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Chapter Thirty-Six

“Lord Siwang, there is a dungeon near the outpost,” Sventasisa, one of Siwang’s will o’ wisps reported. “There are satyrs raiding across the plains.”

She was in Outpost 12, the outpost where Siwang had stopped going southeast for the Metal Shrine and the Ruins of Mizan. He had driven his dungeon west from there to the Little Teats where he had gained his ice dragon yesterday.

“Leo, there are Life monster girls raiding around my Outpost 12. There are some scattered villages in the area. They’re small. Not well defended.”

“I’ll send you the adventurers,” Leo answered.

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Bellia was eager for another dungeon to raid.

“Asud Gu,” Melin said, the wizard attached to them this time.

Light whipped around them, shifting them from one end of Siwang’s dungeon to Outpost 12. Pogisa was with them. The fomorian was Melin’s lover, loaned to him by Munjan. Bellia found that fascinating.

Melin, like her, was from Astovin. They grew up together. Now he had a purple monster girl for a lover. Or, at least, a wife.

“Welcome,” said one of the will o’ wisps. She clapped her hands together, her body made of swirling, blue plasma. She was so cute. “We’re here to help you defeat that naughty dungeon builder who’s causing so many problems.”

“We’re glad to help,” Bellia said.

Vern nodded. He was in command. Karvin, Nomaz, Akiz, Ashiliozia, Sarkz, Vargi, and Hagza where here. The will o’ wisps would be coming with the party. All seven of them. They were at the door to the dungeon. It would be sealed up behind them.

“Watch the skies,” Vern said before the door. “If that dragon shows up…”

“Lord Siwang is driving the dungeon beneath us as we advance,” said one of the will o’ wisps. They all looked alike, so it was hard to say if she was Sventasisa, their leader. “He will give us a point to flee into. Hopefully, a small party will not attract the mad dragon’s attention.”

Bellia swallowed. They were venturing out into the northern fringes of the Dragonhaunt. The fact there were villages here meant it should be safe for them to move out. It was feeling very real as Pogisa opened the door and stepped out, summoning a greatsword made out of darkness.

“This will be fun,” Hagza said, slapping Bellia on the rump.

Bellia blushed and nodded. She had become closer to Hagza. The dwarf was also Lord Leo’s lover.

The party filed out onto the plains. Green grass dotted with flowers spread for as far as she could see. The door vanished behind them, Siwang rearranging his dungeon. The seven will o’ wisps formed up around the party with Pogisa at the lead, Ashiliozia at her side.

Bellia glanced to the west and the snow-capped mountains. The Little Teats dominated the horizon. Siwang had tamed an ice dragon up there. Because of her, the Blessed Sword of Ice rested in Leo’s Goddess Room with the sleeping deities.

It was a sacred place to see the Goddess of her world sleeping.

They departed from the tower. It was a place of safety for them. As they headed southeast to sniff out the dungeon builder’s lair, it dwindled on the horizon. It was a safe place for them. With it out of sight, they could not retreat to it.

She glanced up, searching for Siwang’s scrying sensor. He would be following their progress. She could not see it. Just an eagle. And some clouds. Could a dragon hide in those clouds? She gripped the handle of her sheathed sword and drew in a deep breath.

The others were gazing skyward as much as they looked around at the terrain. After two hours, they hadn’t seen much. The only way that Bellia could tell they had traveled at all was the outpost. It was a tiny sliver on the horizon soon to vanish.

Siwang is driving his dungeon beneath us, she reminded herself, wishing she felt the ground rumbling to reassure her.

After another hour, the outpost vanished from view. That last bit of comfort Bellia felt vanished. She had agreed to this. She wanted to serve Leo and fight dungeon builders, but the idea that an ancient lightning dragon might be lurking out here had her swallowing.

They could not handle a dragon.

Leo and Siwang could, but no one else.

We’re north of her territory, Bellia reminded herself. We’re—

Pogisa’s shadowy blade slashed before her at a thick patch of grass. A gasp of shock then a thunk of flesh being struck. Cuts strands of grass flew through the air along with the motes of a magical girl dying. Ashiliozia drew a dagger and threw it at another patch of rustling grass.

A scream of pain.

