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Chapter One

Therodin ripped his blade free from the dungeon builder’s throat.

Commander of the adventuring squad known as the Company, Therodin had spent his adult life killing builders. It never failed to make him smile to see the shock on their faces. The monsters thought they were special. Chosen from this other world to come here and rule with their abominable monster girls.

With their inhuman sluts.

The dungeon shuddered. He drew in a deep breath, savoring that feel of the energy powering the place fading. The dungeon died with the monster. The fairy about to fire off her beam of light and kill Therodin now had a look of shock on her face. A heartbeat later, she burst into motes of light and vanished, sent back to the Void which had birthed her.

Blood dripped from Therodin’s blade as he stared down at the brown-skinned man. He had face tattoos that made him look ferocious, like a demon. They had not helped him. His blood spread in a pool around him. Dead.

He was a low-level builder with Level 1 Monster Girls. A threat that a group of heroes could accomplish. If they gained Level 2 Monster Girls, it took multiple adventuring groups, and people would die. If they had Level 3… Armies or capitulation.

Most days, it was capitulation.

In the old days, the heroes wielding the Blessed Blades could attempt to take out the most dangerous of builders. Those with Level 4 Monster Girls. Men who ruled empires like Fuegin the Black Flame, Leo the False, and Wai the Dreamer. That was who Therodin had his eyes on.

Wai the Drowner who ruled the southeastern portion of the world. A tyrant who had his capital on an island in the middle of the renamed Wai Sea. To take on a monster like that, Therodin needed a new plan. A brilliant one.

He tracked down a legend: the Binding Collar.

The first wielder of the Blessed Blade of Thunder, an elf named Kovianiliiseam, had invented a collar that could bind a dungeon builder to his will. He never used it. Perhaps he feared it. Therodin did not. He had claimed it and put it around a newly arrived builder, a pathetic wretch named Barany.

Then Therodin had sworn his service to the builder. His entire adventuring band had knelt to Barany. Technically, Barany was their lord, but he was Therodin’s slave. Unable to rebel against Therodin’s commands, Barany had become their puppet. They would make him strong. The most powerful dungeon builder in the world.

Through him, they would destroy all the rest. Wai first.

However, his plans had changed when they had found this strange shrine with the Glyph of Fire. Since then, near the heart of Barany’s own dungeon, they had found another shrine with the Glyph of Lightning. Now, Barany searched for the Glyph of Death which lay in Wai’s territory. The location was predicted by Therodin’s lover, Auniasiiriliiania.

His sweet Ril.

How he missed his elf, but she had left weeks ago for her homeland. Only one nation in the world had ever avoided being conquered by the dungeon builders. The elves of Varimilianiatha had a special barrier that protected them from builders, or had. Ril had arrived to find her homeland under Fuegin’s occupation. He had defeated the barrier, but how it worked gave Ril an idea to use it to bind Fuegin similar to how Barany was bound to the group.

She just had to replace some of the missing pieces to the barrier Fuegin had destroyed.

“Good kill,” grunted Zarn, a dwarf fighter with a thick beard of auburn plaited into a square beard. He wore heavy armor, clutching his ax and mace in his hands. “That’ll bring Barany up to Level 3.”

“Once he finds the mana veins,” said Empty, the Company’s only mage now that Ril was on her mission. He stood swathed in black robes. His voice rasped from having his throat cut by servants of Fuegin.

“The Lord and Lady of Thunder have blessed us,” Corthin said, an elven priest to the Gods of Thunder. His blond hair spilled down the back of his bronze robes. He clutched his holy book to his chest, his long ears twitching.

“Yeah, it was fun,” Niss the rogue said. A human like Therodin, she wore tight, black leather. She tossed one of her throwing daggers in the air. Rogues were useful to find traps and disable them. Her green eyes sparkled. “So, what sort of Light monster girl will Barany summon.”

Therodin shrugged. “I don’t care.”

“They are fun to fuck,” said Aython. The halfling warrior wield an ax bigger than he was. He had gauntlets enchanted with Earth magic to give him inhuman strength.

Zarn nodded in agreement, a wicked grin on the dwarf’s face.

“Light is an interesting element for Barany to gain,” Empty said. “Illusions can be powerful, especially since we do not have Ril.”

