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Chapter Twenty-One

Ghosts were the best way.

I had extended a tunnel from Outpost Voashire South beneath the city and the temple. It wasn’t hard to locate it. I shifted Duhot and her ghosts beneath there along with High Priestess Lysila and all my main companions to protect her.

“Duhot, begin your search,” I said.

“Yes, my Lord,” she said.

Fara and my queen were both in the Vault. Nilli had come for a visit when the preparations were underway. So I just invited her to watch. I made a comfy chair fit for an elven queen to sit upon. She knelt there, her legs crossed.

“And your ghosts can infiltrate the temple?” asked Nilli.

“They are quite adept at scouting,” said Fara. She sat at another chair before a desk, working on something.

“And the priestess is there to touch the sword?” Nilli asked.

“Yep,” I said. “I can’t touch it, nor can any builders. Only a non-builder. You could touch it.”

“If you ever need me to,” she said. “I am ready.”

“You’re the queen of Kalianiathrastia. You’re too important to risk.”

She smiled at me. “And your high priestess is not valuable.”

“She is,” I said. “She’s devoted to me.” I focused on the priestess and my companions. “Are you ready, Lysila?”

“I am,” she said.

“You will be well protected,” I told her.

“We won’t let her get hurt,” said Crystal, my big sister.

The twelve women I loved most were protecting my high priestess. I stood before my Void Crystal, ready to drive up the dungeon into the Life Temple. I breathed slowly. If the dragon activated, would Lysila really get to safety?

“This temple is full of food stores,” said Ipalsi, one of the ghosts. “Just bags and bags of grain.”

“Yes, yes, they keep all their food here,” Nevidena said. “There are spells on it. I can feel it. I don’t like it here. Life abounds. It’s dangerous for us.”

“Shit, I didn’t think of that,” I muttered. “Are you in pain?”

“We are yours,” Duhot said. “Pain does not matter. We will not fail you.”

I breathed slowly, Fara’s pen scratching away. Her phoenix quill burned into her new journal. She was researching something. Fara’s parents were involved. Her mother and father had resettled into the dungeon. I built them their own home like I had for the dwarven miners sworn to me or the farmers who worked the underground fields. Of course, all the houses in Astovin were also part of my dungeon, all its citizens living in the domain.

They were so comfortable in it.

Part of King Thanitis’s palace and Queen Nilli’s, too, were my dungeon. All those allowed to enter those portions of their palaces had to be sworn to me. My monster girls guarded them. It was so strange to think just how far my dungeon encompassed.

“My, my, is it always this… nerve-wracking waiting?” asked Queen Nilli.

“Yep,” I said.

“This is why I work,” Fara said, wisps of smoke rising from her journal.

“We found it!” Duhot all but shouted in her mournful tone. “Shift your dungeon thirty paces to the east and ten paces north. The staircase must rise a dozen paces. It’s small. Hidden.”

Was it really that easy? I breathed out and said, “Here we go.”

“It will be fine,” Souleen said as I moved the dungeon.

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“Incoming stairs,” Leo spoke in Crystal’s mind. “Now.”

Stairs just appeared before her. Crystal grinned, forming ice daggers and charging up into a small storeroom. The ghosts were there, half in the walls. They looked about, eyes scanning. Crystal was ready for a trap.

For the Life dragon to attack them.

Terra was up second, followed by Hagane, and Mrs. Lucina. Garnet popped up, her shadowy dildo in hand, ready to beat a dragon. Alizee, Morana, Ms. Trueno, Mom, Nina Naughty, Maya, and Lana Fulmine. Following the lightning sprite came the human priestess.

High Priestess Lysila wore her blue robes, her black hair falling around behind her. She moved toward the sword on the wall. It was an elegant blade with a golden hilt. She touched it and gasped, trembling in awe.

“This is it,” she said. “Lord Leo, it’s the Blessed Blade of Life. It’s truly here.”

“Let’s get out of here,” said Alizee. “This is creepy.”

Crystal slapped Duhot on the ass, grinning at the translucent ghost. “Good work.”

Priestess Lysila darted down the stairs, clutching the sword to her. Crystal looked around, waiting for the shoe to drop as the other monster girls rushed down the stairs. She moved backward with Terra, the rear guard with the ghosts. The others were down.

Crystal glanced at Terra, arching an eyebrow.

“Guess we got lucky,” Terra said and rushed down the stairs.

Crystal followed, shocked by how painless it was.

The ghost melted through the floor as Crystal reached the base of the dungeon. “Dirty boy, all your monster girls are safely tucked in your dungeon along with one priestess and a dumb sword.”

“Good,” he said, the stairs vanishing.

Then Crystal stood in the Vault with the other companions and Lysila. Queen Nilli, Crystal’s sister-in-law, rose from her chair. She peered at the blade in the priestess’s hand. The elf reached out with trembling fingers and touched it.