The grass around the group burst with satyrs. They burst out of it and charged, their horns lowered as they rushed them. Before Bellia could even react, one of the enemy satyrs gored one of the will o’ wisp. She gasped before her body of roiling plasma vanished into twinkling hues.

To Bellia’s shock, she had her sword in hand. One rushed at her. She slashed her sword out of her guard stance, her feet in the proper position. She hit the horns, sheering through it and striking the monster girl with a glancing blow to the head.

Blood streamed, matting the satyr’s head. The monster girl drew back and lunged again. Bellia parried and backpedaled. Her blade struck the other horn. The monster girl lunged again, pushing herself forward with her horns.

A thick clump of roots tangled Bellia’s foot.

She gasped as she fell backward.

The satyr lunged, a gleeful look on her cute face, her big boobs bouncing. Bellia thrust her sword up before her, a stop thrust. The satyr batted the blade aside with her arm and slammed her good horn for Bellia’s guts.

It struck her armor, ringing against it. She kicked out to push the monster girl back. No luck.

The horns gored for her throat.

“Bellia!”

Karvin appeared and thrust his sword into the monster girl’s side. The satyr screamed in pain, turning to gore him. Bellia snapped her own blade up and buried it into the monster girl’s guts. The satyr burst into sparks, the motes drifting down.

“Thanks!” gasped Bellia as she stood.

Nomaz’s throwing dagger took another in the eye. The satyr dropped to the ground as she bounded toward them. She spasmed once and became a collection of rainbow sparks that drifted away.
“Sum Gidim!” Melin cried from the other side of the battlefield.

“Na Kak!” roared Hagza.

A spike of rock ripped through a satyr bounding at Bellia and Karvin. The monster girl died, the sparks washing over Bellia. She spun to see Sarkz beheading another satyr. Blasts of lightning erupted from the will o’ wisps, frying another. Vern stood with a bloody sword, surveying the grass.

“Anyone hurt?” Vern asked.

“No,” Bellia said, her heart beating fast.

“Only lost one of the will o’ wisps,” said Pogisa.

Sarkz spat. “Scouts. There goes our surprise.”

Bellia shivered. We’ll have to fight those satyrs again.

“Keep moving,” said Vern.

Bellia joined the formation, blood dripping from her sword. She wasn’t about to put it away. Not when the builder knew they were coming. What would his dungeon be like? Would he have more surprises for them?

They would find out soon enough.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

“Found it,” shouted Mergele, one of the will o’ wisps. She stood by a thick clump of grass with a backstop of prickly bushes. “These plants are too green and… There’s a hole into the ground.”

“Life builder,” said Vargi, the female dwarf warrior.

Pogisa went in first, the fomorian’s purple hue almost blending in with the shadows. They would need light. Pogisa, a Darkness monster girl, could see normally in the black. Luckily, the will o’ wisps glowed blue.

Ashiliozia went next, the rest of the party followed, the will o’ wisps still around the adventurers. Bellia found herself just in front of Melin and Hagza. Stone steps led down into an earthen dungeon. Roots spilled out of the walls. A loamy smell like fresh earth filled her nose.

It was nice.

It’s a dungeon, thought Bellia. Don’t get complacent. Remember the rules. Never lose focus in a dungeon.

“Wait,” Ashiliozia gasped and yanked Pogisa back. “Pit trap.”

“Shit buckets,” muttered Pogisa. “I can’t see it at all.”

“It’s subtle,” said Ashiliozia.

“Yeah, there’s the edge,” Nomaz said. He pointed at a spot. “And that’s where you need to disable it.”

Ashiliozia nodded. The elven rogue pried at the dirt with her dagger, revealing a panel. She did something to it and nodded. Pogisa took a hesitant step on it. Munjan’s monster girl wouldn’t die if she fell through. Well, not permanently. She could come back.

It was safe.

They crossed it with Ashiliozia walking with Pogisa at the front, the fomorian ready to attack anything. The tunnel stayed tight and dark. The air grew thicker and staler. It didn’t move. Bellia didn’t like it. The dungeon wound into the depths, the roots growing from the roof snagging her hair.

They were like skeletal hands trying to rend her.

