered, her head tossing from side to side. Her supple thigh pressed my cheek tighter against Hagane’s cheek.

“Yes!” gasped Fara. “Rotten roots. You two… I… I’m cumming!”

Her pussy convulsed around my tongue. I loved the way she rippled. She fell back on the bed, squirming and writhing as her nectar poured out into my mouth. Hagane’s buzzing tongue stopped humming. She moved her lips down, joining me in drinking that flood.

“Goddamn, that’s good,” I groaned.

“It is,” Hagane purred. “Mmm, Fara, you taste so good.”

“You feel so amazing,” gasped the elf, her body bucking as she squirmed on her back.

Hagane and I licked at her. Lapped at her. My dick ached and throbbed. I had to fuck her. As Fara shuddered through her bliss, I pulled my mouth away from her. Hagane kept licking at Fara’s delicious pussy, but I had to fuck her.

“Sit on her face, Hagane,” I groaned. “Plant that metal cunt right on her mouth.”

“Yes, Leo,” Hagane said. She almost had no emotion, but I could tell she was happy. It was in the slightest inflection in her voice. My reserved animated statue rose and crawled over Fara’s body.

“I don’t have a magic tongue,” moaned the elf, “but I’ll do my best.”

“Mmm, your tongue is very magical,” said Hagane. “Every woman you eat out cums. And isn’t that a wicked power to have?”

“You flatter, Hagane,” the elf said as I brought my dick to her pussy.

“Fara,” I asked as I pressed my cock into her pussy, “can humans and elves breed?”

“It has been known to happen,” she said. “My kind rarely wants anything to do with humans. Too short-lived for us. Some of us think you’re nothing more than pigs, since dungeon builders appear to be human.”

“Good,” I said and thrust my cock into her pussy.

Fara groaned as Hagane turned around to face me. Cream gleamed on her metallic lips as she planted her cunt on Fara’s face. The elf’s cunt clamped down on my dick, holding me in her hot embrace. My hands stroked her sides up to her small breast.

I rubbed at her little mounds, stroking her. She had such small nipples that I pinched as I drew back my cock. She moaned into Hagane’s metallic cunt. I groaned, savoring that wonderful cunt massaging my dick. I buried back into her pussy.

“Oh, yes, Lord Leo!” my elf moaned, her fertile twat squeezing about me. “That’s such a delight. Oh, Lord Leo, yes, yes, I love it when your cock is in me.”

“Mmm, it is a treat,” I groaned, pumping away at her cunt. “You did amazing, Fara. You and Hagane both.”

“I just checked her work,” moaned Hagane. “And taught her algebra.”

“Such an amazing thing,” whimpered Fara. “It makes math so much simpler.”

“Never thought of it that way,” I muttered, drilling into Fara’s pussy.

Her cunt squeezed about me in such an exciting way. She clamped down hard on me. The silky caress of her pussy massaged my tip. The pleasure shot down to my balls. The pressure grew there. I loved how it swelled me towards something amazing. A big burst of pleasure.

I would shower her cunt in my cum. Just flood her fertile womb with my jizz. I pumped at her. I thrust harder. Faster. It was incredible to enjoy the way her twat gripped me. She felt amazing about me. Just such a joy.

I plowed into her hard and fast. I thrust to the hilt in her cunt with such passion. She groaned, her twat holding me tight. She gripped me with the passion of her snatch. My balls smacked into her taint as they filled with the pressure.

“Goddamn, you got a cunt, Fara,” I groaned. “I love your elf-pussy.”

“Mmm, and I love your big human-cock,” she moaned into Hagane’s pussy.

The animated statue shuddered, my distorted reflection gleaming across her small tits and stomach. She arched her back and thrust her arms over her head, the fine wires that made her hair rustling. I grinned at her, loving how beautiful she was.

I leaned forward. Hagane, smiling, did the same. I kissed her, savoring the feel of the Japanese monster girl’s lips on mine. The flavor of Fara’s pussy seasoned our kiss with its sweetness. I thrust my tongue into Hagane’s mouth.

She slid her arms around my neck, moaning into my lips. She felt so wonderful against me. Such a treat to enjoy as I buried my cock into Fara’s pussy. Her tight cunt brought me closer and closer to that moment of eruption.