“Oh, my,” she said. “I was never permitted to touch the Blessed Sword of Wind while we held it. This is… I mean… It’s truly here.”

“Truly,” said High Priestess Lysila. “Now you just have to reach the Shrine of Life.”

“On Fuegin’s doorstep,” Nina Naughty said.

“That’s why the dirty boy has been holding back,” said Crystal. “Right, Duhot.”

“Yes,” the ghost said.

“In the meantime,” the high priestess said and entered the Goddess Room. Crystal glanced inside. Lady Sherida and Lady Ninli lay on their beds. The Blessed Blades of Metal and Wind were on hooks hanging on the wall. The Blessed Blade of Life joined them. Three blades. The shrines had to be reached, soon. “There. Safe and sound.”

“Yep,” Crystal said and turned to Duhot. “Good work, sexy.”

The ghost gave a mournful shrug, her breasts quivering.

Crystal cupped Duhot’s ethereal face. The ghosts could determine when the material world could interact with them. Duhot felt warm to Crystal. Though the ghosts existed at the same temperature as the space they occupied, Crystal was frozen.

She was made of ice. Living ice.

Crystal broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. “You deserve a reward, Duhot. You and your ghosts!”

“Lady Crystal,” the ghost moaned as the ice sprite nuzzled between the ghost’s spectral thighs. “You are too gracious. I just love to… Yes!”

Crystal licked at the ghost’s pussy.

A faintly sweet taste, like the memory of pussy, filled Crystal’s mouth. She tongued that twat, licking and lapping with such delight. The ghost moaned, her round breasts jiggling. She moaned, grinding her twat on the ice sprite’s face.

“That’s hot,” growled Crystal’s dirty boy. Her little brother gripped her hips and nuzzled his molten cock into her pussy. He felt so hot to her, even more than the ghost. “Shit, yes!”

His incestuous cock rammed into her pussy.

Crystal moaned, enjoying that wonderful dick in her. It felt so good to her to have his hot shaft in her frozen cunt. She squeezed her pussy down on his cock and tongued the ghost’s spectral pussy. She licked up that delicious cunt cream.

She stroked up and down her as her little brother drew back his dick. She moaned in delight, savoring that hot shaft. He thrust back into her snatch. She moaned in delight, plunging her tongue deep into the ghost’s pussy.

She swirled around in her, stirring her up. It was just such a delight to do that. The ghost moaned, her head tossing as she enjoyed having her cunt devoured. Crystal savored doing the devouring. She licked and lapped with such passion at that hot pussy.

“Lady Crystal!” the ghost moaned, her voice echoing through the hall.

“Yes, yes, Lady Garnet,” whimpered Dusata, another ghost.

“Pussy!” Crystal’s little sister moaned as she devoured Dusata.

“Oh, my, that’s so wonderful, my Queen,” groaned Nevidena. “You honor me with your tongue!”

“You served my husband today,” the queen purred. “You deserve this.”

“Dark Lady Morana!” gasped out Grobi. “Oh, Dark Lady!”

“Lady Baldwin!” whimpered Ipalsi, the last ghost. “Oh, Lady Baldwin.”

“You deserve this,” Mom purred. “You served my son so well today.”

Crystal loved the sounds. The orgy raged around them. Priestess Lysila gasped out in delight. So did the other monster girls. The ghosts’ mournful delight echoed around them all. It made Crystal shudder, her pussy clamping down on her little brother’s cock.

She tongued Duhot’s cunt with all that she had. She enjoyed licking and lapping at her. She stroked through that hot fold, lapping with all that she had at the ghost’s faintly sweet pussy as that hot dick fucked her hard.

“Shit,” her brother growled, fucking her cunt hard and fast. “Oh, fuck, that’s good. That’s so good!”

Crystal moaned her agreement, her cunt gripping her little brother’s dick. He fucked her hard and fast, melting her cunt. Her icy snatch heated up. She thrust her tongue deep into the ghost’s translucent pussy, wiggling it about.

The ghost moaned, her breasts jiggling. Her hair floated ethereally around her face. As she gasped out in delight. The ghost wasn’t even standing, but floating just slightly off the floor. It was so hot. Crystal loved it.

She flicked her tongue to the ghost’s clit.

“Lady Crystal!” gasped the ghost. Duhot shuddered. “You are so wonderful. So loving!”

“You are so sexy!” the ice spirit moaned and suckled on the ghost’s clit.

Crystal nibbled and loved that bud as her brother fucked her hard. He pounded her cunt with his burning dick. She trembled, her orgasm building faster and faster. She hurtled toward that moment when she would cum.

They had another sword. Five out of twelve. They were coming so much closer to saving this world. She was so glad for that. Her hips wiggled back and forth as she stirred her cunt around that big dick. He fucked her with passion.

He hammered her cunt with such force. He fucked her with everything that he had. It was just wonderful to experience that. Just amazing to be fucked by him. He pounded her cunt with all that he had. It was just so good to be pounded by him.