The dungeon twisted about. It didn’t deviate before it ended at a stone door. Ashiliozia picked the lock. Pogisa pushed it open. A stone corridor led away. The walls were covered with strange symbols that meant nothing to her.

“They’re nonsense,” she said. “The characters might be Chinese. I don’t know. I only speak a few of the Romance tongues and English..”

“Those languages from your world,” Sarkz asked with a grunt.

“Romance?” Bellia felt a flutter. “You have a tongue for romance.”

Pogisa laughed. “They’re languages that, in English, got associated with romance. Probably why you heard it that way. They just are languages descended from Rome. Doesn’t matter.”

Ashiliozia cocked her head. “I hear drums.”

A faint rhythm had started playing. Deep and low. The others looked around at each other.

“Just the builder trying to scare us,” Vern said. “Keep marching. He has only satyrs. We can handle him.”

Bellia nodded and pressed on. She had faced one builder. She was not afraid no matter how eerie those drums were rising out of the depths as they marched forward. The stone tunnel was long and did not break at all.

“Never heard of a builder do this,” Sarkz muttered

“It is interesting,” Akiz said. “He’s on the Dragonhaunt. No adventurers go here normally, yet he has this… welcoming beat.”

“He has style,” Nomaz said, flashing a grin back at them.

The tunnel ended at a large room. Shadows danced and played. A fire flickered. The drums grew louder. A frenzy chanted, women crying out in feral passion, echoed. Bellia tried not to show her fear, but she was very worried about these sounds.

They kept forward, though.

They were here to kill a builder. The man had raided the local villages. He wasn’t a good man. They pushed forward and reached the tunnel’s end. Pogisa crouched down. So did the elven rogue. They stepped out onto a balcony.

The others followed, including Bellia.

They were on a balcony overlooking a festival. The satyrs were dancing around a bonfire while two others played drums. A man sat on a throne wrapped up in furs. He had brown skin, a darker hue than any she’d seen. Almost bronze. He had slanted eyes like Siwang and thick mustaches with long tails.

“He looks… Mongolian or something,” muttered Pogisa.

“The walls,” growled Sarkz.

The walls were decorated with human skins. Flayed men and women. Below, the satyrs was a man staked down before the throne. They must have captured him. He was human with tan skin and black hair. Bellia swallowed.

“Do they not care we’re here?” asked Vargi. “What was the point of the ambush if they just let us walk in on their ceremony.”

“They want us to watch,” muttered Hagza. She spat.

Bellia’s stomach churned. She had been captured by a builder, but not to be flayed. The man was still alive. If he was sobbing, it couldn’t be heard over the frenzied beat of the drum. The power of it echoed through the room.

“We have to save him,” Bellia whispered.

“Of course,” said Sarkz. “He wants us to try.”

The drums burned louder. Out of the shadows, a rakshasa appeared. She held a dagger covered in dried blood. She stalked forward, her hips swaying. She looked ready to butcher the human. The builder smiled at her then stared up at them.

He rose and spread his arms wide.

“Naadmaa ekhel!” he bellowed.

“Shoot the rakshasa!” Vern snarled. “Attack!”

The will o’ wisps fired blasts of lightning at the rakshasa. She jumped back, driven from the victim. The satyrs squealed with bestial rage and stopped their dance and their drumming. They charged around the bonfire as the party split up in two groups to rush down the sweeping stairs on either end of the platform.

Bellia rushed behind Pogisa and Vargi, the young woman’s heart thundering. This place frightened her like nothing else. She held her sword tight as she hit the ground floor. She rushed at the satyrs with the others, Pogisa at the lead.

“Amidral erch khüch ögch, erch khüch ögdög, khatagtai Iannagiin ach iveel khüch chadal ögökh boltugai!”

It sounded like a spell, but the language was so strange. Not one she could understand, which made no sense. She could understand Lord Leo and Siwang and Munjan, and they all spoke different languages. So did many of Leo’s claimed companions. Smerta spoke Russian and Heilera German.

No magic flew from the builder, but he did look stronger. Revitalize?

He drew a spear and threw it with such force, it ripped Pogisa’s head off. Bellia screamed in horror as the spear nearly struck her in the face. Pogisa flashed into motes of light that rained down on the floor and vanished.