Illusions… An idea formed in Therodin’s mind. Wai the Drowner was close. With his power, Barany would be ready for the end game. A plan started to coalesce in the human’s mind.
He smiled as he considered it. He would have to make sure it was feasible, but…

Yes, yes, he was happy with this development.

“I have found the Death Shrine and claimed the Glyph,” Barany reported, his voice broken.

“Good,” said Barany. “And you felt what I gave you? Summon your monster girls.”

“Yes, sir,” whispered Barany.

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Anger boiled through me as I stared at the dead halfling girl, her throat slit.

The surf crashed into the beach behind me as the rage swelled in me. I glared at the entrance to the dungeon from where her body had appeared. The monster inside there had killed her when I demanded her release. The builder had other halflings he captured from a coastal village.

I had no idea why. Some builders just became… evil. They believed they could do what they wanted, and once they learned killing the mortal inhabitants of this world gave them power, some of them became… indiscriminate.

The Incarnation wants dangerous men, I thought to myself. She had summoned us to save her, but she believed she needed tough men. It was wrong. I would put a stop to it. I would seize all the Blessed Blades and all the Shrines. I would claim the Twelve Ladies and cuckold the Gods. I would achieve what no other builder in four thousand years had done.

I would protect the Incarnation and put a stop to this madness.

Paanee, Baaghi, Bjorni, Geista, Stute, Tuyet, and Yaramaza raced into the dungeon at my command to capture the builder and bring him out alive. I wanted his blood. I trembled. I had come here to negotiate to free them. Come in person to appeal to the builder, and the mother fucker threw out her body.

He would face my judgment.

I bent down over the halfling girl. She had swarthy skin, her eyes open. I closed them, my eyes burning. A hiccuping sob burst from behind me. That sounded like Garnet, my little sister. Her wings fluttered.

A watery arm slipped around my shoulder. Maya, my undine girlfriend, pressed against me. I took the halfling girl’s hand and kissed her knuckles. Before I folded them across her chest. I wanted to go inside that dungeon and murder the builder myself.

Another arm went around me from the other side. My mother. The dryad held me with her motherly affection. I drew strength from them both. I was glad I had them. Had my other monster girls with them.

“I can’t wait to see the fear in that disgusting leach’s face,” Crystal said. My big sister stood by the entrance. An ice sprite, her body gleamed, frozen and beautiful. She formed daggers out of ice, ready to stab him.

“Yes!” Terra hissed. The barista formed her hands into hammer fists. A golem, she was made of clay, her flesh gray and moldable. Her hair, made of copper wires, tumbled down her back. “I will gladly pound him into pulp.”

“Yes!” Garnet hissed. “He deserves it! She’s so beautiful. Punish him, Dark Lord Big Bro!” Calling me Dark Lord was a game Garnet played. She had watched too much anime.

“Here,” whispered Alizee. The cheerleader landed before me, her white hair fluttering. A sylph, she could fly at will. She held a bundle of wildflowers in her hands. She knelt over the girl and placed them in her hands. “There. She’s so beautiful. It’s not right, Leo.”

“It’s not,” I said.

Mrs. Lucina shook her head. The MILF who lived in my neighborhood had become my angel in this world. A halo shone down on her mature features. Her white wings wrapped around her lush body. She was the last of my companions I had brought with me. The others were back in my dungeons or running my various embassies.

“I’m glad you’re not risking yourself,” Maya whispered. “I know it’s hard to stay outside, but…”

I felt the weight of responsibility. So many people were bound to me. Villagers. Soldiers. Their families. A king and queen—who was also my wife. My adventurers. My monster girls. Two other builders, Siwang and Munjan. If I died, thousands would die with me. All I could do was bring this girl back to her family and, hopefully, rescue alive the other prisoners.

Tears stung my eyes as I waited for my monster girls to attend to the bastard.

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Paanee slithered through the dungeon. The naga hissed with fury. She was not one of Leo’s original companions—he didn’t summon her from another world but inherited her from a raping piece of dog shit named Jindag—but she was glad to serve him.

Her original owner, Jindag, had done this. He had kidnapped village girls to make a harem. Bellia, Leo’s new Paladin of Life, was one of those girls. Leo had charged into Jindag’s dungeon to rescue them with Halia.