It was wonderful.

Amazing.

Awesome.

She loved his cock drilling into her cunt. The moans of the others echoed around them as she suckled hard on Duhot’s clit. Crystal rose and rose toward her orgasm. She hurtled toward that moment when she would cum on her little brother’s dick.

The ghost gripped the back of Crystal’s head, sliding through her ice-white hair. The ghost moaned louder and louder. Crystal suckled hard on Duhot’s clit. She nibbled on her, wanting to drown in the ghost’s pussy juices.

“Oh, Lady Crystal!” she gasped and bucked.

Her cunt juices gushed out and drowned the ice sprite.

The faintly sweet cream was so delicious. The ice sprite licked up every drop. She tongued that wonderful cunt. She stroked through the ghost’s folds as her little brother hammered her cunt hard. His nuts slapped into her clit.

The ice sprite burst.

The winter storm howled through her. A blizzard for rapture swept over her mind. Her cunt writhed around Leo’s cock. She suckled hard on that dick. It was just so good to feel that wonderful shaft fucking her spasming snatch.

“Shit!” growled her little brother. “Crystal!”

“Yes, yes, yes, flood me!” she gasped as his cum jetted into her.

A flood of molten seed filled her pussy. Her melting cunt writhed around him. She squealed into the ghost’s pussy, savoring jet after jet of her little brother’s spunk. He filled her up again and again. She loved it so much.

Her pussy worshiped his hot dick. She worked out every drop of spunk that he had. She wanted it all. She lapped at the ghost’s pussy with greedy hunger as her cunt nursed out his jizz. He filled her up with all his spunk.

“Fuck!” he breathed, firing his last blast of jizz into her.

Crystal moaned into Duhot’s cunt, loving the flavor of her faintly sweet pussy, loving having all her little brother’s molten cum in her. The ice sprite shuddered as Leo panted behind her. She lifted her face from the ghost’s pussy, the mournful wails of other cumming ghosts echoing through the room.

“Dirty boy, you should have just done this from the beginning,” Crystal said, her cunt rippling around his cock a few more times.

“Yeah, it was easier than I thought,” he said.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Finally, Auniasiiriliiania was ushered to the survivors of her people’s leadership. To the Eld Council.

It was a nerve-wracking journey moving through the monster-patrolled city of Lyrialiasa. She had spent the days waiting and fearing. She could speak to her lover or the rest of the Company through their bond, but that didn’t change the fact she was far from them and in danger. The hellhounds had evaded discovery hiding out in the woods.

Mostly by sleeping. They were good at that.

Her guide, an elf-child named Sarialinithilian, moved ahead of her with skill. He was so at ease moving through the occupied city, taking her down alleys to avoid the patrols. He seemed to know their pattern. Auniasiiriliiania paid attention to everything she saw.

It was mostly Level 2 Monster girls on the streets or in the skies above. Salamanders, sphinxes, ghosts, harpies, unicorns, arachnes, yuki-onna, orcs, quetzalcoatls, basilisks, and werebears. Any pond they passed had hippocampi in it, watching everyone passing on the street.

People did not linger on the streets. They hurried to their destination, heads down. The monster girls did not attack. They were not rude. But they also made their presence known like the squad of five orcs sauntering down the road in their iron armor, eyes swiveling about.

The crowds melted out of their way.

The boy took them away from the heart of town into the Groves, a poorer neighborhood. The trees grew tight here, the paths between them narrowing. Homes were often built on thinner branches, hanging precariously above them. The clothes were of lesser quality. The monster girls seemed less numerous here, outnumbered by the poor.

The boy led Auniasiiriliiania to the back of a cloth merchant who sold low-quality linens for the neighborhood. The boy peeled back a portion of a thick root to reveal a narrow tunnel there, concealed with illusion magery.

Only a slender elf could fit down there. She drew in her breath and descended into a basement. It was cut into the earth, the roots of the tree splitting through the room. It was a large space with a rickety table and chairs. Several cots lay against the wall. On one lay Raseliavial, Elder of Arbor. The leader of the Eld Council lifted himself up with a groan, his pointed ears drooping with age. His hair had gone completely white. He wore rumpled, green robes.

“Ah, Auniasiiriliiania, you’ve arrived,” he said and motioned to the table.

“Though I am not sure what you can do for us, child,” said Asharialiana, Elder of Rivers. The elderly elf woman hobbled to the table with a cane. She looked bowed down by circumstances in her blue robes. She had wrinkles on her face and her graying hair held more white than it should as if the stress was aging her.

“Yes, yes, what is this grand discovery you have made?” asked Caeriathiasil, Elder of Builders. He was the youngest of those present in brown robes. He stood back straight. Though to a human he might appear the same age as Auniasiiriliiania, he had centuries on her. “Out of respect for your grandfather, we have taken this meeting.”