Blasts of lightning struck from the balcony above, striking satyrs who rushed forward.

The rakshasa leaped up onto the balcony and ripped one of the will o’ wisps apart.

“Sum Gidim!”

“Urudu Hum!”

A satyr leaped at Bellia. She gasped and thrust out her sword, forcing the satyr to stop her charge. The monster girl smiled and licked her lips. There was something in the creature’s eyes that made Bellia swallow.

“I killed you,” she whimpered.

The monster girl laughed and rammed her horns at Bellia.

The battle raged around her. Ashiliozia threw a dagger. Akiz slammed his ax down at the rakshasa who had leaped down from the balcony now. A satyr gored Nomaz in the guts, throwing him onto his back. Did his armor hold?

Bellia could only fight.

Her blade clashed against horns. The satyr threw out a leg, the hoof slamming into Bella’s breastplate. Her armor rang. She stumbled back. With a gasp, she slashed her sword to block a goring attack. Her blade hit the horn and rebounded.

She panted, her heart pounding in her chest. The satyr kicked again, this time striking Bellia in the leg. She gasped in pain, nearly collapsing. Cries and shouts echoed through the room as she thrust with her sword.

The satyr leaped back.

Bellia chased it, ignoring the pain in her leg. The bonfire burned behind the satyr. Bellia roared, not wanting to die here. She was Lord Leo’s. She would be his lover. He would fill her belly with his seed, so she could not die.

Her blade stabbed. Again and again. She lunged forward, driving back the satyr. The flames crackled. The monster girl retreated to the edge of the fire. Bellia smiled and thrust her blade before her, sure the monster girl would be impaled or jump into the flames.

The satyr jumped only not back.

She leaped into the air and came down, striking Bellia in the breastplate with both hoofs. Metal rang. The steel dented, pressing into Bellia’s breasts. She hit the ground, coughing and wheezing. She couldn’t breathe, the air knocked from her lungs.

The satyr rushed down with her horns to gore her. Bellia countered with a stop thrust, still wheezing. The blade buried between the satyr’s breasts as the monster girl’s horns plunged into Bellia’s throat.

The sharp point touched her skin as the monster girl died.

Pain flared in her neck as the motes of the dead monster girl washed over her. Bellia gasped, clutching at her throat with her left hand. Warm blood ran over her hand. Was she gored? Was she bleeding out?

She sat up, her heart screaming, and rubbed at the wound.

She pulled her hand away. It was red with blood, but…

Not enough blood.

Relief swept through her. She wasn’t bleeding to death.

She staggered to her feet only to see the fur-clad builder rushing at her, raising a wooden club with pieces of sharp flint embedded in it. He howled and slammed the club down at her. She gasped in shock and raised her sword.

He struck it and knocked her blade from her hand.

He laughed, smelling of blood.

“Urudu Hum!” Melin shouted.

A Bar of steel struck the builder in the side. He hardly grunted as he raised his club to crush her. He grinned at her, his mustache twitching. He slammed his club down at her head to smash her to a pulp.

“Urudu Ib-Ur!” cried Hagza.

A metal shield appeared before Bellia and blocked the attack. The blow rang, then cut off, the shield vanished. Bellia scrambled back, her sword to the side. Vern charged from the right. Sarkz from the left. They attacked.

The barbarian builder swung his club, slamming Sarkz to the ground. Vern stabbed, his blade penetrating through the builder’s furs. The brute thrust his elbow back, cracking into Vern’s nose and sending him staggering.

Bellia grabbed her sword and rushed to him. He kicked out his foot and hit her in the chest. She gasped as she was thrown to the ground. Her head smacked the stone. She gasped, stars flashing across her vision.

He raised his club to crush her.

She stabbed with her sword into his crotch. Her blade ripped out of the furs he wore. He roared in pain and stepped back, such fear in his eyes. He stared at her with rage. She swallowed, her heart pounding.

“Amidralaar tsetseglej, dakhin urgaj, Burkhan Dumazidyn erch khüchiig edgeeg!” he spat, blood spilling over her lips.

His wounds started to heal.