Poor Halia. She was the first non-monster girl to swear allegiance to Leo. His paladin. His lover.

Her death still left holes in everyone’s hearts. They all missed her.

Ahead of Paanee, Geista moved through the floor. She was searching for grasp, triggering them. She was a shade, her beautiful figure made of glowing energy. Translucent, she could melt through any physical object. She was very useful.

Arrows shot out from the wall and passed harmlessly through her body.

Geista set the pace for them. She reached a branching corridor and went right. Not far down it, she triggered a trap. A panel opened in the ceiling and the body of a dead halfling slammed into the ground with a meaty thwack.

“Shitboots!” roared Bjorni the bugbear. Her fury echoed down the hall. “Faster, Geista! Faster!”

“I am going as fast as I can to find the tarps,” Geista shot back. “Don’t distract me!”

“We will find him,” Yaramaza said, the devil holding a flaming pitchfork. “He’ll—”

She threw her pitchfork at the ceiling and struck an arachne. A Level 2 Darkness monster girl burst into motes as she dropped from the ceiling. Paanee hissed as more of them were appearing out of the ceiling.

Paanee hissed and spat poison at one, striking it. The green acid sizzled on the monster girl’s breasts. The arachne screamed in pain. She had the lower half of a black spider and the upper half of a beautiful woman. Her clawed feet gripping the ceiling lost their grip. She landed on the floor.

Yaramaza slammed a flaming pitchfork into the monster girl’s back.

Geista shot up toward the ceiling and grabbed a third, thrusting her hands into the arachne’s breasts. The monster girl hissed in pain, her body spasming. She burst into motes, her life force stolen from her by the touch of the shade.

Baaghi the rakshasa leaped at another, ripping her down from the ceiling and tearing at her throat with her tiger maw. The monster girl became sparkling glitter as she faded away. Baaghi snarled. Like Paanee, she had served Jindag.

Now she served a proper master.

An arachne landed on Baaghi’s back and bit with her own poisonous fangs. Baaghi bucked and roared, throwing the spider off her. Paanee spat at the enemy, but narrowly missed her. Baaghi spasmed on the ground, foam bubbling from her teeth.

Stute, a nightmare, leaped out of the shadows and slammed her hoofed feet down on the carapace of the arachne. A sickening crunch as the exoskeleton burst, fluids spraying. The nightmare drove the arachne to the floor, the monster girl screaming in pain before she died.

Another arachne fired webbing at Tuyet, but she was a dog-like monster girl called an adlet. With white skin and blue hair, she made an icy blur as she dodged the attack and leaped for the arachne with sharp claws and sharper fangs.

She ripped open the arachne’s belly. Bjorni seized the last arachne from the ceiling. The tall, bear-headed monster girl broke the arachne over her knee with a terrifying snap. The monster girl gurgled and died in a burst of motes that rained around Bjorni.

Baaghi gurgled her last and died, her body fading into motes. She would sleep in the Void in the arms of Souleen until Leo summoned her again. Baaghi hissed as she looked around for any more arachne.

“Keep going,” Bjorni said. “They’re dead.”

“Yesssss,” Paanee hissed. “Lead ussss, Geisssta.”

The shade nodded and sank into the floor. She moved her arms through it, searching for traps. The dungeon wound about. A labyrinth of course. The tunnels sloped up and down, turning them around. More traps were found. Pit traps. Arrow traps. A darkness trap that was supposed to blind them and cause them to blunder into a series of spear and pit traps.

They were all disabled.

All but one that Geista missed.

“Fuck,” Yaramaza said at the click at her feet. A heartbeat later, the ceiling slab above her head crashed into her skull and smashed her to the floor.

The devil vanished in a burst of sparks.

Geista stared in horror at it. “I… I thought I had them all.”

“Shit happens,” Bjorni growled.

“It is unfortunate,” Stute said, “but we have to keep moving. Unless you wish Leo to come in and risk himself?”

“Absolutely not,” Geista said. “I will do better, though.”

Paanee nodded, trusting that the shade would do just that. They had no choice but to keep pressing forward. It was the only option they had. The halflings needed them. The dungeon wound about before it came to a door.

“The throne room?” asked Tuyet. Her dog-like ears twitched. The air grew chilly around the Ice monster girl.

“Check,” Paanee hissed at Geista.