Auniasiiriliiania swallowed. Her grandfather should be here, but he was enslaved by Fuegin.

“Thank you, Elders,” she said, bowing. “I belong to an adventuring group known as the Company, and we have found a way to dominate a dungeon builder and transform him into our slave.”

The three of them stared at her as if she were a lunatic. Grandfather, if you were here…

“What nonsense is this?” Caeriathiasil demanded. “Enslave a builder? Why not just kill him.”

“We have not always killed builders,” Auniasiiriliiania pointed out. “Do we not use them as part of the Ward with the Bracers.”

Raseliavial nodded. “That is true, child. But the Ward has been defeated. Your grandfather betrayed it.”

“Because he was enslaved,” she gasped. “He cannot be at fault.”

“True, child, but we were vulnerable to this attack, and because we placed it beneath the Great Library of Lyrialiasa, when Fuegin learned where it was, he had easy access to it,” said Raseliavial. “A mistake that we shall have to correct.”

“It is dangerous to use a Builder,” said Asharialiana, waving her cane at Auniasiiriliiania. “Dangerous. You and your Company are building your home upon a blighted oak.”

“It is no more dangerous than using the Builders of the Ward,” Auniasiiriliiania said. “We have used our pet builder to destroy others. As he grows stronger, so do the foes he can devour. We shall use him to kill all the builders then execute him.”

“There can be no compact with the builders,” said Caeriathiasil. “Leo the False thought he could use our occupation to expand his own power here and ‘ally’ with us. We nearly killed him.”

“Hamaelianith died to destroy him and failed,” Asharialiana said, her eyes narrowing. “Builders cannot be trusted to walk free no matter what.”

“Yet we use them in the Ward,” said Auniasiiriliiania.

“They are sleeping thanks to the Shrouds,” Caeriathiasil said. “And bound to protect our country thanks to the wonderful devices that Kovianiliiseam built for us.”

A glimmer appeared in Raseliavial’s eyes. “You found it. You found the legendary Domination Collar that Kovianiliiseam supposedly made.”

Kovianiliiseam was the original elf who wielded the Blessed Blade of Thunder. A skilled mage, he had made artifacts with feats of magic that Auniasiiriliiania could only imagine. Though she was a mage, she did not know how to create artifacts of any kind.

It was a lost art.

“In the Temple of the Chosen Blood,” Auniasiiriliiania said. “It worked. We used to bind Barany to us, and now that we control him, we are learning how builders really work. Not theory, but practice. We have found something amazing.”

“Does it help us now?” asked Caeriathiasil. “Is Barany strong enough to contend with the might of Fuegin? Does he have the monster girls to overthrow him?”

“No,” she said. “We are moving as fast as we can, killing builders in the south. We have to deal with Wai the Drowner first. He is close to Barany’s lands. With Wai’s power, we can challenge Leo the False. Then, with their powers in Barany’s hand, we can challenge Fuegin himself.”

“That is months away, if not years,” said Caeriathiasil. “We already have plans to deal with him.”
“It may not work the way you think,” said Raseliavial. “This is uncharted territory. If we had the Domination Collar, though… Or if we had our artificers study it, we could recreate it.”

“Recreate it?” she asked.

“Yes, yes, we have the knowledge and skill to replicate Kovianiliiseam’s artifacts,” said Raseliavial. “We are recreating the Ward. We are already working to capture new builders, but we have to find twelve of them. Not an easy feat. To activate a new ward, we need all twelve in place.

“However, this domination collar is interesting. If we have it, we might be able to use it in creating the Ward.” The old elf nodded. “Then we could not drive him out, but use him.”

“We would need a Fire builder,” said Asharialiana, the old elf standing and smiling. Her eyes gleamed. “That is vital to drive out Fuegin. Once we have a Fire builder and the secondary site is ready, his dungeon will be destroyed. He won’t be able to build in here.”

“How can I help?” asked Auniasiiriliiania.

“We have our adventurers out with the replica shrouds to capture builders. We also need a Lightning to keep out Leo.” Asharialiana rubbed at her chin. “What we need from you is to recreate it. You have seen the bands. You know the circle on it. The words.”

Auniasiiriliiania nodded slowly. “I do.”

“Good, good, then we can make more of them.” The elder elf woman grinned wide, her age vanishing from her face. “We can use the Collar to shackle the builders and destroy them all. Not just free our people, but the world.”

“I do not like it,” Caeriathiasil said. The youngest of the Eld Council rose and shook his head. “The Collar was hidden by Kovianiliiseam for a reason. We shall restore the Ward, drive out Fuegin, and protect our people that way. Nothing more is needed. Once we have a Fire builder, we shall retake our lands.”

“The wards do not keep monster girls from entering our domain,” said Auniasiiriliiania. “That is how he got in, yes? He sent in his monster girls. Nor did it prevent him from striding into the Library and using Siren’s Wail on uur people to dominate my grandfather. What is to stop Fuegin from invading us after we drive out his dungeon.”

