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Chapter Thirty-Four

It was noon, and Halia found the urge to pray.

Lady Sherida’s bright light fell on her as she knelt naked in the backyard. Only Mrs. Baldwin and Mrs. Lucina were home. The others were at school or work in Terra’s case. Halia slid her fingers down her body, her big boobs swaying.

“Lady Sherida, shine your light and guide us,” moaned Halia, her head bowed low.

Her fingers found her bush.

Her pussy lips.

She rubbed through her curls and shuddered at the pleasure. She felt the blessing of Lady Sherida flowing through her. Halia understood this now. She had to be a conduit. Another of the women would appear. Three were granted powers.

Another needed them.

“Thank you for making me your conduit to protect Lord Leo in this world, Lady Sherida,” prayed Halia as she thrust her fingers into her cunt. “I shall shine your light through this world, Lady of Light. I will illuminate the darkness and drive back the evil of Todlicht!”

Her pussy clamped down on her fingers. Halia shuddered, frigging herself with such vigor. She thrust a third finger into her twat, loving the pleasure rippling through her. Halia lifted her head to the sun, her eyes closed.

The warmth bathed her face and breasts.

Caressed her nipples.

The tingles shot down to her pussy being penetrated by her fingers. She worked them in and out of her, building toward her climax. The heel of her hand ground on her clit. The bud burst with sparks. She moaned in delight.

Juices dripped over her knuckles as she hurtled toward her climax. Lady Sherida’s light shone out of Halia’s soul. She was a beacon calling one of Leo’s women to her. She churned up her twat, whimpering as the pleasure swelled in her.

“Lady Sherida!” she howled as he came.

The pleasure burst through her.

The light shone into the world as Halia came. Her pussy writhed around her fingers. She moaned, bucking through the bliss. Juices gushed out around her fingers and spilled hot down her thighs. She cried out over and over again, reveling in this wondrous moment.

Her pussy spasmed about her digits. Her boobs heaved as she felt so good. She opened her eyes, staring up at the sun for a moment. She drank in the brilliance before she looked away, a bright, blue orb smeared across her vision.

The gate to the backyard opened.

Terra appeared in her jeans and her polo. She held a strap-on in her hand. “Do you know I felt I had to come home. I’m on my lunch. I don’t have time to stay, and why did I feel the need to grab a strap-on? I didn’t even know there was one on the porch, but I found it. Look at this thing. It’s very shiny.”

“Lady Sherida,” purred Halia. She rolled onto her hands and knees. “You used to fuck us with your clit-dildo. You were so skilled at it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Terra said. “Maya said this happened to her. You’re going to give me power or something.”

“Of Earth,” breathed Halia, her fingers digging through the grass to the soil beneath. The rich, loamy scent filled her nose. “Come, take me hard!”

A zipper rasped down. Cloth rustled. Halia didn’t look. She anticipated this moment. Her pussy soaked her bush. Juices dripped down her thighs as she waited for Terra to don the strap-on. The barista grunted and muttered something.

“There,” Terra said and dropped to her knees, the grass rustling. She slapped her dildo down on Halia’s ass. “Let’s do this.”

The noon sun shone down directly on Halia’s back and rump. She shuddered as Terra moved the strap-on down her butt-cheek to her dripping pussy. The tip of the cool dildo nuzzled through the paladin’s curls to find her hot twat.

Terra thrust into Halia’s pussy.

“Lady Sherida!” gasped Halia, her tits swaying, her nipples grazing the grass. Shivers ran through her as she enjoyed the dildo in her. “That’s so good!”

“Mmm,” purred Terra. “That is nice. Not like the other world, but… It’s still making my bud feel good.”

Halia nodded, her pussy gripping the dildo. When it pulled back, the pleasure rippled through the paladin. She gasped, enjoying how that thick shaft pounded her twat. She savored it fucking her with so much force. It was incredible to have her burying into her twat.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Halia gasped as Terra pumped away at her.

“Ooh, ooh, I am so glad I felt drawn here!” moaned Terra.

Halia nodded, whimpering as that dildo thrust away at her.

It was a beautiful thing to have that thick shaft burying into her twat. She groaned, gripping that delicious dildo. It fucked into her bowels over and over again. She was so happy to have it slamming into her twat.

She wiggled her hips, stirring that thick shaft around in her twat. She groaned, rising toward her climax. She would have a big burst of pleasure. It would be outstanding. She shuddered, enjoying every last second of that wonderful dildo fucking her.