“Lord Leo,” Fara moaned into Hagane’s pussy. “Mmm, this is such a sweet reward.”

It was. It absolutely was. I loved every moment of it. Every last second of burying into her. I fucked into her hard and fast. My nuts slapped into her body. Her cunt squeezed around me, swelling that ache at the tip.
My tongue danced with Hagane’s. She whimpered into the kiss.

All three of us hurtled towards our orgasm. I slammed to the hilt in Hagane’s cunt, loving the way her snatch squeezed about me. She held me with such passion. I loved every moment of it. I plunged to the hilt in her. I fucked her hard and fast, plowing my dick into her snatch.

I broke the kiss. “Fuck, Fara, your pussy…”

“I know!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, Lord Leo!”

Her cunt went wild around my dick. Her twat spasmed around my cock as I drew back. She suckled at me. I stared into Hagane’s steely eyes. They trembled. Her head threw back and she gasped out her pleasure.

“Fauraliiithiliana,” whimpered Hagane. “Yes!”

“Oh, your pussy tastes so good!” Fara moaned, her cunt sucking at me.

I buried into her and grunted, “Fuck!”

I erupted into her. I fired my cum into her pussy. I spurted over and over into my elf’s cunt. Her flesh rippled around me. She spasmed and suckled at me. The pleasure rushed into my mind. The hammering passion crashed into my thoughts.

Stars burst across my vision, dancing around Hagane’s gorgeous face. My dick erupted over and over into Fara’s pussy. The elf milked me. Her wonderful twat suckled out my cum. I groaned, spurting into her snatch over and over again.

“Oh, damn,” I groaned as I emptied my balls into her fertile pussy. I couldn’t breed my monster girls, but Halia and Fara… I could breed them. I shuddered, savoring that passion as I pumped her full of my spunk. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Mmm, it is,” panted Hagane.

“Thank you, Lord Leo,” moaned Fara. “Mmm, I love it when I have your cum in me.”

I grinned. “Let’s get the dungeon driven towards—”

“Lord Leo,” Du’s voice sang in my mind. “We have found the new dungeon. There are lemures guarding the entrance, but we’re too sneaky for them. They haven’t seen us at all!”

Chapter Seven

“Du,” I ordered, this burst of excitement shooting through me, “you stay behind to watch for any attacks that might launch from the dungeon. The rest, come back to Astovin.”

I marched out of Fara’s office as the wildhounds yipped, “Yes, Lord Leo!”

I entered the living area and found my women gathering. Halia was back from her training. Her new recruits had their own barracks that were off the living area. It was a space that could be expanded to provide more room for them as they grew.

“Du found the dungeon builder that just arrived,” I said to my women. Garnet wasn’t here, she must be off playing in the dungeon, but the rest were.

“What are you going to do about him?” Lana Fulmine asked, setting down her knitting. Was it a robe? It was getting big and made of the same gray material that I normally wore.

“Talk to him,” I said. “Make him understand that he doesn’t have to attack the locals. That we can be friends and allies to those in this world.”

“And if he doesn’t want to cooperate?” my mother asked. She gave me a concerned look, her green eyes penetrating. She stood up, her large breasts jiggling and leaf-green hair swaying about her shoulders.

I took a deep breath. “Then I will eliminate him.”

“Damn,” Crystal said, staring at me with shock. “Didn’t know you had that in you, little bro.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Maya asked. Her brow knitted.

“It makes sense,” Hagane said from behind me. “If this dungeon builder does not cooperate, then he will only be a rival. If he already has such a destructive mindset after just arriving, he will be a threat. Better to end him now.”

“Yeah, that’s what I would do,” Nina Naughty said. My devil rubbed her hands together.

“It sucks,” Terra said. “But this isn’t our world. Things don’t go peacefully here.”

“This is the best way to handle such dungeon builders,” Halia said, her braid of black hair sweeping down her back. She wore her armor, the Blessed Sword of Light on her waist.

“You should at least wait for him to do something… dangerous,” said my mother. “Maybe he can change his mind. He might reject you out of concern or fear, not out of a desire for blood-lust.”

“Play it by ear,” suggested Maya. “If he’s a hostile bully, take him out. If he says no out of caution, give him time. You have the forces to keep a watch on his dungeon. He makes a move, destroy him.”

“It’s wise, Lord Leo,” said Fara.