Caeriathiasil grew still. “He would be overextended. He has an Empire.”

“Yes, and he’s using a portion of his monster girls to occupy us,” Auniasiiriliiania said. She surveyed the Eld Council. “How will that change just because his dungeon isn’t in the city? He can just build it on the edge and flood us with his monster girls. We cannot fight against them. They re-spawn.”

Caeriathiasil swallowed. “We have plans for that.”

“Poor plans,” said Asharialiana. The Elder of Rivers tapped her cane on the floor. “No, no, we must use this collar in conjunction with the Ward. If we do this right, it might dominate him when we activate it. Make him our slave.”

“With Fuegin and your Barany, we could cleanse this world of builders,” said the leader of the Eld Council. Raseliavial looked skyward, his ears perking up slightly. “We could turn them into docile monsters, chained like the legends say the great dragons were by the gods.”

Great dragons, thought Auniasiiriliiania. She had never heard of that story.

“The Wards…” Auniasiiriliiania swallowed. “They’re a circle, right? Twelve points that from a ring that you can project outward.”

Raseliavial nodded. “Yes, child? And?”

“We found something else,” she said. “A shrine to the Glyph of Fire. It gave another builder the Glyph of Fire without having to kill for it. It is a natural structure in a geode. That was why I came. To tell my grandfather about it. I just… I feel like this is significant. If there was a massive circle around the world, the Shrine would be located where we put a Fire builder in the Ward. Their position when aligned to the cardinal directions is precise, yes?”

Caeriathiasil, the Elder of Builders, nodded slowly. “So the old plans say. They have to be placed in a precise arrangement with Thunder to the north, Lightning to the South. Fire should be in the south southeast. Then should come Death in the east southeast followed by Metal to the East. Are you suggesting there is a massive magic circle built around the world?”

“In its foundations?” Raseliavial asked, looking stunned by her words.

“Maybe,” Auniasiiriliiania said. “So if we find another shrine where we believe they should lie, that will prove it?”

Elder Raseliavial nodded, looking even more ancient. “Have your pet builder prove the theory. If so, we might one day be able to lock out any new builders from spawning across the entire world. This could be our salvation.”

Awe shivered through Auniasiiriliiania. She would save her people. Fuegin and Barany would be the slave builders who would let their power reach across the entire lands. Her grandfather would be freed of his mental domination and able to aid them.

The end of all builders.

Giddy joy rushed through her.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“Lord Fuegin, Vilkas requests a meeting,” said Spiarie, one of Fuegin’s arachnes.

The builder opened his eyes. He was sitting on a chair, pondering what to do about Leo. He grappled with the young man again and again. The things Leo did were amazing. He had gone so much farther. Fuegin could not help but admire the man, but…

It wasn’t Fuegin who would save the world. Would there be any reward for him? He had the power to destroy Leo. He was certain of that. It would be a dangerous contest, but he would be rewarded with all of Leo’s reserves of magic.

But would Fuegin gain Leo’s Goddesses and the Blessed Blades?

He could destroy Leo and doom this absurd game the Incarnation played to continue for another four thousand years. Eventually, Fuegin would slip up. He would be killed. All his power would vanish. All his actions would become meaningless.

If the Incarnation was not protected, then what was the point of anything Fuegin had done? What was the point of all the lives he had taken? All the cities he had conquered. All the pain and suffering he had spread.

What is the point of any of it? he asked. Fifty years, and what do I have to show?

“I’ll meet with her,” Fuegin said and moved the spot that would let him transport to the meeting spot in his dungeon on the edge of the forest. He had burned another Mana Vein to make it. He had so many of them, he hardly cared. After sixteen, none of them mattered.

He triggered the point and appeared in a room. A guard of hydras was here, the multi-headed monster girls all smiling at him. They still loved him even after fifty years. They had to. They lacked free will, monster girls.

“Mirror and reflect, let the brilliance of Lady Sherida copy,” Fuegin muttered.

Illusory Doppelganger fell on him, turning him invisible and creating an illusion he could puppet. He would not risk himself. He sat in a chair as his illusion marched out under the guard of the hydras. They broached the surface into the forest and moved to the edge.

It was about a fifteen-minute walk. Arachnes skittered through the trees and werewolves haunted the brush. In the air above, flights of griffins patrolled to keep the entrance to this part of his dungeon safe.

The woods ended at the banks of the Green Waters, the river that flowed out into Milianire and into the Amorvin Sea, the large inland sea that dominated the center of the continent. On the other bank of the greenish rivers stood Vilkas, a woman made of crackling lightning. A raiju monster girl. He had a half-dozen of them.

How many builders have I killed?