“Lady Sherida,” moaned Halia, loving the warmth of the noon sun on her back.

“I know!” gasped Terra as she fucked away. “That’s so good!”

Halia moaned in agreement. She found it an incredible moment to have that dildo burying into her twat. She gripped it with her hot pussy, savoring the way that big dildo fucked her twat. She rocked back and forth. She would have a huge climax. It would be a spectacular moment. She whimpered, those strokes slamming into her.

She rose toward her climax. She would have a huge one. A big burst of pleasure. She rocked back and forth, taking that dildo in her cunt. It was a beautiful thing to have it churning her up. She wiggled her hips, savoring every moment of being fucked.

“Lady Sherida, I am going to burst!” Halia moaned.

“That does sound amazing!” Terra purred. “Ooh, I am fucking you so hard. You love it!”

“I do!”

Halia’s pussy melted around the dildo. The sun warmed her body while the grass tickled her nipples. She rocked back and forth, taking the fake cock in her pussy. She would have to be ready to protect Leo.
She would have help. Terra would make four awakened women.

She gripped that thick shaft with her cunt. It was a spectacular moment to have that big dildo fucking her. She groaned, so grateful to that thick shaft plowing into her. She tore at the grass, whimpering as she hurtled toward her climax.

“Terra,” groaned Halia, the paladin so close to bursting.

“Yes, yes, cum on my big, fake dick!” Terra moaned, slamming into the paladin.

She burst into rapture.

“Lady Sherida!” squealed Halia in thanksgiving, her pussy writhing around the dildo.

Waves of ecstasy swept through her body. She loved it. Stars flashed across her vision. Her cunt spasmed around the thrusting dildo. The thick, plastic shaft buried into Halia’s writhing pussy again and again, sending more rapture surging throughout her flesh.

“Oh, fuck!” Terra moaned. “Shit!”

She buried the dildo into Halia’s cunt and shuddered.

They were cumming together. It felt so wonderful. Both of them were quivering through such glorious passion. Stars flashed across their eyes. They whimpered, both of them gasping out their passion. It was a great moment.

An excellent moment.

They both groaned, Halia’s pussy rippling around the dildo. She suckled at it. She nursed on it with all that she had. It felt so good to do that. She whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her pussy rippled around the dildo.

The pleasure washed through them both. They were both gasping and groaning. Rapture drowned Halia’s mind. She shuddered as she hit that peak. She quivered there, her cunt rippling around that shaft in her. She suckled in a deep breath as the rapture died away.

Halia smiled, thinking, Thank you, Lady Sherida, for shining bright.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she groaned. “That’s… I can’t believe how great that was!”

“So great,” panted Halia. “Ooh, I loved every second of it.”

Terra pulled out of her pussy and said, “So, I have powers now? Earth ones, I suppose. How do I use them?”

“How do you walk?” asked Halia. “Do you think about every part of it, or do you just do it?”

“Interesting,” Terra said. “Next time that motherfucker shows up, he’s going to get a spike of earth rammed up his ass!”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Munjan was ready to steal the Blessed Sword of Death from the Ziggurat of the Skull in Ahavoire.

He had his dungeon in place. He had his plan. He would use Stonemeld to enter the temple while invisible. With him would go his Oread. They could move through rocks like he could with Stonemeld. Minijaciurny, Zonka, Pradstavica, and Padbadzioryc were powerful monster girls. Lastly, Kitty Delight could move through the shadows and keep up with him that way.

He thought about using his ghosts, but this was a Temple of Death. Better to use other monster girls.

He wasn’t interested in a fight, though.

First things first. After putting his dungeon beneath the temple, he needed to find where to go in the Ziggurat. So he made a water lock. It let him have a room connected to water. After all, Ahavoire lay on the shores of the Grand Havolim Lake.

Next, he created his scrying sensor.

Having Expert Magic was wonderful.

“Lord Shamash and Lady Sherida, create an eye for me to peer out at the world. Let me see through it. Let it gather the light of the world and send it to me.”

He was getting quite skilled with the device. He sent it out through the water lock and up through the black waters. It was night, and there was no light. It was hard to tell that he had even broached the water. A cloudy night.

Lights burned on the horizon. Ahavoire.

He sent the scrying sensor flying toward it.