She slid into the floor and moved forward to peek inside. “I can’t see anything,” Geista reported through the bond. “It’s a trap room, I believe. It feels empty. Just pure black.”

“A place where the arachne could ambush us?” asked Stute.

“Why did he waste them?” Paanee asked. She didn’t have her sibilant accent when using the telepathic communication.

“Arrogance,” Bjorni said.

The monster girls waited for Geista to search it. Paanee hated the delay. She knew that Leo would be growing impatient. He could be so rash, but they had to do this properly. They could not allow Leo to enter. He would probably have no problem killing the builder, but…

Nothing was certain in fighting. Leo was too important to risk. It was the duty of his companions, those he summoned and those he claimed, to keep him safe. Paanee believed that, her tail rasping together, the sound of her scales rubbing against each other soothing. Paanee had grown used to being in a body with no arms. She was fast. Agile. Had her poison fangs. Her tail was dexterous.

Still, she missed rubbing her hands together.

“It’s empty,” Geista reported. “No pits in the room. No traps. No monster girls. There’s a door on the far side with a corridor.”

“It’s locked,” said Tuyet after trying the knob.

“Allow me,” Paanee hissed and gathered her acidic poison.

She spat on the door. Acid was a property of Water, her element. It ate through the knob. She pushed the door open with her head and slithered into the dark room. She could see nothing inside. She couldn’t even see the door behind her.

“I’m here,” Geista said before her. “Stute, can you see?”

“I cannot,” the Darkness monster girl said. “It’s a powerful enchantment. I can leap through shadows in here, but that’s it.”

“Then we go slowly,” Paanee said. “Move for the other side of the room and get out of here. Geista.”

“Just go straight,” the shade said.

Paanee nodded and slithered into the room. She breathed slowly, trying not to be unnerved by the darkness. This was so different. It pressed down on her. The black had a weight that wanted to smother her. Her scales rasped, the sound so loud.

“I smell something,” Tuyet growled.

Something struck Paanee. Pain ripped at her, tearing through her flesh. The naga twisted around and bit at the darkness. She missed. Blood choked her throat as the pain reached her heart. She tried to scream.

She died and fell into the Void to sleep.

Chapter Two

Stute the nightmare froze in shock at Paanee’s hisses cutting off. They were not alone in the room? She was not used to being unable to see. A Darkness monster girls, he was supposed to be at home in the pitch black, but it unnerved her.

She spun around, her hoofs clopping. Where had death come from?

“Where are you bear fucker?” roared Bjorni.

Tuyet growled low.

“The thick night falls, let the enmity of Lord Zuen smother!” a deep voice boomed, the sound echoing through the room.

Geista screamed in pain, attacked by Night Smother, a Darkness spell. Stute listened and heard something from the right. She leaped through the darkness and appeared behind someone. She could feel them in the dark. She attacked.

The form dodged out of the way and growled. “Shadows flow and darkness sharpen, let the cunning of Lord Zuen stab!”

Sharp pain ripped into Stute. She stumbled and collapsed to the ground, bleeding from the wound. Tuyet howled in pain. She fought with another monster girl. The companion of the builder that had just injured Stute with Dark Dagger.

I threw my thoughts of slumber at the builder. I focused on him falling asleep. That was my skill as a Nightmare. I could put people to sleep. I imagined him growing weary. Stumbling. Falling into a deep sleep.

“What?” he gasped as he staggered.

Bjorni roared and charged blindly across the room. She crashed into the builder. They fell in a snarl. She tousled with him as Stute struggled to stand. The wound to her back throbbed. The builder groaned, groggy with Stute’s sleeping magic.

The nightmare focused on him falling into a dream.

“Got you, bear fucker,” snarled Bjorni.

Something slammed into Bjorni. The companion monster girl. The bugbear roared as she tumbled on the ground near Stute. A cat-like hiss filled the air. Blood spurted, splashing hot on Stute. The feline screech sent a shiver through Stute.

They fought a bakeneko.

Stute focused on the sounds of Bjorni gurgling. She was on her belly, her throat slit. Stute pictured the cat-like monster girl on the bugbear. With a grunt of pain, Stute leaped into the shadows and appeared over the bakeneko.