Fuegin had lost count. He hadn’t killed one in a decade. None had popped up in his territory because he controlled all the mana veins. Nothing for them to feed upon. He suspected the Ward did something to the mana veins flowing through the elven forest to keep builders from spawning.

“Lord Leo has the Blessed Blade of Life,” Vilkas shouted across the river. “He wishes to move his dungeon to the Life Shrine, but that would be encroaching on your territory, Lord Fuegin. He wishes your permission to act.”

Fuegin cocked his head. “Granted.”

He ended his spell and stood in his dungeon. He didn’t care if Vilkas saw that she met with an illusion. She would know. Curiosity swept through him. He wanted to see what would happen when Leo plunged the Blessed Blade of Life into the Shrine. He stepped back onto the Teleporter and appeared in his vault.

Amante entered his vault. “Leo is encroaching on our territory?”

Fuegin glanced at his wife, a busty woman made of cooling magma. Glowing, red-hot cracks riven her black flesh. Fire burned down her back, forming a mane of hair. “Yes, he’s going to the Shrine of Life. I am glad you are being informed.”

“We have no secrets,” she said. “Right?”

“Right,” he said, stroking her cheek.

“Good, then this is the best moment to attack him,” she said. “He’ll be distracted. Flood his dungeon with level four monster girls. Overwhelm him. Destroy him.”

“Break our word?” asked Fuegin.

“Yes.” She pressed against him. “You have worked so hard to protect the Incarnation. Leo would never have found out so much if you hadn’t nudged him. If you hadn’t pushed him to uncover the secrets that were out of your reach.”

“Out of my reach…” Fuegin shrugged out of his wife’s embrace and moved to his Void Crystal. “We shall observe him. Wait for the right moment, but…”

“It might be too late to stop him,” said Liegra as she entered, followed by Sister Granata. “The process is irreversible. If we kill Leo, we could doom us all.”

“You don’t know that,” Amante said. The cherfu shot a glare at the prism.

Liegra ignored the glare. Her body was made of crystal that diffracted the light passing through her body, making hypnotic patterns across her body. She was his childhood friend. His oldest confidant “We cannot take that risk. Fuegin understands this. Not unless we’re sure.”

“Not unless we have to, my son,” said Sister Granata. The carbuncle’s garnet gleamed in her forehead. A Catholic nun, she had taught him. “You believe Leo is on the right path. That is the true reason you hesitate.”

“As opposed to mine?” Fuegin asked. “Ours are not that much different.”

“Are you sure, my son?” The nun asked him. She folded her arms beneath her breasts. It was hard to ignore a woman who disciplined you as a schoolboy.

“You always were selfish, cuz,” said Zorra, his petite and orange-haired werefox. His cousin, she knew him well. “Why change now?”

Fuegin frowned.

“It’s never too late to repent,” Sister Granata said. “Leo has not left millions dead in his wake.”

“That’s just the mark of a great man,” Amante said, glaring at the nun. It did not last long. Amante, too, had been disciplined by Sister Granata as a child.

“You will make the right decision, Fuegin,” Regara, his mother said. The mermaid sauntered into the room on scaled legs that matched the purple hue of her hair. “I believe in you.”

“I like the plan to spy on them,” Aunt Asombra purred. A shade, she had a translucent, pale-blue body. She hugged his mother from behind, fondling the mermaid’s breasts. They were sisters. “Learn all their secrets. Mmm, like I learned yours, Regara.”

The pair of them kissed, their tongues dancing together. They had a lesbian, incestuous relationship from the other world that had surprised Fuegin. He never caught a hint of it.

“Penetrate to the geode then use an illusion to hide your entrance,” said Liegra. “When Leo enters, we can watch, and he will not realize it. But you must move fast. He must be heading that way right now.”

“Yes, yes, that was what I was thinking,” said Fuegin.

“Never too late to use that to ambush him,” Amante said.

“Mmm, we should be cautious,” said Regara. “This isn’t the old days. This is more important than that. It’s about the world.”

“You’re sounding like Leo,” said Amante, glaring at the mermaid having her tits fondled by the shade. “This should be your son’s glory, not this little boy.”

Fuegin gripped the Void Crystal. “Enough, Amante, it is too late. The boy figured it out, now… Now we shall watch and wait. There is nothing left for us to do. My research is… not bearing fruit.”

Conquering the elves for the library was becoming more and more a waste of time. Another meaningless act. The weight of all his crimes pressed down on his shoulders as he extended his dungeon the final few feet to the Shrine of Life. He had already found the geode. He then used the properties of the dungeon to sculpt an illusory wall to hide it.

“There,” he said and shifted his vault from its current location beneath the library to right off it. “Shall we see?”

He stepped out into the corridor. The illusion was one-way, allowing him to see into the Shrine of Life. The glyph, a tree made of four triangles, appeared in the air. It looked sort of like the peace sign. He sat on a throne he made, his monster girls clustering around it.

No sign of Leo.