“Ooh, that’s neat,” said Vina. The maenad had popped into his Vault. “Doing some scouting.”

“Yep,” said Munjan.

“Like watching a movie,” said Vina.

They maneuvered the scrying sensor to the Ziggurat of the Skull. It was a dark, foreboding shape at night. He moved it into the temple. It was guarded in the front by halflings with scythes. They looked formidable.

“Tunnels aren’t very big,” Vina said.

“Built for halflings,” Munjan answered. That would be a problem.

Halflings moved about in black robes decorated with bones. It was freaky the way they wore rib bones down the front that clattered as they moved, or had skulls on their shoulders, shaped to fit them. It was like something out of Warhammer.

“Creepy,” muttered Vina.

He nodded.

He found a group of them praying to the Lord of Death in a room, all on their knees. He passed them as he moved through the place. The priests and priestesses were moving about. Some of them were finding their rooms, retiring for the night.

He passed through a library where an aged halfling snored in a chair.

In another cell, a pair of halflings were making love, both trying to keep quiet.

“Ooh, hot,” said Vina.

“Not what we’re here for,” he said and moved the sensor.

They came to a room with a robed woman much taller than a halfling. She had black-scaled hands. She sipped at tea. The dragon. His heart seized as she glanced up at the scrying sensor. Vina screeched and clutched at him.

Can she see it? Munjan’s pounding heart seemed to ask.

He pulled it out of the room.

“That was like a horror movie,” whimpered Vina. “She can’t see it, right. It’s invisible.”

“Yeah,” Munjan said. “We’re just jumping and being idiots.”

“Right,” said Vina, nodding in agreement. “Just being big dummies.”

The scrying sensor moved through the temple. Candles burned on the walls in one room. Years of wax had melted over the bases of what looked like skulls. This place was so a maze. He moved lower and lower into the Ziggurat.

He entered the catacombs. Here, the passages were carved out of stone. No one moved about. There wasn’t even light. It was just alcoves full of skeletons. He explored all of it. This was the perfect way to breach the Ziggurat with his dungeon, but…

There was no blade.

“Higher?” Vina suggested.

“Must be.”

He moved the scrying sensor back into the temple proper. It was growing quieter as he hurried through corridors he had already passed through. He passed the dragon’s room. The door was still closed. He moved up and up, climbing through the Ziggurat. The floors grew smaller until he reached a staircase near the top.

It ended on an ornate door. It was gilded in gold and adorned with images of skulls and bones.

Through it lay a skeleton of a halfling resting on a bier of polished black marble swirled with white. It grasped a sword on its chest, clutched in bony fingers. The sword was so bright and shiny. It had a presence that was at odds with the moldering corpse.

“The Blessed Blade of Death,” whispered Vina. “You just have to sneak through the entire Ziggurat.”

Munjan nodded. “I plan on using Stonemeld to move through the walls. Those tunnels are narrow. My head would brush the ceiling. I might even have to bend over.”

“So, how are you getting the sword out?” asked Vina.

“Melin. He can…” Munjan trailed off. “Shit. He can’t move through the stone walls.”

“Nope,” Vina said as if his oversight was funny. “We can do an attack.”

“There’s a dragon in that place,” said Munjan. “I’d prefer not pissing off a dragon. And we’ll kill halflings. Leo won’t be happy about that. Stealth is the best.”

“Always Siren’s Wail,” said Vina. “Make one of the halflings carry it back. The place is pretty deserted.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” said Munjan. He grabbed his Void Crystal.

He maneuvered his dungeon until he broke into the crypt. He had Kitty Delight and the oreads enter the catacombs. They quickly confirmed no one was down there. This was it. He had to move himself into position.

Melin popped into the Vault.

“Ready for the raid?” he asked.

“Yeah, you’ll just be on backup,” said Munjan.

“Got it,” Melin said.

Munjan moved all his companions into the staging room along with the teleport circle he could use to move around his dungeon. Melin had carved it from him. It had taken him ten times as long as Kassie, and he’d messed up three times, but he finally perfected it.

He and Melin stepped onto the other end of the magic circle. “Asud Gu!”

Light flared and wind swirled.

The pair was in the staging room a hundred or more miles away. All eleven of Munjan’s companions were here, along with his claimed ones. Vina was leaning against the wall. Macka and Andea smiled at him. Plamena looked eager for the fight. Tira, his other asura, looked just as fierce. Sjanja had a dagger in her hand, her red cap looking bloodier than usual. Ordaziti stretched, wearing her icy armor. With them, he added his werewolves and werebears. Life monster girls to counter Death.