He roared in triumph and swung his club at Vern, throwing back the leader. A will o’ wisp struck him with a blast of lightning. He staggered as Karvin and Nomaz ran up behind him. They both stabbed, sword and dagger striking the builder in the back.

He howled and slammed an elbow into Karvin’s face. He fell to the ground. The builder raised his club. Bellia struggled to stand when Sarkz’s ax swung and took the builder in the knee, cutting through his leg.

The builder fell to the ground.

Vern’s sword cleaved off his head.

Flames crackled as Bellia panted. The fight was over. Something shifted in the air. The dungeon had died. The builder was defeated. They had won. Somehow, they had beaten him. She breathed slowly, her entire body shaking.

“What was he?” asked Bellia.

“I’ve heard of this,” Sarkz said. “Old builder. Very old. Been here for maybe a thousand years. Maybe longer. Feral.”

Bellia rubbed at her goose-pimpled arms, glad it was over.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Bellia gasped as she appeared in Leo’s Vault.

“I heard you were hurt,” he said, staring at her. She had taken off her armor and wore only a cloak.
She opened it to reveal the nasty bruises across her breasts.

“Can’t have that,” he said and touched her breasts. “Life revitalizes and mends, let the restoration of Lord Dumazid mend.”

She shuddered as the warmth washed through her. The cut to her throat, the bruises to her breast, and the throbbing pain in her leg all vanished. She smiled in delight as she was made whole. He nodded to her, kneading her breasts.

“So…” she said. “You have a new lover. A new rakshasa. Have you summoned her? I would love to have her as a lover!”

Bellia was shocked she asked that, but she was curious about the feral builder. She wanted to know about this man.

“Sorry,” Leo said. “She refused to serve me. So I now have Level 1 rakshasas, but not a unique one like Baaghi.”

“Oh,” she said.

“Well, what if I ate your pussy out?” he asked.

She grinned at that. “Thank you, Lord Leo.”

He dropped to the floor and gripped her hips. He pressed his face into her bush. She gasped as he did that. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She shuddered as he stroked through her flesh. It was such a wonderful thing to feel.

His tongue licked through her hot flesh. She groaned in delight at his stroking tongue. He lapped through her flesh. She shuddered at the bliss of his tongue. He was just amazing. Her Lord loved her so much.

His hand kneaded her rump. He squeezed her butt-cheeks as his tongue danced around in her. She trembled in delight. It was such a wonderful moment. He swirled about in her, bringing her closer to cumming.

“Oh, Lord Leo!” she groaned,

“Mmm,” he growled and stirred up her pussy.

He kneaded her rump. She quivered through her bliss, just so happy to serve him. His tongue flicked to her clit. She gasped as he stroked over her bud. She trembled at the joy of this moment. He suckled hard on her.

She whimpered, her entire body shaking from what he did to her. He was amazing. Her lover was also her Lord. He stroked his tongue over her bud. He licked her. She gasped as he did that. It felt so good to be tongued like that.

“Damn,” he groaned.

“Mmm, my Lord,” she whimpered, so glad to serve him. “Oh, that’s so good, Lord Leo!”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned and suckled hard on her clit. She gasped as he did that. He knew how to pleasure her. She was so happy about it. “Drown me!”

“Yes, my Lord!”

He suckled on Bellia’s clit. Her boobs jiggled. She ground her cunt on him as he stroked over her hot flesh. It was an amazing thing to feel. She trembled through the delight as he nibbled on her bud. Her orgasm burst through her.

“Lord Leo!” she moaned.

Her pussy spasmed and gushed juices. She drowned him. Her body trembled through the delight of it. She quivered through such passion. She was so excited to have all that ecstasy washing through her. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

She trembled through such bliss. It was an amazing moment. A big smile spread on her lips. She shuddered through every second of that bliss. She ground her twat on his mouth as he lapped up her passion. She craved him.

Then he rose and pinned her to the wall. She kissed him, tasting her tangy juices on his lips.
His cock nuzzled into her bush and found the folds of her wanton pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He thrust his cock into her. She gasped out in delight. She savored his cock sliding into her.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Lord Leo, thank you!”

“You’re welcome!” he groaned, fucking her hard.