Stute slammed down but struck nothing, not even Bjorni. The bugbear must be dead and the bakeneko dodged the attack. The wounded nightmare staggered. She could hear the bakeneko stalking around her, protecting the slumbering dungeon builder.

Claws ripped into her back.

Stute jumped into shadows across the room. She landed there, listening. Tuyet was dead, too. It was just her. They had failed Lord Leo. She knew the attack would cum so she jumped again, but she was bleeding bad.

Dying. She would not last long. Then the builder would wake up.

A purr echoed through the dark. “Little mouse, where are you running?”

“To us!” a new voice roared.

Light exploded in the room, glowing from the halo of an angel. Mrs. Lucina had burst into the room followed by Garnet. Her shadowy whip cracked out and grabbed the bakeneko’s arm, yanking her back. The feline monster girl hissed in shock as a crystal dagger took her in the throat.

She fell to the ground, gurgling in blood.

Terra rushed forward and slammed a hammer fist into the bakeneko’s head. The enemy monster girl burst into glittering motes that tumbled across the floor. The gleam had Stute smiling. She staggered, about to die.

“He’s unconscious,” she whimpered as she fell into Alizee’s arms. The sylph held her. “You came just in time.”

“When Leo felt Baaghi die, he sent us in,” said Crystal. “Backup.”

“He found the perfect place to hit us,” groaned Stute. “But I put him to sleep.”

“Yeah, you did,” Alizee said and kissed her.

Stute groaned into the kiss, her body failing. “You better gag him now before…”

“On it!” Garnet said and rushed over to the builder. She formed a gag out of her shadows. A dildo gag. “You deserve this humiliation, tyrant!”

She shoved the dildo gag into his mouth and bound it up. Then she added manacles to his back and feet. She had him trussed up like a pig. Stute sighed in relief and closed her eyes. She succumbed to her wounds and found herself in the Void.

In Souleen’s loving arms.

Chapter Three

The thirty or so halflings were trembling as they stumbled out of the dungeon, led by Garnet. They were crying and sobbing. The poor things. I bristled with anger at the sight of them. They were alive, though. Which was more to say with the four additional bodies my monster girls brought out of the dungeon.

“He tortured them,” Crystal said as she and Terra threw down the builder to the ground. He was White with black hair and a muscular build. He growled into the shadow gag shoved in his mouth, his hands and legs manacled behind him. “He had a room with… I want to vomit.”

Mrs. Lucina glared murder down at the builder.

“No,” Maya gasped. She and Mom had stayed outside with me. “That’s awful.”

“He calls himself Night,” Terra said. “Or so the captives told us. Once they realized we weren’t going to hurt them. He used his arachne to web them up and… If I had a stomach, I would be vomiting, Leo.”

“When he wasn’t torturing them, he used them as slaves,” said Alizee. “He had them cook and clean. Used them as footrests. Threw daggers at them when they weren’t moving fast enough.”

“Can I peel his skin off?” Crystal asked. “Huh?” Her icy daggers appeared in her hand. “I’ll make sure it hurts.”

Part of me wanted her to do that. This vicious, ugly part of me. I pushed it down.

“Bring him,” I said. I looked to the traumatized halflings. “It’s time to go home. You’re free. He won’t harm you again.”

The halflings just nodded, cringing and cowed. They expected to be hurt. My heart broke from them even as my rage against Night—what a fucking juvenile name—swelled in me. I marched up the coast at the head of my monster girls. They carried Night, the halfling following after them.

I wanted to hurt him. The ugly emotions boiled my blood. Day by day, I wanted to become cruel. I wanted to inflict pain on those who hurt others. I wanted to personally kill every dungeon builder who thought his powers allowed him to harm others for his own gain.

That wasn’t justice. It was vengeance.

No, no, Night had to face justice.

It took nearly an hour of walking to reach the fishing village. The halflings rang alarms as we approached. On the docks, women mending nets through them down. Others were gutting fish to dry them. They were all in fear as we approached.

One halfling, older with graying hair, approached. He wore a dark vest and pants, his shirt off-white linen beneath. He saw me at the lead with Maya and Mom flanking me. He bowed low to me, shivering.

“What can I do for you, Great Builder,” he whimpered.

“I am Leo the True,” I said, my voice loud and ringing. I pointed to my tower which was just visible. “My monster girls witnessed this criminal seizing your people. I could not stand by and witness this injustice. I have captured him, returned your youths who still live and the bodies of the five he murdered.”