I nodded. “Halia and Hagane, you’re with me. We’ll take the zombie horses out to see him.”

“Me?” Hagane said. “I understand Halia. She is a native. Your first recruit. But why me? I am not your favorite companion. Would not your mother, Lana Fulmine, or Maya be a better choice?”

“Not our little sister,” my older sister asked in amusement. “She’s his real favorite.”

My cheeks burned. Well, Garnet was… Garnet. I couldn’t help but spoil her. I cleared my throat. “I choose you because I want you to view this meeting dispassionately. To observe him. I might get… emotional. Your judgment is what will seal his fate.”

“Very well,” Hagane said.

“Lana Fulmine, Mrs. Lucina, Nina, and Garnet will fly with us,” I said. “Garnet, meet us at the stables.”

“But unicorn riding, big bro!” my little sister answered.

“Still?” I asked.

“It’s so much fun!”

“Well, if you don’t want to come along with us to visit another dungeon builder and watch my back, that’s okay,” I said. “I’ll take Vaivory instead.”

“No, no, I’ll come! Ooh, this sounds fun. We’re going to conquer another dungeon, kweh, heh, heh.”

The ones I named rose. I would take more, but I planned on traveling fast. I grabbed my gray robe, and Maya helped me strap on my breastplate over it. Terra handed me the lightning spear and planted a kiss on my lips.

“Stay safe, Leo,” she said. “Don’t let this dungeon builder get the drop on you. He might be new, but he can still be dangerous.”

“Mmm, so is my number one fan,” said Lana Fulmine. “You should have seen him fighting Mthunzi. It was something to witness.”

I rolled my shoulders in embarrassment. “Let’s go. We have a lot of ground to cover.”

We hurried through the dungeon to the stables where Garnet was waiting. She bounced up and down, her red wings fluttering. She had pussy cream just all over her. The unicorns must have been squirting in a circle around her or something. She put her hands on her hips when we appeared and gave the cheesiest Anime villain laugh of all time.

“Let’s go and conquer, big bro!” Garnet whooped, thrusting her arm in the air, her black pigtails dancing.

“Should we tell her that we’re just going to talk?” Nina Naughty asked Lana Fulmine, my two stars standing side by side.

“Why confuse her?” Lana answered, her wings of crackling lightning twitching behind her.

“I can hear you!” Garnet huffed. She puffed out her cheeks. “Big bro, they’re picking on me.”

“Yes,” I said, grinning. “Shall we get going? You’re going to be my vanguard, Garnet, flying ahead of me looking all cute and sexy.”

“Ooh, I can do that,” she said and spun around, wiggling her cute rump at me, her demonic tail swishing back and forth. She slapped her ass-cheeks. “Mmm, that’s an ass that men will die for.”

“Or eat out,” Nina Naughty said.

“Only my big bro gets to eat my ass out!” Garnet declared. “And his huge harem of sexy monster girls and hotties like Halia.”

I mounted my zombie horse. Still didn’t smell. It was… strange being on an undead horse. It didn’t feel right. I wanted to get off him right away, but Morana was correct. This was the solution we needed. For now. I really wanted to figure out how those teleportation circles we found in Meskalamdug’s lair worked.

I heeled my horse and galloped down the tunnel to Astovin. Garnet winged before me. The others were behind me. It felt like I had just been in Astovin. Twice in one day was a record for me. I rode up the slope into the main building and out into the streets. Garnet soared above the village, soon joined by Mrs. Lucina, Lina Fulmine, and Nina Naughty.

The villagers all smiled at me and waved. Children chased after us, laughing. I waved to them. I smiled. This was such a delight to be loved. I started to get why politicians were such slimy gits. They wanted to keep this and would do whatever shady shit they could to keep it.

The rock elementals guarded the north gate. Hraniti and Marmur were on watch. They bowed to me as we rode out the gate where the wildhounds were waiting. They yipped and yapped around us, not disturbing the horses at all.

“Marwo, lead on!” I cried.

“Yes, Lord Leo!” she answered.

She darted down the road that led north through the valley, passing farms where more of my followers worked. We galloped after the wildhounds scampering on all fours. The wildhounds could run fast and their petite bodies let them navigate the wilderness with ease.