They were ready for the fight.

He had to get himself ready, too.

“Stone and flesh become one, let the love of Lady Ki meld!”

Stonemeld.

“Strong and unyielding, let the granite of Lady Ki enhance!”

Strength of Mountains.

“Hard and enduring, let the rocks of Lady Ki defend!”

Granite Flesh.

“Steel wards with unyielding strength, let the defense of Lady Nisaba protect!”

Metalcoat.

“Life energizes and enervates, let the grace of Lady Ianna empower!”

Revitalize.

“Light can bend, let the lie of Lady Sherida hide!”

Bent Light.

“In the night all is hidden, let the love of Lady Ninazu hide!”

Hide Power.

“Lightning crackle and hiss, gird me in the love of Lady Uttu!”

Static Aura.

“Incarnation of flames, let the passion of Lady Lamashtu embrace!”

Flamebody.

“Air preserves, let the love of Lady Tiamat sustain!”

Deep Breath.

He had every protective spell he could cast. Stonemeld to move through the stone walls, Deep Breath to hold his breath for far longer than he could, Bent Light to be invisible, and even Hide Power just in case someone in the Ziggurat could detect a dungeon builder. Kitty Delight peered out of the shadows. The oreads had already merged through the stone.

“We’re going up to the top,” said Munjan as he stepped out. Then he focused on the entrance to his dungeon. “Shape of light and lies, let the creativity of Lord Shamash move!”

Lightweave covered it with an illusion, so if someone came down here, they wouldn’t notice the new hole in the wall. With that done, he pressed his hands into the stone wall and flowed into it. That was a strange sensation. He was merging into it, his substance. He wouldn’t be able to breathe, but that was what Deep Breath was for.

He rose up the stone wall. It was slow going. “We have to find a priest alone.”

“Okay,” answered Minijaciurny.

He moved up through the walls. He couldn’t see what was out there, so he periodically stuck his head out to see. And to take a deep breath. Bent Light would keep him invisible. The oreads were much better at this than he was.

He rose up through the temple. Occasionally, he’d pop out of the top of the ziggurat as they moved up it. He had to keep moving inward. The place was quiet. The priests all seemed abed. He hadn’t passed one yet.

It took more than an hour before he came across something that scared the shit out of him.

He peeked his head out and froze.

The dragon walked past.

She was wearing her black robes, her head bowed to keep from brushing the ceiling. She didn’t give any indication that she noticed him. He was concealed by magic. Hide Power and Bent Light. He held his breath, so glad he could go so long without needing air.

She rounded a corner and vanished.

“Dragon’s patrolling,” he sent.

“Ooh, she is,” Kitty Delight said. “She didn’t see me. Hiding in the shadows. She’s heading downstairs.”

“How close to the top am I?” Munjan asked.

“Halfway, Lord Munjan,” Minijaciurny answered.

“I found a halfling priest,” Pradstavica squealed. “He’s tired and padding along the fourth floor.”

“Is that my floor?” Munjan asked only for the priest to step around the corner. “Never mind. I have him.”

The priest yawned and paused to snuff out a candle. That seemed to be his role. He moved down to the next one, approaching Munjan. He pushed himself fully against the wall. He was about to chant the spell when an unease washed through him.

“Dragon?” he asked.

“Third floor, Lord Munjan,” Zonka answered.

Speaking softly, Munjan chanted, “Seductive song, let the voice of Lord Ishkur dominate.”

Siren’s Wail seized the priest. He shuddered and looked up, not seeing who spoke to him.

“Head to the Blessed Blade of Death and wait for me there,” Munjan spoke. “Do not alert anyone. Go straight there, but at a regular pace. Do not draw attention.”

“I will await you at the Hero’s Shrine,” said the halfling. He had only a few bones on his robes and a youthful face.

He marched ahead at a brisk pace. That would be fine. Munjan merged back into the wall. It took him another thirty minutes to make his way up the ziggurat. The dragon never came to the upper floors. Perhaps she patrolled normally. Or maybe she was just restive.

She wasn’t nearing the shrine. That was the important part.

Munjan stepped out of the wall into the Hero’s Shrine. It was so dark in here. He could hear the halfling breathing, but not see him. So Munjan cast Illuminate, “Brilliant and revealing, let the light of Lord Shamash float.”