Terra and Crystal threw the motherfucker down at the feet of the mayor.

“This is Night,” I declared. “I have brought him here to face your justice. Who in your village judges crimes.”

“The priest,” said the halfling, stunned. “He pronounces the judgment of the Lord and Lady of water.” The village chief looked at the youths who were already being reunited with their families. Their parents swarmed around them, hugging them. A few…

A few mourned the dead, sobbing over their children that I had failed to save.

“Where is the priest?” I asked.

“This way, Noble Builder,” the village chief said, staring at me in awe. “Will we… have to pay tribute.”

“No,” Leo said. “I will protect you from any builder. You don’t have to give me anything in return.

“But why?” he blurted out before he flinched. “I am so sorry to question you, Noble Builder.” He dropped to the ground, prostrating himself.

“Stand,” I said gently. I helped him rise. “I am helping you because it’s the right thing to do. I am sorry I could not bring all your children home. This is the best I can do.”

The chief swallowed and nodded. “The priest is this way.”

Cheers echoed around us. The celebration of the thirty rescued outweighed the morning for the five who were not. We moved through the huts. They had stone walls mortared together with dome-shaped roofs covered in thick thatch. The temple was the only building that had a stone roof. It was a square structure in the center of the village with a pair of wooden statues painted in hues of blue. The Lord and Lady of Water.

“Lady Ninli is much hotter than that,” whispered Maya as we approached.

I smiled for a moment. She was. Lady Ninli was one of the three goddesses I had so far liberated from the Blessed Blades. Lady Sherida, Lady Ninli, and Lady Ianna. Light, Water, and Life. I was hoping to add Ice soon.

The priest emerged in robes of blue belted around the waist. He was an old halfling with white eyebrows and a wrinkled face. A younger man stood at his side, a junior priest and probably his grandson.

“The builder Night,” I said. “He has kidnapped your youths and murdered five. I bring him before you for justice.”

The priest glanced at the village chief who nodded.

“Five were murdered?” The priest closed his eyes. “The penalty for death has never changed. A life for a life. Once you have stolen what is most precious from another, you have forfeited your own existence in this world. In the name of Lord and Lady of Water, I sentence you to death by drowning.”

Night screamed into the gag and wriggled on the ground.

I just nodded as orders were given. It happened fast. The builder was wrapped up in fishing nets. Rocks were placed in with him. The halflings had gathered as this happened. Their anger burned through them as they watched the thrashing builder being carried by a group of strong, young fisherlings.

I followed with the others as they carried Night to the end of the dock. They threw him off and cheered. I watched the builder vanish into the water with a splash and a gurgle of bubbles. He sank to the bottom to drown. I waited for thirty minutes before the halflings hauled him up and lifted his corpse dripping in water.

They carried him through the village and out to their midden heap. They threw his body with the rotting leftovers of gutted fish. Seagulls cawed above, ready to dive down and feast on the corpse of the builder.

I nodded.

“You’re growing harder,” Maya said.

“This is justice,” Crystal said. “What a murder deserves.”

“Yes,” Mrs. Lucina hissed, tears in her eyes.

“He’s a monster,” Garnet said. “You didn’t see…” She flung herself at me. I held my little sister to me as she shook.

“This is what he deserved, Maya,” Mom said and hugged the undine.

“We didn’t have to watch,” Maya said.

“Yes, we did,” Terra said.

I nodded. “We brought him to justice. We had to witness his death. Witness justice. This is how it should be. If it wasn’t so dangerous to capture builders, I would do this more often, but… Sometimes they just have to be put down like rabid dogs.”

Crystal nodded.

“That’s sad,” whispered Garnet.

“I know,” Mom said, holding my girlfriend. “I know.”

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s return. We have work to do.”

“Just like that?” Maya asked. “You’re not going to take a break?”

I shook my head. I needed to get out of her. I needed to distract myself. These halflings needed to mourn their dead and celebrate the return of the surviving youths. They did not need me here with my monster girls looming over them. They were still afraid of me.

That was fine. They didn’t have to love me right away. I would prove that I was worthy of their trust. I marched to Outpost Nalamire Beta. The fire sprites were waiting for me at the door. They smiled at me, their flaming bodies crackling with their delight.