“Mmm, let’s take care of my son,” cooed his mother. The mermaid sank to her knees, her breasts jiggling. She grabbed his cock. “Care to join in, sister?”

“Yes,” moaned Aunt Asombra as she knelt beside his mother. They had similar faces, both mature and lovely. They pressed their heads in and licked up his cock.

Fuegin groaned softly. Amante sat on the armrest of his throne, her arm sliding around his neck. He smiled up at her as his mother and aunt kissed at the tip of his dick. They stroked over the crown, sending incestuous thrills down his cock.

He loved feeling them do that. It was just so hot to have the incestuous duo nibbling on the tip of his dick. He sighed in delight, waiting for Leo to arrive. His mother swallowed his rod, working her lips down his cock. Her purple hair brushed his side. She suckled hard, her toes curling. Her legs could become a mermaid’s tail.

His mother worked her mouth up and down Fuegin’s dick. She suckled on him with such passion. It was incredible to have her nursing on his dick. He felt her motherly love as she worked. It was an incredible moment.

She popped her mouth off his cock. His aunt took over.

The shade’s mouth was cool like all Death monster girls. Room temperature. He loved the contrast around his dick. She flicked her tongue around him. He could see his shaft in her mouth through her translucent flesh. She suckled hard, staring up at him.

“Damn,” he groaned.

“Quiet, my son,” said Sister Granata. The nun leaned against the wall. “We have no defenders here. If Leo hears us and attacks…”

“He hasn’t even arrived,” said Fuegin.

“That’s right,” Zorra said. “I don’t smell anything. Mmm, so you just relax.”

Zorra dropped to her knees before Sister Granata and buried her face into the carbuncle’s pussy. The nun groaned, her eyes rolling skyward. She crossed herself, still believing it was a sin and yet participating fully.

Fuegin loved the way the carbuncle’s scaled breasts quivered. Her garnet gleamed as she trembled in delight. His dick throbbed in Aunt Asombra’s mouth. She worked her lips up and down his cock. It was glorious to feel her doing that.

He groaned, trying not to make noise.

His wife’s fingers ran through his hair in a playful fashion as his aunt popped her mouth off his cock. His mother took over, nursing on him. Her warm, wet mouth felt incredible. He loved how she bobbed her head, nursing oh him.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, sliding his fingers through her purple hair.

She moaned around him, her tongue dancing. His cock twitched in her mouth as she brought him closer and closer to cumming. She drove him wild with their wonderful sucking. His nuts tightened. He wanted to cum on his mother’s and aunt’s faces.

He wanted to just soak them in cum.

His mother popped her mouth off his cock. His aunt took over. It was so hot being blown by the sexy and mature monster girls. How he had jerked off to them in his youth. Now, he enjoyed them all like he did all the women from his younger days.

Well, his twelve favorites.

“My daughter,” whimpered Sister Granata. She called all the monster girls “my daughter” as if she were still a nun. “Oh, that’s it. That’s so good!”

“Such a yummy pussy, Sister,” Zorra moaned. She looked completely human, her slender rump wiggling back and forth. “Ooh, that’s so good!”

The nun gasped, her scaled tits jiggling.

Fuegin smiled, the pressure swelling at the tip of his cock. Aunt Asombra worked her mouth up and down his cock. She suckled on him with all her might. She nursed with such passion on him, driving him toward his orgasm.

Toward that wonderful moment when he would spray both their faces.

He groaned as that hot mouth worked up and down him. She suckled so hard on him. It was a pure delight to have her nursing with all her might on him. He groaned, loving every second of it. He rose toward that moment when he would cum. He would just erupt with all his spunk. It would be so fantastic.

Aunt Asombra popped her mouth off Fuegin’s dick. His mother took over. She swallowed his cock with passion. He groaned as she suckled on him. His mother worked her soft lips up and down his dick, loving him with all her motherly passion.

“Yes,” he groaned, watching for Leo. “That’s it!”

“Mmm, make the good boy cum,” Aunt Asombra purred.

Mother moaned around Fuegin’s cock. She suckled hard on him. He rose and rose toward cumming. Sister Granata moaned louder, her body trembling. Liegra moved up to the illusion, staring into the room, half-blocking his view. She would alert him.

“That’s it,” groaned Fuegin. “I’m almost there, Mother!”

She ripped her mouth off his cock and moaned, “Good. Cum on my face!” She stroked his cock. “Just jizz all over us!”

“Cum on our faces,” purred Aunt Asombra. “Coat your hot aunt and sexy mother in jizz!”

“Yes!” he growled, the pressure hurtling toward a bursting point. “I… fuck!”

He erupted.

His cum splashed across Regara’s pale face and Aunt Asombra’s blue features. He painted them with his milky cum, the pleasure slamming through him. He grunted and groaned, savoring every second of this heat. It shot through him and crashed into his mind.