The light appeared, illuminating the youthful halfling. He bowed his head, saying, “Lord.”

“Pick up the Blessed Blade of Death and head down to the catacombs,” Munjan commanded.

“Yes, Lord.”

The halfling picked up the sword. It hummed, sounding excited to be wielded.

“The dragon has entered her room,” said Zonka.

“Watch the door,” Munjan ordered. “Let us know if she leaves.”

“I will, Lord Munjan.”

Munjan did not merge back into the walls. It was too slow, and he had Bent Light. He followed the halfling, dismissing his light spell. They descended the stairs. It was tight, but he could walk without banging his head. The priest strode ahead, without a concern in the world. He cradled the Blessed Blade of Death in his arms.

Kitty Delight appeared out of the shadows. The porn star grinned then vanished back into the shadows again. Munjan nodded. He knew his oread were moving around him. They would be fine. They found more stairs and moved down the ziggurat. It had eight levels. They passed the third in moments and were stepping onto the second.

The priest rounded the corner, vanishing from Munjan’s sight for a moment. He followed the halfling around the corner and froze. The dragon was standing ahead of them, wrapped in her black robes.

“Zonka!” Munjan shouted through the link. “The dragon’s out of her room!”

“What?” Zonka gasped. She poked her head in. “There’s a passage in the back. A hidden ladder up.”

“Why do you have that sword?” the dragon asked.

Munjan’s heart hammered. He was invisible. The dragon couldn’t see him, right?

“I must retrieve it for my Lord,” the halfling said.

“I see,” the dragon said and launched forward.

Before Munjan could react, the dragon’s scaled hand buried into the halfling’s chest. She ripped out the priest’s heart. The unfortunate halfling crumpled to the ground, the sword clattering on the floor at the dragon’s feet. She swiped her bloody hand before her and flung the halfling’s organ to the floor in a spray of red.

Hot blood splashed across Munjan. He gasped as she grabbed the Blessed Blade of Death off the floor and lunged at him.

Chapter Thirty-Six

“Strong and durable, let the strength of Lord Nabu shield!”

A metal shield appeared before Munjan, blocking the attack and breaking Bend Light. The dragon hissed as the protective spell vanished. She thrust the sword forward at a blinding speed. It struck Static Aura. Lightning discharged.

The dragon hissed and yanked her hand back. That could kill most creatures. Had the sword protected her?

“The dragon’s attacking me!” Munjan shouted through his bond to his monster girls in reserve.

“We’re coming!” Macka shouted in answer.

The dragon drew back for another attack when Kitty Delight appeared behind her. The baku rammed her horns at the dragon, but she spun around in her robes so fast. The sword struck Kitty Delight. A dark light flashed. The life seemed to be sucked out of her. Kitty Delight’s face grew old and wrinkled.

She burst into motes.

Munjan had to use Life against Death, only Life had no attacking spells.

So what was the next best thing?

“Blinding brilliance hardened, let the light of Lord Shamash cut!” he roared.

Dazzling Sword swept at her, light flashing through the corridor.

She blocked the radiant blade with the Blessed Blade of Death and riposted so fast, the artifact in her hand struck Munjan before he could react. It sheared through his armor granted by Metal Coat and struck his granite skin. A crack ran across his body. He gasped, stumbling back from the blow. She drew back for another attack.

The stones of the floor flowed. The dragon stumbled as her feet sank into the rocks. They solidified again. His oread’s work. Hope swelled through Munjan as the dragon snarled and slammed her blade into the stones.

The sword cut through the rocks. Motes burst around the blade. Zonka died. Then the dragon swept the blade through the stones and cut down Padbadzioryc. The two oreads died. The dragon fought to wrench her feet out of the stone as Munjan retreated down the hallway.

“Where are you?” Andea asked.

“I don’t know!” he answered, struggling to think. His heart screamed at him.

The dragon glared at him then inhaled deeply. A cloud of black swept down the hallway and engulfed him. A chill washed over him as the deathly mist sought to still his life. He shuddered, but Revitalize enchanted him, defending him against the vitality-leaching spell.

Stone cracked. As the mist dissipated, the dragon surged down the hallway, the Blessed Blade of Death sweeping at him. Munjan almost had all his cheerleaders. He didn’t want to die like this. He wasn’t about to end like this.