Seeing their smiles lifted my spirits.

“You saved them?” asked Nidioma, their leader.

“As many as I could,” I said. I had to learn to accept that. The world was not perfect. There would not always be happy endings, but I was glad that I had done something. I kissed Nidioma.

The warmth of her against my mouth was something stirring. She melted against me. I was so glad to have my monster girls. She hugged me, my robes in the way. I groaned as I pinned her against the walls and kissed her with such passion.

I had to forget that horror. I dropped to my knees a moment later and stared at her burning pussy. The orange-red flames that made up her body somehow perfectly captured her folds and clit. I buried between her blazing thighs and nuzzled into her pussy.

I licked at Nidioma’s cunt. I stroked through her folds, enjoying the smoky taste of her cunt. She had no juices, but she had a taste. It was exhilarating. I tongued her cunt, loving her flavor as she moaned, her burning boobs jiggling above my head.

“Mmm, I know what my son needs,” Mom purred and opened my robes. She found my hard cock.
The incestuous warmth of her mouth engulfed my cock. I groaned as she danced her tongue around the crown of my cock. I moaned into the monster girl’s pussy. I tongued her with passion, stroking through her hot folds as Mom bobbed her head.

She worked her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled hard on me. The taboo thrill of her sucking my dick washed through me. Mom nursed on me with all her love. I felt the eyes of my monster girls behind me as the door shut.

“Well, if we’re fucking,” Crystal purred. My big sister sounded so horny. “I do love fucking Fire monster girls. Get over here, Ano.”

“Yes!” Ano moaned. “Oh, Lady Crystal, you’re so chilly. I love it.”

“Mmm, and you, Lady Maya, are so yummy,” Mimara moaned.

“Yes, yes, let me fuck you with my shadowy dildo, Paisa,” cooed my little sister.

The gasps and moans of the fire sprites and my companions having fun behind me made me smile. I put Night and his crimes out of my mind and savored the sweet things in life. Eating a monster girl’s pussy while my dryad-mommy suckled on my dick.

I loved that hot mouth bobbing up and down my cock. Mom suckled with such passion on me. I groaned into the smoky pussy, feasting on the fire sprite. She tasted so damn good. I licked at her flaming folds to her clit. I suckled on that burning nub.

Nidioma gasped as I did that. She threw back her head, grinding her pussy on my face. She quivered in delight as I did that. It was so much fun to suckle on her like this. I nibbled on her bud, enjoying the way she moaned and gasped. The sounds she made were just so delicious.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned. “That’s… I…”

She squirmed on me as Mom suckled on my dick. She nursed hard on me, working that incestuous mouth up and down my rod. She danced her tongue around the crown. The pleasure shot through me. It was just so damned good to have her do that. I groaned in delight, enjoying every last second of her suckling on me.

Fire sprites squealed in the background. So did my companions. It was music to my ears as the pressure at the tip of my cock swelled to the bursting point. I stroked my tongue through Nidioma’s folds. I lapped at her, savoring her smoky flavor.

“Lord Leo!” she moaned, her body burning hotter. Her flames crackled as they rose up her flesh, giving shape to her curvy form. “I love you, Lord Leo!”

“I love you, Nidioma,” I groaned and suckled hard on her clit.

“Oh, oh, oh,” gasped the fire sprite. She tossed her head. “That’s so good. Oh, Lord Leo. I’m going to cum.”

I loved hearing that as I suckled on her clit. I nursed hard on her bud. She whimpered and moaned, tossing her head as I flicked my tongue around her bud. Mom suckled hard on my dick. My nuts tightened beneath her suckling pressure.

I groaned as she loved me like that. It was just so good to have her doing that. My nuts twitched as I moaned into that hot pussy. I flicked my tongue around her bud. She gasped, her back arching as I loved her with passion.

“Lord Leo!” gasped Nidioma. “I… I… Yes!”

She bucked.

Her body burned hot. No pussy juices gushed out of her cunt because she had none. She was a being of pure fire. Her passionate flames burned around my face. Her warmth caressed me as Mom suckled hard on my cock. My nuts witched.

“Fuck!” I groaned and fired my cum into her mouth.