Garnet flew in front of me, hovering over Marwo. Her tail swished behind her as she glided on her red, leathery wings. She flapped them occasionally. The other fliers had spread out and flew higher to act as a guard. Hagane and Halia rode side by side behind me, the rest of the wildhounds encircling us.

I wondered what the Astovinians thought about seeing me charging off with my monster girls on my zombie steeds. I had my armor on, my lightning spear shoved through the straps of the saddles. Did my followers think I was riding off to war?

I felt like it. This nervousness built in me as we headed north at a fast gallop. The zombie horses had unlimited stamina and the wildhounds could run all day. Soon, the farms ended as we reached a hilly country that was covered in trees with waxy leaves.

“Wild olive trees,” Halia said. “This used to be a prosperous orchard, but it was too far from Astovin. Too dangerous with dungeon builders, so it was abandoned. They’re still growing.”

Clusters of green olives were growing on the trees we rode through. If we could get this dungeon builder on our side, maybe this land could be reclaimed. I hoped so. Olives were a valuable cash crop. I learned that in class.

The olive oil, which was still used today as the best for cooking, had been used as a lamp oil before electricity. We were riding through untapped fortune as we moved through the hills. Marwo led us on what looked like a game trail until we came to a rocky outcropping with a cave.

I reined up as Du popped out of her hiding spot. There was no hiding us. Garnet and the other fliers circled above it. The guards were lemures. I recognized them from my Void Crystal. They were Level 1 Death monster girls. Slender, small-breasted women with black skin and glowing white eyes. Their manes of hair had a similar white glow to them, the color such a contrast from their midnight skin. Matching pubic hair grew thick on the crouches. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they had sharp claws.

And they looked worried as we approached, my wildhounds providing a screen between us and them. I reached the entrance to the dungeon and stopped. I dismounted, leaving my spear behind. I didn’t have a single spell cast on me.

But I was ready to defend myself.

The lemures watched me nervously. Two more appeared out of the darkness of the cave. Somewhere would be a door that led into the dungeon. I moved forward until I felt on the very edge of his territory. I could feel the enemy Void Crystal. This was my first time approaching another’s dungeon so cautiously.

I had just charged into Jindag’s dungeon without a care in the world.

I concentrated my thoughts on the dungeon builder inside to speak to him as Fuegin did that day he visited my dungeon. “I am Leo, a fellow dungeon builder, and I wish to speak with your lord.”

“Let me speak to my lord,” the Soul of the Void Crystal answered.

I waited, the lemures staring at me. They looked scared but serious. They were shy monster girls, as I recalled from inspecting them in my Crystal. I had rejected using them as guards of Astovin, but they probably would have worked out fine now that I saw them.

Halia and Hagane formed up around me while my fliers landed on the ground. I didn’t want to intimidate him, but I wanted him to know that I had a large harem with lots of different monster girls. Fuegin had the balls to show up with just his cherfu.

I flushed with embarrassment. Maybe I should have just come with Halia and Hagane. Too late now.

“H-hello?” a nervous voice spoke in my mind. A male.

“Hi,” I said, wanting my thoughts to sound calm and confidant, “I would like to have a meeting with you face to face. I mean you no harm today. I just want to talk. I’m Leo.”

“Siwang,” the nervous voice answered.

Was I that scared when Fuegin came? Yeah, I was.

“You want to meet with me? How do I know this isn’t a trap? I’ve been warned!”

The words that Fuegin promised me rang in my mind. “I swear by my Void Crystal that I, Leo, and my vassals, Halia and Hagane, shall not harm you or yours. I ask leave to enter your dungeon and be granted safe passage to your presence.”

There was a long pause as his Soul of the Void Crystal explained to him how that promise worked. That it was binding. I hoped it would be enough to convince him to let me in.

“I swear by my Void Crystal that you shall have safe passage to me and be allowed to leave unmolested so long as you do nothing to threaten or harm myself or my vassals,” Siwang answered, still sounding unsure of himself.

“Agreed,” I answered. “Okay, everyone but Halia and Hagane, you stay out here.”

“But big bro!” Garnet gasped. She bounced in place, her tail swishing hard behind her. “I should go. I’m your dark and sexy succubus-general!”

Since when?

“I don’t want to spook him with too many monster girls,” I said.

“So leave Hagane behind.” Garnet puffed out her cheeks.