“Storm howls, let the tempest of Lord Anu whirl!”

A blast of wind erupted from Munjan and slammed into the dragon. It caught her wings and flung her back. She slammed to the ground and rolled. She came up and glared at him. She rose when she turned. Howls echoed down the corridor.

The werewolves loped around the corner and snarled.

Munjan’s heart leaped for joy as the sleek and dangerous wolves sprinted down the hallway. They loped, spittle flying from their muzzles. The dragon rose and inhaled. She breathed her deathly breath at the racing monster girls.

At the lead was Patnee. She leaped into the cloud and howled in pain. She died, her motes sparkling through the murk, but the other three werewolves burst through the mist unharmed. Life monster girls. They leaped at the dragon.

She thrust the Blessed Blade of Death before her and skewered Jamakarana. The werewolf snared in pain and died in a flash of motes, but Khoobasoorata and Khushkarana landed on the dragon. They tore into her flesh, ripping at the robes.

“The sharpness of ice cuts, let the razors of Lord Anshar slash!”

Razor Ice struck the dragon from behind. She snarled in pain, blood spurting from her wounds. Khushkarana bit her on the head. The werewolf savaged her. She ripped open Khoobasoorata’s throat. The werewolf yelped and died. A moment later, the dragon breathed her mist into Khushkarana’s open mouth.

The werewolf leaped back, mist spilling from her mouth, her belly distended. She exploded into the life-stealing haze, motes dancing through the air. Munjan clenched his fists. He had to strike now. Kill this dragon.

“Metal missiles fly, let the spikes of Lord Nabu pierce!”

As the dragon turned, Volley of Spikes ripped into her body. The metal stakes pierced deep and vanished, leaving bleeding wounds. She leaped at him, wings flapping. Her sword stabbed for his head. He ducked beneath it. She slammed into him a moment later. He grunted, crashed to the ground.

As he fell, he seized her right wrist, the one holding the Blessed Blade of Death. He gripped it in a tight hold. He couldn’t let her attack with it. He seized her arm with his other hand, both gripping tightly to keep her from cutting him.

That left her other hand free.

She seized Munjan by the throat and squeezed. Her claws scraped along Granite Flesh. She crushed his windpipe, choking him. He didn’t panic. He had his spells on him. He didn’t need to breathe right away.

Her mouth opened.

Shit!

She breathed death on him.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Revitalize defended him from the mist. It poured around him, but the spell flickered out.

Overwhelmed by death.

She finished exhaling, her hand choking him. He didn’t need to breathe for minutes yet, but he also couldn’t cast any spells. He kept a firm grip on her sword arm as she opened her mouth again, inhaling. Her draconic eyes gleamed with delight.

She was eager to kill him.

I’m dead, Munjan thought.

His left hand released her sword arm and shot for her jaw. He had to push her mouth closed. Keep her from exhaling. He grabbed it, slamming her shut. She squeezed tighter. Granite Flesh cracked. Her claws could tear into his skin soon, too. He forced her jaws shut.

She snarled. Black mist spilled out around her lips. Her teeth ground together.

Lightning flashed. The dragon hissed in pain as sparks sizzled through the air. Something landed on the dragon, hissing like a cat. Macka’s face appeared, her triangular ears twitching as she fought to rip the dragon apart.

The dragon released his throat and slammed an elbow into the side of Macka’s head. She spilled off. The dragon turned, wrenching her sword arm out of Munjan’s grasp. He had fought to keep her from swinging at him, not from pulling away.

She spun around and cut through Macka, killing his monster girl.

Pogisa charged down the hallway next. Alarms rang through the Ziggurat. His monster girls must have flooded it, running in every direction. The fomorian’s shadowy sword slashed at the dragon, meeting the Blessed Blade of Darkness.

Munjan struggled to speak. His throat was still crushed. He wheezed and coughed. He had to force air through his battered windpipe.

Behind Pogisa came Tira and Plamena. The two asuras had their four burning swords as they rushed to the fight. Pogisa traded blows with the dragon, but she was faster. Her sword nicked the fomorian. It shouldn’t have killed her, but…

The Blessed Blade of Death stole her life.

She burst into motes.

Munjan coughed again as he rose to his unsteady feet.

The dragon breathed her shadowy mists at the two asuras. Tira screamed and burst into motes, but Plamena charged through it, hissing in pain. She swung her four blades, forcing the dragon into a defensive posture.