My dryad-mommy gulped down my cum. I savored spurting blast after blast of my jizz into her mouth. The heat slammed through me. I roared into that hot cunt. I licked at the fire sprite’s pussy as I unloaded in my mother’s mouth.

“God, yes,” I groaned.

“Oh, Lord Leo,” Nidioma moaned, grinding her burning cunt on my face. “Thank you!”

I groaned into her pussy as I dumped more and more blasts of my cum into Mom’s mouth. I filled her up with my jizz. It was just so amazing to have the ecstasy crashing through my mind. I trembled through such wonderful ecstasy. Sparks sizzled through my mind as I dumped my load into her mouth.
I fired the last blast of cum.

She popped her mouth off and purred, “Mmm, now fuck her hard.”

“Yes,” I growled and rose, kissing the fire sprite I had pinned to the wall.

Her burning thighs wrapped around my waist. She was so light, just made of fire. My cock nuzzled into her blazing twat. I thrust into her pussy. The flames of her snatch rippled around my cock as I filled her up. She wasn’t wet, but she was silky.

And so fucking hot.

I kissed her flaming lips as her burning pussy gripped my dick. I loved the way she massaged me with her hot flesh. I thrust away at her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I plowed into her with all that I had, loving the way she moaned. How she gasped.

She broke the kiss and moaned, “Lord Leo!”

“Nidioma!” I growled, fucking my fire sprite hard.

The other monster girls gasped into the background, some cumming, as I hammered Nidioma’s cunt. I fucked her pussy hard and fast. I plowed into her blazing snatch, loving the way her flames massaged my cock.

The silky heat of her cunt melted down my cock to my balls. I groaned, burying into her burning twat over and over again. Her flaming tits rubbed against my chest. Orange and red danced around me as her face twisted in delight.

“You’re so amazing, Lord Leo,” she moaned. “Thank you for creating me! For conjuring me out of the Void!”

“I spoke your name, and you appeared!” I growled. “You are mine!”

“Yours, yours, yours!” she gasped, so delirious.

I fucked into her cunt with hard strokes. I buried into her pussy with everything that I had. It was so good to fuck her hard. I pounded her cunt with force. I hammered her snatch with everything that I had. She gripped me, massaging me with her hot flesh.

My nuts slapped into her burning taint as the need to cum swelled in me. I would have a huge climax. Just flood her burning pussy with my cum. I knew she would love that. She groaned, clenching down on me as I pounded her hard and fast.

“Lord Leo!” she gasped. “Your cock… Oh, yes, yes, flood me with your fuel. I’ll burn so hot with your cum in me!”

“God, yes!” I groaned, slamming into her blazing snatch.

The heat of her burning pussy massaged my cock. Those silky flames felt so incredible around the crown of my dick as I pumped away at her cunt. I buried into her pussy again and again. I loved how she groaned, squeezing down on me. She held me tight as I pounded her snatch.

She whimpered, gripping my cock with her amazing pussy. Her cunt clamped down on me. She held me with those wondrous flames. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming in her. I would flood her with all that I had.

“Cum in me, Lord Leo!” she moaned, her burning body rubbing against me. The warmth of her filled my body. Her cunt gripped my cock. “Please, please, fuel my flames with your cum!”

“Yes!” I glowed, the aching need to cum burning at the tip of my cock. I buried into her blazing cunt. “Shit!”

I erupted.

“Lord Leo!” she crackled and came.

Her flames burned hot as she trembled in my arms. Her blazing pussy spasmed around my spurting cock. I pumped my seed into her, fueling her passion. Her fire roared around me but did not burn me. I kissed her, loving her.

She burned away at the pain of today.

Her cunt rippled around me, milking out my salty fuel. I pumped more and more blasts of my cum into her snatch. I flooded her with all that I had. It was so good to have all that jizz flooding her cunt. I groaned through my pleasures. It was just incredible to dump my load into her twat. I groaned with each eruption of cum I fired into her snatch.

“Damn!” I groaned as I flooded her with all my jizz. “Oh, damn, that’s good!”

“So good,” she whimpered, her pussy rippling around my cock. “Mmm, that was just amazing, Lord Leo! Just so amazing!”

“Yes,” I groaned and kissed her on the lips. I loved the way she melted against me. I needed this so much after today.

The flames cleansed me. I loved my monster girls.

To be continued…

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