He pumped away at her twat. He fucked her cunt with passion as he slammed into her. She loved his dick burying into her flesh. She squeezed down on him as she savored his flesh. She wanted to be his warrior.

She wanted to protect him like Halia did.

Please, please, let me protect him. Let me serve him. Let me love him!

“Do you truly want that?” a voice whispered in her mind.

“Yes!” she gasped, her pussy clamping down on his cock.

“Then bring me his seed once you are finished. You were touched by Life today. It resonates in you.”

She shuddered as he fucked into her pussy. He pounded her so hard. Lady Ianna spoke to her. She trembled with the delight of that realization as his mighty cock fucked her hard. He pounded her cunt with powerful strokes.

She rose toward that wonderful climax. She trembled with his every thrust of his cock. He fucked her hard and fast. He buried deep into her cunt. She whimpered, rising toward that moment when she would cum and cum hard.

“Oh, I love this!” she moaned. “Lord Leo!”

“My delicious Bellia!” he growled.

He slammed into her pussy again and again. She luxuriated in that delight. She clamped her twat down on him as he fucked her with force. She trembled, savoring every last plunge of his mighty cock into her pussy.

Her toes curled as he buried into her. She moaned out her passion, her nipples throbbing against his strong chest. Souleen watched from the Void Crystal, a big smile on her lips. Bellia grinned at the little woman on the black gemstone.

“Lord Leo!” gasped Bellia, her pussy clamping down on her Lord’s cock.

“Shit, yes,” he grunted, hammering her.

He fucked her hard and fast. He slammed his cock into her snatch. It was a glorious moment. She trembled, whimpering and moaning as she rushed toward that incredible climax. His dick churned up her faithful pussy.

His nuts slapped into her taint. His cock buried to the hilt in her, reaching to her womb. She quivered, eager for his cum to flood her. She wanted to have all that jizz pump into her pussy. It was just incredible.

“Let his seed take root, Bellia,” Lady Ianna whispered in her mind.

“Yes!” howled Bellia as she came.

Her pussy writhed around her Lord’s cock. She suckled at him as the waves of delight swept through her body. She bucked, her eyes rolling back in her head. It was so amazing to have that joy sweeping through her body.

She groaned, her pussy spasming about him. She rippled around him, nursing at him with her hot flesh. He pumped away at her, his nuts slapping into her. She was so ready to be filled with his seed. She craved it.

“Yes!” he growled and slammed to the hilt in her.

He erupted.

His seed flooded her pussy just as Lady Ianna wanted.

She gasped, her cunt spasming around his cock. It was an incredible moment. She trembled at that joy. It was wonderful to have that bliss sweeping through her. She trembled, her body bucking against her Lord’s as he filled her with his seed.

She rejoiced at having all that cum pumping into her cunt. She smiled from ear to ear at all that spunk that flooded her pussy. She moaned as he dumped more and more of his passion into her. She groaned as she held him.

“My Bellia,” he groaned. “I saved you.”

“You did,” she whimpered. “I love you, Lord Leo.”

“I love you, too,” he groaned and kissed her.

She melted into his lips. Her tongue danced with his. She shuddered as her twat rippled around him. She worked out all that cum. She felt so full of his jizz. He groaned and broke the kiss with her. She needed to see the Lady.

He pulled from her. She sat her feet down and gasped, darting around him.

“Bellia?” he gasped. “Wait, what?”

She opened the door to the goddess room. Lady Sherida, Lady Ninli, and Lady Ianna all slept peacefully in there. The Blessed Blades of Metal, Wind, and Ice were waiting to free the goddess sleeping in them.

“Bellia?” Leo asked.

“She wants your seed,” Bellia said and climbed onto Lady Ianna’s bier. She straddled the goddess and planted her bush right on her lips. The cum spilled out of her. The goddess shuddered, drinking the offering. “My gift to you, Lady of Life.”

“Accepted,” the goddess said in her mind.

Bellia gasped as energy swirled around her. Suddenly, she was clad in wooden armor with a skirt of green leaves. A blade of wood appeared in her hand. She rose from the sleeping goddess, feeling a connection to her.

“She made me her paladin, Lord Leo,” gasped Bellia. “This is amazing. I can serve you even more effectively now.”