“Hagane is cool and rational,” I said. “And you’ll just be a brat.”

She grinned. “Kweh, heh, heh, I’ll be the biggest brat ever! You know me too well, big bro.”

“Why is she proud of that?” Nina Naughty asked Lana Fulmine.

“I think her mother dropped her on her head,” said Lana Fulmine. “Many times.”

“I’m not brain-damaged!” Garnet gasped. “Big bro!”

“You guys sort it out,” I said, marching forward. I felt myself enter the dungeon, the magic of my promise pressing down on me. “I have to speak with Siwang. Little more important.”

“Mrs. Lucina!” Garnet wailed and fled to the angel. “Lana and Nina are being mean to me again.”

Garnet buried her face into the angel’s big tits, the Darkness monster girl and the Light coming together. The angel hugged her as Garnet just rubbed her face back and forth between those soft, heavenly breasts.

“She just wanted to play with Mrs. Lucina’s tits,” Lana said. “She’s not even hurt. Look at her tail swishing.”

“She’s a horny one,” my devil said, her matching tail slashing the air. “Want to play with my tits, Lana.”

“We’re supposed to be on guard in case Leo needs us,” Lana said. “Someone has to take this seriously.”

I smiled as the lemures stared at me. Then the two newcomers beckoned and led us to a cleverly hidden door. He had made a gap in the wall but hid it through an optical illusion. It looked like a whole wall until you got close enough to see the break and realize part of the cave wall was closer than the back. It was a good way to hide it, shaping the wall in just the right way that a casual inspection would miss it.

So why even have lemures in here if he hid the entrance? They gave away that this was a dungeon. If he was careful, he could have gone on undetected. I don’t think he fully grasped the threats arrayed against him.

The poor guy. I used to be naïve like him.

There was a heavy, iron door hidden in the break that the lemure opened. We stepped into the dungeon. It looked much like mine. We were led around death traps and through a few winding corridors. We passed through a room that had a spectral mist to it and probably would sap our life from us if we weren’t protected.

“It’s a quaint dungeon,” Halia said. “Rather like yours when my friends and I attacked it.”

“Yeah,” I said. “No sprawling, multi-level labyrinth. It’s cozy.”

The lemures looked back at me and gave us strange looks.

“Sorry, sorry,” I said. “We all have to start out small, don’t we. No disrespect to Lord Siwang.”

One of the lemures nodded. She moved faster, her glowing hair swaying down her back to her curving rump. She was cute. It made me want to create some lemures of my own.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

She glanced back at me in shock.

“I’m Leo. This is Halia,” I pointed to my paladin in her golden armor, “and Hagane. She’s my Metal companion.”

“Crna,” said the lemure who looked back. “And she’s Belo.”

“It’s a pleasure to be meet you, Crna and Belo.”

“It is,” Halia said. “I am glad to be here. I very much want to talk to your lord. He has a chance to do something groundbreaking.”

The two lemures traded looks and kept watching.

It wasn’t long before we reached heavy doors that bled spectral mist. They were guarded with a final deathtrap. Not that it affected the lemures. They pushed it open with ease onto a room made of black stone. It was an octagon with pillars of contrasting white supporting the ceiling. In the middle, a young, Chinese man sat on a throne of bone.

Wrapped in black robes, he studied me. He wore his black hair slicked back and had pale-olive skin like Hagane did in her other life. He looked slender and I thought I saw the impression of glasses on his nose, like he had worn them all his life but no longer.

A second throne sat beside him with a tall and busty beauty. A mature woman, a MILF with white hair that fell around her black body. She didn’t glow like the lemures, though she did have the needle-like claws at her fingers. Black mist spilled off her and she didn’t look quite substantial. Not like my ghost, but I had the feeling she was more spirit than flesh.

“Thank you for meeting with me, Siwang,” I said, nodding to him. “This is Halia, my paladin. She’s a local human.”

“A pleasure to greet you, Lord Siwang,” Halia said, sweeping a bow.

“And this is Hagane, one of my companions.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Lord Siwang,” Hagane said, also bowing.

Siwang swallowed and gripped the bone armrest with tight fingers. “It’s, uh… nice to meet you, Leo. And, uh, Halia and Hagane.”

“What is your intention with my son?” asked the monster girl, more of the black mist spilling down her black body.