He growled out his delight, loving every second of that heat sweeping through his body. It was just an incredible moment. Stars flashed across his vision as he pumped more and more cum onto their features.

They both moaned, opening their mouths.

They caught his cum

“My daughter!” gasped the nun as she came on his cousin’s face. “The Blessed Virgin Mary!”

The carbuncle nun bucked through her orgasm. It was so wild to watch her doing that. Her breasts bounced and heaved as he dumped his cum onto his mother’s and aunt’s faces. Pleasure screamed through him.

He grunted, erupting one last time. Liegra cocked her head. Then she shot over and clamped her hand on Sister Granata’s mouth, muffling her gasps. Fuegin panted, cum dripping down his women’s faces. Leo had arrived.

The far wall shifted. A dungeon had brushed it. A moment later, a door opened and four ogresses burst into the room, each of them wearing stone armor and holding clubs made of rocks. They were ready for an attack.

So you don’t trust me, either, Fuegin thought and smiled.

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As I drove my dungeon to the Life Shrine, I found another Mana Vein. That brought me to 32 in total.

I had a reactionary force ready to go. They were in a room that was shifting along with my dungeon. And the front of them were my four ogresses—Voina, Pacvara, Hrandyjozny, and Skarbi. Behind them would come my bugbear Bjorni and Steina, the gorgon I had gained from killing Todlicht. Both were Earth monster girls.

Munjan was in the room with his companions and Melin, ready to fight. Lastly, I had Mom with my four hydras—Garadan, Zahar, Bhavya, and Khazaana—to act. I held a breath, fearing Fuegin had done something. I had tipped him off to see how he would react.

“The Shrine’s clear, Lord Leo,” Voina the Ogress reported.

“Yes, it is,” Mom answered as she would have entered with the hydras. “It’s a little cramped in here, but there’s nothing.”

“Let’s give him a moment,” I said and pulled my back my dungeon a foot, abandoning my monster girls.

“How long’s a moment?” Munjan asked.

I knew Munjan wanted to pick up a new Glyph. “Ten minutes.”

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“My, my, he is cautious,” Fuegin’s wife purred in his mind. Neither he nor his monster girls made noise. An ogress stood just before the door. A group of hydras, a bugbear, a gorgon, and Leo’s dryad guarded the room.

“He expected me to attack him,” Fuegin said, sitting on the throne, staring through the illusion. It was ballsy to do this. That force in there could overwhelm him. He contemplated moving to his Vault and summoning his monster girls. “But he didn’t expect me to spy on him.”

“Crafty,” Aunt Asombra said. “I like him.”

“So does Fuegin,” Amante said, still sitting on his throne.

He pulled her into his lap slowly, watching the ogresses. They were not making any noise save for the hiss of the snakes that made up the gorgon’s hair. He stroked his finger down one of his wife’s cracks, feeling the molten heat beneath her. She was ready to explode.

After ten minutes, Leo’s dungeon reconnected. A young man entered with tan skin and dark hair. He looked Eastern European. With him came a group of companion monster girls. A nekomata, maenad, angel, two asuras, a selkie, a troglodyte, a succubus, a red cap, a baku, a fomorian, and… another human. He did not look as impressive, and he had a medallion around his neck. A mage.

One of Leo’s adventurers.

“That must be Munjan,” said Liegra, studying him. “He must be here to gain the Life Glyph.”

“So trusting,” Mother said.

“That is Leo’s strength,” Fuegin answered.

The young man reached for the sign. He touched it and groaned, clutching at his chest. Just like that, he gained the Life Glyph. It was so simple. It seemed almost offensive that he didn’t have to receive it through blood.

Fuegin had.

Munjan looked around. “It’s getting a tad confined in here, Leo.”

“If he’s going to attack, it will be soon,” Leo said. His voice came from inside the tunnel. Was he there? It was dark in his dungeon. Fuegin could not see far into it.

Out of the darkness, a human woman in blue robes appeared. She had black hair. His high priestess. She clutched the Blessed Blade of Life in her hands. Leo followed her into the room in his gray robes. He looked around the room, his eyes scanning.

“That will be an Illusory Doppelganger,” Fuegin said to his monster girls watching.

“Summon your forces, and we can take him and the sword,”Amante said. “It’s right there.”

High Priestess Lysila reached the slot. She glanced at Leo. He nodded to her. She drew in a deep breath and thrust the sword into the slot in the wall. It clicked into place. Light flared. Energy washed over Fuegin. The hydras and the dryad all moaned and trembled in the room.

Out of the light, a new woman appeared.

Fuegin’s breath caught. The Goddess of Life, the Lady Ianna. She was made of wood, her body sculpted to perfection. Big breasts. Curving hips. Green leafs spilled from her head like hair, rustling as she moved. She looked about, her eyes pink.

She stared at his illusion.

His breath caught. Did she…

Her gaze moved on.

Fuegin released his held breath and watched.

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