Munjan coughed one more time and suckled in a breath. His throat burned, but he wheezed out, “Night devours, let the corrosive shadows of Lord Zuen burn!”

It hurt to speak, but the words were clear enough. Dripping Shadows engulfed the dragon. She hissed in pain as it devoured her. Ancient Dragons could take so much punishment even in their human form. It was disgusting.

She survived the spell, her robes in tatters, revealing her black-scaled back, her belly covered in white scales. Her wings twitched behind her, and the membranes between the bones burned in places. She probably couldn’t fly.

She blocked Plamena’s four attacks, the Blessed Blade of Death blurring as it crashed into the four flaming swords. Munjan coughed again, struggling to get out another spell. Noca appeared behind Plamena. The succubus formed a net of shadows and threw it past Plamena.

The dragon snarled, wrapped up in the shadows. Plamena swung, striking the dragon’s body. With a roar, the dragon burst through the netting. The Blessed Blade of Darkness swung at Plamena’s face. The asura danced and blocked.

An idea popped into his head. Would that work?

“Seductive song, let the voice of Lord Ishkur dominate!”

Siren’s Wail.

The dragon, battling against Plamena and Noca, staggered. She swept her head and spun around. Her eyes were glazed for a moment. She swayed there then glared at him, fury in her eyes. She shook her head, banishing the effect. That left her back open. Four swords struck her, ripping at her back. She staggered and stumbled forward.

She opened her mouth to breathe.

A shadowy ball gag appeared in her mouth. Noca’s work.

The dragon choked and gagged as her own deathly breath was forced back into her. It was an opening. The last one had affected her. He drew in a deep breath, his hands balled into fists, and shouted at the top of his ragged voice:

“Seductive song, let the voice of Lord Ishkur dominate!”

The words struck the dragon, and she swayed. She almost collapsed before trying to say something. He could tell she was beaten. She was about to collapse. He could claim her, but this wasn’t the place to do it.

“Follow,” Munjan ordered. “Retreat to the dungeon!” he next commanded to all his monster girls “Do not hurt the halflings. Just retreat.”

“They’re trying to hurt us!” Vina cried.

“You heard Munjan!” Andea said. “Just frighten them to drive them back!”

“How do we get back to the dungeon?” asked Plamena.

“Go down?” Munjan suggested. He glanced at the dragon. “Lead us to the catacombs.”

The dragon nodded and stumbled on. She was wounded. She gripped the sword, though. That was what mattered. He staggered, rubbing at his throat. That hurt so badly. He cast Healing Aura. “Positive energy flows, let the passion of Lady Ianna spread.”

The energy pulsed from him, mending his wounds and any of the monster girls suffered. It even healed the dragon, but she was obeying him now. He had beaten her. He just had to fully tame her. He didn’t think he could have beaten a dragon.

She never got to her full form, he thought. The Ziggurat prevented her from turning into a behemoth and destroying him.

He was lucky.

The dragon led them through the dungeon. Shouts echoed everywhere. Halflings scurried into side corridors at the sight of them. They moved fast. A pair of werebears roared, driving back some guards. Munjan was grateful to them.

They reached the catacombs. The dragon stopped. She didn’t know where to go, so he said, “Follow.”

He felt his illusion. It was his spell. He dismissed it, revealing the way into his dungeon. He stumbled down it into safety. The dragon followed. She stepped to the side as he ordered. She was obedient now.

Plamena and Noca followed. Sjanja, Dijamanta, Jaje, and Chisanu appeared, rushing down the hallway. Melin was at the teleporter. He had not entered. Munjan rushed over to him. He wanted to keep an eye on her.

“Asud Gu!” Melin shouted.

They teleported into his Vault. Munjan rushed to the Void Crystal. He wanted more of his monster girls to get back, but if a single halfling entered his dungeon, it would make this so much harder. He closed off the exit, cutting off his monster girls.

“Any Monster Girl not in the dungeon, kill yourself,” he ordered. “I’ll revive you.”

He panted and glanced at Melin.

Melin smiled back.

The alarm blared. He froze. There was an intruder in his dungeon? He had closed off the dungeon from the halfling. Then Dijamanta died. He staggered at that. Had a halfling jumped into the dungeon at the last second.

“The dragon’s free of Siren’s Wail!” Noca shouted in his mind.

She died.

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