“To talk,” I said. “I did not get your name, madam.”

“Xiongbu,” she said, the name coming out musical.

“Your companion is Metal?” asked Siwang. “I’ve just gotten here a few days ago, and this is all so overwhelming. My mother has been a big help, but I am a little out of my depths. Are you… here to help me? Or are you going to…?”

“I am just here to talk,” I said, smiling. “I heard reports of lemures attacking the local farms.”

“Just to steal food,” gasped Siwang. “So I can eat. There’s no way to produce food. I told them not to harm the farmers if possible.”

“You’ve been raiding farms that are under my protection,” I said. “The village of Astovin and its surrounding farms are all mine.”

Panic swept over his face. “I didn’t know.”

“Are you here to threaten my son?” Xiongbu demanded. She rose, her large tits jiggling. She had delicate cheekbones of a Chinese woman, and I could see that legendary “dragon mother” fury in her eyes.

She would not let me threaten her son.

“I’m not here to punish your son, Lady Xiongbu,” I said, raising my hands in a placating gesture. This was so surreal. Was this how Fuegin felt when dealing with me. That scared kid who didn’t know what was going on. Why he was here. What his purpose was. “I’m here to recruit you.”

Xiongbu blinked her eyes and sank back onto her throne.

“Recruit?” Siwang asked. “Into some sort of league or something?”

“Or something,” I said. “You see, us dungeon builders were brought here for a reason by the Incarnation. She’s that woman that begged for your help before you died. The Soul of your Void Crystal is a piece of her, but an incomplete one. She wants something from us, but we’re still trying to figure that out.”

“The problem, Lord Siwang,” Halia said, stepping up beside me, “is that dungeon builders offend the people of my world. They see you as invaders. Dangerous. Adventurers like me would hunt down the newest dungeon builders to kill them before they can become threats that conquer whole nations. You are at war with my world just by being here. Most new dungeon builders are defeated in a month or two.”

Siwang swallowed. His mother put her hand over his in a comforting gesture.

“They want to kill us because of what we do to the mana veins,” I added. “We dam them up and can even destroy them. Beyond that, many dungeon builders become tyrants. The trauma of defending yourself will drive you to be proactive. To gather power. To make yourself safe by conquering land and oppressing people.”

“Is that what you did to this village of Astovin?” asked Xiongbu, accusation in her voice.

“He did not,” Halia said. “My village was not conquered by him. He defended us from other threats. Another dungeon builder who was a vile rapist who kidnapped our women. When I attacked Leo’s dungeon, he spared my life to talk to me. He wants to create peace between my world and you dungeon builders.”

I nodded. “I want to do something different. Over four thousand years, dungeon builders have been coming to this world and wreaking havoc. They have conquered nations, murdered millions. These people live in a state of fear of a new dungeon popping up outside their community. In the valley around Astovin, you’re the fourth dungeon that I know about in the few months I’ve been here. And the rest of the world is like this.

“It has to stop!”

Siwang stared at me with this studious look. Was I getting through to him?

“I want to work with the people of this world and show them that we don’t have to be tyrants. That we don’t have to fight them. That’s what breaks most of us. Those of us who are good men, like us, Siwang, are broken by the pain that having to fight to survive inflicts on us. It carves deep wounds into our hearts. Makes it easier to kill. To oppress. To become a tyrant. It’s a vicious cycle of violence that I will break!”

“That’s very… admirable,” he said. “And the dungeon builders that don’t have good hearts.”

Fury rippled through me at that bastard Jindag. “The ones who already delight in hurting others, who are already bullies and dicks and assholes before arriving just become absolute monsters. Sadists who revel in the destruction they cause. I’ve faced them. Jindag. Mthunzi. The Twins. I killed them. I will put down any dungeon builder that’s a threat to the people of this world!”

Siwang swallowed. He took his mother’s hand and smiled at her. “I don’t want that. To be a despot or a bully. I just…” He swallowed, his eyes misting with emotion. “I am just glad to be free of my death bed. To be healthy for the first time in a decade.”