“Yeah,” Leo said in shock. “With wood armor. The leaf skirt’s kind of hot.”

Bellia beamed, so happy to serve her Lord in any way she could.

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After reviving his will o’ wisps—Zmona, Draugas, Ismintingas, and Sventasisa had died—Siwang explored and found the feral dungeon builder’s mana vein. He had only one. A thousand or more years, and he had only one.

What had the man done for a thousand years?

What a waste.

Well, Siwang now had 5 Mana Veins.

He then checked on Outpost 13. The dwarves were watching it but had not attacked. Perhaps they were scared. Nameusmabimuda had walked out of there with the Blessed Blade of Ice. That probably unnerved them.

Well, things were going well. Siwang saw no need to worry about the dwarves. He had to be ready to support Leo who was planning on moving his dungeon to the west now. To the Ice Shrine on the edge of Fuegin’s territory.

So far, the fire builder had proven to be a good ally. Siwang hoped that continued. He hoped Fuegin would swear fealty to Leo and become a loyal friend in saving this world and protecting the Incarnation.

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Garnet could not help but watch in envy as Mom hugged Leo.

It was clear their mother was Leo’s lover. Garnet wanted that so much, but how could she compete against Maya and Mom. Garnet had no breasts. Just little mounds. It was so unfair. She wanted to be her big brother’s lover, too.

“We’re going to be late for school,” said Leo as he headed out the door.

Garnet nodded glumly and trailed after Leo and Maya who were all snuggled up and lovey dovey. Even Mom’s new girlfriend, Halia, was one of Leo’s lover. It was all some weird charade. No wonder Leo didn’t want Halia to go to the hospital when they found the busty wench naked in the backyard.

More big tits! It’s not fair!

Chapter Thirty-Nine

With the Blessed Blade of Ice in hand and the feral builder dealt with, I wanted to head for the Shrine of Ice. I woke up and headed to my Vault ready to do that. I would pass by the cities of Nyimia and Kistal, hopefully picking up the Blessed Blade of Dark and the Blessed Blade of Thunder respectively. It was a good goal.

“Let’s begin!” Souleen said when I arrived.

“That’s right,” I said and gripped my Void Crystal.

From Outpost Voashire West, I drove my dungeon to the west and entered the halfling nation of Nalamire. It lay due south of the elven nation of Varimilianiatha, the nation Fuegin had conquered to seize the Great Library of Lyrialiasa. It was about the same side, bound by the Ajali River to the north and the Shotan River to the south. It lay on the shores of the Kermon Sea. Across the inland body of water lay the island nation of Nosh and its capital, Nyimia.

That was my first goal, but I had to build outposts along the way.

Just across the border into Nalamire, leaving behind the Wild Lands of Norgost, I built Outpost Nalamire Alpha. I decided that since I had just gained a new class of Level 1 monster girls, the rakshasas would be perfect to staff it.

I delved into the Life section of the monster girl menu and found the rakshasas. They were much like Baaghi but didn’t have as big of breasts. The tiger heads, the pale bodies with black stripes, and green eyes.

Names rose in my mind. I said them all at once.

“Janga, Daala, Tairana, Jamhaee, Pooncchi, Aalasee, and Neendi, appear!” I commanded.

Seven swirls of shadows whirled through my dungeon. Then the rakshasa were there. Their whiskers twitched as they purred. They stretched in the languorous manner of cats, their tails swishing behind them. Their cat ears twitched.

“Lord Leo,” they all purred with hunger in their slitted, green eyes.

“Welcome, welcome,” I said. “Janga, eat out Daala’s pussy while I fuck you. The rest, daisy-chain!”

The rakshasa sisters all purred in delight. The two I named sauntered from their pride, tails swishing eagerly. The other five sank to the floor around the plinth holding the Void Crystal and started feasting. The incestuous daisy chain made me smile.

“Lord Leo,” Janga purred as she reached me, grabbing my cock. “I look forward to serving you.”

“As do I,” her sister, Daala, purred. She sank to the floor and spread her legs wide. “Mmm, come and lick at my sweet pussy, Janga love,”

“Yes, Daala love,” cooed Janga. She spun around and dropped to her knees. She presented her ass to me. She wiggled it at me. I loved the sight. My cock ached to fuck her in the ass.