“My Siwang is vital again,” his mother said. The deathly monster girl had tears in her eyes. “He withered away for so many years, fighting against leukemia. He kept beating it, but it kept coming back until…” Tears spilled down her eyes. “Hours after he passed, he summoned me here. Summoned me to a world where he can have a second chance. He’s a good man, Lord Leo. We just want to be in peace”

“You won’t have peace for much longer,” Halia said. “Word of your dungeon is out. Adventurers live to raid them, especially the new ones. There is money to be made. Your Void Crystal is worth a fortune to the mages of the world. There’s prestige to be earned. Those who make a name for themselves are celebrated. Heroes.”

“The movie stars and pop stars of this world,” Hagane added.

“You will be dead in a month. I don’t want that.” Halia shook her head. “Not if you’re a good man, Lord Siwang. Making peace is why I am working with Leo. It’s the only way this will end. We want to create something better. To help dungeon builders become the allies of this world, not their enemies.”

“You will still be attacked, but I want to help defend you.” I took a step forward, smiling. “To work with you.”

“And what if you attack me?” he demanded. “What if this was a ruse just to see my defenses. You want my Glyph. I know you’ll get it if you kill me!”

“I already have it,” I said. “Pain retreats, let the chill of Lady Ereshkigal sustain!”

The deathly cold fell on me, numbing away the pain in my ass from galloping for the last two hours straight.

“That’s Endure Pain,” Siwang said. “I know that spell. You…” He relaxed. “You have already gained the death glyph.”

“Yeah, maybe I should have brought Morana,” I said, rubbing at the back of my neck as this sheepish embarrassment fell on me. “She’s my Death companion. A banshee.”

“My mother’s a wraith,” said Siwang. “They’re different.”

“They tend to be.” I smiled. “My darkness companion is a succubus.”

“A bratty succubus,” Halia said playfully.

“But Mthunzi, the dungeon builder who attacked me in my first few days had a fomorian for his.” Usiku has been with me longer than even Garnet. Only Lana Fulmine had been with me longer. It was strange to remember she used to be another’s. “It seems our companions are unique, though, I imagine, you’ll find duplicates out there.”

Siwang didn’t look amuse. “You have killed other dungeon builders.”

I nodded. “Four of them.”

“Lord Leo has never killed a dungeon builder, a saint, or an adventurer that didn’t attack him or his people,” said Hagane, her voice full of such emotion. “He is a great man who just wants to make an alliance with you.”

“To be your friend,” I said.

“He defended Astovin from being attacked,” Halia said and sank to one knee. “He saved my home from being massacred. I am proud to be his woman.”

“I wish to be your friend,” I continued. “I am even looking for a way to get a new glyph without having to fight. I promise I will share this with you. I want you to be allies. In fact, I want you to come with me to Astovin and meet the people there. They’re your neighbors. You should get to know them. See what great people they are. They will trade you food. No more having to steal it.”

“How do I know you aren’t tricking me?” Siwang asked. “You just appeared with all these promises.”

“Like I’m some slimy guy selling bibles door to door.” I chuckled. “I get it.” How to convince him? “When I first started, this powerful dungeon builder named Fuegin appeared before me. He could have easily destroyed my dungeon with just him and his single companion.”

“He has conquered whole nations,” Halia growled. She hadn’t forgotten who had killed her father. The first time, anyways.

“He didn’t kill me. He offered me the hand of friendship. He wants to work with me to figure out why we’re here, and while we’re not allies like I want you and me to be, he is the example that I want to follow. I’m not going to kill you because I hate it. It’s wrong. Even when I’m forced to, I despise it. Believe me, I could crush your dungeon with a fraction of my power, but that would be evil. Make me a tyrant. A bully.” Disgust filled my voice. “That’s not who I want to be. I’m Leo Baldwin, and I choose to be a good man.”

I stepped forward and thrust out my hand to him.

“Who do you want to be, Siwang?”

He stared at my hand and swallowed. His breathing quickened. He stood up, his black robes swirling around him, and reached out to take my hand. His grip was firm, his palms sweaty. We stared into each other’s eyes.

“A good man,” he croaked.

Joy burst inside of me. A smile slid on my lips. I pulled him close and hugged him like a brother, slapping his back for a moment. Then I broke apart from him. He breathed heavily, but he was grinning, too. His mother nodded her approval.

“So, will you come with me to Astovin tonight? I swear on my Void Crystal that I will protect you and your dungeon.” Something tingled over my skin. That was a very binding promise.

“Okay,” he said.

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