Janga feasted on Daala’s pussy. The rakshasa groaned at her sister’s lapping. I loved it. I dropped to my knees and slapped my cock down on Janga’s butt-cheeks. I slid it across her pale flesh to her butt-crack. She purred into her sister’s cunt.

I found Janga’s asshole and thrust against her sphincter. I loved the feel of her sphincter on my cock. I pushed on her, drilling against her. It was so good to do that to her. She whimpered and gasped as my cock popped past her asshole.

I sank into her bowels.

I loved that delight. It was so good being in her bowels. Just an incredible rush to sink into her anal sheath. She clamped down on me. I loved that so much. It was a true delight to have her gripping me with her asshole.

She purred into her sister’s cunt. Daala gasped in delight, her round boobs jiggling. She licked the chops, her whiskers jiggling. I loved the sight as I bottomed out in Janga’s bowels. Her anal sheath held my cock. I throbbed in her.

I drew back my dick, loving how she gripped me. She held me in her tight asshole. I slammed back into her bowels. I fucked her hard and fast. I pounded her with my big dick. She growled her delight as I fucked into her anal sheath.

I thrust into her again and again. I loved fucking her bowels with such force. I savored that delight. She held me tight with her anal sheath. I pounded her bowels with all that I had. I was so glad to fuck her like this. I enjoyed every thrust into her anal sheath.

She groaned as I fucked her hard and fast. I pounded her bowels with powerful strokes. Her bowels clamped down on me. She held me tight. It was an incredible delight to bury into her flesh. I hammered her with force.

I thrust away at her bowels. I hammered her with everything that I had. It was a delight to fuck her like that. I groaned with each thrust. I buried into her bowels hard and fast. I fucked her with force. It was a delight to bury into her.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned. “That’s so good.”

“Lord Leo,” moaned Janga.

“Mmm, fuck Janga love,” cooed Daala. “Fuck her so hard. She’s devouring my cunt!”

“I am, Daala love,” purred Janga, her bowels gripping my dick.

I savored that delight as I fucked to the hilt in her bowels. I wanted to cum in her. To flood her with my cum. That would be incredible. I pounded her bowels with force. I loved the warmth around my dick. It was amazing to fuck her like that.

I shuddered, slamming into her anal sheath. It was an absolute joy to bury into her flesh. She felt incredible around my dick. Just an absolute delight. I slammed into her flesh, reveling in that moment of bliss.

I fucked her with force. I pounded her with passion. It was so good to thrust away at her bowels. I groaned, her anal sheath gripping me. She held me with her tight flesh. I loved how good that felt. Her bowels massaged me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned into her sister’s cunt. “That’s it.”

“Yes, yes, lick at me, Janga love,” moaned Daala. Her round breast jiggled. “That’s… Yes!”

She hissed her pleasure as she came. She bucked, drowning her sister with pussy cream. I loved it as I fucked Janga’s tight asshole. I pounded her bowels with hard thrusts. Her bowels gripped my cock. I loved how she massaged me. I buried to the hilt in her bowels.

“Lord Leo!” she snarled as her asshole convulsed around me.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned and erupted into her bowels.

I flooded her anal sheath with my cum. Her anal sheath rippled around me. I savored the heat. Beyond them, the other rakshasas also hissed and yowled their pleasure. The five sisters came together, drowning each other in pussy cream.

I loved that, it was so amazing to watch. I shuddered, spurting my cum into that hot asshole. Janga’s bowels milked my cock as she drowned in her sister’s pussy cream. Daala hissed her delight, her boobs bouncing and whiskers twitching.

I grunted, firing the last of my cum into her bowels.

I felt so damned good. I smiled, breathing heavily. I ripped my cock out of her asshole, ready to get back to work. My rakshasas were sexy, but I was hoping to get a hold of two Blessed Blades and reach the Ice Shrine.

I wanted another goddess to fuck. No, two goddesses. I had access to the Thunder Shrine, I just had to retrieve the blade from Kistal. I hummed as I stepped over my panting monster girls. They were wonderful creatures.

I sent them to Outpost Nalamire Alpha.

To be continued…

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